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Dinner Disaster

summary: after some flirting, reth finally asks reader out for dinner, but it doesn’t go as planned (follows the dinner disaster quest)

relationship: Reth x gn!reader

warnings: spoilers for Reth’s backstory and interactions, smooching

word count: 5.1k

A/N: literally no one asked for this but this game is consuming my very being to a molecular level, and this man is a big reason i’m obsessed. btw if any of you play palia or are interested in playing, hmu and we can add each other lol this is set some time after the flirting starts, after reader gets involved in his uh, side business. this is more or less how the quest played out in my head so, yeah, enjoy~

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

Since you developed a real green thumb, to the delight and pride of Badruu, you have some extra apples from your tree that you don’t know what to do with. So, as with most of your garden surplus, you decide to bring them to Reth, who will surely find a good use for the produce.

You spot the freckled Majiri behind the bar when you enter the Inn, thinking that he’d probably make an apple pie with the fruit, and that you’d surely get a slice. Your mouth waters at the thought. You wonder when the cook will teach you the recipe; maybe you should ask him.

Reth’s working the register, finishing some transaction with another human customer, when you place the wooden crate of apples on the bar, and proceed to take a seat on the stool you usually occupy when you visit him at the Inn. Reth gives the apples a curious glance, and talks to you over his shoulder as he hands the customer some change.

“Thanks, babe,” he says without thinking, and you both freeze at his words, as does the human who just paid for a recipe. They shoot you a quick look with raised brows, then silently turn on their heels and walk out of the Inn. Reth slowly turns to you.

“Sorry, that kinda slipped out,” he says sheepishly, unable to meet your eyes. “Are we at the babe status yet?”

To be honest, if he had asked you first, you probably would have said no. It’s not your favourite pet name, and he could surely come up with something better. He often calls you sweet tooth, which you’ve actually come to like a lot. But hearing him call you ‘babe’ so matter-of-factly out of nowhere… You’re surprised to realise that you actually like how it sounded, how it sounds coming from him.

“I mean… If you want to be,” you answer after a moment, deciding to tease him a little. “Sure thing, babe.”

Except that it backfires and it ends with both of your faces burning up, which he tries to play off by clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I’ll still have to get used to it, too,” you chuckle, bringing a hand to your face in an attempt to cover up how flustered you got. “But I like it when you say it.”

“Noted,” he replies, then looks around the Inn to see if someone else will approach the register. As there’s no one else, he fully faces you, leaning slightly over the bar. “Say, what are you up to today?”

“Oh you know, the usual,” you reply, starting to count on your fingers. “Hunting, fishing, foraging. Then tending to the vegetable garden. I also need to craft a new chair. Why?”

“A-are you busy later tonight?”

You prop yourself up on your elbow and give him a lopsided smile.

“I’m never too busy for you,” you offer, and he smiles amusedly at your answer. “You have anything in mind?”

“I was thinking we could have dinner. At your place, maybe?” he asks. “I’ll take care of the food and everything. You just have to show up.”

Up until now, no one has actually visited your house. Sure, you upgraded from your first precarious tent to a proper building, and the Majiri came by every so often to say hi or bring you something, but no one has actually gone into your house. And for some reason the thought of Reth not only being at your place but also being the first one to do so, it makes you a bit nervous… but in a good way.

You realise that he’s still looking at you waiting for an answer, fidgeting with a loose nail on the wooden crate still on the bar.

“I’d love that, actually,” you reply.

“Great!” He looks actually relieved. As if I would have said no to you asking me out, you think, smiling to yourself. He’s so innocent sometimes. Reth takes the crate and shoves it under the bar somewhere.

“Then let’s say around 6pm?” he proposes.

“Sounds good,” you agree with a nod.

Ashura enters the Inn, giving you a warm smile and a wave from afar as he spots you. Given that it’s his boss and you shouldn’t be distracting Reth from work, you take it as your cue to leave.

“See you later then,” you say in a low voice so Ashura can’t hear you.

“Don’t miss me too much,” Reth gives you his usual goodbye. He winks at you and you merely roll your eyes as you turn to exit the place. And just in time, so he can’t see your flustered face. You can’t remember when exactly the winking started, but it never fails to make you weak in the knees.

Once down at the plaza, you refocus on your tasks for the day, mentally making a list of the things to buy, resources to mine and places to go. Then you head for your first stop with a spring in your step. Tonight can’t come quickly enough.

— — —

You come home with a backpack full to the brim of crabs, plants, stones and other goodies. As you set down your things on the grass with a grunt from the weight, you see your palcat coming out of the house to greet you.

“Hey there,” you say, crouching down to scratch her head. She purrs and meows happily. You recently got this companion, and it’s been nice having someone at home to come back to. She often accompanies you when you go out as well, but this morning she was feeling especially lazy and cosy so she stayed in bed. You walk to your storage crate, starting to put everything away, and your cat looks at you with a light tilt to the head as you tell her about your day.

“Oh and actually,” you finish your retelling with the big news. “We’re having a visitor today.”

“Mreow?”

“Yeah, him… So you have to be on your best behaviour, you hear me?” you tell your cat with an accusing finger pointing at her. “We have to make a good impression. If you’re good, you can have lots of treats later, okay?”

She meows again, and you like to think she just agreed; bribes with food always work, after all.

There’s still some time until six, so you tend to your garden, clean yourself and change into a new set of clothes, the nicer one. It’s the only one you own, and it was a gift from Jel. In fact, all the clothing you have was given to you by him in some way or another. You make a mental note to prepare a gift for him for helping you out so much.

Next to your house there’s a nice spot among the trees, near the pond, where you can hear the trickling of water. You grab a big blanket and a lantern, and set everything up for a picnic corner. Even if whatever Reth brought was more of a “plates and cutlery at the table” kind of meal, you could still come out here after and look at the stars a bit. Then, maybe you’ll find the courage to make a proper move on him… You imagine the both of you sitting on the blanket, illuminated only by the warm glow of a candle and the gentle moonlight, you take his hand, he leans in, and…

You mentally slap yourself to get rid of those thoughts, cheeks ablaze. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you reprimand yourself. He may be a bit of a flirt at times, but Reth doesn’t strike you as the type of person to take such feelings lightly. So you have to make sure that he even is into you in the first place. Like actually into you. Suddenly your whole mental scenario shifts, and as you take his hand, he pulls away, disgusted. But wait. Dinner was his idea. He even called you ‘babe’. Surely he must have some interest, right? You’re not just… a side piece?

Before you can spiral down further, you hear your name being called, although it’s not the voice you were expecting; this one is higher and has a slight lisp. You turn around to find Auni by the gate to your yard. You jog up to where he stands, smiling curiously. Sure, he delivers the mail twice a day, but usually you just find the letters in your mailbox as if they magically appeared; you never saw him actually deliver anything. You wonder if he has a new cool bug to show you.

“Hey Auni!” you greet the boy as you approach him.

“Hi, I have a delivery for you,” he announces, holding out something for you to take.

“Oh, what is it?”

“Reth paid me in cakes to have this brought to you asap, said it was really important.”

“Oh?”

You take the letter from him with a thanks, and he says his goodbyes. Why would Reth send a letter when he’s supposed to show up himself? Maybe it’s a treasure hunt kinda thing?

You open the folded piece of paper, which isn’t even in an envelope, recognising Reth’s handwriting, but it’s even messier and more hurried than usual. The curious smile on your face disappears, your brows furrowing as you read.

Hey, I feel like a HUGE jerk for doing this, but I have to cancel our plans tonight. Something came up that I can’t ignore. Next time we see each other I promise I’ll explain.

- Reth

It feels like your whole body suddenly runs cold, and your hands drop to your sides, your eyes looking ahead at nothing in particular.

Your cat, who had poked her head out the door when she heard Auni, seems to sense the shift in you and approaches, meowing softly, as if asking if everything is okay. You look down at her, and give a light shrug.

“Looks like we won’t have visits after all…” you explain, reading over the letter one more time, then letting out a deep sigh. “Let’s get you something to eat, c’mon.”

She seems to know those words, as she immediately stands up and circles around your legs. Following you inside, she waits for you to get the bowl ready, and once you set it on the ground, she happily digs in.

“Well, at least one of us got a nice dinner.”

You stroke once from her head to her long bushy tail, to which she comically lifts her behind, then you decide to turn in for the night and head to bed, not really feeling hungry despite the eventful day.

— — —

The next morning you wake up to the sunlight shining through your window and fully hitting your face; you forgot to close the blinds the night before. With a squint, you look down at the weight you feel on yourself and find your cat curled up on your lap, which gets a sleepy half smile out of you.

Picking her up in your arms, you go to close one of the blinds, then make your bed and head to the kitchen for breakfast. You start your routine like normal, having breakfast, taking care of the garden, going through your inventory to check what you need and what you can sell. You take your time, though, not really wanting to head into the village just yet.

By the time you’re ready to go, it’s almost noon. Usually you’d be at the inn in the morning to say hi to Reth and chat a bit before starting your day. And while you really don’t feel like talking to him after leaving you hanging yesterday, you also know that he’s probably beating himself up about it, even more so if you haven’t been seen all morning. So after heaving a deep sigh, in hopes of letting all anger and frustration exit your body, you walk through the gate down into the village. To your surprise and delight, your cat follows this time.

You make your way towards the central plaza, exchanging greetings with those who walk by you, stopping to have a short chat with Chayne, whom you probably don’t talk to enough. You make a mental note to remedy that.

Somewhere in your mind though, you know you’re just stalling; you should just get it over with. Reth probably has a good explanation. Besides, you don’t want to be mad at him or give him the silent treatment or anything. You miss him, and you do want to see him. You’re just… disappointed.

Taking one last deep breath as you stand before the Inn, you look down at your palcat and give her a nod. She meows encouragingly. You walk in through the open door, relieved to find it mostly empty. There’s very few people sitting at the tables in the corner, and Ashura isn’t at the reception desk.

Your eyes find Reth’s behind the bar, and he freezes for a moment. You approach him like you normally would, about to take a seat on your usual stool.

“Wait,” he says before you’re able to fully sit down. You merely shoot him a questioning look. He lowers his voice, shooting a quick glance at the people eating at the tables. “Let’s talk in the back.”

Reth scribbles something on a piece of paper and places it next to the till, indicating for you to follow him with a nod of his head. You pat the seat you meant to take while commanding your cat to hop onto it, and she does, so you tell her to stay there and wait. Then as you walk to where he said, you take a quick look at the paper; it reads “back in 5”.

You follow Reth into the back room, and you both come to stand in the farthest corner; since there are two archways but only one has a door, this will have to do to stay away from prying ears and curious eyes. You both talk in hushed voices.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he says with a sigh, scratching his neck. He drags his eyes up to meet yours, scared of what he might find. “Please don’t be mad. Are you mad? You can be a little mad. I’m such a jerk–”

“Hey, no need don’t say that,” you interrupt him, and you just look at each other in silence for a second. “I mean, I’m upset, but not in a ‘mad at you’ way. More in a… ‘I was really looking forward to it and was bummed that you had to cancel at the last minute’ way.

“I was really looking forward to it too, it’s just…” Reth runs his hand over his face with a groan. “Yesterday was kind of a mess.”

“What happened?”

“Ashura caught me sneaking into the back rooms after hours. I panicked, so I lied and said I was actually planning a party for him, as a thank you. He liked that idea, so he got off my back, but now I actually have to throw him a dinner party with other people.”

You look to the side, unable to stop the scoff that escapes you. But it isn’t a mocking or offended scoff, it’s more of an amused sharp exhale.

For a moment, you think back to how you kind of ended up roped into his side hustle of smuggling illicit goods (especially Flow and ancient artifacts, which are very illegal), which is why he was sneaking around in the first place. You’ve been covering for him with Ashura and many others for a while now, and while at first it was more of a personal favour, now you're in too deep. Not that you mind, though. If you’re being honest with yourself, it adds a bit of an exhilarating factor to everyday life. You’re not entirely sure yet about the actual power and meaning of Flow in this society, but it seems to be connected to humans in some way, so you’re at least a little bit interested in it. If you have to investigate and interact with it in secret, then so be it; you also want answers as to what happened to humanity and how you landed here. Besides, it’s one more thing you two can bond over. Literally partners in crime. The thought makes you smile to yourself.

“You’re kind of bad at this whole criminal thing, you know?” you tell him with a playful grin. “Getting strangers involved, almost being caught by your boss.”

He doesn’t seem too amused.

“I know, I’m…” his demeanour shifts from annoyed at and with himself to almost shy, and he looks down as he bites the inside of his cheek. “I guess I’ve been distracted lately, is all.”

You hum in response, somewhat intrigued. When his gaze comes back up to meet yours though, eyes filled with yearning, the look he gives you makes your heart skip a beat, and suddenly you’re all too aware of how close you’re standing to each other. You need to wrap this up.

“So is there anything I can do to help you out?” you ask him.

“What? No, you really don’t need to. You’ve already saved my hide so many times,” he’s quick to dismiss your question. “Besides, cooking is one of the few things I’m actually good at, so I got that covered.”

Suddenly he looks like he just thought of something that you could in fact help out with, but he doesn’t want to say. You give his upper arm a soft push with your fist.

“C’mon, out with it,” you encourage him with a playful smile.

“Well…” His eyes linger for a second where you touched him. “I need to prepare everything, so I can’t be out and about actually inviting everyone to the dinner party.”

He takes out a paper from his pocket and hands it to you. You skim over it, seeing a list of names.

“If you could invite everyone and let me know how many guests will come, I can make sure to cook the right amout.”

“Got it,” you reply with a nod. “I’ll ask around and probably send Auni back to let you know. He told me you’re paying him in cakes for special deliveries. Think you can sneak another baking session in today on top of dinner? On my tab.”

“Sure thing,” he chuckles, then gets serious again. “And hey, I really am sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Reth, it’s okay, really,” you say, and he’s so close and he looks so sad, you want to hold his face so badly. In fact, your hand is already going up, but you pull back midway, fidgeting with the collar of your shirt instead. “Just… be more careful next time, okay?”

“Yeah…” he sighs. “And thank you, for the invites. I owe you. Again.”

“Yes, you do,” you chuckle. “Maybe I should start charging you with interest.”

He starts patting down his pockets.

“I don’t have any cash on me at the moment,” he says with a smile, playing along.

Your answer comes quicker than you can anticipate and you’re unable to stop your words.

“I was thinking more along the lines of kisses maybe…”

Both of you look at each other a bit shocked.

“Oh. O-oh,” is all he stammers.

Whatever confidence came over you for you to say that, immediately dissipates as Reth turns several shades of pink darker. The tips of his ears look like they might actually catch fire any moment.

“But we can talk about payment later,” you’re quick to add, and clear your throat. “I’ll uhm, get your invites out. You better start on that food.”

“Right. Yes,” he says stiffly, and you both put some space between each other. “Thanks again. And sorry too. And–”

“Reth,” you cut him short again, giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. See you later.”

“B-bye.”

You exit the backroom, calling for your cat, who walks around the bar to find you, and you make a hasty exit through the back, walking down the stairs to your left. As you pass the river, you consider for a moment jumping into the water to cool down. Maybe that would get your heart to slow down again. You fist your shirt over your chest where you can feel the pounding against your ribs.

An inquisitive meow from the side gets your attention back, and you look down at your companion, who’s looking up at you confusedly.

“Right. We have a job to do,” you say and go to take out the paper with the list from your pocket, except that it’s been in your hand the whole time, and it’s now crumpled and slightly damp because of how clammy your hands were. You cringe a bit at that, commanding yourself to calm down at once. Geez, get a grip on yourself, you think.

It takes a while to track Auni down after everyone else, given that he’s always out on his mail route or out and about exploring, probably trying to catch some bugs. When you finally find him, you give him the list of people who plan to atttend Ashura’s dinner, and send him to Reth to deliver the news with the promise of getting his sticky hands on more cake. This seems to do the trick, and he happily jogs off with the new list stuffed into a side pocket of his gigantic backpack. You look after him as his figure gets smaller and smaller, wondering how he’s even able to carry all that. His equipment is bigger than himself.

With a shake of your head, you bring your attention back to your own equipment, and get your bow and arrows ready. Today you’re hunting chapaas; Hassian asked for some meat and fur earlier this week and you haven’t been able to deliver yet.

— — —

You get back home relatively late, and when you do, the flag on your mailbox is up. Setting down your haul next to it, you get out several letters, looking for a message from Reth. And lo and behold, there’s one from him, this time properly written and folded into an envelope.

He says that in the end everything worked out, to which you sigh in relief. Ashura doesn’t suspect a thing apparently, and everyone had a great time. He tells you to meet him at your “private spot” tonight, he has something to give you.

You look at the time, then down at yourself; you’re looking pretty shabby after hunting for hours on end, kneeling down in mud and such. So you quickly change into clean clothes, wash your face and prepare food for your loyal cat. As she happily munches away, you grab your jacket and leave again. Nights can get pretty chilly here, you’ve learned.

It doesn’t take long for you to make your way to the inn, given that you’re essentially bee lining for it. Checking that no one’s following you or sees you enter the inn from the back, you quickly take a left and go down the stairs towards the storage room. Reth gave you the key to it, so you unlock the door and enter, quickly closing it behind you.

When you turn around, you’re met with the cook on the other side of the room, stopping whatever he was doing on the table, and he stands up to come and meet you.

“Hey sweet tooth, thanks for coming,” he greets you.

“Hey,” you smile up to him but he looks tense. “Is everything okay? I thought you said the dinner party worked out? “

“No, it did. It’s- It’s not that,” he curses under his breath at himself.

“What is it then?”

Reth sighs, and you can tell he’s trying to find the right words. So you give him a moment to gather his thoughts, waiting patiently.

“You know… I’m not used to asking for help,” he starts explaining. “Even as a kid, I wouldn't, and I didn't expect others to help, either. It was always just me and Tish against the world. And now there’s you.”

His cheeks flush ever so slightly, and you can start to feel yours mirroring his.

“Here you come, busting into my life,” he says with a soft smile, but it quickly vanishes. “And even though I keep messing up… somehow you’re still here. You’re not sick of me yet.”

You want to interject, as that “yet” doesn’t sit well with you, but he doesn’t let you.

“And more than that, you've put yourself on the line for me, more than once. I honestly don't understand why you keep putting up with me but… I really do appreciate everything you've done and how much you've helped me out, and Tish as well. But the cartel… I- I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. And I don’t want to scare you off either.” He lets out a shaky breath. “Whatever is going on between us, I don’t want to lose this. So let me make it up to you.”

He steps aside to show you what’s on the table: a container with your favourite food.

“And I know this is barely enough for everything–”

“Reth, please stop,” you interrupt him before he can spiral further, your voice soft. “I’ll take the food, thank you. It looks delicious. But you really don’t have to try to make up for any of the, uh, side business stuff. Sure, the dinner didn’t work out, but if you say we just have dinner another day, then that is enough for me.”

You step a little closer, your hand tentatively reaching out for his.

“And you don’t have to worry about scaring me off.” Your voice is nothing more than a whisper now. “I also don’t want to lose what we have. I’m not going anywhere.”

