#realistically i know youre gonna come back the moment this high passes but

[hawkins-losers]

Let’s leave this shit town | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie graduate and leave Hawkins

Word count: 0.9k

Request:  eddie + 52 this has so much good fluff/angst potential... soft eddie for the win (“It breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry.”)

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For the second time this week, Eddie came home at night to you sitting on his stairs, crying. He didn’t like the idea of you sitting by yourself in the trailer park so late, but you had no way to reach him. You could’ve gone to the school since it was D&D night, but that would’ve meant disrupting his Hellfire club meeting and being vulnerable in front of all his D&D friends. 

He rapidly parked and turned off the engine, jumping out of the van to get to you. 

Eddie crouched down before you, and you sobbed, allowing your walls to break. ‘’I can’t do this anymore.’’ 

‘’Is it your parents again?’’ he asked gently, knowing things at home were not going well. 

You nodded. Nothing else needed to be said. 

Eddie kissed your forehead and helped you up. ‘’Let’s go inside.’’

You toed off your sneakers and wiped at your eyes, the tears blurring your vision, while Eddie removed his boots and jacket. He turned on the living room lamp, making the trailer come to life a little and took a seat on the couch. He motioned for you to come, gently pulling you into his arms and cradling you like one would a frightened child. 

“It breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry.” His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, trying to soothe your sorrows and calm you down. 

After a moment, your tears stopped and you and Eddie were just holding each other and cuddling. Your head was tucked under his chin, breathing in Eddie’s day old aftershave and deodorant. 

‘’Just say the word...and we'll take on the world.’’

You chuckled lightly, wiping at your tears-stained cheeks. ‘’This is real-life, babe, not D&D. We can’t take on the world.’’ 

‘’Then, we’ll leave this town and never come back.’’ 

A smile curled on your lips. Leaving town with Eddie sounded amazing. ‘’I like that idea.’’ Your smile fell, coming back to reality. ‘’But we can’t.’’ 

Eddie pulled back and looked down at you. ‘’Why not? My van’s not the sturdiest car, but it can go miles. We can go east to Ohio or all the way to fucking California. You pick. As long as we’re together, I’m gonna be happy.’’ He kissed 

‘’Sounds dreamy, but that’s not realistic, Eddie.’’ 

‘’It can be. You’ll be eighteen in three months and college five. That gives us two months together to go wherever we want.’’ 

*

For the days that followed, you told yourself it was crazy. That Eddie’s idea was crazy. But as the days passed, you began getting more familiar with the idea of skipping town with your boyfriend. Saying ‘bon voyage’ to Hawkins. Leaving behind the ones who dropped you when you started holding Eddie’s hand in the hallways. Leaving behind your parents’ high expectations and their crumbling marriage.

‘’Eddie?’’ you said as you were laying on his bed, watching him learn a new song on guitar. 

‘’Yes, sweetheart?’’

‘’Do you remember when you said we could leave Hawkins together?’’

He didn’t look up from his guitar, giving you half of his attention while he was trying to get the chords right. ‘’Eh, yeah? I do. Why?’’

‘’Do you…Is it still something you would like to do?’’

Eddie’s hands stilled on the neck of his guitar, his eyes flicking to your face. ‘’Are you for real?’’ 

You nodded, watching the uncertainty on his face turn into a grin. ‘’On one condition.’’

‘’Whatever it is, I’m in.’’ 

‘’We graduate together.’’ 

You could feel the stress sink into his bones. 

''I can help you pass your exam. We can study together, I'll make flashcards and all. We can do it, Eddie. You can do it.'' 

Eddie chuckled at your excitement over studying. ''So that's the deal? I get my diploma and we leave this shit town? You and me?'' 

You nodded, twisting your fingers together. ''You and me.''

*

The next three months had been rough, but you made it - Eddie made it. 

He was now standing in his Tigers green cap and gown, ready to flip the bird to Principal Higgins and snatch his diploma. A few of the parents and staff members gasped when it happened, shocked by the offensive gesture. All you could do was shake your head and laugh quietly. 

Eddie got down the stage, diploma in his left hand, and grabbed your face and kissed you hard. You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to spin you around. 

''You did it!'' 

''We did it, sweetheart,'' he corrected, his smile so big. ‘’Ready to go?’’ 

No one knew of your plans. Not even your parents. Eddie had probably told his uncle so he wouldn’t worry or look for him, but that was it. 

You nodded, playing with one of his curls. ‘’Everything’s in the van.’’ 

It was Eddie’s turn to nod. ‘’We better take off while everyone is busy. No one will try to intervene.’’ 

You looked around, seeing your classmates snap pictures with their families and crying as they said goodbye to their friends and teachers. A wave of sadness hit you, filling your eyes with tears. You could’ve had that, but just because you fell in love with the ‘wrong guy’, all of this had been taken away from you. 

Eddie noticed your teary eyes and slumped his shoulders to look at you in the eyes. ‘’Hey hey, don’t cry, okay? I know it hurts now, but you’ll feel better soon.’’ 

‘’Let’s leave this shit town.’’

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[rumalumasuns]

Random Scenarios Holostars Pt. 1

With Axel Syrios, Izuru Kanade, Oga Aragami, and Shien Kageyama

For gender-neutral readers~!

! - might be ooc, I apologize -> these characters don't belong to me, but the Hololive/Holostars company!

!- This is a work of fanfiction! Not meant to be super realistic lol

! - Romantic Fluff :D

! - Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last Name, M/N = major name, S/N = School Name

Axel Syrios - Basketball =^o.0^=

"Oi, Y/N! Let's play ball!" exclaimed Axel excitedly as he ran over to your house that was across from his and threw you a ball.

You laughed as you caught it with ease. This was a memory from a couple of years ago when you became good friends with Axel Syrios, your neighbor who was around your age. Since this moment, whenever Axel was done with his classwork, he'd come over to your house and you would shoot some hoops together, occasionally with other friends from S/N. In addition to these hangouts, you two would also study together at your house. Well, it was mainly you trying to keep Axel from failing in certain subjects while he tried to distract you from the work he didn't want to work on.

Years passed and it was summertime now, and you two were soon coming to the end of your last year of high school. Although you two didn't acknowledge it, there was some slight tension as you knew that you would have different paths in the future: him with his "classified" job that he got accepted into, while you were going overseas to study at university.

You had just finished night studies and were on your way back home together, side by side as always.

The way back to your neighborhood was quiet. You passed the convenience store you two frequented to get a quick snack on the way back, the PC center that you two saved up money for, and the book and manga cafe where you shared many laughs. Your head was swirling with thoughts.

"Hey Y/N," said Axel, breaking the silence. You turned to him. He pointed behind him, where the basketball court you two used to play in was. There were stray, beat-up basketballs strewn in the corners of the court.

"Wanna play ball?"

You nodded.

"I'm gonna win this time for sure!" you exclaimed, then sprinted towards the court. "Try to keep up!"

"Oi!" shouted Axel as he laughed and started running after you.

No matter how many times you two have done this, it never got old: the thrill of running so quickly your hearts sped up, the adrenaline high you got from your competitiveness, the texture of the worn basketball hitting your hands as you dribbled it across the court.

You only beat Axel a few times throughout your entire life: once was because he underestimated you, another because you felt in top form, and some other times because he went slightly easier on you whenever he was feeling nice (though you always got pouty about that because you wanted to win on your own). Sometimes, you'd have rewards for whoever won: the loser would buy snacks for the winner, the loser would do errands for the winner for a day, etc. You didn't always enjoy it, as you lost more often than you won, but it was still fun. Plus, it was a way for you to spend time with Axel, someone you liked for years now (though his dense brain wouldn't know it).

After an hour or so of playing, you lay down on the dusty court, not caring about how your allergies will probably kick up soon or how unhygienic it was to lay on the court. You were going to wash up once you got home anyways.

Axel laughed at your defeated form before jogging over to your side and laying down next to you. You looked at him with a glare and also in slight shock: how did he have the energy to jog to you???

"It's my win, Y/N. What should I do to you~?" asked Axel teasingly as he reached over and started poking your cheek. Your face grew warm at the contact, but you pouted at his taunting words, turning over to face him with another glare.

"You don't know when to let me win, do you?" you said with a humph. "What do you want from me this time?"

Axel pondered for a moment, his finger still poking your cheek. You tried swatting it away, but he ended up just putting his finger back in place so you gave up.

"...A kiss," Axel mumbled. You didn't really hear him the first time, so your face became one of confusion.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"I want a kiss... on the cheek!" he almost shouted loud enough for you to flinch. You took some time to process his words before your face bloomed into a red hue.

"WHAT?"

"I SAID ON THE CHEEK-"

"NO, I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID BUT WHAT???"

Your face was bright red now, and so was Axel's. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before peering at you in a flustered state.

"Y/N... what if I told you that I liked you for a long time? What if I told you that I'm afraid of what's to come after our graduation, and that I'll regret it right now if I keep acting like I want to be just your friend. The truth is, I don't. I want to be more, ya know?"

You stared at Axel in shock. He stood up from where you two were laying down, taking your silence as a rejection, and kicked away a stray basketball before slowly shuffling to the court's exit. Realizing that he was leaving, you stood up quickly and regained enough energy to run after him and grab his sleeve.

"W-wait!" you exclaimed, gasping for air as Axel looked at you with surprise and a glimmer of hope. "M-me too! I l-like you too!"

Axel's eyes widened before he started laughing heartily.

"Really?!" he exclaimed happily before picking you up and swinging you around.

"Woah! Hey, w-wait put me down, Axel!"

"No can do! I'm not letting you go now!" he said as he ended the swinging and just hugged you close. You stayed in that position for a couple moments, just basking in the quiet and listening to your heartbeats, loud and fast. Just like when you were playing basketball together.

After a couple moments passed, Axel opened his mouth.

"So, uh, can I get my reward now?"

You looked at him before slapping your hands on either side of his face and bringing his lips to yours.

You didn't know what would happen in the future, but it didn't matter because you knew that it would work out in the end. For now, you just wanted to enjoy your moment with your longtime friend, now boyfriend, and keep this memory in your mind forever.