Reth looks down at your hands as he shyly intertwines his fingers with yours, and when his eyes come back up to meet yours, they’re full of something… new. His gaze flickers down to your lips for a second and back up, and you wonder if he can hear your erratic heartbeat. You’re standing so close to each other right now, it wouldn’t take a lot to close the gap.

“That said, though, about that payment I mentioned…” you trail off.

His jaw clenches, and he looks to the side, pulling back away from you ever so slightly.

“Are you sure about this?” he questions rather bitterly. “About me?”

“What do you mean?” you ask. He sighs, eyes cast down at the floor.

“People will talk. They probably already are. With my reputation and all… I strayed from my Path. Most days I’m convinced people don’t even like my soup. I’m nothing more than a scoundrel.”

Your free hand comes up to gingerly hold his chin and turn his face to make him look at you.

“First of all, I don’t care what people say,” you start refuting his arguments. “Maybe I still don’t understand Majiri tradition, but I think you should be free to choose your own path with no expectations, and change it if you find it doesn’t suit you. And I like your soup. Also, I think being a scoundrel is part of your charm. Is that a bad thing?”

He doesn’t reply immediately, and when he does, his voice is so small you almost miss it.

“You’re too good for me.”

You pull back slightly to fully look at him, and it breaks your heart a little how earnestly he means that. So you let go of his hand and hug his torso instead, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“I don’t know what happened that makes you think that, but I will try my best to show you how wrong you are. You deserve good things, Reth. Whatever it is you want, you’re allowed to pursue it.”

He hugs you back, tightly, so you place a kiss to the only place you can reach, which is his jawline just below his ear. You feel him tremble, but if it’s from relief, anticipation or something else, you can’t tell.

“Right now what I want is you,” he says after a moment.

“Then what are you waiting for.”

Reth lets go only enough for you to come back face to face with him, and he doesn’t waste a second to capture your lips with his. At first it’s shy, new, a sequence of soft pecks, testing the waters. When your hands travel up his chest to cup his face, he relaxes a bit more, kissing you more confidently. His hands slip underneath your open jacket, holding onto your waist and pulling you to him.

His kisses grow more intense, hungrier, and his tongue finds its way to yours. You can’t help the low moan that escapes you when he presses you further into him, and he practically swallows it.

As he takes a step forward, you take one backwards, then another and another, until your back hits the door, and you’re being squished between the rough wooden surface and Reth’s body trying to get impossibly close to yours. The impact makes you grunt, and he responds with something between a sigh and a growl, moving away from your lips to attack your neck. You welcome the break to take a breather, panting, and you remember something.

“Wait,” you say between breaths, and immediately Reth stops his soft bites and licks on your throat, also out of breath, and worry starts spreading on his face.

“W-what? Is this okay? I–”

Your hand on his face gently covers his mouth to stop him from talking, while with the other you turn the key below the doorknob to lock the door, which you had forgotten to do when you arrived.

“Just don’t want to risk getting interrupted, is all.”

You take a moment to admire his slightly dishevelled form: the bandana is a bit askew, his pupils are blown out, his cheeks and ears a deep pink. You probably don’t look much different, to be honest. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to give him permission to continue.

“Let’s move away from the door, maybe–” you start, and within an instant, strong arms are picking you up under your thighs, carrying you over to the other side of the room and setting you down on the table.

“Better?” he asks, placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Better,” you reply with a smile.

“You said you’re charging me with lots of interest,” he mumbles into your skin as he starts again where he left off earlier. You can only hum in response. “And I plan on paying back what I owe.”

You pull back a little to look at him, and the newfound confidence and assertiveness in his eyes and voice send a pleasant tingle down your spine.

“I’m very much looking forward to it.”

— — —

A/N 2: what? goose being attacked by brainrot over a freckled red-head who seems confident on the outside but is actually riddled with insecurities and does some illegal stuff to keep his family safe? huh, bet no one saw that one coming 🙄 guess i have ONE TYPE, smh.

A/N 3: if this is something you'd like to see more of, feel free to let me know and i'll add palia to my taglist fandoms for you to sign up :D

#goose feathers #palia x reader #palia reth x reader #reth x reader #i don't even have a masterlist ready for this one #i have to make a new header lol #and yes i am planning on making this a series because i am delulu and 3 parters is my sweet spot apparently

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 year

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"State Fairs and Butterflies" by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan, Snowing

Rating: General

Word Count: 7K

Summary: When her best friends, Mary Margaret and David, invite her to join them at the state fair, Emma braces herself to spend the day third wheeling. But when they suggest she bring a friend so she feels less left out, she invites her long-distance best friend, Killian Jones.

Tags: au, fluff, fair, carnival, state fair, captain swan, snowing, one shot, modern au, one shot saturday

Author's notes:

Decided to give you guys something soft and sweet today (to make up for my most recent update of Wishing it Wasn't 😉) This one's one of those loosely semiautobiographical fanfics, so I hope y'all enjoy it!

shoutout to @booksteaandtoomuchtv for betaing this one!

Taglist:@zahara@kmomof4@jonesfandomfanatic@booksteaandtoomuchtv@jrob64@tiganasummertree@anmylica@teamhook@undercaffinatednightmare@gingerchangeling@lonelyspectator@caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @silver-the-phoenix @pawshapedheart [if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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Feeling left out around Mary Margaret and David was a recent development for Emma. It didn't used to feel that way. When their friend group first got together at a summer camp job last year between semesters, it was great- but things were different then.

Back then, none of them were dating. Back then, they'd all slipped away together to stargaze in the evenings and snuck off campus to get good coffee on the mornings that they could.

And back then, there were four of them.

This summer hadn't quite felt right- something about their group felt off-balance when it was just the three of them. Sure, it wasn't like they were paired off last summer. Emma and David had never seen each other as anything other than friends, except maybe siblings, and the other two members of their group had significant others.

But maybe that's why that group felt so right. David and Mary Margaret became close friends out of shared interests, not mutual attraction- which was the perfect foundation for their new relationship. And coming off a bad breakup last year, Emma hadn't needed a relationship anyways, just a solid guy best friend to remind her that solid guys still existed in the world.

And Killian Jones was definitely a solid guy.

Her friendship with him ended up lasting longer than that summer. They'd somehow stayed in touch pretty well during the last year through text messages and video chats. Killian had been a long-distance study partner as well as late-night advice giver and frequent meme-sender.

In fact, Emma had been one of the first people he'd called to talk about it when he had to break things off with his girlfriend.

Ever since that phone call, things felt different. When he and Milah had been together, Emma had her girl code to keep herself from falling for him. Besides, if she let herself catch feelings for him, the best case scenario would be what, anyways? Reciprocation of feelings leading to a relationship? Becoming the girlfriend of a guy she'd then know would leave his girlfriend if he found someone he thought was better? The field was a game she knew she couldn't win.

Besides, she really didn't need a relationship then anyways, not after the one she'd gotten out of. She wasn't sure if that story had been one of victors or villains or victims, or maybe even just people, but she knew she didn't need a repeat of that.

Emma had only met Milah once or twice, but after spending a summer hearing about her from Killian, she felt like she knew her pretty well. From what she gathered, Milah was fiercely supportive of Killian, but she could also often take his sometimes overwhelming charisma down a peg or two- a skill Emma was only just mastering. The breakup had been mutual, at least, as far as Emma could tell. Neither resented each other. Killian and Milah had simply realized around the same time that it was a sinking ship- and they bailed out before they went down with it. Emma almost wished she'd been that prudent in her last relationship- it would've been much more painless that way.

And maybe that's why she resented the feelings she denied were there between her and Killian now- neither of them needed to board another shipwreck.

---

Emma wasn't sure what to do about Mary Margaret's recent invitation. On one hand, going to the fair was on Emma's proverbial bucket list- she could stand for some greasy food and maybe a ferris wheel ride. She'd never gone to the fair as a kid, not even the county fair that set up a block away from one of the group homes she'd stayed at, so it seemed like a good experience.

But there was no way she was going to the fair with Mary Margaret and David. Sure, they were her best friends, and, sure, she got along great with them, but she'd felt like a third wheel around them all summer, even before they'd started dating- and it was even harder now that they'd made it official, especially as she watched them make eyes at each other across the lunch table.

It wasn't that she wasn't happy for them- she'd known Mary Margaret for a decade, and David for half of one- and there wasn't a relationship she'd ever seen that was as perfect as theirs. David was everything Mary Margaret needed in a partner, and she complimented him perfectly too.

"But that doesn't mean I want to third wheel them across the State Fair." Emma thought. The last time she'd gone out with them, she ended up standing around bored out of her mind while they took half an hour in each boring store they stopped in at the mall. There was no way she'd repeat that.

But Emma knew that when Mary Margaret was set on doing something, she'd do it, and before long Emma would find herself wasting a Saturday afternoon following them around the fair.

"Why don't you invite a friend to join us for the fair?" Mary Margaret suggested.

"Yeah," David said, "the last thing we want is for you to feel bored or left out."

She hadn't realized her annoyance with them last time was that evident. She'd tried to hide her emotions, and was usually so great at it- but Mary Margaret and David knew her better than anyone else.

Almost anyone else, that is. There was at least one friend she had who knew her better than they did- almost as well as she knew herself.

"I wonder if Killian would want to come up and join us." Emma suggested, as casually as she could, trying to convince herself and her friends that she was bringing this up in a purely platonic way.

"That'd be great." David said. "I haven't seen him since last summer."

"Me either." Emma said.

"Oh, it'd be great to get the whole group back together." Mary Margaret said. "You should see."

"I'll text him later," Emma said.

"Great idea." David and Mary Margaret smiled at each other, almost as if passing a secret in their stolen gaze.

---

Honestly, Emma hadn't expected Killian to be available that weekend. His summer job as work crew at the college he was at didn't give him many weekends off- so she was surprised when he said he'd not only have that day off, but that he was planning on being in town for a friend's graduation anyways, and would love to get the gang back together for a day at the fair.

---

Mary Margaret stayed with Emma at her mom's house the night before the fair so the guys would only need to make one stop on the way. Now they stood in the kitchen, wrapping tuna salad sandwiches in tin foil.

"Are you forgetting anything?" Mary Margaret asked.

"I don't think so." Emma said, packing the sandwiches into a little cooler. She'd taken it upon herself to make sure they'd have everything she thought they'd need for a day at the fair. "I've got a fully charged power bank, road trip snacks, wipes, water bottles, a couple umbrellas, and more than enough tuna sandwiches to go around."

Maybe she was over-prepared, but she knew she couldn't rely on the two lovebirds to remember to bring anything other than each other.

"Alright." Mary Margaret said. "David and Killian should be here any minute. It'll be so nice to all be together again."

"Absolutely." Emma said, zipping the cooler shut.

"And it'll be nice to see Killian again," Mary Margaret said, a tone of voice almost like she was hinting at something, "how long has it been?"

"Almost a year?" Emma offered, noncommittally. "It's been a while."

"It really hasn't been the same without him." Mary Margaret smiled.

Before Emma could make further comment, they heard a car pull up in the drive.

"Emma!" Ingrid called out from the other room. "Mary Margaret! Your ride's here!"

"We're on our way!" Emma said, grabbing her backpack of supplies and the little cooler. "Bye, mom!"

"Have fun, honey!" Ingrid said, as Emma and Mary Margaret both hustled out the door.

The guys were standing outside the car when they got out there, and David opened the trunk so Emma could put the cooler in it.

"I've got the lunch," Emma said, "all the sandwiches are labelled, there's snacks and wipes in my bag…"

"Emma."

She'd heard Killian's voice over video chat a lot in the past year, but hearing it in person was almost sweeter. She could almost feel herself calm a little when she heard her friend's voice- especially the way he said her name, like he'd been waiting to say it for so long.

She set down the cooler in the trunk and turned to Killian, who had his arms out for a hug.

"Hi, Killian." Emma smiled. "Long time no see."

She stepped a little closer and wrapped her arms around him as he gently enclosed her in his embrace too. Just a friendly hug, just like they'd done at the end of last summer- but somehow a little bit softer this time.

They both let go and Emma set her backpack in the trunk as well, then closed it and opened the car door.

"Oh, Emma." David said. "The seatbelt on that side's broken. You'll have to sit in the middle seat."

"No problem." Emma said, sliding into the middle of the backseat.

As she buckled her seatbelt, Killian sat next to her and buckled his seatbelt as well. Emma tried to slide over, at least a little bit, not needing to be squished right up next to him, giving him at least a little space. But she could only slide over so far while buckled in, and found her leg barely a centimeter from his, and their shoulders pressed next to each other.

"Sorry," Emma said"

"For what?" Killian asked.

"It's just a little cramped." Emma said. "Have to take up a bit of your personal space."

"Your apology is accepted but entirely unnecessary." Killian said. "It's not your fault David's car has a broken seatbelt."

Emma made eye contact with David in the mirror. He'd usually jump at the opportunity to defend his precious car, as well as the opportunity for some friendly banter with Killian. But this time he said nothing, not even the obvious defense of "how could that be my fault I don't even sit in the back seat?"

It was odd behavior for David, but Emma brushed it off, especially as Mary Margaret put on a playlist of some of their favorite songs.

---

The group stayed together at the fair for a grand total of the seven minutes it took them to figure out how to read the map and decide where and when they'd meet up at the end of the day if they got separated. Mary Margaret and David had then been adamant about seeing the live exhibit of birds of prey- which Emma couldn't care less about.

"We could check out the lepidopterarium." Killian suggested.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right after I check out a dictionary."

"The butterfly house, Swan." Killian smiled. "They're still your favorite, right?"

"Yeah." Emma said, "how'd you know?"

"I'm not sure," Killian said, as they walked towards the butterfly house, "but that butterfly necklace you always wore last summer, and the hat, and the doodles in your session notes- I guess I'm just a good guesser."

"A good noticer too." Emma thought.

On the way into the butterfly house, they were handed cotton swabs, and told, among other things, to dip them in the citrus trays so they could feed the butterflies off them.

Emma dipped her swab in a tray of an orange juice, then held it out to a little brown butterfly perched on the wall.

The butterfly flew down and landed on her cotton swab.

"Killian, look." Emma smiled and turned to show the butterfly to Killian, only to see him with his phone out, and evidently taking a picture of her.

"You know I don't like having my picture taken."

"That's why I waited until you were distracted, love." Killian said. "I can't get a good picture of you if you're scowling and covering the lens with your hand, now, can I?"

Emma glared at him a little.

"If you want me to delete it, I will." Killian sighed.

"It's alright." Emma said. "That's what we're here for anyways. Making memories."

The butterfly flew off her cotton swab as Killian put his phone away.

"Besides," Emma said, pulling her phone out of her pocket, "that gives me the right to take pictures of you when you least expect it."

"Oh," Killian said, as he got a little bit of the citrus juice on his cotton swab, "I hope it's of my good side."

A butterfly flew down and landed on his cotton swab.

"Oh, look at this one." He said.

Emma snapped a picture of him as soon as he turned to her.

"Well played, love." Killian said.

"I learned from the best."

She then examined the butterfly as he held it up between her face and his, noticing how the flecks of blue in its otherwise black wings perfectly complemented Killian's eyes.

"It's quite the specimen." Emma said.

"She sure is." Killian said, almost not looking at the butterfly, almost looking past it at Emma- no. That was foolish to even consider. Killian was just a solid friend, and that's all he needed to be.

---

"Have you ever tried funnel cake before?" Killian asked as they walked past a food stand.

"Not that I remember." Emma said.

"Well, you'd remember if you had." Killian smiled. "So that's about to change."

She followed him to the stand, where he ordered a funnel cake for them to split.

"I can pay you back." Emma said.

"My treat." Killian said. "You brought us delicious and nutritious tuna sandwiches today. It's only fair I return the favor with delicious- and obviously very far from nutritious- deep fried confections."

"If you're sure." Emma said.

The lady behind the counter handed him a paper plate with the funnel cake on it.

"I insist." Killian told Emma. He nodded a thank you to the employee, and he and Emma found a low ledge to sit on while they ate.

Killian tore off a small piece of the powdered sugar covered dough and handed it to her.

Emma closed her eyes and took a bite- overpoweringly sweet, but not bad at all.

She then noticed that Killian had gotten out his phone and pointed it at her again.

"Well, what do you think?" Killian asked.

"I think it'd be a lot better if you got that camera out of my face." Emma covered the lens and tried to take the camera from him, but he held it at arm's length.

"It's pretty good." Emma nodded.

She glanced over at Killian's phone, where he was adding a caption to the video he'd just taken of her.

"State Fair with some friends: Swan's never had funnel cake before"

She watched as he added it to his Snapchat story, then put his phone away.

"Oh, look at that." Emma pulled out her phone and pretended to open Snapchat, then said in a joking tone, "Killian added to his story."

"Really?" Killian joked back, and she showed him her phone screen- which was actually open to the camera, and she took a selfie with him, his mouth half full of funnel cake.

"That was a cheap shot, Swan." Killian said.

"I take what I can get." Emma smiled, then broke off another bite of the sugar coated treat.

"What do you want to do after this, love?" Killian asked. "The world is our oyster, as they say."

"I wonder," Emma said, "can I crush you in go-kart races as well as I can in Mario Kart?"

"We'll have to find that out next," Killian said, "but probably not." He popped another bite of the funnel cake in his mouth.

"Sounds like a challenge." Emma said.

"It's only a challenge if there's something on the line." Killian said.

"Loser buys the winner an ice cream?" Emma said.

"You're on."

Emma tore a bit more off the funnel cake, which was now almost completely consumed- the piece she broke off to eat was almost bigger than what remained, which she left for Killian.

He didn't take the last piece though, and offered it to Emma instead.

"Really?" Emma asked.

"I insist." Killian said.

Emma shrugged, then took the last piece and ate it.

"Besides," Killian slid down the ledge they were sitting on, then held out a sugar covered hand to Emma and helped her down, "you're gonna be treating me to ice cream later after I crush you on the go kart course anyways."

Emma gasped and playfully shoved him, and he responded in kind, then took the paper plate to a nearby trash can. Emma took off her backpack and set it on the ledge so she could dig through it for the package of wet wipes.

"Here," she pulled out the wipes and handed one to Killian, who was already trying to wipe off his hands on his shorts.

"Thanks, love." He said. They both wiped their hands, and Emma put the package of wipes back in her bag- but before she could put her backpack back on, Killian grabbed it.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked.

"It takes too much time for you to take off your backpack and dig through it to find what you need," Killian said, and he slung the bag over his shoulders, "it'll be so much faster if I just wear it for you, and then you can dig through it while I'm wearing it."

Emma had always been annoyed with Killian's often old-fashioned mannerisms, but he was getting better at finding excuses for his acts of chivalry.

"So this is just to save time?" Emma asked, arms crossed.

"Naturally." Killian said. "I pride myself on my innate efficiency."

"Says the guy who can't place above eighth in Mario Kart."

"Sure, on Nintendo, I may be slow," Killian said, "but in the real world, I'll place above second."

"In your dreams, Jones." Emma smiled, and they headed off for the go karts together.

---

Emma beat Killian in four of the five races they challenged each other to, only losing in the first because she was still trying to figure out how the kart worked. After that, it was smooth sailing, ehr, smooth driving, and they soon found themselves standing by the ice cream stand so Killian could purchase Emma her prize.

"An ice cream for the lady." Killian said, handing a dollar bill to the man running the stand.

"What flavor?" he asked, handing Killian his change.

"Rocky Road." Emma said. "And a Queen of Hearts for him- my treat."

"Swan," Killian said, "we agreed the loser buys."

"We agreed the loser buys for the winner," Emma said, "we never said the winner can't buy one for the loser."

He smiled and shook his head. "You're really taking the fun out of this."

"Alright," Emma said, "if you don't want it.…"

"Now now, you know me, Swan," Killian said, "if you see me turning down a queen of hearts ice cream, it's probably a cry for help."

"Thought you might say that," Emma said, "so I'll need my wallet out of my backpack.

"Right," Killian nodded and turned around so she could get into her backpack.

She dug around for her wallet and got it out, then handed some money to the ice cream man and took the change.

"He'll have a queen of hearts." Emma said, as she took the rocky road cone from him.

"You got it, ma'am."

She put her wallet away and zipped her backpack. The man then handed Killian his ice cream cone.

"Thanks." Emma told the young ice cream man.

"Thank you," he said, "enjoy the fair!"

"We will." Killian said.

Emma looked up at Killian as they walked off, trying hard not to stare. She wondered if that ice cream guy had thought she and Killian were together, or something, or if the funnel cake lady had thought that they made a cute couple, or if random passersby thought Killian had brought her to the fair on a date.

"But it's not a date," Emma thought, "If it was a date, we wouldn't've brought Mary Margaret and David."

But they hadn't seen either of them for hours- it had been just Killian and Emma since shortly after they entered.

"But if it was a date, he'd've paid for everything."

Which he had, except for his ice cream, which he probably would've paid for too if Emma hadn't been so adamant.

"But if it was a date, we'd be smiling at each other stupidly and holding hands."

And as she looked up at Killian, she couldn't help but find herself smiling, watching him attempt to keep the ice cream from dripping all over his hand in the summer heat- and she fought hard against the urge to take his other hand- it just felt natural.

"But if this was a date, we'd like each other as more than just friends, and I, for one…."

And just then, he glanced over at her- she hadn't realized she was still staring at him until his eyes met hers.

"Oh no," Emma thought, "this is a date."

"What're you thinking about, love?" Killian asked

"Nothing." Emma replied, quickly looking away before she said something stupid.

"You can't think about nothing, Swan," Killian said, "I know you better than that." He took another lick of his ice cream before continuing: "You're thinking about everything."

Was she really that easy a read to him?

"You got me," Emma said.

There was a moment's pause in the conversation as both took a few more calculated licks of their ice cream.

"What are you thinking about?" Emma asked.

"Me?" Killian asked, then heaved a little laugh. "I'm at the State Fair having ice cream with my best friend. I'm thinking about how this is the best day ever."

Emma almost blushed a little. Killian had never outright called her his best friend before- and who but Killian Jones could say it so brazenly, and yet, so casually?

But at the same time, Emma was pretty sure what "best friend" meant, and that certainly wasn't "girlfriend material."

"Maybe this isn't a date after all." Emma thought, unsure whether that was a good thing or a bad one.

---

"Swan, look," Killian said, pointing at the prize display on a nearby carnival game, "a swan for miss Swan?"

"You'd never win it anyways." Emma said, deflecting the fact that she really would appreciate it if Killian tried to win her the plush swan, "these games are rigged."

"That sounds like a challenge, love." Killian said. "And look at the sign- winner gets six tickets, runner-up gets three, the swan is twenty-five- we play against each other three times, then pool our resources, and we can get that swan in three plays.

"At three dollars a play per person," Emma pointed out, "almost twenty bucks? We could pick up the same thing off the clearance rack at Wal-Mart for five."

"But that takes all the fun out of it." Killian said. "Unless you're afraid it'll break your winning streak."

Leave it to Killian to lure her into doing what he wanted by making a competition out of it.

"You're on." Emma smiled.

Killian ended up winning the first two rounds, and Emma beat him in the last one at the last minute- and with their pooled winnings, they had enough for the swan with two tickets to spare.

"You should pick something out from the other two, Killian." Emma said, clutching the plushie they'd won for her.

"How generous," Killian smiled, looking through the basket of cheap prizes, "Looks like my two-ticket options are a whistle, a smiley-face rubber ball, or…"

He pulled out a pink plastic ring.

"I'm getting the butterfly ring!" He announced, sliding the ring onto his pinky and handing his tickets to the man running the booth.

"Really?" Emma giggled.

"Absolutely." Killian said. "I need some souvenir of our day at the fair."

Emma shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Thanks for the swan." Emma said, as they walked off.

"My pleasure." Killian said.

It wasn't a very large stuffed animal that Killian had helped her win, but there was something about walking around the fair with a plushie- almost something like a symbol of status, like wearing a ribbon or medal around the fair, one that showed you did something well.

Killian stopped walking in front of one of those strongman high-striker games where you hit a target with a mallet and try to ring a bell. Emma felt like it was a pointless game, but she knew Killian would try it anyways- something about that game seemed a status of manhood, and if there was anyone in this whole fair who wanted to show off, it was probably Killian Jones.

"Here," Killian said, taking off her backpack and handing it to her, "hold your backpack for a minute- I'm gonna ring the bell."

"Sure." Emma smiled, shaking her head, knowing he wouldn't be able to, but finding his enthusiasm endearing.

And besides, she certainly wasn't about to object to spectating. She watched as Killian stretched a bit to warm up, his t-shirt almost seeming a little snug on him. Then he took the mallet, lifted it over his head and muscular shoulders. He paused a moment to glance over at Emma, who tried her best to look like she wasn't checking him out as he did this- but he smiled as if he knew she was- and he brought the mallet down on the target point.

The marker travelled up the pole, climbed it slowly, but quickly, as it made a sudden stop at fifty out of five hundred on the tower.

"These games are rigged anyways," Emma said, hoping Killian's ego wasn't too crushed.

"I don't need your pity." Killian shook his head as he took back Emma's backpack, flexing a little as he put it on.

"But you did win this." The man running the booth said, handing Killian a flower from a nearby bouquet.

"Just what I always wanted," Killian joked, though there was no denying he smiled a little as he took it from the worker.

Emma watched as he twirled the red flower between his fingertips.

"Would you like a flower?" Killian asked, holding it out to Emma.

"What, you don't want it?" Emma asked.

His joking smile returned. "It doesn't quite go with my ring."

Emma laughed a little and rolled her eyes, but she stopped when Killian stepped in front of her, pushed her hair back from her ear, and tucked the flower behind it.

His fingers grazed her cheek a moment as his gaze grazed hers. Emma tried so hard to remind herself that they didn't like each other, that they were just friends, that he probably didn't feel about her the way she was undeniably beginning to feel about him.

Emma blushed a little and averted his eye contact, breaking free of their deep blue ocean and losing herself instead in the deep blue emotion beginning to stir in the pit of her stomach.

But she brushed it all off as they continued across the fairgrounds together, trying to find herself the perfect blend of enjoying her day with him and not enjoying it too much.

---

Emma tried to convince Killian that he didn't need to pay for the hot dogs they got for dinner, but he was all the more insistent- and since he had her backpack, there was no way she could've gotten to her wallet before he finished paying for them.

As they ate, and even for a little bit afterwards, Killian related some stories about some stuff that'd happened his past year at college- some of the stories she'd already heard, but she didn't mind hearing them again. She wasn't fully focused on what he was saying anyways, a little caught up in her own thoughts.

"He needs to stop being so sweet," Emma thought, "like, right now. Doesn't he realize how charming he's being, how close I am to falling for him? What does he think he's doing?"

"It's almost sunset," Killian said, "we should try and get to the other side of the park before it gets dark."

"Why?" Emma asked.

"Just trust me." Killian said. They both got up, and she quickly followed him to the part of the fair where they'd gone earlier for bumper cars.

"They're just starting to turn on the lights on the rides," Killian explained as they stood in line for the ferris wheel, "a lot of people like going on the ferris wheel when it's all lit up, but a true connoisseur knows that this is the opportune moment."

"Why's that?" Emma asked.

"Just trust me."

Killian opened the door to the ferris wheel car and motioned for her to enter first. She took a seat, and he took a seat next to her.

"I've never been on a ferris wheel before," Emma said, a little worried when she noticed the box wasn't set up with seatbelts.

"Just keep your arms inside and keep your eyes open."

He pulled out his phone and opened the camera.

"Let's get whatever pictures of each other we're gonna take out of the way now," Killian said.

"Sounds fair." They took a selfie on his phone, then on her phone, then he took a picture of just her.

"Perfect." He said, taking one last look at her picture before putting his phone away.

"I hope you're not afraid of heights, love." Killian said.

Had she been a different woman, she might've been- or she might've pretended she was, and consequently pretended to be scared so he'd put his arm around her to comfort her, to protect her- thank God she wasn't one of those people, right?

"Not since third grade." She said.

"Good," he smiled as the wheel began turning, "because check out that view."

They slowly rose into the sunset, which illuminated the sky in brilliant hues of coral and pink.

"It's beautiful." Emma said, closing her eyes only a moment to breathe it in.

"Breathtaking, if you ask me," he said. Emma turned to look at him, and almost wasn't surprised to see him looking at her, the sunset half reflected in his eyes.

She set her hand down on the seat, between them, and noticed him do the same, setting his hand next to hers, so close he almost scraped her pinky with that silly plastic butterfly ring.

Their box stopped at the top of the wheel for just a moment, and Emma could see almost the whole park and beyond from up there. The only thing that could've made that moment more perfect was if he was just a little bit closer to her, emotionally or physically- both were out of reach anyways.

And as they stopped at the top of the ferris wheel, she almost thought she felt his pinky curl itself around hers- though as soon as she looked down at his hand, he quickly pulled it back, as though it had been an accident.

But she wanted to tell him that it didn't have to be an accident, that he didn't need to be scared of how she'd respond if he took her hand- that she might not even stop him if he leaned closer and kissed her right now.

But then the ferris wheel did what all ferris wheels do. It steadily began its decline. What goes up must come down, and Emma reminded herself that this needed to come down too. She didn't need to sit here raising her hopes- those have to come down eventually too- and if she fell for someone who didn't even care enough to make the first move?

She wasn't gonna let herself make that mistake again.

---

Overall, the whole group was in great spirits when they finally met back up at the main exit, then piled back into David's car for the long ride home.

By the time they left the park, it was already past midnight, and they had a three hour drive to drop off Mary Margaret, and another ten minutes after that to drop off Emma.

"And then it's goodbye again for Killian and I." Emma thought. Sure, they could stay in touch over video chats and dm's, but it wasn't nearly the same as walking around the fair with him, him thoughtfully carrying her backpack, sitting next to each other on the ferris wheel, or sharing funnel cake.

Gosh, she'd miss these moments. Sure, she had the stupid pictures they'd taken together, not to mention the photo booth photo strip they'd gotten before they left the fair, and, of course, the little swan plushie that was tucked away in her backpack.

She almost wished it wasn't in her backpack, because, as it were, she was starting to nod off and would've loved some kind of pillow. From the middle seat, she couldn't exactly rest her head on the car window- which is never smooth sleeping anyways- and her options boiled down to the back of her seat- or Killian's shoulder.

There was no way she was about to fall asleep on Killian's shoulder, least of all on purpose. Maybe though, if she could fall asleep, she might find her head accidentally on his shoulder- no one in their right mind could blame that on her any more than they could rightly blame the broken seatbelt on David. Surely that would be alright, right?

But it was the falling asleep that was the tricky part. She tried to tune out the rumble of the road, the bump against every pot hole, and Mary Margaret's low whispers in an attempt to keep David awake as he drove them all home.

After about half an hour of these futile attempts, Mary Margaret spoke just a little louder than she had been.

"Sounds like they're asleep in the back."

"I'm not asleep," Killian said, admittedly a bit groggily.

"Yeah, neither am I." Emma said.

"It's hard to get comfortable back here." Killian said.

"Yeah, and if I fell asleep, I'd end up using Killian's shoulder as a pillow."

Emma almost wondered if she shouldn't've said that, if maybe she'd crossed a line- until Killian replied, "I was thinking the same thing about you."

Emma was glad the car was dark, that he wouldn't see her blushing- and surely, all this was just the exhaustion talking.

After a moment's silence passed, Killian spoke up again.

"If you wanted to use me as a pillow, you can."

Surely, this was all platonic, him being a solid dude, a gentleman, a good friend.

So maybe it was platonic, just being a good friend when Emma replied,"you can use me as a pillow too."

And then, nothing happened.

Emma waited for him to make the first move, for him to rest his head on her shoulder, for him to decide it was alright. She waited so long she was almost embarrassed of her waiting, and then waited even longer. Surely, any minute now, he'd rest his head on her shoulder and she'd feel alright to do the same.

But after half an hour of stubborn defiance, she reasoned that someone had to do something- it was almost two a.m., and the responsible thing to do would be to get some sleep, and she wouldn't be able to do that until….

She was almost sure Killian was asleep by now, and, not about to wake him, she slowly, carefully, ever so gently, laid her head on his shoulder. He wasn't the most comfortable pillow in the world, but she didn't mind at all.

She almost thought she heard him take a short breath, something between a gasp and a sigh, but then felt his head nestle itself upon hers. His head was heavy, and she would definitely have a sore neck by the end of this ride, but it was worth it. He was worth it.

She figured it'd be more comfortable if she stretched out a little, so she put her feet up on the empty seat next to her, and pressed her arm a little closer to Killian's- this might be more comfortable if she could wrap her arm around his, but she wasn't gonna push it, no matter how badly every ounce of her being wanted to.

Even still it took a while to fall asleep- she knew as soon as she fell asleep, these precious moments together would be over. She didn't know when the next time she'd see Killian again would be, but she secretly knew it wouldn't be soon enough.

But after spending all day fighting her emotions, she soon tired of fighting off sleep, and sooner than she would've liked, she succumbed to it.

---

She woke up as the car pulled into a driveway and groggily assessed her surroundings. They were dropping off Mary Margaret, so they were about ten minutes off from Emma's house.

She also quickly realized that in her sleep, she'd managed to wrap her arms around Killian's arm, and was clinging tightly to it. She almost wondered if she could pretend to be asleep still, just so she wouldn't have to put up her barriers and let go of him.

She heard David in the front seat ask Mary Margaret if he could walk her to the door- and she hoped for one of their traditional long-goodbyes, wanting to spend every groggy minute she could with Killian.

A moment after their car doors closed, she felt Killian's head leave hers, then heard him gently whisper.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." He teased, but Emma pretended not to hear.

Killian tapped her shoulder, then shook it very gently.

"Emma, love," he said, his tone barely above a whisper, "wake up."

Begrudgingly, she sat up and quickly let go of his arm, as if she hadn't realized until that moment that she was holding it.

"Sorry," Emma said.

"You're good, Swan," Killian said, "I just. I have a dumb question to ask you."

If there was one person who was good at asking stupid questions, it was Killian, and if there was one time Emma didn't want to try to answer them, it was immediately after waking up.

"What is it?" Emma asked.

Even in the low lighting, Emma could see Killian fidgeting with the plastic butterfly ring.

"Do you know why butterflies remind me of you?"

"Because I wore a lot of butterflies when we worked at camp together?"

"It was a good excuse." Killian laughed a little. "But that's not why."

"Why, then?" Emma asked.

"Butterflies make me think of you," Killian took a deep breath, "because I've had butterflies in my stomach since I laid eyes on you today, and since I found out I could see you again today- since you sent me a text message two weeks ago that just said, 'hey, Killian.""

"What's he saying?" Emma thought, trying to fight off the butterflies flip-flopping in her own stomach.

"I have butterflies in my stomach every time I think about you," Killian said, "and a stupid smile that doesn't go away, and some kind of yearning- being here, with you, today- you've no idea how wonderful it's been for me- but…."

She tried to read his expression, and their eyes met in the darkness.

"Oh, Emma," he said, "I'm about to do something stupid."

"What is it?"

"I'm about to jeopardize the most important relationship in my life- it could cost our friendship just to say this."

"What?" Emma asked, piecing together for the first time that Killian regarded his friendship with her with utmost importance.

"I like you, Emma Swan," he said, "I like you a lot, more than you realize."

Emma almost couldn't believe it. Was Killian saying her feelings were mutual?

"I like you, too." Emma said.

"I don't just mean I like you." Killian shook his head, "I almost think I love you."

Emma's heart skipped a beat, then another, then skipped a third as she replied, "Me too."

"Really?" Killian asked.

She placed her hand on his leg, and he took her hand in his.

"You've been giving me butterflies all day too," Emma said.

Maybe she was still a little groggy, maybe she was just tired, maybe it was the rush of falling in love again, but either one, she found herself leaning over, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Do you wanna do this again sometime?" Killian asked.

"The fair?"

"Doesn't have to be," Killian smiled, "we could go bowling, or to the movies, or mini golf, or out for dinner, or whatever your heart desires."

"All of the above," Emma said, "and maybe even more."

"Sounds like a date, love," Killian laughed a little, "sounds like a lot of them."

"Yeah."

The butterflies returned to her stomach as Killian tucked her hair behind her ear, then ran his hand down her neck, then pulled her a little closer, and looking in her eyes, he asked her plainly, "May I please kiss you?"

Emma could barely find the words to answer him, just nodding and whispering a "yes," one that would be been followed by a "please" if he hadn't already brought her lips to his

Emma almost felt like they were back on the ferris wheel again- like they were on top of the world, but none of it mattered- because in this moment as they kissed, all that mattered was each other- they may as well have been the only ones in the world.

---

Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones in the world, and the kiss was cut off short as the front door of the car opened and David got into the car.

Emma and Killian quickly pulled away from each other and tried to act natural- as natural as they could still holding hands, with Killian's arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"If either of you want to move up to the front seat, you can." David said.

"Much appreciated, but no thanks, Dave." Killian said, looking down at Emma with a smile, "I think we're quite comfortable back here."

David looked back at them over his shoulder and smiled with only a hint of confusion.

"Uh, pardon my asking," he wrinkled his brow, "but are you two, together, or something?"

Emma looked up at Killian and smiled. "I guess we are now."

"Indeed." Killian smiled.

"Took you guys long enough!" David said. "We've been waiting all day to hear that."

"You have?" Killian asked.

"Oh yeah," David said, as he backed the car out of the driveway, "but if you guys do need more space back there, feel free to slide over."

"What?" Emma asked.

David looked at them in the rear view mirror and smiled, then answered her confusion.

"The seatbelt was never broken."

#once upon a time #ouat #ouat fic #captain swan #cs ff #killian jones #emma swan #fanfiction #once upon a time fanfiction

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around-and-around-we-go · 11 months

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Hey! Jw how How to ruin everything relates to your character? (This is random but i bet you would be so fun to play dnd with!! If you’re ever down to talk about character ideas and such just hmu!!)