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Izuru Kanade - Singing Together =^-w-^=

You and Izuru were both livers - you, Liv/N (liver name) were an independent VTuber while Izuru was part of Holostars and debuted before you. While Izuru tended to stream more games and singing, you were more of a cover singer and someone who did zatsudans, with the occasional game streams and fun collabs with other livers.

When Izuru's Love me, Love me, Love me cover came out, you absolutely loved it and reached out to him to ask if you two could collab on a cover sometime. Unbeknownst to you, Izuru really admired your cover songs as well and was excited to work with you.

He responded casually with some enthusiasm, and this exchange sparked a friendship, where you two sang together often, went through ideas of collab streams, and sent each other memes at random hours during the day.

Despite your slight language barrier, you two managed to communicate in some way or another (pictures, translation devices, learning a little more of each other's languages).

Eventually, after a couple of months passed, Izuru had the courage (and permissions) to ask for an off-collab with you. Excited to finally meet in person with your friend, you responded to his inquiry with great energy.

"Of course! When and where?" you exclaimed as you leaped up from your chair abruptly, your grin on your face widening as you held your phone to your ear. Izuru just chuckled at you. Your face grew warm as the sound of his laugh tickled your ear. Lately, you felt a little shier whenever you talked with Izuru. No longer were you thinking of him in just an idolizing and admiring way, but in a way that was something more. You didn't want to burden him with these feelings, though, because of his busy schedule and such, so you chose to bury these feelings deep inside.

After your long phone call, you two decided to meet up at your house and decided that your collab stream would be streamed on your channel. You two planned on doing some chatting during the stream before you would do karaoke together.

Once your setlist for the day was set and tickets were booked, you said good night to Izuru before ending the call. Your heart was beating rapidly and blood rushed to your ears. Izuru- you were going to meet him! In the flesh!!!

You jumped up and down before looking around at your messy house. Your excitement quickly died down once you realized how much work you had to do to clean the place. Dejectedly, you turned on your stereo before bringing out the cleaning gloves and mask, getting ready to clean the darkest parts of the residence that would take a couple days to clean. Luckily, Izuru was coming in a couple weeks, so it meant you had plenty of time to prepare.

First, you had to clean out the entire house, in case Izuru wanted to explore or see any parts of your house. Then, you had to clean your streaming room... yeah, it was about time for it to be purged. You also had to install your new equipment that was shipped to you that day (new mics and PC parts) and make sure your stuff was in top shape so that there wouldn't be any chance for things to break on the day Izuru came.

After two weeks, it was finally time for your collab. You were in the airport holding a sign that said: "F/N" (you decided to go with a fake name, F/N, for Izuru in case any of his fans happened to be in the airport and could dox him). You and Izuru also came up with a phrase to say to each other ("I'm sure we'll reach our dreams, no matter how far they may be.") in case either of you met with the wrong person.

Finally, you spot a guy in a black hoodie with a guitar on his back approaching you nervously. He stuttered out, "I'm sure we'll reach our dreams, no matter how far they may be." Your face brightened.

"Izu!" you whispered loud enough for only him to hear as you shook your sign. "It's me!! Liv/N!" you said excitedly. Izuru's face became one of relief as he smiled softly and whispered a greeting. You offered your hand in order to take his suitcase, but he, misunderstanding your intentions with a slight blush, took your hand in his own and gestured for you to lead the way.

Your face became warm, as you realized he understood what you were going for, but you turned around quickly and led him to your car in the airport parking lot. For a week, you two would have a housemate situation, where Izuru would occupy the guest room in your house. You two weren't just together for one stream after all: you two were also going to record your cover together and give each other pointers while doing so.

Once you dropped off all of his things in the guest room, you told Izuru you would be in the kitchen to make food while he got settled in. He nodded as you closed the door to the room. He then quickly buried his face into the pillow of the bed next to him. He was here, with you, for a whole week, in person! Nothing could stop the loud thumping of his heart, and he hoped that later his heart would calm down enough so you wouldn't hear how loud it was.

After a couple moments of staying still in bed, Izuru heard your calls to him to get to the dining table to eat. He quickly perked up and got out of his room, excited to eat the food that you made.

The rest of the week, you two worked hard singing your cover, giving each other tips, and reminding each other to take breaks. While Izuru did the mixing, you worked on the art for some scenes while collaborating with the animator of your music video. When you both chose to take a break, you would cook together or play a game on your switch. You would also come up with a set list to play for your off-collab stream.

A couple nights before your off-collab stream, you two were sitting on your living room couch across from each other as you were thinking of what to tweet to hint at your off-collab.

"What about tweeting 🎸❀? Since those are our oshi marks?" asked Izuru as he held up his tweet draft. You nodded, thinking it was a good idea before quickly typing the two emojis up. He counted off, and you two sent your tweet at the same time.

"3...2...1...," he said. A couple moments afterward, the retweets, likes, and comments flooded in your notifications.

"OMG???" "WHAT!" "IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS??" said many comments as people talked about how jealous they were, how excited they were, as well as some hate comments but you two were used to them. You put down your phone and smiled at Izuru.

"Shall we practice our songs now?" he asked shyly as he pulled up the lyrics on his laptop. You nodded before coming next to him to look at the lyrics. He flinched a little before he calmed down and softly started to sing. You joined in, also singing softly in order to save your vocal cords for the actual stream.

It was you two together on the couch, side by side, singing songs that were duets in English/Your Language and Japanese. Eventually, you two got to the song Melt, a Miku song. While you two were singing, you felt Izuru's eyes on you the entire time. You looked at him to make eye contact with him and maintained it all throughout the song. It finally ended, and you two were breathless. Izuru then opened his mouth.

"Meruto tokete shimaisou…suki da nante zettai ni ienai... (I feel like I'm about to melt, but I can never say I love you...)," he sang softly as he took your hand gently before looking into your eyes again.

You blushed hard before gripping his hand with both of yours.

"Datte kimi no koto ga …suki na no (But...I like you)," you sang back.

Izuru's eyes widened and his face broke into a large grin. He laughed in delight before hugging you. You two stayed in this position, glad you could bring your feelings forth to each other. You decided not to sing Melt for your collab. Maybe in the future, if things went well and you decided to reveal your relationship, you would. But for now, it was a song for you two to sing for each other.

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Oga Aragami - Building Gunpla Sets =^owo^=

When you and Oga were younger, you would go to the ocean, and build sandcastles near the beach. If it was too rainy, you two would go to either of your houses and build LEGO sets together (the Death Star was a challenge, but nothing you two couldn't handle!).

Then, when you were a little older, Gunpla came out. Instead of having late nights over playing Monopoly and watching movies (although you two still do it on occasion), you two began to play music in the background and chatter as you built huge gunpla sets together.

To this day, even after graduating from university, you two would meet up and hang out and eventually date. When you two were together, you most often chatted about anything and everything as you two built large gunpla sets.

“Hey, Y/N, hand me that piece next to you.”

“This one? Here you go,” you said as you handed him the tiny piece.

With a satisfied smile, Oga clicked the last piece into the figure he was working on. He was so excited that one more piece of his collection was finally finished. While looking at his happy smile, you also smiled. How could you not? His smiles were contagious.

Realizing you were staring, you quickly looked away from him and down to your hands, which held an unfinished gunpla ship. You were flustered and hoping that Oga was too occupied with his figure to notice you.

Your prayers went in vain as you heard Oga chuckle.

“Why is your face so red, haha?” he asked as he laughed while having one hand covering his signature sharp-toothed grin. Though you were flustered, you didn’t hesitate to give him a light smack on the shoulder.

“Shut up, also stop covering your face when you laugh like that. I’ve seen your full laugh before. I’m not afraid or anything, we’ve known each other for so long,” you said loudly, as you turned away from him in embarrassment.

You knew the reason why he covered his mouth: despite the fact that you two lived in a world filled with supernatural beings (from a star to a beastman), Oga still chose to hide his more scary parts of himself, such as his horns and his sharp teeth, by either covering them or using magic to conceal them. You hated it. Oga was a sweetheart - he only seemed intimidating to others because he doesn’t talk much to people he doesn’t know.

You stared at the gunpla ship in your hands before gentle, large hands placed themselves over your own. You looked up, only to meet eyes with Oga’s piercing green ones. He smiled at you gently, before reaching over to your head to stroke it. You felt your face grow warm, but continued to look at him with a slight pout.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to cover my face less from now on. I know you don’t like it,” he said with a soft voice as he took the gunpla ship from your hands before setting it down carefully and taking your hands into his own.

You nodded, the blush on your face widely apparent. Oga chuckled softly in amusement before bringing your hands to his face and kiss your knuckles. Your blush darkened, and you started to stutter.

“T-that’s not fair! Hey, give me your hands too!”

Oga laughed.

“Nope!” he said cheekily as he got up and started towards the kitchen.

“You can’t get away from me that easily!” you replied as you got up to follow him before tackling him with a back hug.

You two looked at each other before laughing.

What a fun day.

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Shien Kageyama - Making Omurice =^-o-^= (using this recipe)

You met Shien during the time you were studying in Japan. While you were a M/N major, Shien was a business major with a minor in music. Shien was pretty famous. Not only was he very athletic and great at studies, but he was also a kind person who offered to tutor his peers.

The only reason you two met was that while taking a business class you were interested in, you needed some peer tutoring and got assigned to Shien as your tutor.

You two hit it off well: not only was Shien really friendly, but he also made many of the concepts you were struggling with easier to understand. Grateful for his help, you tried to give him the peer tutoring fee after your session ended, but he refused it and instead asked for your number while grinning. Ever since, you two talked, studied, and hung out together.

One day, you were in Shien's abnormally large house (basically a traditional Japanese-style mansion) for a study session. Although this wasn't the first time you had ever come to his house, you still couldn't get used to the people in black suits milling around, or the fact that Shien's family had cleaning maids and cooks making 5-star meals.