Hi!!!! I’m always down to talk character ideas or anything at all lol! And I think I’m going to be playing in a new campaign soon if you’d be interested in joining once my dm gets that info all set up :)

How To Ruin Everything: Miss Nadia decided to flirt with her bodyguard (and sleep with as we all found out last night after joking about rolling a d100 to see if anything happened during the “sharing a room with one bed” moment) since her boyfriend of 3 years disappeared on her without a trace a few months before she ended up joining this competition type thing to become the faces of a company with the guys who would be part of her party. What she didn’t know is that bodyguard was part of the reason why her boyfriend was missing and fully intended to help break the bf in order for him to become the BBEG’s chosen one.

So she was unable to save him (the bf) and definitely ruined everything with him and his family (including his youngest sister who she promised she’d save her brother). And what it comes down to is, the party doesn’t know this and neither does the bf/what’s left of him in this possessed state, she was scared of having someone who genuinely loved/loves her. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop so she did that classic well, I’ll hurt you before you can hurt me but didn’t exactly fully realize that’s what she was doing until it was too late.

So yeah 😅

Ask me about my dnd characters based on the 5 most important songs on their playlist(s)!

#dnd #ash rambles #dungeons and dragons #ask away :)#ash’s dnd characters #nadia orenthal #answered :)#decaythefoundations

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I am a semi-sfw blog, but the semi is only there for angst, violence, etc. While mun is in his mid-20s, I will not rp smut. Romance is fine (welcome, even). If our muses were to reach a point in roleplay where it would become intimate, the scene will fade to black.

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part twenty-eight - LA bound

blue moon 🌙 - MM19xreader, smau, crack comedy, fluff, angst and smut

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a/n: and here is the twenty-eighth part of blue moon!! and the drama is about to begin 👀 lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist! x

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‘y/n?’ I hear Mason call from the other side of the door. ‘I’m in here!’ I call, his head appearing around the door to my walk-in wardrobe a moment later. ‘I got your nuggets,’ he grins, and I smile, motioning for him to come in.

Wonder covers his face as he looks around the room, taking in the rails and rails of clothes, shelves overflowing with various types of shoes, drawers filled to the brim with sparkling jewellery, rotating cabinets that hold dozens of bags worth more than his weekly wages (and that’s saying a lot).

‘Wow,’ he says, putting the brown McDonald’s bag in his hand down on the central island, and I instantly dive into it, pulling out one of the cups. ‘What this?’ I ask, sniffing it. ‘Strawberry milkshake,’ he says, and I give him a surprised look. ‘How’d you know I like strawberry?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘I’m an observant guy.’

I pull out the box of twenty nuggets, instantly sinking my teeth into one and letting out a little noise of pleasure. ‘Ugh, these are so good.’ ‘I bet they’ll taste even better in LA,’ he says offhandedly, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I doubt it. Nothing will ever beat London maccies,’ I say decisively, and he just laughs, shaking his head with a small smile on his face.

He wanders around the room, rifling through the racks, and I watch him amusedly as I eat, entertained at how interested he looks in all my clothes. ‘How does someone collect this many clothes?’ he asks, and I laugh. ‘Companies send me a lot of it for free, and I’m lucky enough to buy anything I like whenever I want.’ ‘They send you free stuff?’ ‘Yeah, even though I’m more than able to pay for it,’ I say with a roll of my eyes.

‘The stuff in this room must cost, like, a billion in total,’ he says in awe, and I shake my head. ‘You’d be surprised how much of this is from places like Primark.’ ‘So rich and yet you’re spending money on fast fashion? Shocking,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes. ‘Excuse me. Some of this is from when I was at school, and you know as well as I do that I wasn’t gonna be buying Chanel and YSL back in Year 11,’ I say drily, and he laughs, nodding in agreement.

‘Can you imagine if 16-year-old us could see us now?’ he asks wistfully, leaning back against the island and eating the fries from the bottom of the bag. ‘You followed the path you always worked towards, so 16-year-old Mason would be proud.’ ‘And 16-year-old y/n would be proud too. You didn’t take the most conventional path, but it still got you where you wanted to be. And you work hard,’ he says, my heart warming.

‘Yeah, I don’t think she expected me to date an addict band-member, but whatever works,’ I joke, Mason laughing. ‘Speaking of addict band-members… he lives in LA, doesn’t he?’ Mason asks carefully, and I nod, sipping on my milkshake. ‘Are you gonna see him?’ ‘…Maybe. It’s been a good couple years since I last saw him, so it’d be nice to catch up,’ I reply evenly, and he just looks at me with an unreadable expression.

‘Just be careful,’ he says after a long pause, and I laugh softly. ‘I will, don’t worry. I won’t fall back into my old habits or anything,’ I say lightly, and he laughs. ‘That’s not what I meant. I know you won’t go back to that. I just don’t want you to get hurt. He didn’t mean to hurt you when you were together, but he did. I don’t want it to happen again,’ he says in a gentle voice, and I feel my heart fluttering.

‘He won’t. He can’t. I loved him then, but I don’t anymore. So he can’t hurt me now,’ I say mildly, and he just nods, looking like he wants to speak but he doesn’t. I sip on my milkshake, waiting for him to talk, but he changes the subject, eyes focused on the clothes.

‘You wore that dress to Steph’s 21st, didn’t you?’ he asks, his memory making me look at him in shock. ‘Yeah, I did. How do you remember?’ ‘I told you, I’m an observant guy,’ he grins, and I just roll my eyes at the cryptic answer.

‘Is that what I think it is?’ he says, spotting a section of blue in the corner of the room, and I nod with a small smile. ‘At least one of every Chelsea shirt since I was born,’ I say proudly, and he looks impressed. ‘Names on the back?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow.

‘I don’t have a Mount shirt, if that’s what you’re asking,’ I laugh, and he pretends to be offended, clutching his chest dramatically. ‘Who do you have?’ ‘From the current team? Most of them. Except you, of course,’ I say contentedly, and he grins. ‘That’s why I brought this,’ he grins, pulling a folded-up Chelsea shirt out of the big inside pocket of his jacket, opening it up to reveal ‘Mount 19’ on the back.

‘Wow.’ ‘Told you I’d give you one. So you don’t have to wear Nicolo’s now,’ he says happily, and I roll my eyes, holding back laughter. ‘You’ll have to sign it for me.’ ‘I’ll get you another signed one, so you can frame that and put it on the wall above your bed,’ he grins, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘It’d be better suited to the toilet, don’t you think?’ I ask, and he shoots me a half-hearted dirty look, making me giggle.

‘Right, hurry up and eat, and then we’ll get on with packing.’ ‘We?’ I ask, and he nods with a small smile. ‘Gotta make sure you don’t take anything too sexy,’ he says, narrowing his eyes as though he’s suspicious of me, and I laugh. ‘Excuse me, Mr Mount, but I look sexy in everything,’ I say pompously, flipping my hair over my shoulder, and he just laughs, nodding like it’s true.

‘Also… I know you don’t want to have this talk but we need to discuss us before you go away. I can’t be in this weird awkward stage with you if you’re gonna be gone for… well, we don’t even know how long it could be. I just want things to be sorted,’ he says, and I let out a little sigh. I hate talking about my feelings.

‘Do we have to?’ I pout, and he laughs softly. ‘Yes, y/n, we do. So please… tell me what you’re thinking,’ he says gently, taking my hand into his. ‘I’m thinking we shouldn’t have this conversation.’ ‘y/n.’ ‘Okay, fine. I’m thinking… we should go with the flow. We hated each other for so long, so it doesn’t make sense to jump straight into… the opposite of hating each other. Let’s just see what happens,’ I say slowly, and he listens before letting out a little sigh.

‘I hate to use this sentence but I have to ask. What are we?’ he says with a small smile, making me laugh. ‘We are frenemies who had sex and behaved domestically whilst on holiday, and are now waiting until one half of the pair comes back from LA before we carry on life as normal and see the way that things naturally continue between us,’ I say carefully, and he just looks at me with an amused glint in his eye. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Mmhmm,’ I respond, and he just nods.

‘Okay. That was a rubbish answer, you know,’ he grins, and I can’t help but laugh. ‘I know, but I can’t make any promises, Mason. You know what I’ve been through. It’s hard for me to commit,’ I say softly, and he nods with a small laugh. ‘Commitment issues? You sound like a teenage boy,’ he chuckles, and I throw a fry at him, earning a stern glare.

‘Let’s not start a food fight because I’ll end up covering your Cartier rings in strawberry milkshake,’ he threatens, making me giggle. ‘You’ll be replacing them then,’ I say, and he grins as he replies with a wink, ‘Light work, babe.’

‘Here we go, then,’ he says as the car comes to a stop on the runway, and I let out a little sigh. ‘I’m so nervous,’ I admit, my stomach turning, and he gives me a small smile, endeared. ‘You’re gonna be great, y/n. The role is specifically for you. You get to help with casting, which obviously means they respect you a lot. You’ve got nothing to worry about,’ he says gently, a comforting hand on my leg, and I nod, taking a deep breath.

We spent hours in my wardrobe last night, packing and chatting, and I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much, even at such stupid things. It was like when you feel drunk without having touched a single drop of alcohol. We were laughing like hyenas until 1am, when we realised how late it was and decided we needed to sleep. I let him share the bed with me, and we stayed up talking for even longer, finally falling asleep at around 4. We woke up at 9 and left 30 minutes later, stopping for breakfast on the way.

And now, here we are. I’m about to start a new chapter of my career across the world, and leave the person who’s been by my side almost nonstop for the last week. He feels like my new normal, my new comfort zone, and it’s scary to leave him behind. Lisa isn’t able to come with me, and neither are the girls, so I’m going all by myself.

‘I wish you could come with me,’ I whisper, and he grins, taking my hand into his and pressing a kiss to my skin. ‘I wish I could too, but you’ll be fine. You’ve got loads of friends in LA! You’re gonna have the best time, y/n. I promise you, you’re gonna have so much fun. London won’t even cross your mind, you won’t miss us at all,’ he says in a soft voice, and I sigh.

‘I doubt it. But we’ll see. I promise to watch all the Chelsea matches though,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Good. You’re our good luck charm,’ he grins, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Am I?’ ‘Yeah, of course. We almost always win when you come and watch.’ ‘Oh, so you keep track, do you?’ I ask amusedly, and he nods, a slight red tinging his cheeks and making my heart melt.

‘I always try to play well when you’re there, because I’m a show-off,’ he admits, making me laugh. ‘I could’ve told you that, Mount. Remember when you forced the entire year group to come to a Chelsea youth match? And you scored and did a knee slide right in front of where we were sat?’ I remind him, and he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck as he nods.

‘I remember. I gave you my shirt that day, and got in trouble for it,’ he says, and I look at him in surprise. ‘You got in trouble?’ ‘Yeah, we were only, like, 13 so we weren’t really getting new shirts every match. They were well annoyed at me,’ he grins proudly, and my heart warms. I still have that shirt, somewhere in one of my old memory boxes. We stopped being friends, but I didn’t have it in me to get rid of a gift from 13-year-old him.

‘Menace,’ I say amusedly, and he runs a hand through his hair, cocky smirk on his face. ‘You know me, always causing trouble,’ he jokes, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah, lots of trouble, specifically for me.’ ‘You weren’t complaining about me causing you trouble when you were begging me to f-’ ‘Alright, alright,’ I say quickly, cutting him off so that the airport staff stood outside the car don’t hear him through the open window, and he just laughs.

‘Right, I should probably go,’ I say reluctantly, and he pulls me into quick hug across the console. ‘Show LA who the queen is, alright?’ he grins when we break apart, making me laugh. ‘They won’t know what’s hit them.’ ‘That’s the spirit,’ he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to my hand before we both climb out of the car.

He helps the staff unload all my bags from the boot of his car as I take a couple pictures in front of the jet, never one to miss out on an Insta opportunity. Once the jet is loaded with my bag, we’re ready to go, and I take a deep breath as Mason comes to stand in front of me.

‘Right then. I suppose I’ll see you whenever you’re back,’ he says, and I nod with slightly teary eyes, feeling all emotional. ‘You can come and pick me up.’ ‘Oh, I can, can I? What an honour,’ he chuckles, pulling me into a hug, and I let out a watery laugh, blinking back tears. ‘I’ll be here a day early, just in case,’ he murmurs, my heart fluttering as I laugh.

‘Off you go then,’ he prompts, and I take a deep breath before letting go of him. ‘Bye, Mason,’ I say, and he gives me that big handsome grin of his. ‘Bye, y/n,’ he murmurs in response, and I can’t look at him any longer, knowing I’ll cry if I do.

I turn around, heading up the stairs, and I can’t help but steal one last glance at him as I reach the door. He blows me a kiss, big smile on his face, and I catch it, tucking it into my bag and zipping it carefully, his smile growing even more at that.

I step onto the jet and take my seat, watching through the blacked-out window as he gets back into his car, not driving off yet. He’s probably waiting until we’ve taken off before he leaves, the thought making me melt. ‘Audrey!’ I shout to the pilot, hearing her call back ‘yeah?’ in response. ‘Can you play some Olivia Rodrigo? And a bit of The Weeknd and Billie Eilish too please?’

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #mason mount smau #mason mount social media au #chelsea fc

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA:

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

#bnha 322 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #uraraka ochako #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #IF I COULD REACH THE STARS #I'D GIVE THEM ALL TO YOU #IF I COULD TURN BACK TIIIIIIIIME

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honeymilkk00 · 3 years

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Haikyuu Boys: You Flinch

yooooo so my first post on tumblr,,, kinda scary but here goes nothing. if the characters are too ooc i apologise but it’s because this is my first time writing a haikyuu one shot. also i’m fucking obsessed with angst to comfort hmu with some good ones (hopefully i haven’t read them). also pleaseeeee this isn’t an attack on the reader, you all are so fucking gorgeous. i’m trying to write this angst with my personal insecurities in mind so it can be more realistic. remember to drink water and eat 3 meals a day.

characters:

-tanaka

-ushijima

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Tanaka

Recently, you had noticed a strain in your and Tanaka’s relationship. Of course, you were always pretty self-conscious in the relationship- he always hung out with Kiyoko when he went to practise and spoke about her like she was a goddess.

That didn’t mean you didn’t like Kiyoko. In fact, you looked up to her a lot, heeding her advice every time she spoke to you. But, who wouldn’t be insecure? Kiyoko was everything you were not. She was smart, she was pretty, she was organised, and she had a great personality to go with it. Sometimes, you’d sit thinking that maybe Tanaka would be happier with her.

And today was one of those days. It was lunch and, as usual, Tanaka was at practise. You didn’t mind and grew pretty accustomed to it, often sitting to the side of the sports hall, watching and cheering. You were happy that your boyfriend had such a deep interest in something.

As you sat next to the coach, taking small bites out of an apple, you noticed Tanaka’s wondering gaze. Following his eyes, you frowned slightly when you noticed him staring at Kiyoko with a small blush on his face. An uneasy feeling in your gut made you stop eating, just watching. When Tanaka walked over to her and tucked her hair behind her ear after helping her pick up spare balls, you felt bile rise in your throat. Suffocating. It felt like suffocating as you watched your boyfriend touch and blush around your friend whilst right in front of you.

Biting your lip nervously, you packed away your lunch and stood up. There was still 10 minutes left of lunch. If Tanaka asked, you could’ve dismissed it as simply wanting to get to class early. Nodding to Coach Ukai and Daichi, you swiftly exited the sports hall and walked to your next lesson.

Somehow, you had avoided Tanaka for the rest of the day. You knew you were probably overreacting, but the way he looked at her with such a loving gaze made you feel sick. He didn’t even look at you with that much compassion, and you were his girlfriend.

So, you slung your backpack over your shoulders and made your way home. Normally, you would walk with your boyfriend, but not today. It was silent without Tanaka making small comments here and there and laughing. Insecure thoughts filled your mind, and, with no one to distract you from them, you listened.

You listened to every single thought that crossed your mind.

Why were you not pretty enough?

Why did Tanaka love Kiyoko more than he loved you?

Why were you so petty?

Why were you running away instead of talking to him?

Why were you not good enough?

You swallowed the bile that slowly rose in your throat and looked down at your hands that clenched together.

Just get over it. You can’t be better than her.

A hand placed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. Swiftly, you head diverted to look at whoever touched you right in the eyes.

Shit.

“Hey, you’ve been ignoring me since lunch. Did something happen? Why are you walking home without me?” Tanaka let go of your shoulder and raised a curious brow at you.

You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

Forcing a smile, you looked down at your hands instead of his gaze-his piercing gaze that left you weak and helpless. “Nothing is wrong,” you started, pausing for a second to recollect your thoughts. “I just wanted to get to class quickly after lunch... And I was walking home by myself because I have a lot of homework to do.” You lied smoothly, but of course, Tanaka saw through it.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Tanaka sighed and tilted his head, “are you going to tell your boyfriend the truth or continue to lie straight to my face? We’re partners- a team- you’re meant to trust me and communicate. Wasn’t it you who said that was important?” His voice gradually got louder with every sentence, his patience wearing thin.

You looked back at him and opened your mouth, before closing it. Of course, trust and communication is key in relationships but... Your eyes glanced up at Tanaka. Opening your mouth again, you spoke, “It’s just...” You started and licked your lips, taking a deep breath, “You seem to be close with Kiyoko. Very close..” You whispered the last bit, but he still caught it.

Clenching his fists, Tanaka frowned, “well excuse me, but she’s been my friend longer than I’ve dated you. I don’t see why it’s an issues now.” His voice was firm and loud, making you shrink into yourself.

“I get that, I do. But you can’t just get all close like blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear when you’re in a relationship.” You tried to reason with him. Yes, you know they were friends longer than you and Tanaka had been in a relationship and you respected that. That was why you never mentioned anything before.

Tanaka made a ‘tch’ sound and took in a deep breath, glaring down at you. Like this, he looked like an alpha- strong, in charge, dominant. In normal circumstances, you might’ve blushed or even squirmed, but in this situation, all you felt was your fight or flight impulse going crazy. “Well I’m sorry, but just because you’re insecure about yourself doesn’t mean you can be a selfish bitch! Grow up (Y/n)!”

That was what made you snap.

“Excuse me!? Tanaka, you told me to communicate and so I did, but when I do my opinions and feelings are immediately shut down!? I’m not saying you can’t be friends with Kiyoko! You can! Just please don’t keep touching her intimately because it makes me think you’d rather be with her!” You shouted back.

Letting out a deep growl, Tanaka leaned over you with a menacing glare and quickly lifted his hand, which made you flinch violently and close your eyes tightly, lifting you arms to shield yourself.

Snapping out of his rage, Tanaka’s eyes widened.

You flinched. You flinched at him.

Did you seriously think he was going to hit you?

Taking a shaky breath, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, which made you flinch more and slowly open your eyes to look into his. Your eyes held nothing but pure fear. You couldn’t help it- Tanaka was big, strong and intimidating. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“Please don’t look at me like that, baby.. I’m sorry.. I’ll never hit you.” Tanaka whispered softly and pulled you in for a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry I scared you like that..” He murmured lightly.

Shakily, you took a breath, letting your tears slip down your cheeks. “Ngh.. ‘M sorry I annoyed you Tana...” You whispered softly, crying into his shoulder. “’M just... Scared. Kiyoko is beautiful and has the best personality and I’m just... Me.” You admitted, finally calming down when you realised that Tanaka would never ever hurt you, no matter how much you angered him.

Tanaka’s eyes softened and he gently stroke your hair. “Exactly. You’re you. That’s why I love you, baby.” He whispered gently and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Slowly, you leaned into his touch more, “Okay...”

Tanaka sighed gently, “I didn’t realise I was being too touchy with her, but I’ll stop for you baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled weakly back.

“Icecream?” He asked.

“Please.”

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Ushijima

You always knew volleyball was his passion. It was his everything, and you respected that.

Still though, when you became his girlfriend, you thought that maybe you’d at least tie with volleyball in importance. However, you soon realised three months into the relationship that what you believed didn’t seem to be the case. In fact, it seemed as if you were more of a chore for Ushijima than something he enjoyed spending his time on.

Eventually, it all got too much.

You watched him practise from the side-lines, frowning since he barely even glanced at you, let alone said hello. Of course, you didn’t mind. He was focused on practising, so it would make sense if he didn’t acknowledge you.

Ushijima paused his practise to get a small drink and you took this opportunity to encourage him and drop off his lunch since he had a tendency to forget his. “Ushi, you’re doing so-” You started, but was soon cut off by your blunt lover.

“(Y/N), can’t you see I’m focusing right now? I’ll talk later, but right now volleyball is all that matters. You’re irrelevant right now.” He retorted swiftly, before shrugging you off and going back to practise his spikes.

Biting your lip slightly, you swallowed thickly and looked down at your feet in shame. Those words hurt, even if they weren’t the most aggressive. Maybe he did only see you as a burden. The thought made you shiver and deepen your frown. The last thing you wanted was to hold your boyfriend back, even if it hurt you. Taking one last glance at Ushijima, you set his lunch down by his bottle and turned away, hiding the tears in your eyes by looking at the ground.

It felt as if someone was squeezing your heart in your chest, and a lump soon formed in your throat. You choked on a sob and headed home, turning off your phone completely.

Once you had reached the comfort of your house, you collapsed on your bed and sobbed silently into a pillow, curling tightly into a small ball.

You were unsure as to how long you had been crying for, but you soon awoke from a slumber when you felt the bed dip and a large arm wrap around your waist. Biting your lip, you turned your head to come face to face with Ushiwaka. “Ushi...” You whispered quietly.

“My love, you have been crying. Your eyes are red and puffy.” He stated and frowned lightly. “What happened?” The male gently brushed his thumb against your hip, caressing it tenderly.

Tensing up, you sat up and pushed his hand away lightly. “Ushijima..” You started and looked down, clenching your fists together. “Is volleyball really that important to you..?” You whispered out, barely loud enough for him to hear.

The brute frowned and also sat up, narrowing his eyes slightly, “(Y/N), why are you so annoyed over my passion?” He asked and let out a scoff. “What, are you jealous of a ball? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” Ushijima’s voice raised slightly, but he soon shut up when he noticed you flinch and sink deeper into the bed.

You avoided eye contact from your lover and gripped the sheets tightly in your hand, “’M sorry..” You whispered out as tears filled your vision. “Maybe I am being ridiculous.. I just think that...” You choked on a sob. “That you’d be better off with someone else. All I seem to do is hold you back from doing what you love. ‘M just a pain..” Hurt filled your voice and you swallowed thickly.

Ushijima’s eyes widened slightly and he frowned, gently taking your hands into his large ones. “Darling... You are all I want. I am sorry if those comments I said earlier made you feel insecure, but I truly do care for you. You are the only person I want in my life.” Gently, he placed his forehead on yours and kissed away your tears. “You are anything but a pain, my love.”

Looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, you smiled lightly and pressed your lips against his delicately. “You’re forgiven, Ushi..”

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #angst #haikyuuangst #tanaka angst #ushiwaka angst #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima angst #requestsopen #haikyuu comfort #tanaka ryuunosuke

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aureutr · 2 years

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that “mand’alor din keeping his jedi lover in carbonite” sounds so interesting, there’s barely any luke-in-carbonite fics out there and you’re an amazing writer,,,,, carbinite can kill but maybe luke is very resilient,,,,, din probably likes the weeks when he’s fresh off ice the most, when he’s blind and smaller and cutting him off from the force makes him so sweet and reliant on din,,,,,, kinda dark but fuck yeah dark stuff that’s what fiction is for

anyways take care of yourself and i hope you have a good new year, you have a lot more people who like and enjoy you then you know!!! maybe eat some chocolate and drink some water

Happy new year! And thank you <3

That is not exactly the direction I was going with the story but that is wickedly delicious in and of itself. Mine was more that the Mand'alor takes a different lover every night or keeps someone around until he gets bored/angry with them and then freezes them in carbonite. He has a whole gallery.

And then there is Luke, and will he be different?

It diverges from 1001 Nights from there, that was just part of the original idea.

Actually, I wrote a prologue for that story that I posted on Discord (if y'all aren't on the server get in, HMU if you need an invite link). I can share that here.

If I do end up writing the full story I reserve the right to change 100% of this ;)

tw dark content, sexual content (not Dinluke since this is a prologue)

The Mand’alor’s personal quarters were not as extravagant as one might expect. Everything in them was of exquisite quality but there was no excessive finery. That was not always true, some of his predecessors were greedy beings who lavished Mandalore’s wealth on themselves while the planet starved or languished. Din Djarin was no such ruler. Mandalore was his clan, and the clan came first.

That didn’t mean he didn’t have his vices.

His bed held his latest: a lithe young man with hair the color of warm soil. Sadja. He lounged in the nude, perusing a datapad. He had not looked up when Din entered. It was only once Din stripped down to nothing that he set the device aside and gave him a wide smile.

“Mand’alor,” he said, a teasing note in his voice.

Din did not respond, only sat down on the edge of the bed. Sadja rolled closer and lay his head on Din’s thigh, looking up at him with a grin. Din did not return the expression but did slowly stroke fingertips down the side of his face, noting the softness of his skin.

“Is there anything you’d enjoy tonight?” Sadja asked, still grinning smugly up at him. Din tilted his head.

“Let’s change venues,” he said, voice as even and cold as always.

Mandalorian emotions tended to run hot, magma broiling underneath plates of armor. But most people could not read the Mand’alor’s moods, he appeared as unmoving and as frigid as glacial ice at all times. It was sometimes frustrating for him to have people misinterpret his intentions. Often, it was an advantage. Like now.

He took Sadja’s hand and pulled him off of the bed and out of the bedroom. His quarters were much larger than he needed. They moved through the sitting room, and then Din opened the next door. Sadja pulled back with a laugh, bringing them to a stop.

“I didn’t think you were into exhibitionism, Mand’alor,” he said. He danced fingers up Din’s arm. “Wouldn’t you rather be taken care of here?”

Din didn’t reprimand him for going against his wishes. There was no point.

“You seem very proud of something,” he said instead. The only outer hint he had given thus far on his mood.

Sadja did not notice. “This is our fourth night together. I believe that’s a record.”

“Is it?”

Din continued moving, through the areas that were technically open to the public. No one would be here at this hour, no one would risk it. Still, Sadja blushed and laughed at being exposed. The laughter cut out when they entered the gallery and his hand tensed underneath Din’s.

The gallery was a single, long room. Art hung on the walls with sculpture scattered throughout the interior. Shallow alcoves were set at even intervals, currently hidden away behind heavy red curtains. There were a few chaise lounges set up, for leisurely viewing the works or for...other activities.

Once the door closed Din pushed Sadja against a wall that had no painting and kissed him. This seemed to soothe any concerns he had and he melted against Din. They stayed like that for long minutes, until Din felt Sadja grow to full hardness against his thigh.

Din grabbed his shoulders and moved, slowly rotating him. Sadja laughed again. Din hated the sound. He continued making out with him as he walked him backwards, toward the very far end of the room.

“Still not in the exact right place?” Sadja asked.

“Almost.”

Sadja slid a hand down Din’s chest to take his cock in hand, slowly palming and teasing him. Din paused their journey down the gallery and closed his eyes, enjoying and making minute mental notes of the sensation. Sadja slipped to his knees and took the weight of him in his mouth, still slow, meant to be foreplay. Din carded fingers through his hair, considering for a moment if he might change his mind.

But only for a moment. He tapped Sadja’s shoulder and the man stopped, looking up at him with curious eyes. Din gently took his hand and pulled him to his feet.

“If not that, then what is it you could want?”

“You’ll see.”

He continued walking him backwards, stepping carefully around a chaise lounge at the far end of the room. Din kissed him deeply, one more time, as they approached the curtain in the middle of the wall.

Then he shoved Sadja as hard as he could, sending him stumbling backwards and through the curtain. Before he could step back out Din threw the switch hidden beside this particular alcove. Sadja screamed.

Din retreated to the chaise lounge and reclined on it. The process didn’t take long, but it created a lot of vapor clouds and it would take some minutes for them to clear. Din reached under the lounge for the small remote he kept secreted away in here. Once the clouds had cleared enough for him to see again he pressed a button on the remote.

Every curtain in the gallery opened and Din smiled for the first time that day. It was not a kind smile. He sighed, relaxing, and took himself in hand. He stroked slowly, lazily. There was no rush. He had all the time in the galaxy to admire his personal carbonite collection.

Especially the newest piece, just added tonight.

#ask reu #dinluke #skydalorian #tw dark content #writing

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atc74 · 3 years

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Free Porn!

Okay, okay, now that I have your attention (clears throat) ...

My girl @amanda-teaches is turning 30 in July and we want to take this opportunity to honor her and join you to help us celebrate the fangirl, the writer, the ahhhhmazing human that we all love.

So without further ado, please join @alleiradayne , @suitofvibraniumarmor and me as we collaboratively host a

TALK 30 TO ME CELEBRATION

-- or --

Flirty, Dirty, and 30

Call it what you want 😁

Thirty prompts (probably more), so many ideas, lots and lots of dirty birthday thoughts and one just day.

No signups! We won’t be doing any maintenance, so if you sign up, be accountable. Just grab a prompt (or two or ten) and write something fantabulous just for Amanda!

Remember Amanda is a Dean girl if Supernatural is your thang. Or if you swing Marvel, you can’t go wrong with some Steve, Bucky, or even Sam.

So go do your thing friends! No rules, just remember to tag appropriately. If you’ll got questions, HMU.

Tag #AmandasFlirtyDirty30 and tag @amanda-teaches and us

Supernatural: @atc74 and @alleiradayne

Marvel: @suitofvibraniumarmor and @okay-maybe-i-like-marvel-too (my side blog that never lets me tag it)

Amanda’s birthday is July 21 so post on or before then!

Here be your prompts:

“You come here often?”

“So...you expecting someone?”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Look at us...we’re basically a couple anyway.”

“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“What’s the worst pickup line you’ve ever heard?”

“What are you doing for the rest of your life?”

“Do your weekend plans include me?”

“All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

“Would you like me to whisper in your ear?”

“I must be in heaven.”

“Hey, let me in. I’m outside with your favorite pizza.”

“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy...even then. Especially then!”

“Rumor has it, I make you nervous.”

“I can’t focus with your damn hand in my ah-oh!”

“Do you not like it when I look at you like that?”

“If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.”

“I give you permission to wake me up if you’re horny.”

“The sound of you fuckingme. I love that sound.”

“I’m going to kiss you until the only name you will ever taste is mine.”

“I wanna fuck you so bad right now.” “What…?” “Damn autocorrect. I meant hey.”

The gasp in your ear on the first thrust

“We seem to fukc like rabbits with rabies every time we meet.”

I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.”

“If you like it, lick it. Everybody knows that.”

“I never craved attention until I tasted yours.”

“What would you ask for if you knew the answer was Yes?”

“Shhhh, show me.”

“Touch me without using your hands.”

“He smiled and all I could think was ‘oh shit’.”

“Do you even realize how much you turn me on?”

“I wanna make love to your mind until your body can’t do without me.”

“I just need you to touch me more.”

“Just shove me up against the wall and make out with me.”

There are days when the only thing I can think of is how amazing you taste.”

“Who says it has to be on a bed?”

“Push me up against the wall and do dirty things to me.”

“I know you’re busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?”

“I sometimes get turned on just by seeing your name pop up on my phone.”

“I don’t know what has gotten into me lately, but I wish it were you.”

“Let’s drink just enough to have dirty rough sex that leaves only mild bruising and bite marks, but not enough to wake up sick with hangovers.”

“If you could read my mind, you’d need a shower and a cigarette.”

“I want a sweet kiss and some naughty, dirty sex.”

“I wanna get under the table and make it hard for you to talk.”

“Orgasms are like cooking. I could do it myself, but I prefer someone else do it for me.”

“Nice pants...can I test the zipper?”

“I can’t sing, but I have other oral talents.”

It’s not that I’m horny all the time. It’s just that you’re always so fucking sexy.”

“Boobs are the best place to rest a sad face.”

“If you kiss my neck, I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

“Life is always a little more fun when you’re a little more naughty.”

“My mind is currently busy thinking of all the naughty things I want to do to you to make you feel good.”

“Life is too short to pretend you’re not into some kinky shit.”

“I don’t feel like doing anything today. Except you. I’d do you.”

“I wish I could copy and paste you into my bed.”

“Yes I have a dirty mind and right now you’re running through it...naked.”

I am aware that is 60. This is going to be twice as awesome!

tagging for interest and signal boost: @crashdevlin @iwantthedean @evansrogerskitten @supernatural-jackles @muchamusedaboutnothing @rockhoochie @idreamofplaid @carryonwaywardkansas @hannahindie @thinkinghardhardlythinking @waywardbaby @our-jensen-ackles-love @fangirlxwritesx67 @janicho88 @whatareyousearchingfordean @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms

#amanda-teaches #amanda turns 30 #amandasflirtydirty30 #happy birthday spn family

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wihyuned · 2 years

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mun info .

name/alias: eun age: 21+ pronouns: she, her, hers timezone: kst discord: just ask me! little trivia fact about yourself: i function on min 6 cups of coffee every day

character info .

character name: hyun woorim age: thirty, 30 zodiac sign: capricorn group/band/position: founder & editor-in-chief of RiTZ info links or quick points about your character: stats / bio / headcanons

despised music until he went to college / before woorim was born, his father used to be a hotshot, famous songwriter, but later got exposed (framed? who knows) for plagiarism, which ended up fragmenting his family (father, a sad alcoholic, and mother, an overworked pediatrics nurse)

used to be a real mama’s boy until she passed away bc of breast cancer when he was in high school / relied on his older brother a lot, who married off into a rich family + works for a conglomerate company (subtle inferiority complex)

attended hongik university, but not much interest in studying / main focus was his girl and later, RiTZ magazine that eventually blew up

the girl he met in college aka the reason why he started to love music (and started RiTZ!)

breakup burned him but the magazine got famous so who’s the real loser here

tldr on personality ; cunning, selfish, ambitious, insensitive, methodical, charismatic ; he’s quick-witted and good with his words, a real sweet-talker, and can be extremely persuasive when he wants to

hates being looked down upon and disrespected, and fully (with emphasis, fully) enjoys the power the magazine allows him to hold in the hongdae scene / it’s always fun for him to see desperation scurry up to him in human form and ask for a little praise

but all in all, everything bad (and good) about him makes him a good boss / organized down to a t and fiercely protective of his own employees unless they cross him

and he’s honest (to some extent) when it comes to his reviews / if you’re good, then he’ll tell you, you’re good ; just don’t be bad

plots or any development you’d like to see for your character

definitely the past ex who’s a musician, the heroine of his “i now love music” story! he was 22 when he met her and in college / she can be younger than him, but only by (max) 3 years

and other exes like from high school or maybe that three-month relationship he probably had after his heroine (that crashed and burned terribly)

someone from RiTZ who helped out with the magazine since the very beginning and saw it take off

musicians/artists/fashion designers who consistently keep trying to catch his attention maybe they have something they can trade for a little praise in the magazine, like secrets or bought time?

a stalker-ish fan (or just plain stalker) would be fun ngl

antagonistic relationships / always a sucker for angst and with a personality like his, it’s easy to make enemies, esp during first impressions

an ongoing or future love line(s) / he def has commitment issues but is too easily reeled in when he gets hooked on someone (and wears his heart on his sleeve in front of the person he’s fond of)

that one person woorim actually takes care of (despite him emphasizing independence) / like, are you going to burn the house down, and do you need him to cook? are you stuck in a dangerous part of town, and do you need him to pick you up?

he’s a good fighter / maybe he saved your ass one time a few years back, and you’re one of the few people that’s seen him without all the power-hungry, insensitive facade

would also love a one-sided crush thing !! which woorim fully knows about, doesn’t reciprocate, but never really cuts off bc he loves the manipulation and the attention

this can also go the other way, with him having his tongue and heart in a twist and he absolutely hates it

+ more bc i’m always down to plot and brainstorm so pls hmu if you would like to :’) you can always ask me for my discord acc or reach out through im

#UG.TALK #so excited to be here

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kuroo-shitsurou · 3 years

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Communicate (Haiba Lev x kuudere!Reader)

note: first entry for haikyuu! i'm open for requests, just hmu! i apologize for any mistakes. some of my stories were intentionally made to be f!reader, but i figured gn!reader would be more appropriate. so i apologize if you see any she/her/names that are in the text. ^^

(i'm adding w/c now as well!)

word count: 3.8k

"He's not coming back tonight, no?"

For a few moments, there was silence. A gust of wind blew past the apartment complex, rustling the leaves of the trees planted down below. You sat on the chair set up on your balcony. Looking over the metal railings, you admired how the yellow and red taillights of cars stuck in traffic bobbed up and down the street. Somehow, they looked like Christmas lights tossed in a messy line; Like they were discarded the morning right after Christmas because the tree had to be taken down again.

You hugged the jacket closer to your arms, hoping to gain more warmth. Inhaling the fresh scent of laundry detergent, you smiled. Eyes crestfallen and tears just barely swimming in your ducts. The cold breeze of December brushed past your hair, tickling the back of your neck. It's the first Christmas I'm spending without you.

Your cat, Maika, jumped on your lap. She purred and mewled, rubbing her head against your warm hand. You managed to choke out a small chuckle, petting the white fur of the cat. You let your eyes wander to the glass doors connecting the living room and balcony. Your couch was there, a duvet carelessly thrown on top of it. You shouldn't help but let a few drops of salty tears fall down your cheeks.

You weren't really the type of person to cry over silly things. In fact, you rarely cried at all. As far as you remember, the last time you cried over something petty was back in second grade. You were teased for cutting your own hair; Your bangs looked choppy, and one classmate even mentioned how you managed to cut a giant chunk out from the back of your head. Admittedly, you were pretty stupid for messing around with the scissors you found on the table, but you didn't really know any better. Anyway, who knew that hair took so long to grow back?

Other than that, you don't recall crying anymore. Throughout your middle and high school years, tears weren't really present to disrupt your life. Not even when Kuroo accidentally spiked a ball into the back of your head, and not even when Yaku accidentally kicked your shin because you were standing too close to his original target, Lev.

Lev.

Although you didn't find any reason for letting yourself cry during those years, you couldn't help but tear up when you remembered Lev. You were incredibly proud of yourself for counting up to five days without crying every since Lev left your shared apartment. However, today was Christmas eve. There were approximately three hours before Christmas, and here you were, spending it with Maika, on the balcony, crying your eyes out.