Although you loved the food you ate in the household, sometimes you wanted to make something for Shien by yourself. You don't know when this desire came along. Maybe it was after Shien's nanny, Nana, showed you a picture of Shien when he was younger during one of your breaks while Shien was out. The picture had a smol Shien happily eating away at some omurice.

You may not be a gourmet chef, but omurice was definitely something you can do. So, at the study session, you casually brought it up during a moment of silence.

"Hey, I was wondering if we could cook something together? We've done a lot together, but I don't think I've ever cooked anything for you," you said as you were scribbling down some equations on paper.

It was quiet after you brought it up, so you looked up to see what Shien's reaction was, only to see his shocked face. You tilted your face in confusion but laughed at him.

"Why are you giving me that look?" you asked as you continued chuckling. Shien snapped out of his daze.

"I'm not- I mean, y-yeah it would be cool to cook something together. What do you have in mind?"

"Hmmm, I've been craving some omurice actually," you replied as you looked down again at your paper and wrote the answer to another problem. You heard Shien grunt in agreement.

"Alright, I'll ask Nana to get our ingredients-"

"Actually, I was wondering if we could just do everything on our own? I don't want to burden Nana and it would be a fun experience, right?" you interrupted as you looked up at him.

Shien's mind processed what you said before a domestic image of you two shopping together and then cooking showed up in his mind. His face warmed up and he prayed that you wouldn't notice. For being a part of a mafia, he was terrible at concealing his emotions when it came to you. He just looked down flustered at his computer in front of him before nodding slowly.

"It's settled then!" you exclaimed as you got up. "I was getting hungry anyways, and I'm sick of working right now. Let's go!"

You pulled Shien up, and he readily followed you, and you headed to the nearest grocery store.

While getting ingredients for omurice, you two joked around and got some additional snacks to eat for later. Meanwhile, Shien was wondering if this could continue if he had a future with you, or even if you two just remained friends. He hoped this fun would last, as being a part of the mafia meant threats could come in at any time.

Luckily, the author doesn't want any drama, so nothing bad happened on the way back.

When you two got back to the mansion, Shien guided you to the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty. Likely, Shien ordered the cooks to stay out while he was in there with you. You pulled up a recipe from your laptop and got to work: Shien chopping the ingredients and you frying.

There were a few close calls (your shirt got too close to the stove, and Shien almost cut through the cutting board) but eventually, you made two plates of hot, savory omurice. Shien handed you a ketchup bottle, which you used to write and draw on Shien's omurice, and he did the same for yours. You two couldn't look at what the other wrote on the omurice until you got to the dining table.

When you sat down, you handed each other the omurice with the messages, and yours had a large heart on it. Surprised, you looked up at Shien's flustered face with his eyes looking straight into yours.

No words were needed, and you nodded at him before laughing at how silly the confession was. He sighed with relief, and you two dug into the omurice.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the scenarios. I'm planning to do more! <3

Please tell me in the requests of any other Holostars members you'd like me to do!

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[ihhfhonao3]

Getting tired of ao3 being down, so I’ll post the link when it’s back up (since I was able to post it RIGHT before it went out), but I’m not letting it ruin my klapollo week!! Fic for klapollo week day 2: weakness is below the cut! And if you like my stuff, read my user, I’m ihhfh on ao3 :3

“Are you ready, Klavier?” Apollo asked as he straightened up his tie.

“Almost!” Klavier called from inside the bathroom. “Just finishing up with doing my hair!”

Apollo let out a cross between a chuckle and a sigh. “We’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry up.” He checked the clock. He wanted to leave in exactly five minutes. Knowing Klavier, however, this would probably end up being ten more. Apollo headed into the bathroom to find Klavier brushing and curling his hair into its signature spiral.

“Hallo!” Klavier said cheerfully as Apollo entered. “Come here often?”

Apollo smiled and sat on top of the closed toilet seat. “Could you try to hurry up please?”

“I’m trying, I’m trying,” said an exasperated Klavier. “But this takes time. My hair is delicate, ja? I don’t want to risk damaging it in any way.”

Apollo shook his head and got up, then went to put his shoes on. Klavier followed him out shortly after and did the same. They left Klavier’s apartment together and went to his car to drive to the district court. While they were driving, Apollo let out a quiet sigh that, unfortunately, Klavier ended up hearing.

“What’s up, mein lieber?” Klavier asked.

“I dunno,” Apollo mumbled. “I just…” he hesitated. “I was thinking.”

“Did it hurt? Klavier asked.

“Har har,” said Apollo, unamused. “But really I… Do you… do you think that we’ll ever get out of the dark age?”

“The dark age of what?”

“Of the law. This dark age that we’re in right now… lawyers getting their verdict by any means necessary, even if that means lying… Do you think we’ll ever get out of this?”

“Ah…” Klavier trailed off. “I mean, do you want the hopeful answer, or the realistic answer?”

“Realistic,” Apollo said.

“Well,” the blonde took a moment trying to figure out how to properly word what he was about to say. “I personally truly believe that we can. And while I do think that we can, it’s gonna take a lot of work and perseverance. It definitely won’t be a fight without loss, hardship, grief, and the like. But we’ll manage. We’ll keep fighting and we’ll find a way to end it all. We always do, ja?”

Apollo sighed and looked out the window at the passing trees and houses. “Sometimes… Sometimes I just get… really discouraged,” he mumbled.

“Hm?” Klavier asked.

“I get discouraged,” Apollo repeated. “And I sometimes worry that it’ll never get better. That all of the lies and the idea of winning your desired verdict come hell or high water will just become… the norm.”

“That isn’t an uncommon worry, forehead,” Klavier said. “But I mean, look at us. We’re a prosecutor and a defense attorney. Two opposing councils, that are somewhat intended to hate each other, that somehow ended up dating. We love each other. We’re boyfriends. We’re also prime examples of what could be- and what should be. Defense and prosecution alike working together for the truth. Us being together is the greatest rebellion there is.”

Apollo smiled. Klavier always knew how to motivate him. Eventually, Klavier pulled into the court parking lot, and the two exited the car, hand in hand. Before entering the courthouse, Apollo planted a kiss on Klavier’s cheek. Klavier blushed softly.

“Ach,” he said, not knowing what else to say. “Let’s go in there and… uh… give them the truth!”

Apollo snickered. “God, that’s awful. Leave the inspirational pre-court slogans to me, okay babe?”

Klavier nodded, and the two walked in together, ready to give the people what they deserved.

The truth.

#klapollo #apollo justice #klavier gavin #klapollo week 2023 #aa4 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #tagging as ao3 so the sad little fangirls in my phone have something to read

[maytheoddshq]

Sawyer Bell. District Six. Score: SEVEN.

(tw: blood, self harm) She wasted no time in gathering her materials: several thick sections of rope, a foot or two long each, a grappling hook, and a knife. “I’ve been in there. So I know that these conditions,” she motioned around her to indicate the pristine training center, “aren’t realistic. Any idiot can slay a dummy when the weather’s just right, but what about when you’ve got a big old gash in your leg?” She grabbed the knife and without giving herself time to think about it, slashed at her thigh. The pain blossomed instantly, sharp, but she ignored it. There was too much adrenaline. Too much to notice, at first, that the cut was deeper than she’d intended. What was supposed to be a glancing cut, something to show that she could withstand a bit of pain, was deeper, and began to bleed rather intensely.

  “Well, that’s not really much of a good example, is it?” She paused, as if waiting for the silent judges to respond from their high perch. “How about when some bitch, or a mutt, or a bitch-mutt cuts off your fingers? Or hell, your whole hand?” She grabbed a piece of rope and, using only her right hand while she braced her left against her back, tied it around her middle. She bent over to use her teeth to pull the knot tight, effectively ridding herself of the use of one of her hands.

  “There, that feels more like the Arena,” she said. “Of course I’d also be starving, delirious, dehydrated, but what are you gonna do?” She bent down and began to work, then, using her right hand and her teeth to make knot after knot, piecing together the thick pieces of rope that she had gathered. A pool of blood grew around where she knelt, but she paid it no mind. In fact, the cut was a lot deeper than she had intended – really she’d just wanted it for the dramatics, to show them that she was… well, now it seemed ridiculous – but she wanted to prove she was intense. Still, it didn’t matter. Really there was quite a lot of blood – but she couldn’t focus on that–

  Once enough of the ropes had been knotted together, she took the grappling hook and tied one end through its loop. She pulled it tight and then straightened up. After a few good swings around in the air as a wind-up, she let it go towards the ceiling. She’d practiced this several times, and to her delight, it hooked through one of the ceiling beams on the very first try.

  Feeling slightly woozy now, she grabbed onto the rope. Her thigh was slick, which it hadn’t been when she’d practiced this, and her own fucking theatrics were going to get in her way, weren’t they? She considered for a moment giving up, turning to the door and saying ta-da and going to get a stiff drink. But she’d come this far, and she’d done it several times now with her hand behind her back. What difference did a little blood loss make?

  It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t graceful. She used her thighs, pressing them tightly together, face grimacing in pain, wondering if her own show would also be her downfall. It was immense, the pain, and the blood loss growing a bit concerning.

  But no. Fuck that. Her hand guided and pulled her up while her legs supported her. Halfway she thought surely she’d pass out before she reached the top. Three-quarters up and she was too high to fall without it leaving a hell of a fucking mark. Blood dripped down the rope and she had no choice but to keep climbing. Too high up now. Too close. Too damn close to her goal to stop.

  She grabbed onto the beam with her arm, swung her legs up onto it, and then let herself roll into the netting that hung from the ceiling. The buzzer went off, indicating her time was up. The world swam before her vision.