To be completely honest, you knew that it was your fault that Lev left. You were a rather independent person. You had a bold personality; Never afraid of being blunt to people, never afraid of telling others if they needed to be scolded. However, you were an absolute novice when it came to showing affection to Lev.

It was a surprise, to say the least, to the entire volleyball team that the cold-hearted manager, _____-san, was dating the eccentric and hyperactive first year, Haiba Lev. Yaku, Kuroo, and Kai were in shock upon hearing the news from Lev. At first, they thought he was just kidding, but when they heard it from you, their minds were beyond boggled.

"Eh?!"

"Seriously?"

"Kuroo-san, why do you look so surprised? You too, Yaku-san. And Kai-senpai, I didn't think you'd be interested in my love life as well." You calmly said, clipboard firm against your chest, as your eyes scanned the volleyball posters displayed in the volleyball club room.

"W-Well, I didn't think it was actually true because Lev was the one saying it. I thought he was just bullshitting us." Yaku admitted, scratching the back of his head before sending you a sheepish smile.

"You're growing up too fast, _____-san!" Kuroo quipped, wrapping his arms around you like a doting aunt, "You have a boyfriend now, I'm getting old!"

"Kuroo-san, please stop patronizing me. I have feelings too. Why does this come as a surprise to you all? Inuoka-kun and Futakuchi-kun also asked me if Haiba-kun and I were actually dating. It's not like I'm a robot or anything, I can... contract love too." Your disheveled form pried Kuroo's arms away from you, and you dusted your shoulders off as if Kuroo left dirt atop of them.

"You don't contract love, _____. It's not a disease." Yaku laughed at your poor choice of words.

"You, see _____-san, we just didn't think that you were interested in romance for the time being, and for you to be dating someone like Lev, it's surprising. In a good way, though, don't get me wrong. Lev's a good kid." Kai was the calmest of the bunch, but he was simply masking his happiness. He was the one who invited you to be their manager, after all. He saw how you grew out of your shell gradually. It's nice to see you enjoying the years of your youth, as Kuroo would put it.

"Ah, I see. To be honest, I didn't think I would also participate in a romantic relationship with anyone this early on. However, Haiba-kun successfully caught my attention. I think it would be a fun experience. Whatever happens, I get to grasp a further understanding of our Russian first year, and I also gain knowledge on the department of... love." You mentioned nonchalantly.

Kuroo, Yaku, and Kai all exchanged knowing looks; Something that screamed: "Are you sure you're not a robot?"

"_____-chan!" Lev's excited voice was heard from outside of the gym. The first years finally arrived, signifying that practice would begin soon.

"Pardon me. Thank you for your time." You bowed politely to the three seniors and walked over to where the first years were leaving their things.

"_____-chan I missed you a lot today! I only got to see you in free period earlier, and that was barely 10 minutes, but you're here now!" Lev was like a puppy. He was bouncing around, showering you with genuine compliments and adorations, his smile reaching the heavens above. Perhaps, if you pat his head, an invisible tail would wag? You considered the idea.

You managed to hold back a smile of your own, only replying with, "Get prepared for practice, Haiba-kun."

"_____-chan, you can call me Lev, you know? Since we are dating and all." The Russian said softly, wanting to get his point across, but not wanting to scare you.

"Maybe next time, Haiba-kun."

When you slipped inside your living room, you couldn't help but let out a few more sobs. There was a Christmas tree left half decorated just beside your television. Cans of tea and red bull were laying just on the feet of the couch. Half-empty and empty packets of chips were on the coffee table. God, you left the living room in such a messy state.

You pulled Lev's enormous (Well, it was enormous on you. But on Lev, it was the perfect size) jacket closer to your body, wishing you could smell his scent instead of the laundry detergent.

Maika wandered into the living room and onto her cat bed, stretching her paws and making herself comfortable before she went to take a nap.

You couldn't help but acknowledge the absolute dumpster fire when you saw yourself in the full body mirror near the entrance of your hallway. You were wearing a pair of fuzzy pajamas, an oversized shirt covered in stains and crumbs, and Lev's Nekoma jacket. Your hair was messy and ruffled, and you looked... pale. Eyes red and swollen, cheeks puffy, but your lips were white. You had never looked so awful before.

"_____-chan, you look amazing as always!" Lev came bounding to you.

"Congratulations on graduating! I'm so proud of you!" He took you in a tight embrace, lifting you up and spinning you around.

"H-Haiba-kun, please put me down!" You squealed, wriggling around in Lev's grip, trying to get away. For a split second, you could've sworn that Lev's face darkened, but you decided to brush it off.

Once your feet touched the ground, you managed to say a short and quiet "Thank you."

"Ah, this is really happening, isn't it?" Lev shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the cherry blossom trees in full bloom.

"Y-Yeah. It will even eventually happen to you too, Haiba-kun. It's the way that life progresses," You knew that you were pathetic at mustering a good enough reply, so you chose to fumble with the hem of your collar.

"Hey, _____-chan, do you love me?" Lev asked, suddenly serious. His gaze was still fixated on the trees above, their branches freely swaying in the wind, a few cherry blossoms fluttering down as the breeze carried them away.

A blush creeped up on your cheeks. Of course you loved him! More than... anything, if you were being honest. More than volleyball, more than red bull, more than anime, but why couldn't you say it?

"Speak up, damn it!" You thought to yourself.

After a few minutes passed, you were still tongue-tied. You hated yourself for not being able to express your feelings. There were already tears in your eyes, but you didn't want to cry in front of Lev; You vowed that you never would.

Lev looked down to see his senior in a low mood. "Don't worry, _____-chan! It's okay if you can't say it yet, I understand." Lev caught a single cherry blossom as it was falling down and tucked it behind your ear, " I'll wait for the day that you can say it back, so for now, I'll say it for the both of us, okay?"

You were embarrassed. You were such an asshole for doing this to Lev. To make up for your lacking skills in communication, you tapped his hand. Curiously, he opened his palm, and you placed a small object on top of it.

Lev's smile contained nothing but pure, concentrated glee.

"Thank you for the button, _____-chan, I will always cherish this. Happy anniversary. I love you so much!"

You found yourself standing at the doorway of your shared bedroom. You longingly stared at the queen-sized bed. The sheets were crisp and the pillows were fluffed. You haven't been sleeping in that bed since Lev left the apartment. It just didn't feel right. There was something about a heavier loneliness whenever you tried to sleep alone in that bed when you were so damn used to having Lev sleep beside you. That's why you've been sleeping on the couch ever since; It's uncomfortable as all hell, yeah, but at least you don't feel a large empty space beside you when you sleep. Maybe a few crumbs here and there, but that was bearable.

You pattered your way back into the living room, where your laptop lay buried under the empty chip packets. You grabbed it from underneath the rubbish and brushed off other residue before plopping down on the couch. You slipped your arms into the sleeves of Lev's jacket and opened up your laptop. You've been neglecting your uni works for the past days because your sadness just didn't allow you to function properly.

Upon entering your passcode, the black background of the loading screen faded into a photo of you and Lev. He was wearing a minnie mouse headband, and you wore the matching mickey mouse one. You were standing in front of sleeping beauty's castle at Tokyo disneyland. You were wearing Lev's gray hoodie, which made it look like you were wearing a really short dress because of how long it was. You were both smiling like idiots, and you recalled that that trip was one of the best of your life. You never usually smiled like that, but because Lev carried you bridal style and kept touching your sides, you couldn't help but squirm and smile in the photo.

Once again, tears were brimming in the corners of your eyes. The stinging pain of heartbreak and regret stabbing you over and over again.

"It's Christmas in five days, _____." Lev popped up from behind you while you were decorating the tree.

"Jeez! Don't scare me like that, I nearly dropped the lights." You replied, calming your racing heart. Was it because of how he scared you, or because of how close he was? Honestly. you couldn't tell.

Lev could only chuckle at this, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He gave you a kiss on the cheek. "You know, my first year at uni has been great so far. Thanks to you and a few of my friends."

"That's great then." You said, tone of voice returning to a monotone one.

"I love you, _____."

You couldn't even recall all the times that you froze up whenever Lev admitted his feelings for you, but add one to whatever number it's at right now.

You could only swallow your saliva and grip the lights tighter. Say it, ______, say it! You kept yelling in your head. Why can't you fucking say it?!

"I knew it." A low laugh was heard from Lev's mouth. His fists were turning white because of how hard he balled them up. His nails were digging into his palm. "Sometimes, I wonder if you even actually love me. But I guess you never did."

You turned your head abruptly. "Haiba, that's-"

Lev let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back. "We've been dating for over three years now and you still call me by my last name. Are you that uncomfortable with me, _____-san?"

You cringed at how he emphasized the honorific following your name, probably trying to prove a point.

"You know that's not true."

"Of course it is!" He snapped. " For god's sake, _____, three years! Three years, and not once have you told me that you love me!"

You were on the brink of crying. No. No, not in front of him. You weren't weak, you weren't going to cry.

"In all those years that we've been together, I have never seen you cry. Not even when we're upset with one another. Are you... that cold-hearted that you don't care or you don't even feel anything? Not even for your own boyfriend?"

Silence.

The words he spat were like venom.

You couldn't speak. Your mouth felt dry and your throat felt like it closed in an instant, like some sort of invisible throat cover just squeezed itself right there, preventing you from speaking.

"I see how it is."

With that, Lev spun on his heel and went to their room. He grabbed a backpack and stuffed it with a couple of shirts, his wallet, his phone, charger, and other necessities. He slipped on the thickest jacket he owned and went straight to the front door.

"Le-"

"Goodbye."

He slammed the door shut.

That was probably the first time that you broke down in years. Who knew that it would be a guy behind your facade fading?

Who knew that Haiba Lev would be the one to make you realize that being strong-willed didn't mean being cold-hearted and nonchalant?

"Stupid Lev." You muttered to yourself, hugging your knees to your chest. Admittedly, his name seemed to roll off your tongue nicely.

You desperately tried to wipe your tears away, but they just kept coming.

"Why do I love you so much?"

"Lev, are you sure you're okay with what you're doing?" Yaku asked the taller male, taking a sip from his beer mug.

"Yaku-san, we've been together for a little over three years. They've never told me that they loves me. Never even cried. I think they're just that stone-hearted," Lev replied, taking a shot of vodka. "Either that or they're a fucking robot."

He fiddled with the necklace around his neck, contemplating whether he was going to pull it off and stomp on it until it broke. The charm attached to his necklace was the button that _____ gave him on back during her graduation day.

"Lev, you better listen to me, and you better listen real fucking good." Yaku's tone of voice was sharp, and it was something that Lev hasn't heard since his years at Nekoma. "You do know that _____ can't express their emotions well, right? They're blunt with everybody, and they're honest. But when it comes to love or romance or feelings that make them happy, you know that they can't show it as easily as you do."

"Yeah, I know." Lev answered quietly.

"But you do know that they love you, right?"

"I don't."

"You're telling me that you've never even felt that they love you?"

Suddenly, Lev's eyes shot open.

"Christ, you're going to catch a cold! Why the hell did you run out in this rain?!"

"Sorry, sorry! I just had to rush here to see you! I missed you soooo much!"

"Get inside and hop in the shower. I'll prepare some warm food for you while you're in there. There's a spare towel in the cupboard above the sink."

"Thank you, _____-chan!"

"Stupid beanpole. I told you to change clothes after practice yesterday, didn't I?"

"Sorry, _____-chan. I totally forgot." He coughed.

"Here, drink this medicine. I'll reheat your porridge and grab you a cold towel for your head. I'll also bring in the assignments that Inuoka gave me."

"You'd be a good wife, _____-chan. My wife, that is." Another cough.

"Shut up and rest before I hit you with this notebook."

"Yes, yes, darling."

"Where were you?! We've been looking for you everywhere!"

"S-Sorry, _____-chan. I saw this cat stuck in a tree and I just had to rescue it!"

"Don't go running off like that! Do you know how worried the team was? How worried I was?! I thought you were gone! Look at how many scratches you have on your arm. You need to go to the infirmary, now."

"I-I'm sorry."

"Just... Don't do it again, please. Always be in my line of sight."

"Yes, _____-sama!"

"Haiba, here's your water bottle."

"Haiba, the forecast said that there might be a downpour in the afternoon. Don't forget to bring an umbrella."

"Haiba, you left your books at the gym. Here. Jeez, don't be so forgetful next time."

"Haiba, here, I bought your favorite meal. Furihata said that you forgot your lunch at home. You can't go hungry."

"Haiba, you're doing well. Your progress report shows continuous growth. I'm proud of you."

"I'm a fucking idiot." Lev said. His emerald green eyes were filled with tears. "Excuse me, I have to go."

With that, he dashed out of the bar, leaving a confused Yaku with a drunk Kuroo passed out behind him.

The former libero could only sight and take a giant gulp of beer.

"Damn right you are."

You were full on crying right now. Approximately 10 minutes before Christmas, and here you were, crying on the couch. Maika had given up on comforting you, but remained by your side as you bawled you eyes out, offering some sort of moral support or assurance that someone was there for you.

However, a few moments passed, and Maika's ears perked up. She jumped down from the couch and made her way to the front door of the apartment. She lightly scratched the door.

"M-Maika, I'm sorry. I know I'm being too loud, I'll pipe down soon." The girl blubbered, blowing into a tissue.

As if on cue, there were multiple knocks on the door.

Fuck's sake.

You didn't even care that you'd be facing whoever is on the other side of the door while looking like this. Your eyes were puffier, the bags under them more prominent. Your nose was a rosy red color, cheeks flushed and tear stains were obvious on them.

"Who the fuck-?"

As soon as you opened the door, a sudden warmth engulfed your body. The familiar fragrance you loved so much flooded your blocked nostrils.

"Le-"

"I'm sorry."

There was silence.

"I'm so sorry for everything that I said, _____. I take all of it back. I know that you love me. Your love language isn't vocal and I should have been more accepting and understanding of that. I may not know your reasons for being the way you are, but I promise you that I accept you wholly. I'm so, so fucking sorry that I left so suddenly. I love you so much. I'm never leaving you again."

Sobs racked through your body. Your form was shaking in Lev's arms. He was surprised. It's the first time he's seen you cry, and it breaks his heart knowing that he's the reason behind it.

"I'm sorry, kitten. Please don't cry anymore."

"Lev," You started, attempting to calm down, and Lev swore his heart stopped beating for a second, "I love you."

For a moment, everything stopped. They could hear the neighbors yelling "Merry Christmas!" in their own units.

"P-Pardon?"

You giggled. "I love you, Lev. I'm really sorry that it took me this long to tell you. I guess I was just scared of telling you how I really felt because... I didn't want you to think that I was cheesy or..."

Lev cut you off with a kiss. It was short and sweet. He could taste red bull and barbecue chips on your lips, and you could taste vodka on his. It was imperfect, but it was yours, and you loved it.

"I love you so much, _____. This is the best Christmas gift I've ever received."

"I love you too, Lev."

"Come on, let's get inside. I bought some takeout for us to eat." He easily lifted you up with one arm and grabbed the plastic bag of takeout with his free hand.

"Yeah, about that," You buried your face in his neck, "I'm sorry."

"We'll... Clean up tomorrow." He chuckled, looking at the messy state your living room was in. "We'll eat in our room, okay? Why don't you get cleaned up first, and I'll prepare the things we need." He placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Alright, Lev." You replied, "Sorry for causing a lot of trouble."

"Don't be sorry, malishka. We're fine now, okay? We have each other and we understand each other better now." He set you in front of the bathroom. "Now, go ahead and shower! I'll get a fresh set of clothes for you and leave them out here."

"Thank you, Lyovochka." You grinned, using Alisa's nickname for him.

"Anytime, babe." Lev turned around to go to the bedroom until,

"Hey, Lev?" You showed your head out of the bathroom door.

"Yes, _____?"

"I love you!"

The, the door was slammed shut.

"_____, you're too cute!" Lev had to use every strand of will power he had to not faint on the spot.

Who knew that his kuudere partner was such a huge softie?

Maola mewled and rubbed her head against Lev's leg.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Maika."

#lev haiba #haiba lev #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #lev haiba x reader #haiba lev x reader #lev x reader #kuudere

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hamburgerhelpersotherhand · 4 years

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Could you do a journalist female reader x Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson (DBD Ghostface) that worked with him at the Roseville Gazette with him and is stubborn; always looking for a good story. She followed him to the Entity’s realm as a survivor.

If anyone ever wants to play dbd w me hmu 😳💝

Sorry it’s a little short, I wanted to avoid describing gameplay and summarizing lore lmao

Warnings: Mentions of death.

You would have never guessed that Roseville would end up with its very own serial killer— well, nobody did. But sure enough, people were found butchered in their homes with little to no evidence to point out a suspect.

Jed Olsen, a coworker of yours, decided to give the Roseville murderer a title. It’s never sat right with you. The Ghost Face is not a name you give a serial killer. It’s too fantastical, too unrealistic. It should’ve been the first red flag.

Jed had been working a month before you joined the team. He was very social, kept up appearances, and he truly did come off as a genuinely nice person. But his articles were always of the more gruesome variety. When he had been assigned to write about the recent murders, his columns began to flow like ghost stories.

At this point, he had been gone for a couple days. On his desk sat a note.

"I hope you liked my stories--I enjoyed bringing them to life. Don't worry, I'm not done."

–Jed Olsen

A couple hours later, Roseville law enforcement took it in as evidence.

It was shocking to everybody in the office, but you had this feeling in your gut that, just as stated in his final note, he wasn’t finished.

During the day, you nearly felt perfectly fine. It was almost relieving to know he was long gone, but terrifying to have known someone so horrible and feel so blind to it. You eventually wrote about the whole ordeal, hoping this would put some Roseville families at ease.

But, at night, you couldn’t sleep. When you did manage to succumb to it, you dreamt wildly. Your eyes moved under your lids and your body shook. You’d always wake up in a sweat, fearful of what waits for your eyes to shut.

On a particularl night, lit up by the bright moon, you fell asleep almost immediately.

A chilled breeze brushed by you, the smell of pine wafting through the air, the crunching of leaves, the eerie whispers— hold on a second.

You bolt upright, your head whipping as you try to take in your surroundings. You didn’t perceive any of this as a dream, but you were caught off guard by finding yourself in the middle of the woods.

You stand quickly, catching yourself on a tree.

As the fog moves, you catch an oddly familiar silhouette standing in front of you. It’s back faces you as your eyes stare widely, trying to take in any details of its attire in such dense fog.

“Hello?” You say, your voice little and nearly inaudible.

At the sound of your greeting, it’s head snaps in your direction and your blood runs cold in your veins.

The white mask of the Roseville killer stands out with the darkness of the trees, staring with interest as he recognizes you with a tilt of his head.

#dead by daylight #slasher x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #jed olsen #ask #request

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korpuskat · 4 years

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Start Game [Tomura Shigaraki/Reader] - Part 4

[Ao3 Mirror] Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,817 Summary: Things don't always go as planned in new relationships... and finding out that he's a murder and leader of a terrorist group certainly isn't the plan. Contains DFAB but gender neutral reader; handjob, blowjob, vaginal sex

So, I had a really bad night so instead of doing Kinktober 8, here’s the final chapter of Start Game that I was sitting on. pls hmu if you see errors, I’m really tired dkjfddhgdgkjs

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In the end, you knew nothing about him.

Memories sit like a rock in your stomach. It felt so obvious now- plain as day. Half your screen lit up with your chat log- days worth of conversations laid bare, the words making your chest ache. How could you be so stupid? He’d warned you about it. That he was a stranger. Just some guy you'd hang out with, play games with- the center of your little innocent, stupid daydreams. That's all it was supposed to be.

The other half of your screen is covered with a still image, a photo grabbed from a news cast pasted onto a tips wanted hotline. Every cell in your body has gone cold as ice, frozen as the image. In the chat window, tiny text appears below the log: dust2dust is typing...

It was true. You knew nothing about him after all.

You didn’t reply to him, fully aware you’d left him on read.

You’ve never done that before. Always, always you’d reply as soon as you saw his message, all too eager to talk with him, spend time with him. But then, he’d never been quite so forward. It was always about gaming, about hanging out- to be so transparent about it now…

dust2dust: are u free tonite

Your stomach churns, sickness rising in your throat- tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. They bubble over, blur your vision and wipe away the image of a man standing on a rooftop, his hair whipping around his face. Maybe you could believe it was someone else, the strange mask he wore obscured Tomura’s recognizable skin and scars, the image too far out of focus to tell his eye color, even the darkness had left his hair more gray-colored than anything. But beneath the long black shirt sleeves, bandages peaked out, uneven. His right hand, his left wrist.

The tip hotline poster sealed it all together. Shigaraki. The man in connection to the Hosu City incident and the attack on U.A. prior and, oh. The bandages. Shigaraki had been shot, hadn’t he? That’s what the article you’d dug up before said.

A villain. He’s a villain! You’ve been hanging out with him- he could’ve killed you!

You curl up on your bed, tug your blanket tight around your shoulders. Your phone is solid under your fingers- the number pad staring back at you. You could get him caught. You could stop him from hurting anyone else…. It would be so easy! All you had to do was dial the number, to just... push the buttons. That's all.

You squeeze your phone in your hand- and your thumb is stiff, aching- just push the button, just tap the screen- that's all it would take. Why is it so hard? You could prevent the next attack, could make the world a little safer, to be a hero-

So why can't you do it?

Ding! You flinch, close your eyes- will yourself to look away from the screen. You don't need to see the chatbox flashing, don't need to see the new message sitting on the screen-- but with the client open, he'll get the read notification just the same. You just... walked away from the computer is all. It's just that innocent, that easy- to pretend you aren't aching to talk to him. That it's an honest mistake and not your desperate attempt to keep your head together.

The notification rolls in on your phone- a banner dropping down over the screen: New message from dust2dust.

Finally, your thumb moves. A single tap- and the mobile app opens up, your chat log spreading out.

dust2dust: u there

All you want in the entire world is to say yes, to ask what game he had planned tonight. To lose yourself in whatever colorful world was his interest tonight- maybe he'd want to visit your Animal Crossing island again. But that is wrong… isn’t it?

Between a rock and a hard place- you can't turn him in and you can't go back. There's no good answer to this, no way to pretend you didn't know why he wore those gloves now. No way to pretend he hadn't put those hands on you- in you. And... you can't avoid him forever.

You fingers shake as they touch the screen, tap on the keyboard where they could not meet the number pad. I know.

The response is immediate.

dust2dust: Know what?

You sniffle, wipe your face. You're over the precipice, there's no going back.

Shigaraki.

The cursor blinks in the text box. dust2dust is typing... appears and is gone within seconds. Nothingness. The green circle beside his icon remains lit, his status online.

You rub at your face and struggle to type out:

I won’t tell anyone. I promise.

The words sound true; you couldn’t even work up the nerve to call the hotline. Turning him in… somehow feels scarier than messaging him. Talking to him.

You watch, wait for the typing notification, but it doesn’t come. All that changes is the green circle beside his name turns gray, the status below his username updates: offline. last seen one second ago.

A coldness lances through your chest, a pain far worse than before.

You spend the next day waiting. Maybe for death, maybe for Steam to give you a friendly little pop-up, dust2dust is playing… and maybe you’d join him. Like nothing had changed, you’d join his party, he’d admonish you for being late, give you that quiet, warm praise when you solo a monster.

But it doesn’t. When desperation for fresh air drives you out the door, you expect a man in a black hoodie waiting for you. Maybe to talk, maybe to so easily lay his hand on you, just to be sure you won’t speak of him.

He isn’t there. He doesn’t lurk around every corner, doesn’t come online- you check. Every time your phone buzzes your heart swells, and every time it’s not him. The status on his profile ticks upwards without fail, no matter how often you open the chat and want to find the right words.

It’s worse than you imagined, the loneliness. Your once real friend and oh, of course! Of course you’d have the sense to befriend Japan’s Most Wanted. No matter how much you remind yourself, it doesn’t change the icy pit in your stomach. It’s not dread, it’s not fear.

Because as much as you think about him appearing and exacting his vengeance for you knowing too much- he could’ve done it before. He took you to his home, touched you, let you sleep beside him- he could’ve killed you through any of that. Instead he was careful, wore gloves. Opened up, just the tiniest bit. He could’ve killed you and he didn’t. Could’ve shown up at your door— could’ve destroyed the whole building.

He didn’t.

And that makes the pain sharper, more acute. A horrible ache has taken root in your chest and won’t go away.

It’s a terrible makeshift metric for goodness: that he didn’t harm you when he could have. But that has to mean something, doesn it? All the time he’s spent with you… that can’t be nothing. He risked exposure to be near you- and thus far has not left you in the dust.

Offline. last seen one day ago.

It has to mean something, it has to. That’s what you tell yourself as you slip through your apps. In your internet tabs there’s one that catches your eye. A map, a google search for restaurants near me with a bright red pin stuck into a satellite image.

It has to mean something.

You repeat that mantra over and over, even as you step off an unfamiliar metro line. It can’t be for nothing, can it? You walk, follow the directions back to your pinned location. The weeks spent talking and gaming even before he’d laid hands on you, when you still looked at him with star-struck eyes and a naivety that must’ve lasted longer than you thought.

He has to be busy. Can’t spend all his time in the arcade, being prickly and antisocial to everyone but you. That has to mean something.

You stumble through darkened streets- your journey having taken much longer than expected with your shaking legs and three separate breakdowns to consider if you were completely batshit.

The tiny distance calculator counts down as you walk and that might be the only thing keeping you sane. A nice little number to watch tick by as you approach a run-down section of the city. Sure enough, you end up outside a characterless building. It doesn't look right- where you had been was certainly somewhere lived-in, his possessions covering the shelves. But then, wouldn't a more nondescript building be more suitable?

You bite your lip, stand before the building in question. Your hand shakes as you approach- a broken BAR sign flickers once in the window. This is such a terrible idea, your worst, really. Bad enough to befriend a villain, but to go back? Maybe you should take a fourth break to debate if you've really lost it. There’s no turning back.

You reach out, fingertips brush against the door- it’s ripped open.

“Whatever, I’m-“ A man’s silhouette blocks most of the doorway, his face cast in shadow, backlit by the soft yellow of the would-be bar’s interior. He stops, looks down at you- and your bravery plummets to your toes. He glares at you with narrowed eyes ringed by heavy scars and facial piercings. “Who’re you?”

Your voice dries up- the reality of it all setting in too fast. “Oi, what’s-” Your attention snaps from the scarred man’s face to just over his right shoulder.

He looks just like he did in the press release: a terrible white hand grabbing his face, obscuring everything except one bright red eye. An eye staring you down, opened impossibly wide, pupil blown full, eclipsing the red of his iris till only a sliver remains. But it's him and the relief that washes over you makes it feels like years since you last saw him, not simply a day and a half.

The scarred man looks over his shoulder towards Tomura, raises one eyebrow- but Tomura doesn't even see him. Doesn't acknowledge him at all, doesn't see anything except your face.

"Oh, so this is your problem." The man huffs, shoulders past you.

And with him gone, all that is left is an unobstructed view into the bar, of Tomura Shigaraki, wanted villain, easing himself off a bar stool. He moves slow, but you watch his fists clench and release over and over, long, slender fingers drawing invisible lines in the air in a motion you've become all too familiar with.

Your hands shake, but you step through the threshold just the same. The door closing behind you is only faintly alarming, but with every sense attuned to the man before you, you don't have much thought to spare. He steps towards you, just one foot the first time- a test, a measurement- and though you cower, you don’t run.

That’s all he needs to know.

He’s on you- you hadn’t even seen him move. No more than a blur of black and the gray of the bloodless hand- and you’d think by now having him pressed up on you wouldn’t make your heart stutter in your chest. It does, though. But this time, this time you know the danger of his touch- of three fingers and a thumb curled over your throat.

“How did you get here?” He hisses, the threat of his hand has spread to his throat, the one eye now only half-visible under the misplaced fluff of his hair.

His hand eases off your windpipe just enough for your voice to eke by. “Phone saved the location.”

It feels wrong to speak of your almost normal date with the violence in his eyes. "Why are you here? Playing bait for the heroes?"

"No," You shake your head, your chin rubbing along the inside line of his hand. "No, I swear. I didn't tell anyone."

"Then why?" His eye narrows down to a slit, the damaged skin there folding in tight.

Your tongue wets your lips, your mouth parted as though that would make the words come easier. "I don't know." It's true; you knew coming here was crazy. "I... I missed you."

Even from behind the hand, you hear the hitch in his breathing. His eyelid lifts, rage giving way to something else. He stares at you, hardly moves but the gears turn in his head, "You're lying."

Tomura's wrist is cool under your fingertips- his pulse jumps as you touch him. It's not a plea for him to get off you, your hand not tight around his wrist- it's hardly more than a brush of your skin against his. "I..." Shame makes you look down to his feet, the same red sneakers you've come to love on his feet. "I didn't know what to say when... when I figured it out. I was scared." His grip shifts, as though confirming that you should be- "But... then I kept checking my phone. Waiting for you to message me. But I... I knew you wouldn't and... I couldn't find the right words. I thought maybe being here would be easier..."

"Is it?"

It's so disarming, so honest, you struggle to catch your breath. "Can I see you? I mean, could you...?"

Tomura waits a moment, but he does it nonetheless. His right hand never leaves your throat as he grasps the preserved palm with three fingers, drawing it away from his face. Your heart races- and from the twitch of his thumb over your jugular, you think he notices too. It's still him, of course- brow creased even more than usual, eyes tightened around the corners as he judges you.

"Tomura," You breathe, more sure. His face twitches, something just beneath the surface dying to break free. Still smothered beneath his suspicion. "I missed you. You're... the only person I really have and when I thought of never being able to talk with you again or- or touch you," You feel your cheeks heat, shame driving your gaze back down. "I couldn't stand it."

His breath shakes, his eyes like blood dart across your face, searching for something there. You're trembling so hard- anxiety and adrenaline rushing together in one awful slurry- you hardly even recognize that his hand is trembling too, his last finger twitching to come down and end it. It's not his finger that touches you.

All at once you think back to him standing beside you in the arcade, laying next to you in his bed: his hand on your skin, his breath warm across your face- he lingers there, eyes spread wide in something you dare not name. Not until he decides- and surges forward, presses himself to you completely, angling himself to find every inch of your body he can against his; his long legs set just inside yours, his thin torso leaves you hardly any room to breathe, his free hand raising to grab the side of your face- and with a burning need, he devours you. With lips and teeth and the tips of his fingers digging deep into your flesh, leaving eight bruises behind- and when his mouth drifts from yours, down onto your neck more bruises follow.

His tongue is hot and wet, laves a humid streak up from collar bone to jaw, leaves you shuddering and digging your fingers into his hair with a plea of "Tomura,"

"I knew it." He says, half laughs against your throat. The skin there tingles with the latent pressure of his hand, the threat that never came to fruition- then sparks as he kisses, messy and too wet, nipping freely, littering your skin with marks until you're panting. "I knew you meant it, that you're mine."

The word makes your knees weak, an airy moan escaping from your lips- which only fuels him to keep going. "You- you want to touch me?" The giddiness is back, an ecstatic trill in his voice, a shiver wracking down his body- all the way to the tips of his fingers that catch your wrists. "Then go on, touch me." He doesn't actually give you a choice, he shoves your hands against him, forces your palms up against the firm bulge in his pants.

Shock makes you tug against his hands for a moment- and for one agonizing second, Tomura's face falls. His too-wide grin- the one that puts you right back against the wall in that dim hallway- slips from its upturned joy. And then you touch him. Even with his demanding control, it's different when you actually do it: your fingers curving around the shape of him, feel his weight through the cloth. His breath catches and though you're sure it feels good, the twitch of his brow into something almost like surprise- just a flash of emotion before dissolving back into that thrilling, dangerous smile- has you thinking it's something else.

You palm at him and his hands loosen, lets you explore. A squeeze makes him grunt, and you take that as a good sign. Your best attempt to stroke him through his pants has his hips pushing into your hands. Though you need to bite your lip to keep yourself grounded, the loose, stuttering jerks of his hips give you enough courage to do more. Tomura stares at you, point-blank, inches from your face as your fingers quiver but dip below the waist of his pants.

The grin widens and nervousness makes your breaths come in quick- but when have you been able to say no to him? You push his pants down- and his cock bobs free, just as you had imagined how it looked when he was grinding on you: long and pale, the head a blushing pink, half-exposed, peeking out from under his foreskin. It's practically radiating warmth and throbs as you hesitantly wrap your fingers around him properly for the first time.

You just hold him for a moment, stumbling over what you should do- and his hand finds your wrist again. You welcome the help; he's not shy about what he wants you to do. He curls your fingers in tighter, tighter- until you'd be worried you were hurting him if he wasn't currently fucking your hand, half the motion coming from his grasp on your wrist, half from his hips. It's rough, the skin of your palm dragging against his cock, your strokes unlubricated except for the sweat of your palms and the first drips of precum that squeezes out each time your thumb and index finger squeeze up around the head. On the downstroke, the thin hood of skin slides back, fully reveals the pink skin beneath.

"You're doing so good," Tomura's voice is husky, rasping next to your ear. His gaze flits between your hands on his cock and your face, watching as your expression evolves- lingering when you lick your lips.

"Wait," You work against his grip to still your hand. Tomura whines, ruts once against your palm, fingers twitching as he tries to control himself. There's a question in his eyes, one you soothe with your free hand touching his side, then with words. "I want to... try something." His brow twists, one eye narrowing- until you're bending your knees. In the meager space he's left between himself and the wall, you slide down. His breathing hitches and something wild passes over his face.

You touch his legs, still covered in his dark pants. Beneath, his thighs are slender, but solid. One hand slides into your hair, bitten-short nails scratching at your scalp- spark a shudder that jumps down each vertebra, prompts you to look up at him. With his hand in your hair, you follow the long, thin line of his arm to his face. From below, he's menacing, face completely cast in shadow, his hair now framing the damaged and ruined skin of his features instead of obscuring them. Just like this, you're one finger away from a death too many people have seen. Maybe you should be concerned on why, exactly, that makes your mouth water.

His fingers- all except the littlest- press down at the top of your head, bring your mind back to the matter at hand. What you had wanted to try.

It's different being level with his cock. Before it was intimidating, something new and unfamiliar- but at least you had Tomura's hand to guide you... or really hold you still so he could use your hand. And that was good, amazing, even- to hear his panting up close and feel him, really feel him as he throbbed in your palm. But you worked up the courage to come here, you made some kind of horrible realization about your own desires in this world and you want to follow that thrilling conclusion to its end before common sense can catch up to the adrenaline.

Down here, with your thumbs sliding up beyond the hem of his pants, stroking at the expanse of pale, smooth skin of his thighs- barely dusted with hair so thin and pale it looks white, it's different. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, foreskin eased back into half-covering the head, a shiny bead of precum glistens at the slit. You touch him, squeeze just how he showed you- and feel the thick vein on the underside pulse hard beneath the pad of your thumb. You resist the urge to swallow, instead opening your mouth and easing out your tongue.

The first lick makes his cock twitch, though you think it's more the sight of you on your knees than the actual sensation. The taste is not quite what you expect; a single bead of precum and that which has smeared is not the bitterness you expected. It's mostly watery, a faint tinge of sweetness that settles in the middle of your tongue, soaks in deep. The next lick is less timid, more adventurous. You press the meat of your tongue up against the underside and stroke upwards, feel his pulse quicken. As you reach the tip, his hips twitch.

This time, you ease him into your mouth- and a wonderful little muttering of "Fuck." that goes straight to your clit. His fingers slide back from the top of your head, down to curl around the back of your skull. He gives you another guiding push, urges you to slide down his length a little more. It's something you can do- it's easy when he's the one talking you into it. And the praise that follows- "That's it, that's right,"- makes you shiver, makes you shift impatiently and try to swallow him down.

You bob easily, your hand covering what your mouth can't, each stroke smooth and slick with the saliva that slips from your lips. Each sound he makes is a badge of honor and you chase them without shame- Tomura's half lidded eyes and lopsided smile is all the sign you need to know he's thrilled with your attempts. Like building a catalog, a reference- trying anything you can think of and waiting for his noises, measuring your success with impatient thrusts and broken-off sighs, choked-down whines.

You sink down on him until your lips meet the sides of your fingers and you have to lay your hand against him, fingers pushing into the mess of pale hair along the base. Your jaw aches, but you want to try- want to swallow him down, to make him lose himself to your mouth just as you'd done to him. His cock touches the back of your tongue and saliva wells up around him- half an inch further and he brushes the back of your throat; you choke.

Your throat spasms, a wet noise escaping from your lips- you struggle to cough around his cock, feel shame rise in your cheeks as you try to pull away- and are stopped by Tomura's hands at the back of your neck, by his voice.

"Oh, fuck yes." He's staring down at you, blood of his iris completely lost to the black of his pupil. He pushes at your head, urges you back down. "Do that again."

Embarrassment washes away, leaves you wide-eyed, something like pride welling up instead. The head of his cock still on your tongue, you play with it for a moment. Breathes even and slow through your nose as you lick at his foreskin, slip your tongue in between. That earns you a sharp intake, so you swirl your tongue around the head, let the almost sweet taste of his precum coat your mouth until you're finally ready to try again.

He touches the back of your tongue and again your mouth floods in response, spit leaking from your lips to cling to his cock and drip over your chin. A deep breath and you do your best to flatten out of your tongue, let him slide in- it's not so severe this time. Like the itch in your throat before a cough, trying to suppress that urge makes your eyes water, so you squeeze them closed. You take him a little deeper- and Tomura moans as your throat constricts around him again; his hands keep you still as you instinctively struggle.

Your nails bite into his thighs, but the warning goes unheeded, utterly ignored as his hips rock, forcing his cock further into your throat. Protests muffled in your throat, but from the way Tomura's eyes roll back, you're not sure he even understands.