#sawyer #training score #tw: blood #tw: self harm

[a-name-if-you-please]

the greatest feeling is when someone who has good taste on [thing] says you have good taste on [thing]

#i was remembering the moment my cousin #who is obsessed with movies #said i have good taste in movies/cartoons/series #yknow stories #and it was the best thing ever bc that means my opinion is VALID in his eyes #and that way im (almost) sure my opinion isnt going to be tossed into the trash as soon as i voice it #GET THAT RSD #I GOT YOU NOW #WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN I KNOW THERE ARE 2 PEOPLE (the other being my friend who also said that) IN THE WORLD WHO VALUE MY OPINION ON STORIES? #HA #rsd no more #realistically i know youre gonna come back the moment this high passes but #ima gonna enjoy it for a while thanks 😊 #fuck rsd

[saltylandland]

Invasive

Another Leona Smut Drabble bc I am depraved

NSFW masterlist

commissions info

kofi

God I hate how the inhuman characters have higher senses bc realistically? That would suck. Bc they would know when you're on your period or when you get turned on or if you masturbated. As someone who has a pretty high libido this would make me uncomfortable as fuck-

Anyway, spiritual accessor to pussy drunk Leona~

Leona takes advantage of your attraction to him, watching the way you get oh so flustered when he leans in a lil too close. Even the smallest actions get your panties soaked. The smell of your arousal becomes constant and is quite addictive to him. But, he can never take it as far as he wants. As soon as he gets ready to pull you closer, you always scamper away like a scared little mouse, embarrassed by his teasing. As amusing he finds this, it’s also really fucking annoying because it leaves him high and dry.

One day, he’ll get his chance. Getting you all alone to tease. Then teasing you while you’re trapped under him. That embarrassed face and that familiar heady smell comes to mind. Gods, he can practically taste it. Finally being able to indulge himself as much as he wants, for as long as he wants.

Grabbing at your thighs as he plays with your clit, watching his fingers lazily fuck you while your legs kick out from the pleasure.

Leading you into countless orgasms with just his fingers and tongue.

Listening to the cutest sounds leaving your lips as he drags his textured tongue up and down your cunny. Seeing little tears build up in your eyes from being so overwhelmed, but just give him a moment and he’ll give you something to really cry about.

Being able to drag you back onto his tongue after you squirm away from him, thoroughly overstimulated to hell and back. But he’s not done with you yet. You made him wait for this long and now you try to give him orders? Not gonna happen.

Making you squirt on his mouth, marking him so that any Inhuman student will know exactly where his mouth has been. Making a mess out of both of you, but he can keep going, and he will. The embarrassing sucking and slurping noises from his messy eating, as well as your moans and pleas, letting everyone who passes know of your activities.

The feeling of your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots away only makes him want to press harder. Keep going until you really break. Until you squeal and cream on his tongue once more.

Grabbing at your hands and pinning them to your sides, only being able to wiggle your hips but that won’t get you very far. If he slipped his hands down further to hold your hand, he would almost look like a dutiful boyfriend.

It’s your fault, you know? You’re the one who made him dependent on you, addicted to your scent and desperate for a taste. Acting oh so naive while you flush from his smallest movements, continuously strutting into the lion’s den to tease him and escape just as fast.

Leona sighs as this is only a fantasy, turning around fully prepared to sleep off his boner. But his ears pick up the sound of the door opening. The distinct sound of footsteps that Leona grew to associate with you were coming closer and closer.

Huh, maybe his fantasies aren’t so far out of reach after all.

#twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #leona kingscholar #leona smut #I put my whole leoussy into this one my dudes #invasive #posties

[authorsquidward]

Summer Vacation, Part Two

Ahn Yujin x Reader Smut

[A/N]: You all asked. You all shall receive. Thanks for being on my ass the entire time to get me to release. It’s three months late but its here right? I said I’d get it in by March 25th, and it’s still March 25th where I’m at so….that’s mission accomplished. Hope you enjoy!

Read Part One, Here

The sight of the boss and Yujin’s mom walking in simultaneously, forces your eyes down below, where’d you expect to have your dick hanging out for them to see. However, it seems Yujin is much more….discreet in these matters, having tidied up, any other evidence melding well with the clothing. 

“Where is Yujin?” Your boss asks. Where was Yujin? She was supposed to be under the table. Wait, shit, you can’t say that. In the moments that pass, you think quickly in an attempt to come up with a response that makes sense.

“She went to the bathroom.” You reply with the third excuse you thought of, hoping that was the end of this line of questioning. The look on your bosses face indicated this wasn’t the case. 

“She did? I didn’t see her, and to get to the bathroom you have to pass by our meeting room.” In the face of that revelation, the mind enters overdrive in an attempt to come up with another excuse. Who knew getting a blowjob from a client in the office causes so much mental strain? I mean how were you supposed to know where the hell the actual bathroom was when making the earlier excuse, it’s the first day! That’s when it hits, playing dumb actually works here, and so the plan is executed.

“Oh really?!?! I pointed her in the other direction. I am so sorry! She apparently needed to go really badly.” You lie, hoping that it actually works. 

“There’s no bathroom in that direction,” They both stare, before your boss continues, “Then again, it’s your first day, I didn’t even give a tour of the place, of course you wouldn’t know where the bathroom was.”

“I apologize again, for my failure.” You realign the blame to yourself in order to move forward.

“Well, it’s ok, could you please look for Yujin, and meet us in the other meeting room?”

“Will do.” You follow them out of the room, and watch them walk back into the other meeting room, only to bump right into Yujin, stopping right before your lips touched one another.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” You whispered.

“I went outside because I thought you were actually trying to look for me.” She responds.

“I only did that to make sure my excuse flew right past my boss! I knew you were under the table still!” You exclaimed quietly, pushing her back into the meeting room.

“Why’d we go back?” She asked, genuinely curious screaming from her face.

“Well, we gotta wait a little bit before we go over there, I gotta look for you, and this place is huge enough that it might take me a little realistically.” 

“Just admit it, you just wanted to get to know me. I did suck your dick and all.” She teased.

“I already know enough about you, besides what you do.”

“You’re gonna have to take me out on a date for that.”

“Dating someone with the amount of money you have, especially self-made, is bound to come with major issues. I’ll pass.”

“Come on. I’ll make it worth your while.” This back and forth session continues for another couple of minutes, as you make small talk with Yujin to pass the time, adding in the occasional jab at her to retaliate against her own. It was honestly great being able to talk to someone who could give it as good as they take it, it made you more relaxed and the conversation enjoyable. Through the conversation, you find out she’s had a couple relationships before, sampling the buffet, only to be left unsatisfied with the options. Understandable, there was no way someone as pretty as her could stay single, and you would’ve expected her to have ridiculously high standards, making you an anomaly. The conversation continued around this line of topic and after enough time having elapsed, you get up, ready to lead her back to her mother, ready to never see her again.

“Wait.” She said. You stop and turn around, only for her to kiss you on the lip, her tongue entering your mouth. You feel her arms wrap around you, as if to prolong this heavenly bliss further, though the prude within lit up, and purposefully separated yourself from her.

“Now that, that wasn’t my first.” She continued from before, smirking as you led her out of the room and into the other meeting room where the boss, and Yujin’s mother stayed. By this point she had taken out her phone, and was tapping the screen with her thumbs furiously. It was weird, but you paid no extra mind. The meeting concluded professionally, and the Mother-Daughter were on their way, with Yujin taking a second look at you before leaving. 

From there, it was just boring work. After having been given a tour of the office, the rest of the workday was spent just sitting in the cubicle, slaving away at financial models, getting handed balance sheets to compile reports on, everything par for the course of the job you were hired to do. It would’ve been nice to stay until the night to get a head start on the work, other commitments took precedent, sadly enough, such as hanging out with your sister at what she called a ‘music show.’ Whatever that was. 

To be completely honest, the work was so mundane, that it made you miss the car ride with your sister, just because at least her annoying you provided some level of stimulation. Well, aside from the stimulation Yujin provided you. You missed that very much. If there was one thing good about it though, it was that it was time-consuming enough to pass the time with ease. Soon enough, it was time to go see the sister you dreaded seeing so much. It wasn’t that you hated her, or even jealousy like some of your friends would suggest, it was literally all of the cameras around her, always following, no privacy, no anything, you just didn’t wanna get involved in it.

Not wanting to seem overly eager to see her due to boredom, you deliberately work past 1:45 PM, ignoring your sister’s first attempt to call to say that she was there. You ignore the second attempt to call as well, this time packing up to walk out. You walk to the boss’s office, ignoring the third call from Jieun, instead knocking on the door.

“Come in.” He states.

“I’m heading out early, I’m gonna be seeing my sister for the first time in years.” You lie. Well it wasn’t really a lie, more of a semi lie, maybe?

“This is early? It’s a sunday and your first day, and you don’t even have a badge, I wasn’t expecting you to stay this long actually.” He responds.

“Well, those financial models you asked for are finished, so are the balance sheets, at least the ones that were handed to me by you, I am taking two home to finish them if that’s fine with you.”

“It’s a good thing you ended early then, cuz I was expecting those to take three days not a couple hours, now I gotta find something for you to do. Don’t take home those balance sheets.” “Got it. I’ll be going now.”

“Have a good day.” You walk back to your cubicle to drop off the two balance sheets, and then head out to your sister standing on the steps leading to the door of the office, arms crossed. She was not pleased, in the slightest.

“YOU SAID 1:45. IT’S 2:00!” She screams in anger.

“I had extra work to do, get off my back!”

“Work that’s more important than hanging out with your sister?”

“Hanging out doing what? I don’t even know what Inkigayo is!” You storm past her to get in the car, she’d follow suit.

“It’s a music show. KPOP artists perform and there’s like a weekly winner.” Jieun says as she gets in the car and slams herself down on the seat patting the driver to get going.

“Oh, so it’s just me watching you perform. How is that hanging out?” You reply.

“I have work too you know. That’s why I’m bringing you so that we can hang out after, I got you tickets so that you could sit with the crowd and not be bothered. I actually have a reservation at a nice restaurant.” “Couldn’t you pick me up after Inkigayo then? I’m deadass just gonna be sitting there watching these idols do things.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll find someone you’ll want me to introduce to you. I’m trying to help you get over she who shall not be named.”

“By setting me up with a KPOP Idol? That’s bound to end in a disaster you know, I don’t wanna date one.” 

“Something tells me you might change your mind.” IU smirks, as she taps away on her phone, you nosily look over to see her texting someone with the name ‘Yudingie,’ though she notices and hides her phone before you could see what she’s texting.

“First you come out late after ignoring my calls, now you're snooping at my texts, you’re the worst!” She’d pout. 

“Fine, I’m sorry. How about I pay for the restaurant, even though I’m kinda still annoyed I ended up on Naver.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was being tailed.” She’d look downward back at her phone, continuing to text this ‘Yudingie.’ Catching her off guard you immediately snatch her phone away and attempt to read her texts, seeing:

‘He’s so hot’ and ‘Thanks unnie, ur the best’

Jieun then snatches the phone back, berating you for being nosy by karate chopping you on the head. The drive to wherever Inkigayo is being taped is quiet, Jieun laser focusing on texting whoever the hell ‘Yudingie’ is, and you trying to get some rest, the days work, jetlag, and the long flight finally taking a toll on you, and much to your chagrin, it’s a toll that is too much to ignore. You look out the window again, admiring the sight of a city filled with tall buildings, bustling with life. It was then that you decided to just deal with the fact that your sister was IU, and just go with her, just so you could sleep in whatever furniture her room came with.

Upon arriving at Inkigayo, Jieun immediately snapped you out of the trance you had entered looking out into the window aimlessly.

“We’re here. The entrance for the fans is over there. This is where we split ways, until after.” She’d point over to the door, where there were people lined up. Clearly, she had gotten her driver to stop at the entrance first before continuing onward.

“Nah, I’ll go with you. I need to take a nap, I’m so tired.” Jieun’s eyes widened.

“Are you sure? There will be cameras taking pictures of us once we get out. Also it’ll be loud.” Jieun replied. 

“I’m literally wearing dress pants and a polo. They’ll probably think I’m part of the staff, especially when I wear-” You pause to unzip your backpack, taking out your dress coat before continuing, “this.” “Ok. Don’t get mad at me if you end up on Naver again.” “I won’t, plus I can sleep through all the noise in your room probably, shouldn’t be that bad.” You proudly proclaim, flaunting your skills at sleeping anywhere, anytime.

You come to regret those words, however, as Jieun’s dressing room was much…much louder than you expected, filled with the chatter of a dozen staff, on top of the never-ending sound of the blowdryer. While normally you could sleep through it, the room that Jieun was assigned didn’t come with a couch, forcing you to attempt to sleep in a loveseat. “I told you it was gonna be loud.” Jieun lectured, “You didn’t listen.” 

“I didn’t know it was gonna be this loud, but it’s fine.” You replied. “I’m gonna go out to perform soon, behave, ok. Don’t go wandering around.” 

“What are you, my mom?”

“I’m serious, you could get arrested because they think your sneaking in.”

“I’ll just walk around with a clipboard, that always works.”

“With your Korean? I don’t think so.”

“Please it’s not that bad. Is it?”

“What do you guys think?” Jieun asked the staff surrounding her.

“Horrible. The accent alone gives it away.” Her stylist responded, her words like a paper cut through your pride. The rest of her staff said the same, only adding even more paper cuts to an already damaged ego.

“Sheesh, I didn’t know it was that bad.” You reply, hurt. “It is. Now I gotta go, behave ok. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Jieun gets up to walk out, her staff following her, leaving you alone in the room. It was completely like your luck then, that nature begins to call, leading you to get up, and leave the room, defying your sister. You begin to walk aimlessly around the hallways of the studio, looking for the bathroom, passing by various doors with stars names on it. 

Five minutes of looking yield no results, and you’re as lost as ever. You finally decide to just ask someone, walking to the nearest door to ask, and open the door with a sign that had the word or amalgamation of letters ‘IVE’ on a placard. It was then that you realize that you forgot to knock, in your hurry to find the bathroom, and had stumbled upon a girls dressing room, with none other than Ahn Yujin in her underwear, her mouth wide open after having turned around to see you barging in on her.

You stare at each other for what seems like ages, but in reality probably only constituted a couple of seconds, before Yujin pounces on you, her lips welding themselves onto yours, the force nearly causing you to fall over, as she institutes the next phase of her mouth’s assault, sticking her tongue in. Overwhelmed by the sudden action, and the subsequent hormone rush, Yujin dominates until you muster up the coordination to detach yourself from the airlock she was creating with both lips.

“Really?” Is all your mouth can muster in terms of language, as panting takes precedence over anything else.

“I couldn’t think of anything else.” Yujin promptly replies before resuming her invasion of your mouth, though the break inbetween has provided you the initiative, as your tongue fights back while you use your left arm to close the door behind you.The door slams, giving you the signal to go all out as you grab her ass cheeks to carry her to the couch. Yujin is taken aback by the sudden loss of feeling with the ground, allowing you to insert your tongue into her mouth, catching her even further off guard. You spit in her mouth, a move to assert dominance, and detach upon arriving at the couch, throwing Yujin onto it as if she were a mere pillow. 

“I never expected you to be a KPOP Idol. Shouldn’t you be out there as well?” You say as you get on top of her, reaching around to unclasp her bra.

“I already performed, it’s our first-ahhhhhh!!” Yujin is unable to finish the sentence as your lips make a hard landing on her left nipple, the right hand doing what the mouth currently cannot do, imitating the tongue’s up and down motion on her right nipple. A couple seconds pass, and you switch, mouth on right nipple, left hand on left, as your right hand slides down to her kneecap, before sliding itself upward, pinky rubbing near the edge of her panty, the sensation eliciting a moan from her.

“Yourrrre…ahhh..sooooo….ahhhhhh..gooooood…” Yujin cannot finish her sentence, sensory overload kicking in as your right hand begins to rub the flower of her womanhood. Your left hand leaves her breast, to relieve your over hardened cock from its prison, fiddling with the buttons and zipper while you continue to suck and rub Yujin’s most sensitive parts. Finally, you’re able to pull your pants and boxers down, freeing your cock from the oppressive prison it was locked in. With that completed, you begin to move downward, kissing the lower part of her small breasts before moving down to her stomach, hands dragging her panties down in anticipation of the mouth’s arrival. Yujin’s moans increase in volume as you near her more private spot, and not wanting to get caught you cover her mouth, but are surprised when she musters the brainpower to take your fingers into her mouth, sucking on it.

The mouth finally arrives at its final destination, glistening and gushing with liquid. Her shaven pussy is a masterpiece, beautiful in every way shape or form, and now you get to taste it. You invite yourself in, flattening your tongue and taking a lick from her opening to her clit, Yujin moaning through your fingers in response. You begin to work your tongue inside her pussy, eliciting even more noises from Yujin, who looked completely overwhelmed with pleasure, panting like a dog in heat. You insert two of your fingers and slide them along her folds before joining the tongue inside her, pumping in and out of her cunt, exploring her tightness as you lick. Yujin breaks, her lower body raising itself up, slamming even further into your face as she squirts into it. Her orgasm doesn’t stop you from continuing to taste her, lips sucking on her folds as the tongue licks within. Her sensory overload reaches a new level of intensity, met with the loudest scream she’s given yet its high pitch music to your ears. 

When she finally recovers, you make your move, aligning your cock with her opening.

“Wait, no condom?” Yujin somehow musters up a sentence.

“I wasn’t expecting to have sex in a tv studio.” You reply.

“Be gentle, please. It’s my first time.” She cutely whimpers, before you push the tip inside, causing her to clench her teeth. You push your cock in further, blood dripping out. You begin to pullout, worried about her wellbeing, but she stops you.

“No it’s ok, push it all in at once, I was told it’ll end up hurting less that way.” Yujin instructs, and you oblige, pushing your entire rod inside her, resulting in Yujin screaming for a quick second before she covers her own mouth. 

“Did you have to be so fucking huge?!?!” Yujin complains.

“My dick gets this big just for you.” Your mind begins to falter in the face of the impossible tightness and wetness of her pussy, and you disregard the cheesyness of the statement. 

“So fucking cheesy.” She whines even more, though her blush and smirk reveal more about what she really thought about your comment than her words. Yujin continues, “Are you gonna move? Fuck me already!”

Her permission ignites a new fire in you, as you pull out nearly your entire cock, and roughly push it back in all the way, eliciting a silent scream from the girl. You take both of her long, smooth legs and put it over your shoulders while you thrust in and out, allowing you to get deeper inside. The pleasure of her tightness overwhelms any sort of thoughts your mind brings up about ensuring she feels good, the ape in you beginning to take over. In a last ditch effort, you move your hand to rub her clit before primal instincts take over and you thrust with an ever increasing vigor, going faster and faster attempting to chase your high. You hadn’t had sex in nine months, and you were gonna make the most of this moment. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, hhhn, more!” Yujin’s words egg you on, the girl finally adjusting to the giant rod inside her, hormones kicking in to provide pleasure she had never felt, pleasure that no amount of masturbation in her dorm could ever match, pleasure that gave an addicting high, and you were the one giving it to her. She screams and you bend down to kiss her in a vain attempt to keep her quiet. She wraps her long arms around your neck, hands on the back of your head as your tongues dance for supremacy. Not wanting to be outdone, and in chasing her high as well, she begins grinding her hips against yours, her walls closing in on you further, choking your cock and making it even harder to move in and out without her help. 

If this was her attempt to regain initiative, it was all for naught, as her pace falters, and you go into maximum overdrive, slamming your hips into hers, an audible slap reverberating in both of your ears. She sobs loudly, her walls contracting even further as she cums on your cock. 

You keep fucking her as hard as you humanely can, chasing your ever nearing climax, and she whimpers at the overstimulation.

“Fuck….too mucch..ahhh..” She slurs her words, but is able to kiss you again. 

Your mind is completely gone at this point, and her pussy’s reaction to the overstimulation causes you to cum, grunting as streaks of white paint her interior walls with baby batter. The high lasts for blissful seconds before your mind kicks back in, and so does Yujin’s. You both look down to realize what has happened and your speechless. You had never creampied someone before, and all you could do was look at Yujin’s sweaty body. She raises herself up to whisper in your ear,

“You better take responsibility.”

It is then that the door slams wide open, Jieun walking in to both you and Yujin, naked. 