"Here, here," He says, one hand catching your chin with three fingers. He draws your chin up, tilting your head back- and the pressure in your throat eases. Breathing through your nose, catching your breath, you again find yourself staring up at him. With careful fingers, he brushes a loose hair from your face- and ghosts his thumb just below your eye where the gaging has made them water. He hesitates there, can't find the words for what he wants to ask. He doesn't have to. It's awkward to nod with his cock still in your mouth, halfway down your throat, but you do your best anyway.

With his hands returning to their place at the base of your skull, you resume. With the new angle, it's easier to take him in. Even if you do have to pause to choke, your own will keeps your hands at the backs of his thighs, keeping him from pulling away from you. Tomura loves every second of it, watches you from above with rapt eyes, keeps your hair out of the way so he can watch his cock disappear further and further into your body. You're doing so well, you look so good, he wants to tell you, but every real word has left his head, leaving him drooling and panting and he wants more

The tightening of his fingers into your hair is the only real warning you get. First, an easy stuttering of his hips, the same little motion that he's tried to suppress before- it makes you choke again, but you know he likes it- and perhaps you do too, feeling wetness well up in your eyes at the pressure in your throat, how your head feels light and empty as you struggle to breathe around him. But usually he gives you a moment to compose yourself- not this time. He whines and through tear-blurred eyes his face contorts in pleasure- his hips thrust again. You sputter, relax your jaw, and let him.

Each stroke makes your throat ache, itch as you fight the coughing fits that build up in your chest, but his next thrust has your nose brushing that tangled mess of hair. His scent, the musk of sweat and arousal fills your nose- and while Tomura greedily fucks your throat, one of your hands falls between your legs, rubs hard against your clit. The long-needed pressure makes you moan- and the vibration of your voice has him rambling, words too half-formed, too broken up by high-pitched, heady noises, too buried under the slick noise of his cock in your mouth for you to piece anything together except:

"Cum- ah!- gon' cum- I- oh," He breaks off again- his teeth sinking into his lower lip. You hold onto the back of his thigh- let him use your mouth until he's gasping, fingers twisting hard into your hair. His cock throbs on your tongue- and with his next thrust, sharp bitterness fills your mouth. With how Tomura moans above you, his brow drawn in high and tight, mouth hanging open, his cracked lips burning bright pink with his teeth's abuse, you couldn't begin to imagine not loving it.

He pulls you in close and you gag again, closer, closer until your nose is buried in those short hairs. Tomura's head falls backwards and all you can see past the black of his shirt is the long column of his neck and red, scratched skin there. This deep you struggle to breathe, to pull in enough oxygen around his cock, but the little dying whimpers of him riding out his orgasm is all that matters in the world right now. He pulls back before blackness can eat at your vision-

and for a moment, Tomura stares at you with such wonder in his eyes. His hands leaving your hair to grab the sides of your face, tilting your head so he can look at you. You can't imagine you look good, covered in tears and spit from gagging, but he runs his thumb along your lip all the same. He pulls you up by your jaw and you have to claw your way up his clothes to keep pace, near falling with your legs half-asleep- his mouth crashes onto yours. His kiss makes you lightheaded in a way even his dick could not, leaves your head spinning as you hold onto his shoulders for dear life.

His legs move, stepping backwards, but his arms give you no choice but to stumble along with him, half-dragging you as he goes. "Good, so good, perfect," He praises between kisses, "My perfect little pet," Another barrage of kisses, so fast and haphazard you can't begin to reciprocate before he's breaking away again. "You'd like that, right? To stay here and be mine." You try to say yes, yes but he's back on you, drawing your lip into his mouth and sucking too hard; all that comes out instead is a high-pitched whimper. You don't even realize where he's taking you until he's pushing backwards through the purple curtains into that dark hallway beyond. He fumbles behind him with one hand until he finds the doorknob.

The lighting is no better than before, a paused game screen lighting up the room in harsh blue light. He doesn't give you long enough to take it in. The room spins as he moves you like a doll, turning you around and shoving you back against his bed. Your knees catch on it and you fall back- and Tomura is back on you in seconds.

This time, he bypasses your mouth, lips latching onto your neck while his hands shove your shirt up and up until he can grope at your chest. Pain shoots from your neck at the harshness of his bite, his teeth sawing into your flesh in desperation to mark you, to force more noises from your mouth- while he catches your nipples between thumb and finger. Whatever had been holding him back before is gone now- he's rough, unhinged, twisting and tweaking at your chest, pulling on your nipples until your chest has to arch with him to assuage the pain. His mouth pops off your throat, breath ghosting over the wet, aching spot he's left behind before he finds another spot closer to your collarbone.

This hands, too, move along. The minimal patience he had for your shirt is lost on your pants; his fingers twist into the fabric and you're gasping for a reason other than his ruinous mouth. Cool air greets your heated skin- and his fingertips push between your outer lips. Tomura immediately detaches from your neck, a long trail of saliva hanging between his lips and your skin as he rears back at his fingers. You already know what he sees; the warmth has been building between your legs for far too long, the ecstasy of letting him use your throat, of listening to him lose himself in you- it hasn't been without effect on you. A single huff of laughter and he's back over you, teeth nipping at your earlobe as he taunts you. "This wet already? You're so dirty," He kisses over the still stinging mark he left, "I knew you liked things that were wrong."

His fingers slip through your slick, dragging it up to your clit. He swirls the pads of his fingers around it, fans the flames in your belly until you're squirming, begging into the darkened room, "Please, please,"

"That's right," He sighs, giddiness still making his voice light and airy, "You want me, don't you? Need me?" You can only whimper and nod, chase his fingers with your hips. "That's alright, I'll take care of you."

He shifts just enough to shove his own pants off his thighs and kick them off- and his left hand holds your thighs open as he settles between them. With his right, he grabs the base of his shaft- and you can't suppress a whimper as the head of his cock slots between your plump lips. He nudges against your entrance, teases your tight hole- before letting it slide through your arousal, coating the underside and rubbing against your clit. The head, fully revealed, peaks up between your legs as you look down- and it dawns on you that yes, this is really going to happen. He's going to be inside you-

And Tomura grins, leans in close to your face until you could trace every scar, even line across his face. As elated as he looks, his voice holds a dark sincerity. "I'm going to destroy you."

It's a promise and he delivers. He pushes into you- wetness eases his way, but he hadn't even stretched you. The head makes you pussy ache, sting around his girth, but he doesn't stop there. He breaks you open, cleaves his way deeper, forces your tight cunt to bend to his will and you do. Your body flutters, strains to accommodate his desires until he's buried inside you completely. Your thighs shake, tremble with the desire to latch around his waist and keep him still- but his hands are already settling just behind the bend of your knee.

"I told you," He says, pushing on your legs until you're bending in half, knees nearly meeting your shoulders. Above you, he consumes your vision, your world. Everything you've ever known fading away in favor of Tomura's scarred face and the way his hair sways when he moves. "You'd like it like this."

And Tomura plants his feet and thrusts. One stroke and your hands are scrambling over his sheets. He drives into you with reckless abandon- any finesse he might've had lost in your soft, pliant, heat. It doesn't matter. The extreme angle has his cock pushing in deep, touching all those new, sensitive places you've never found before. Every motion has him filling you up to bursting, the stretch making your body sing around him until unintelligible noises fall from your lips.

It's too much all at once; his cock is redefining your life, stroking each nerve into a new awareness while he's so close you can nearly kiss him, yet just inches too far, leaving you only able to stare at Tomura's features in rapt wonder. His gaze has long since become lust-hazed, his teeth sinking once more into his lower lip in a feeble attempt to stay quiet- but in reality it does nothing to stop the feral grunts that come in time with his cock pounding at your cervix. Worst of all is the arrhythmic stroking against one sensitive patch of your front wall that makes your entire pussy tingle and spark to life, driven so close to the peak you can't quite reach.

"Tomura," You can barely breathe, each punctuation of his hips knocking the air from your lungs. He doesn't respond, doesn't acknowledge you at all, opting to lower his head and pant against your chest. The heat makes sweat gather, your skin prickle- your arms waver, weak and near lifeless as you reach for his wrists.

"Tomura," repetition makes awareness filter back into his eyes. He stares at you from under the undulating wave of his hair, stray, sweaty strands sticking to his forehead in a wild fringe. "Please," The word barely makes it past your lips as another brutal punch of his hips has your eyes rolling.

"Tell me." His grasp on your legs tightens, digs in until you know bruises color your skin.

"Touch me."

Tomura's breath catches, his hips stutter as that dangerous spark returns to his eyes. He doesn't look away, holds your gaze as his right hand slides from your leg to your belly. With the rest of his fingers curled into a tight fist, the side of his thumb finds your clit. He doesn't even have to move it; each thrust makes your body sway with him, rubbing in time with his cock.

It's immediate- the tightly-wound arousal that's been aching in your belly flares, sparks finally catching in ignition. He keep fucking you, driving your high up and up until you can't stand it, hands grabbing at his arms just to have something to hold on to, something too desperate to be human escaping from your lips- until your mouth falls open and everything comes crashing down. The dam breaks; pleasure flooding out your need, cascading through your body, whiting out everything that isn't his touch, his voice, his cock- and you're arching, twitching, your cunt clenching around him as your clit throbs with his never-ending thrusts.

It's too much, watching you cum, feeling your walls contract around him until you're so tight he can't move and it hurts, your cunt milking him for everything he has and he drives into you until he can't anymore just to see how your legs and fingers twitch in overstimulation. He gives no thought to the way he's drooling mindlessly, how tightly he's gripping your leg- he cares only for the hot, wet sleeve of your pussy and the way your eyes have rolled back because of him.

Tomura cums so hard he shakes, sees stars- his cock kisses your cervix as he fills you, forever marks your pussy as his. His injured arms don't last much longer, but even with how his world goes fuzzy, he's careful with his hands, pulls each finger into cautious fists. Your legs ache from being bent for too long, falling down to rest on either side of his slender hips. Sweat dampens your chest, but he doesn't mind, rests the side of his face there, breathes hot air into the divot of your breastbone.

Your arms fight you, want to lay boneless where they landed, but with several movements that make you feel more like a loose marionette than a human, you find Tomura's back. One hand slides under the wide, loose collar to find the bandages there, the other cups the base of his skull where sweat has dampened the short hairs there that curl wildly.

The stale, unmoving air takes too long to help you cool down- fluids drying on your skin making you itch, feel disgusting-- but the weight of Tomura's head on your chest and his slow, even breaths keeps you anchored in place. But even Tomura must feel uncomfortable because he soon stirs, tipping his head to lay lazy, open-mouthed kisses across your chest. Another movement has you hissing- his hips shifting as his softened cock slips free- and so does the gush of fluids that run over the curve of your ass, pool onto the sheets.

Tomura doesn't even notice, lifting his head to meet your eyes again. In the blue light of his screens, you can make out how his pupils have released their stranglehold over his irises- which in the lighting look purple. Muscles feeling a little more human, you touch the side of his face- and speak the words you've been dreading. "What now?"

He blinks, slow and easy, catlike. When his lips part to speak, they stick together. "We never did play another game of Cloud Seven." And his mouth spreads into a grin- just soft enough, just rounded enough to perhaps be happiness.

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HYEYOUNG x JOHNNY

hyonny best couple i don’t make the rules i just enforce them

(yes i know this is a shit edit but this was requested and im excited so THIS IS FOR YOU ANON ILY)

PLEASE lmk what you think!! if u ever have any questions about them (or any of the ocs or reqs) i encourage you to send me asks! thank u loves, enjoy!!❣️

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THE BEGINNING:

hyeyoung met johnny in 2017, a bit after he debuted in 127

he came around the training center, since he had trained for so long and had friends there

he also liked to meet new trainees! he’s a super kind guy, he wants to try to be support for them, since he trained for So Long

when he first saw her he thought she was gorgeous

and vice versa, yknow. she was shy because he was a Debuted Idol AND a Handsome Man

yeah they both found each other attractive and that was. about it yknow? for a while

THEN in 2019, rumor was that hyeyoung would join an nct female unit

she was already friends with mila and lily, having trained with mila, and lily was friendly with trainees

but she started talking to the guys more, meeting them properly and getting used to them

and johnny was so .. you know how he is

she fell really quick tbh

lily noticed this QUICKLY and did what she could to make them interact and she THOUGHT she is what got them together

but johnny was texting her on the low .. he loved her the minute he had his first conversation (in person) with her

THE ~TALKING~ STAGE:

johnny is a Romantic™️ and we all know it

so this man COURTED her like a damn maiden

hyeyoung, evie, and gem: *arrive at the siren dorms and open the door*

hyeyoung, evie, and gem: ...

evie: hyeyoung who sent you twenty vases of roses

no that IS NOT A JOKE

literally an old movie romance, complete with the yearning and such

he always texted her good morning and good night

sent her coffee or tea on the low while she was training

“hello beautiful”

hyeyoung was lovestruck. she felt able to actually talk to him after a bit, and it was so easy for her to trust and feel close to him

she got shy when he did big gestures or sweet things- but it was making her fall HARD

and johnny? well he wasn’t MUCH better just more composed outwardly

our smooth, flirty bastard john ..

would absolutely GUSH about her to the members. smiling like an IDIOT at his phone

once lily said she couldn’t hang out because hye wasn’t feeling good and johnny’s heart DROPPED he didn’t know what to do

come to think of it he hasn’t gotten a text from her in a while :((

didnt she say she hadn’t had pizza lately?

and that’s how johnny ended up at the trainee girls’ dorm at 11pm with a pizza. and the dark chocolate she liked.

he watched a movie in hyeyoung’s room with her ALONE and she leaned into his side so

tbh it wasn’t a bad night

HOW HYONNY BECAME OFFICIAL:

hyeyoung was fr wondering if this would be anything

she was thinking about her career, yeah, but her heart YEARNED for him. she was falling in love with everything about him

she didn’t need the grand gestures, she just needed him

and, it probably goes without saying, but so did johnny

he stopped by her practice room with evie and gem one day

he had just finished his own practice and called hye closer to the door of the practice room she was in with the girls

cue lily practically shaking with excitement

“i don’t think this will seem out of the blue... do you wanna get dinner, sometime? as an actual date this time”

the smile she gave him nearly made poor john’s heart stop

“i thought you’d never ask” she responded, stepping on her tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek

CHEESY SMILE until jaehyun pulls him away

“howd it go, romeo?”

then they heard the girls squealing audibly and talking at the speed of light

“oh no big deal. just the most beautiful amazing woman on the planet likes me back”

NOW KITH:

the first date was literally later that night, in hyeyoung’s room, with takeout and the nicest red wine johnny could find

tbh he couldn’t wait and she was free that night

“keep the door unlocked!” - evie

the two just talked and laughed and the movie on the background was ignored

hyeyoung was used to feeling shy with people, but she was so comfortable early on. it felt right

and yeah the night DID end with them making out

with the door locked, screw you evie (johnny’s words, not hyeyoung’s)

they fell into being a couple very easily

they told the company a few months in to make life easier and surprisingly .. they were pretty okay with it, though they obviously had guidelines

they couldn’t be seen alone in public (sometimes they break that rule with masks and hats and disguises since the managers will let them sometimes)

a lot of their dates are in the siren dorms because it’s quieter and all of the girls have their own rooms

she comes around to the 127 dorms a lot

they couldn’t interact more than she would interact with the others, and absolutely no pda

((tbh with mila and lily, it’s more acceptable, since they grew up with their members, but the other three have stricter rules .. evie almost breaks them sometimes tho. and sometimes the guys will give casual, familial hugs to them))

they said they loved each other a few months in

johnny said it first, and hyeyoung said it back immediately

it was natural. they fully and truly love each other

they will 1000% percent get married, and they will do so whenever they can in the future

they want to keep their relationship quiet just because hyeyoung’s career has JUST started

but johnny wants to reveal it as soon as the company lets them because he wants the world to know he loves her with all of his heart

johnny’s parents have only met her over facetime, and they already love her. she talks to johnny’s mom a lot too

he has met her parents and siblings, and obviously they love him

her dad is protective though since she’s his youngest daughter and his baby

johnny is still big on keeping the romance alive and planning things for her, always telling her how much he loves her, and showing physical affection

hyeyoung is a softer type of girlfriend, and she is big on quality time and expressing to him how much she loves him.

they will never, ever doubt how much they love each other. forever type shit

HYONNYCORE

johnny and hyeyoung ARE mom and dad

especially to hyuck. hyeyoung LOVES him and thinks he can literally do no harm, similar to how she is with lily

mark used to have a crush on hyeyoung hehe but i think we ALL know he’s interested in someone else now ..

taeyong, yuta, lily, hyuck, jaemin, evie, ten, jungwoo, taeil, chenle, hendery, and yangyang are their biggest shippers. they believe in hyonny supremacy

jaehyun is OBVIOUSLY happy for his bro but he’s a chill, cool dude y’know ..

he’s johnny’s go-to though and he and hyeyoung have a very sweet friendship, jaehyun always looks out for her and makes sure she’s okay

johnny will be chill about the eventual rumors about hyeyoung and jaehyun tho because he knows there’s nothing there, and as far as he is concerned, that means that their relationship is safer without any lights on them

they aren’t jealous people (AHEM take note lily AHEM)

the two of them will still flirt with fans, and they rate each other’s flirty comments to fans

“nah, baby, that’s basic. be smoother”

“john, they literally just asked me to tell them i love them”

yeah they’re teased tho and you KNOW they are

ten is CRAZY dude he was already big on the innuendos but now .. goodness

he doesn’t step out of line tho and he’s more subtle and would never do anything to harass them (well mainly not hyeyoung because flashbacks to “i wanna have xxxx with you fatass! love you forever darling” johnten always wilding)

y’know that clip from stranger thing when that dude asks jonathan how the pull out was... “the couch”. yeah. stuff like that from ten

hyuck doesn’t tease them much surprisingly! because again. mom and dad

i can sum up mark in a single sentence:

“you guys are, like, perfect for each other, y’know? i’m happy for you guys, seriously.”

yuta teases sometimes, but chenji is RUTHLESS

if hyonny even looks at each other they’re like OOOOO HEHE GET A ROOM

most of wayv is .. well .. we know how wayv is

taeyong is so warm to them about it all and it’s super sweet. taeil loves them together and is unintentionally funny saying things about young people and love

the girls are PROTECTIVE of hyeyoung even tho they know johnny is perfect for her

lily is in a permanent state of trying to square up with johnny and hyeyoung thinks it’s funny

they have great reception overall, everyone loves them

sm family loves them TOO and heechul is the REAL captain of their fan club and red velvet as a whole loves them together

do you know how many times they hear “awwwh cute!”

spoiler: it’s a lot

GOD the two try to help lily with her love life and she hates it

they’ll end up trying to help everyone but lily is their focus

they have lots of couple-isms

“baby” “love” “honey” stuff like that

they have inside jokes

SO MANY PICTURES OF EACH OTHER

fashionable ass couple

he watches old films with her

they’re the type of couple to slow dance in the middle of the kitchen

they both know like. they know what the other would order from where, what to do for them after a long/hard day

she knows how to make his coffee perfectly

johnny knows what temperature she likes her baths/showers and what wine she’ll enjoy most

hyeyoung knows where johnny’s back is most tense and his slight change in posture when he needs a massage

they know each other’s style, and they surprise each other with little gifts

they basically know each other like the back of their hand. two halves of the same whole

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