#kpop smut #male reader #male reader insert #female idol smut #yujin smut #ahn yujin smut #izone smut #ive smut #izone #ive #ahn yujin

[tetsuwhore]

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Description: Atsumu and Osamu ‘helping’ their virgin bestfriend.

Warning: explicit content. loss of virginity. 

Length: 1.2k words

Part 1 (Kuroo, Oikawa, Akaashi)

there is no shame between you two. you two are very open when it comes to discussing the topic of sex, so it isn’t even weird when he starts complaining about the previous night and how it took him a ‘whole five minutes’ of jerking off to cum

you scoff, immediately shooting back that for the average woman, it takes much, much longer than ‘a wHoLe fiVe mINuTeS’

but when you mindlessly add something about how you’ve never been able experience any pleasure while fingering yourself anyway?

that’s when his ears really perk up

now the gears are grinding in his head - the way Atsumu thinks of it is, why wouldn’t it make sense for him to offer to help you with your little ‘problem’? 

with his fair share of experiences, not only has he had plenty of open conversations with past partners about how they like being touched, but he’s also had the practice to hone his technique

and, he’s good. he knows he’s good. so at least this way, Atsumu can guarantee that your first sexual experience is with someone who actually cares about your pleasure rather than with a partner who half asses it and leaves you unsatisfied

Atsumu: just sayin’ 😏  settin’ ain’t the only thing these fingers are useful for 😎 🤪 👅

You: kindly stfu and never speak to me again 🥰

ultimately though, you agree. even if Atsumu goes about the whole ordeal with his usual smug demeanour, you know he’s still your best friend, and you can trust that he’s going to take good care of you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You don’t know what’s more embarrassing - the squelching sounds of Atsumu’s fingers pumping into your slopping cunt, or the high-pitched cries that he’s luring out of your lips. Either way, it’s not like you have the current mental capacity to care anyway. 

Not when you’re too busy grinding your clit against his calloused palm, all while the tips of his digits continue abusing that spongy spot inside you. The sensation is so delicious, so different from all those nights spent alone, just you and your own fingers. No, Atsumu’s are longer, bigger; they’re stretching you out to accommodate the thickness.  

And he knows exactly how to use them, curling and prodding just right, until...

“‘Tsumu… I-I’m-” 

Atsumu chuckles when you begin writhing around involuntarily, nails frantically gripping for purchase on his tensed arm. He allows you to curl into him, pulling your form closer to his broad chest as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and sob out soft whines of his name. 

“Mhmm, just like that,” he murmurs into your ear, voice uncharacteristically gentle, “Relax, relax, I got ya.”

His fingers only cease their movements when you weakly tug at his arm, coaxing him away from your overstimulated core.

“So... I’d ask if it was good, but from all that squirmin’ and moanin’, I guess it’s safe to assume it was?”

Cracking your eyes open to the sight of a smug smirk on his face, you shoot him a glare as you huff.

“Fuck you, Atsumu.”

Your breath chokes up in your throat when he grunts in response, tone serious, “I could, yanno. Give ya a taste of what a real man can do. At least before ya end up with some loser who shows ya a half-assed fuck that barely makes ya shiver.” 

Atsumu grins when you slowly nod, visibly gulping as you watch his hands unbuckle his belt to free the large bulge in his boxers. 

“Hmm, maybe if ya cum nice and hard on my cock like a good girl, I’ll reward ya by usin’ my tongue next.”

even if you’re close friends with Osamu, it’s still unlikely that he’s all that open about his sex life. therefore, you may not regularly have conversations about his past hookups (or your lack of them)

what you do know, however, is that he’s not quite the inexperienced virgin that people often picture him to be when they compare his outward image to that of Atsumu’s

which is why you’re not too worried about Osamu refusing to help when you approach him about you wanting to learn how to give someone a handjob

at first, he brushes you off, saying you could always just learn from porn

you both know he’s not actually serious - porn, with its glamourized visuals and performative nature, probably wouldn’t be the most realistic source to learn from

eventually, Osamu relents, sighing something about how he’d generously lend you his expertise so you don’t ‘end up accidentally breaking some dude’s dick off’

though, he would stipulate that since you were going to see him orgasm, it was ‘only fair’ that he got to watch you too. he suggests that you could simply limit it to masturbating in front of him if you didn’t want to go any further

Osamu knows how scary the vulnerability of having your first sexual experience can be, and he reasons that by doing this, he can help you learn to grow a little more comfortable with it

so when it comes to actually carrying out your request, he’s gentle with you, offering quiet instructions and reassurances as you hesitantly handle his weighty cock in your hand

and if you’re still a little shy when it’s time to fulfill your end of the bargain? Osamu’s already prepared with another solution, one that he’s sure you’ll enjoy immensely

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“If yer not gonna do it,” you hear him say, “why don’t ya let me?”

Your shaky fingers still, slipping out of your core. If you thought you were embarrassed before, it’s only gotten worse now, a flashing heat crawling up your neck as you fully comprehend what Osamu’s suggesting. 

You wait a moment, allowing a second to pass, and then another. Swallowing it in, gaining some semblance of composure. Then, you nod.

“Mhmm, ‘kay. Want my fingers or tongue?”

Now this was too much. You’re thankful that your eyes are shut, because facing your best friend now surely would’ve made you combust. With whatever courage you can muster up, you stammer your answer.

“T-Tongue, ple-please.”

You barely even have time to inhale, because now you can feel his hot breath fanning across your cunt, and you oh- you can’t even squirm anymore because his strong arms are holding your thighs down to the bed, and oh- oh- he’s licking.

He’s licking, tongue swiping up from your dripping slit, curling all the way to your swollen clit. Osamu’s pace is lazy, languid, and yet, it’s teasing all the right spots, prodding your sensitive bud over and over in a repetitive motion that makes you tangle your fingers into the sheets so you don’t lose yourself entirely.

“F-Fuck, ‘Samu, th-that feels... sooo much better than, ah- than my fingers…”

Your eyes widen when you feel him chuckling against you, the vibrations running straight to your core. Daring to glance down, you see Osamu’s grey head lift up as his dark eyes lock on yours. They’re mischievous, just like the slight grin on his face. Your breath hitches when his tongue darts out, licking the slickness coating his lips.

“Don’tcha worry. By the time I’m done with ya, yer never gonna be able to go back to just ya fingers.”

#atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu smut #osamu smut #haikyuu smut #atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines

[storiesforallfandoms]

the girl next door ~ rodrick heffley;diary of a wimpy kid

word count: 1675

request?: yes!

waaaavyguurl “hey! could you do a rodrick heffley imagine where in rodrick rules the fem!reader has just moved in a house next to the heffley’s and she’s in maths class with rodrick. she’s kinda a genius, so he asks her to help him with hw and they start dating ?? maybe with an insert of greg who understands they’re together when he sees them dancing at the party ?? thank u <3″

description: in which rodrick falls for the smart girl next door

pairing: rodrick heffley x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

His mother had been adamant about the entire Heffley family going to greet their new neighbors just a day after they moved in. Susan spent the whole night making brownies, with Manny’s “help”, and had them boxed up and ready to go the next morning.

“What if they’re allergic to brownies?” Greg asked after Frank had to literally drag him out of bed.

“They’re made from scratch, so the only allergies in it are dairy and gluten,” Susan responded.

“Why couldn’t this have waited till tonight?” Rodrick groaned. “Give them some time to breathe before we scare them off.”

“If we wait too long we’ll look like rude neighbors!”

Rodrick rolled his eyes. He was sure none of the other people on the block had went to meet the new neighbors yet, but there was no talking Susan Heffley out of something once she set her mind to it.

She made the boys dress up in their nicest clothes, which for Rodrick was a pair of jeans without holes in them and a plain black t-shirt, before they made their way across the street. Rodrick let out an annoyed sigh as Susan knocked on the door and they waited.

A girl that looked about Rodrick’s age answered the door. Rodrick couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter as her eyes wandered over the family before her. “Uh...hi?”

“Hello!” Susan greeted. “We’re the Heffleys; I’m Susan, this is my husband, Frank, and my boys, Manny, Greg, and Rodrick. We just wanted to come over and welcome you and your parents to the neighborhood with some homemade brownies!”

“Nice to meet you,” the young girl greeted. “I’m (Y/N). You guys actually just missed my parents. They both work morning shifts, they won’t be home until sometime this evening.”

Rodrick held back his desire to tell his mother “I told you so”.

“Wait, so you’re here by yourself?” Greg asked. “That’s so cool!”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I appreciate the gesture none the less, and my parents will, too. I’ll tell them you stopped by, they’ll probably invite you guys back for dinner sometime.”

“That’d be great!” Susan said. “We’ll wait for your call!”

Greg and Manny were the first to break away from their parents, excitedly running back to the house to play video games and watch cartoons like they normally did on a weekend morning. Susan chased after Manny, telling him not to run across the street without her, while Frank just silently left. Rodrick stayed a moment, trying to think of something to say to (Y/N).

“I-I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday,” he finally managed to say, immediately cringing at the stupid thing he decided to say.

(Y/N) smiled at this, though, and responded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday. It’ll be nice to already know a friendly face.”

Rodrick smiled back and nodded. (Y/N) closed the door as Rodrick turned away, silently celebrating to himself before joining his family back at the Heffley household.

~~~~~~

That Monday, Rodrick tried not to seem too obvious as he looked around for (Y/N) at school. He couldn’t hide his disappointment when he couldn’t find her the first half of the day.

When she walked into his sixth period math class, Rodrick smiled widely and waved at her. She smiled back and quickly sat in the empty seat next to him.

“Hey! I finally found you!” she said. “This school is so big, and there’s so many people!”

“Yeah, it is pretty big,” Rodrick responded, lamely. “How have your classes been so far?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “They’re, you know, classes. I feel like I can’t form an opinion on anything yet.”

Before Rodrick could ask anymore questions, the teacher came in to start the class.

Math class always dragged on, but that day it felt like it was going at a pace even slower than a snail. Rodrick wanted nothing more than for the class to just end so he could talk to her more.

“The answer is six,” (Y/N) whispered to herself.

Rodrick looked over at her. “What?”

(Y/N) looked at him. Her face was confused at first until she realized she had spoken out loud. Before she could respond, the teacher asked, “Do you two have something to add Miss. (Y/L/N)? Mr. Heffley?”

The two exchanged a look before (Y/N) responded. “The answer to the equation is actually six. You mixed up on your second to last calculation.”

A snicker came from her classmates as the teacher rolled his eyes at her. “I can assure you my calculations are correct Miss. (Y/L/N).”

“I’m not saying they’re all wrong, just the second to last calculation.” (Y/N) rose from her seat and made her way to the whiteboard. “May I?”

“Oh sure, since you know everything.”

(Y/N) ignored his sarcastic tone and erased everything that was on the board except for the starting equation. Rodrick watched as (Y/N) rewrote the entire equation down to the last step, in which she changed the workings to equal six.

The entire room seemed to hold their breath as (Y/N) turned to their teacher. He had a blank expression on his face before letting out a sigh. “Okay, I see your point. Well done Miss. (Y/L/N), now go sit down.”

(Y/N) returned to her seat next to Rodrick, her cheeks tinted pink.

When class finally ended, Rodrick and (Y/N) left together. “That was so impressive! You’re, like, a math genius.”

“My parents have been teaching me basically since I was born,” (Y/N) explained. “They basically made me an overachiever since birth.”

“That’s cool, though. Maybe you could help me with my homework sometime.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Yeah! I’d love to!”

~~~~~~~

Rodrick watched (Y/N) talk to some friends in the living room from his spot in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile when she laughed at whatever one of the girls had said.

(Y/N) had really opened up in the months following her moving in. She had gained a great group of friends and had opened up a lot to the people in their grade. She was no longer the shy new girl, but now the smart, semi-popular girl that everyone loved.

“How long till you tell mom and dad about (Y/N)?” Greg asked as he came to stand next to his big brother.

“Disintegrate child,” Rodrick hissed. “Wait, how do you know about me and (Y/N)?”

Greg scoffed. “Come on, Rodrick. You’ve never looked at a girl the way you look at her, among other very obvious tells. You are totally in love with her.”

“Whoa, whoa. Back it up little bro. In love is a strong word. I like her a lot at the most.”

“Like who a lot?”

(Y/N) walked up to the brothers and threw an arm over Rodrick’s shoulder. He felt his heart starting to race at just her close proximity, and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face knowing she was there next to him.

Okay, maybe I love her a little bit.

“What lucky girl has taken little Rodrick’s heart?” (Y/N) continued with their “friends” bit.

“You can drop it. Greg knows about us.”

(Y/N) sighed with relief as she dropped her arm from Rodrick’s shoulder. “Good. There was no way I was going to be able to pretend that Rodrick liked someone else. I was sure I was gonna crack.”

Rodrick wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and kissed her forehead. (Y/N) leaned into his embrace, a dreamy smile on her face as she peered up at her boyfriend. Greg looked between the two of them, an amused smile on his face.

“I’m happy for you guys,” he said. “But, just remember (Y/N), you could do so much better than Rodrick.”

Rodrick untangled himself from Greg just long enough to feign a threatening punch. Greg took off as soon as Rodrick’s hand went up, disappearing into the crowd of party people around him. Rodrick shook his head and rolled his eyes as (Y/N) laughed.

“He’s smarter than you give him credit for,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Don’t give him too much credit, it’ll go to his already massive sized head,” Rodrick warned her.

(Y/N) laughed before giving Rodrick a quick peck on her lips. “So, Greg has already figured us out. When do we tell your parents?”

Rodrick sighed as he pulled (Y/N) tightly against them. “Realistically, they’re the next step. I don’t need Greg having anything else he can hold over my head as leverage or blackmail. But...I really don’t want you to meet them. Not because I don’t think they’d like you, they already love you more than they love the three of us. It’s just...mom is super overbearing, especially with girlfriends. The last one I had that I brought to meet them, mom straight up asked her if she planned to ever have kids and get married after graduating high school.”

(Y/N) covered her mouth to try and stifle the laugh that came out. She had met Susan Heffley a few times in passing when doing homework with Rodrick, and even in the few times she had met Rodrick’s mom, she knew that Rodrick’s story was not an exaggeration.”

“Dad is just boring,” Rodrick continued. “He doesn’t do much besides work and collect figurines. He’ll probably ask you if you’ll talk me out of being in the band and actually doing something with my life.”

(Y/N) leaned into Rodrick again. “I won’t push you. You have your reasonings for not wanting me to meet them, and I understand those reasonings. But, just so you know, they’re not gonna chase me away from you. I’m in this for the long haul, Heffley. You’re stuck with me until you get tired of me.”

Rodrick smiled and kissed (Y/N) again. “I’ll never get tired of you, (Y/L/N).”

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley imagine #rodrick heffley x reader #Devon Bostick #devon bostick imagine #devon bostick x reader #Diary of a Wimpy Kid #diary of a wimpy kid imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[waka-chan-out]

may i request shower sex with sakusa? ive been living with this thought in my brain for so long

Shower Sex

sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

i swear every request gets better. thank you for this one, anon! it was fun to write.

disclaimer: in a realistic shower sex scenarios you’d need a whole lot of lube and have a hard time not slipping. that being said, this is fanfiction and i have spared you all from th technicalities :)

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.6k

content warning: established relationship, shower sex (obviously), unprotected sex, brief oral (m. receiving), mentions of masturbation

It had been two days since you found out Kiyoomi was holding out on you. You were genuinely of the impression that the man didn’t masturbate. It sounded so stupid in your head now. Of course he did. Everyone did. But you had never caught him and never heard him talk about it so it didn’t even cross your mind.

But now you knew that when he was in the shower, he leaned his arm against the wall and thought of you. That image would be burned into your brain forever.

So you sat squirming on your comforter, hearing the running shower as he prepared to come to bed, and all you could think about was him pumping into his hand and biting back noise. You weren’t supposed to be home this early and he knew that. Maybe he was innocently showering, passing the time until you came home, but the thought that he wasn’t was eating away at your brain.

Fuck it.

He left the shower door unlocked. He always did. He didn’t have anything to hide, but you had never taken advantage of it beyond brushing your teeth.

“Babe?” he called, voice muffled by the running water. Fuck. His voice sounded strained.

You pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kiyoomi said, voice faltering in an incredulous laugh. A concerned expression settled onto his face, but you couldn’t take him seriously with the grin still sitting on his lips. He stared in disbelief as your clothes were quickly soaked through. You smiled at him.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hi. I didn’t know you were home.” The water ran over you as you stared at each other. He held his arms close to himself, curls flattened against his head and dripping. Glancing down, you could tell your thoughts earlier weren’t unwarranted.

“I was thinking about you at work all day.”

“Okay?”

“Omi. Do you understand? I was thinking about you,” you said. You broke eye contact and ran a hand down his slick chest. You trailed down until you reached his pelvis, sliding your fingers over to his hip instead. His stomach sucked in involuntarily, twitching under your touch.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked. His voice was fairly steady but his furrowed eyebrows gave him away.

“I was jealous,” you said, sliding a thumb over his hip bone. He swallowed hard.

“Of what?”

“Your hand.”

“Shit.” Kiyoomi leaned against the wall and groaned. “I regret telling you about that.”

You grinned up at him.

“I don’t,” you said. You let your hand continue traveling along his slick skin until you wrapped a hand around him. His eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled heavily. You just barely moved your hand, touch light and teasing. “Why do you keep this to yourself, Omi?”

“I don’t—” he breathed, gaze returning to your face. “God, you’re soaked.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“You’re gonna freeze.”

“Then warm me up.” You pushed into him and kissed him hard, laughing to yourself as his hands gently settled on your shoulders. He leaned back and brought you both fully into the stream of water.

It was hard to kiss while being bombarded by heat and inhaling steam, but you both made do. He licked gently into your mouth, still seeming to hesitate even with your enthusiasm. You pressed kisses along his jaw, rivulets of water passing from his body to yours. He let out a shallow breath and tangled a hand into the fabric of your shirt.

“Take these off or you’re going to get sick,” he mumbled. You nipped at his ear and smiled against his skin.

“Fine,” you said. You pushed down your work slacks and kicked them to the side of the tub. He looked a little surprised at your eagerness, but the look of shock on his face grew as you dropped to your knees.

“Wait, I -- oh, fuck.” He sighed as your lips wrapped around him, one hand bracing against the wall and the other settling on top of your hair. You took him into your mouth. It was a little hard to breathe as water ran over your face, but you ignored the feeling. You continued following his instructions as he hit the back of your throat, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and unhooking your bra.

“Jesus,” Kiyoomi muttered, staring down at you. You continued moving up and down his length, adding pressure with your tongue as you went. You looked up as you buried him in your mouth once more. His eyes grew wide as they met yours, and you saw his eyebrows furrow.

“Shit,” he said viciously, tugging on your hair a bit. “Get back up here.” You released him and grinned as you stood. Your face was slick with water and saliva, and his eyes darkened as you wiped at it. “Turn around,” he said. You complied happily, relishing in the way his hands gripped you. One grasped at your hip, the other pushed at the back of your neck so you were pressed against the shower wall. You laughed lightly as you felt him pressing between your legs.

“Hold on, Omi,” you said. He relaxed his grip.

“Are you alright?” he asked. You grabbed onto the shower rod with one hand and used a foot to move your clothes under your feet.

“I’m fine. Just needed to readjust a little.” You turned your head to the other side and tightened your grip. “Now fuck me already.”

“Jesus.” It sounded like he used all the breath in his lungs to gasp out that one word. He grabbed one of your legs and moved it so it was propped up on the lip of the tub. He used the other hand to line himself up with you, then grasped the shower rod right next to your hand. Without much hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, making a strained noise as he buried himself fully in you. You pressed your forehead against the wall and groaned.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grumbled, slowly starting to grind into you.

“Better than your hand?” you teased. You were breathless and a little cold, but you couldn’t help teasing him. He let out a haggard laugh.

“Shut up.” You could hear the smile in his voice even as he began moving faster, pushing you harder against the linoleum wall. He had never taken you standing before, wanting to keep you comfortable, but something about the way your legs ached and he desperately gripped both you and the shower made your brain go fuzzy.

His pace picked up and he grabbed your jaw in his hand, forcing your back to arch as he pulled you against him. He was breathing directly in your ear, sending shivers down your shoulders as an aching heat began blooming below your stomach.

“Fuck, Omi,” you whined, reaching your free hand back to bury in his hair. This seemed to spur him on. His hips somehow moved even faster and the fingers that gripped your jaw slid up and into your mouth, focusing it to hang open. His other hand lifted away from the shower rod, skimming down your body and stopping between your legs. He began circling your clit with two quick fingers. You let out a gasp as he forced you to climb faster.

“Come with me,” he groaned against your ear. You nodded eagerly, mouth lax around his fingers. His breathing began ending in curses, huffing against the back of your neck. You shivered and your hand tightened in his hair.

“Oh fuck,” Kiyoomi grumbled. Your grip in his curls seemed to be the last straw for him. Your breathing came in gasps as his arms locked around you. His hips stuttered out of time and his voice came out in loud swearing. His hand continued moving on your clit, sending you over the edge close behind him. You both froze against each other for a moment, suspended in time as your eyes locked shut and you rode out your highs.

Kiyoomi’s face fell against your shoulder as he loosened his grip on you. You could feel him start to laugh through his panting. You gasped as he pulled out of you, then smiled. As your head cleared, you noticed you were both shaking.

“Oh, fuck,” you said. You turned around, holding a hand up into the stream of water.

“I blame you,” he said, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He shivered and wrapped his arms around you, trying and failing to rub warmth back into your body. “Now we have to take a cold shower.”

“We?” you laughed. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and held you tightly.

“I’m not letting you out until we’re both clean.”

“Omi, we’re gonna freeze to death!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you interrupted my shower.”

You hit his arm playfully.

“Really, you are welcome to do that again,” he said. He pulled away from you and grinned, planting a quick kiss on your lips. “Just, warn me first so I can save you some hot water.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi smut

[kiribakuhappiness]

drabble idea! who said "i love you" first, and what were they doing?? 👀

(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt) I started following the prompt and then it totally spiraled...

It was an accident.

A fucking accident.

It slipped out so casually, tumbled out of his mouth so effortlessly, felt as natural as breathing or shitting or eating or sleeping - it was an accident.

Kirishima halted halfway out the door with his hero-suitcase clutched tight in one hand, and Bakugou's entire body stiffened as soon as he registered in his groggy early-morning brain what it was that he had just said out loud.

Fuck. It was a fucking accident!

He wasn't ready to have that kind of a talk yet, he wasn't ready to deal with all of the bullshit that would no doubt come as a result from it, he wasn't ready to be in love. Not yet. Not right now. Not with Kirishima.

Kirishima glanced over his shoulder back into the apartment, and Bakugou used every ounce of the willpower that he had inside of him to force himself to keep cooking, force himself to not look back at him, force himself to pretend like he hadn't just said what he had just said.

But all that Kirishima responded with before he walked out the door was, "I'll text ya if I plan on bringing home dinner tonight, bro!"

And then he was gone.

Bakugou's muscles still felt tight, though, and his heart still felt like it was beating ridiculously fast somewhere deep inside his chest, but he forced himself to go about his own damn business. It was nothing - it had meant nothing.

It was just a fucking accident.

-

Kirishima didn't mind taking care of Bakugou when he was drunk.

Honestly, he was just relieved that his best bro had finally started to loosen the restrictive reins on his social conduct enough to even consider going out with the rest of their old classmates from Yuuei High.

It was nice to see him snicker and share snide remarks with Todoroki at the bar, and it was nice to watch him playfully goad Mina with teasing shoves to the shoulder at the pool table, and it was even nice to watch him knock the bottom of his beer bottle down on the top of Midoriya's and cause the foam to bubble up and spill out onto the table while everyone laughed at the display because at least he wasn't trying to kill anybody.

Kirishima didn't mind taking care of Bakugou when he was drunk.

He just didn't really know how he was supposed to respond when Bakugou said shit like that; a grunted whisper in his ear with a strong arm wrapped around his neck as the pair of them meandered down the empty night street back towards their apartment.

It probably didn't mean anything anyway. Bakugou was drunk; his words were slurring and his eyes looked cloudy and he tripped over his own feet every couple of steps. It didn't mean anything. It didn't mean what Kirishima wanted it to mean, he was certain of it.

"Eh?" Bakugou grunted louder when Kirishima didn't respond to that. He pressed harder into Kirishima's side, his bicep tightened around Kirishima's neck. "Didya fuckin' hear w-what I said, shitbag-hairstyle-shit?"

Bakugou reached across with his other free hand and pinched hard at Kirishima's flushed cheek, who couldn't help but snort as he tried to tilt his head away. Bakugou's arm squeezed around his neck and prevented him from going very far though.

"Yeah, I heard ya man," Kirishima huffed out, and he tried not to look at him, and he tried not to notice how tight his chest felt, and he tried not to think about it because Bakugou didn't mean it like that.

"Kay," Bakugou relented as he dropped his hand back down to his side again.

The pair of them continued back to the apartment in silence, save for the scuffing of their sneakers against the asphalt of the pavement, and Kirishima really didn't mind taking care of Bakugou when he was drunk.

He just wished that Bakugou would stop saying that if he didn't really mean it.

-

Once was an accident. Twice was a coincidence. Three times was a habit.

Or as Bakugou liked to look at it:

Once was a fluke. Twice was a mistake. Three times is the result of Enemy Action.

This was all Kirishima’s fault, really.

It was Kirishima’s fault for suggesting that they move in together after they graduated from Yuuei. It was Kirishima’s fault for insisting that they go together to buy all of those dumb household necessities like shower curtains and plates and matching fucking towels. It was Kirishima’s fault for always strutting around the apartment without his shirt on, it was Kirishima’s fault for always leaving the bathroom door cracked open when he was in the shower, it was Kirishima’s fault for always ruffling Bakugou’s hair whenever he walked by him sitting on the couch - it was all Kirishima’s fucking fault!

Bakugou stared at the black screen of his phone after the call had ended, stared at the tiny angry reflection of himself staring back at him, and his fingers tightened desperately on the edges.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Why did he keep fucking saying that shit? Why did it keep fumbling out of him like some kind of thoughtless instinct?

Why didn’t Kirishima ever say anything about it?

Todoroki blinked from beside him on the sidewalk as the afternoon rush of pedestrians scurried by like a school of fish avoiding an intrusive boulder settled in the middle of a river. "Did you just tell Kirishima that you loved him?"

Bakugou tensed. He glared at him out of the corner of his eye as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and continued on with their patrol. “As if. Get your damn ears checked, icyhot.”

“My yearly audiometry evaluation came back normal a few months ago,” Todoroki informed him unnecessarily. “You just told Kirishima that you loved him.”

Bakugou’s lip twitched into the start of an impatient snarl. “Fuck off, it ain’t any of your damn business!”

Todoroki considered this for a moment in silence before he asked, “Does that mean that you two are finally dating?”

Bakugou’s gaze snapped over to look at him with a challenging glare. “Dating?”

Todoroki nodded. “Finally.”

“Finally?!”

“Yes. It means after a long time, typically following a considerable delay or-”

“I know what it fucking means!” Bakugou chided, clenching his hands into fists. “The fuck would we be dating for?”

Todoroki blinked at him again like he wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to proceed with this conversation. Bakugou continued to glare at him as he waited for some kind of explanation, and he tried to ignore how sweaty his hands were or how hard his heart was hammering somewhere lodged up in his throat.

“Hold on,” Todoroki dug around in his pocket and pulled his phone out as the pair of them crossed through a busy intersection before he entered a number on speed dial and held it up to his ear. “Hello. Bakugou just asked me why he should date Kirishima, what was it you told me again?”

“What the shit?! Who the fuck are you talking to!?” Bakugou lunged for the phone in Todoroki’s hand, but a shard of ice shooting out of the pavement from the toe of Todoroki’s boot effectively prevented him from doing so. “You fucking bastard!”

“Ah. Right. Okay. Thank you,” Todoroki hung up the phone just as Bakugou rounded the jutting piece of ice and came to stand in front of him, looking murderous. Todoroki seemed incredibly unfazed by this as he relayed back to him, “Denki says that only bros who want to see their other bros dicks would act the way that you do around Kirishima.”

Bakugou was so blindsided by this blunt comment that for a moment the only thing he could do was look at him in stunned silence. Todoroki seemed incredibly unfazed by this, as well.

“Do you want to see Kirishima’s dick?” he asked very seriously.

...

Did he?!?

-

Kirishima didn’t know how much more of this he could realistically take.

Once was no big deal. An accident, a fluke, a half-awake brain grumbling a half-garbled sentence that didn’t mean anything. Twice was more of an annoyance, really. A coincidence or a mistake, a drunken statement no doubt uttered by hundreds of inebriated people on a nightly basis.

The third time it was so quick that Kirishima hadn’t even registered that it had even happened until about twenty minutes after the call had already ended.

So what though, right? Lots of people ended their calls like that. Usually when they were talking to a family member or a significant other, but Bakugou was his best friend and sometimes best friends said it too, so there shouldn’t be any reason for Kirishima to make a big deal out of it.

But there was no excuse for it this time, as Kirishima came to a sudden halt in the middle of the kitchen to stare incredulously across the counter at his roommate who had just come barreling out of his room like a man on an increasingly important mission. Bakugou stared back at him with a tightly clenched jaw and a set of narrowed eyes as though he were gearing up for a physical confrontation.

Kirishima blinked, and the base of his neck felt flushed and warm as the back of his shirt started to stick to his skin. He swallowed hard. “W...what?”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed further. “You heard me.”

Kirishima did hear him - has heard him say it four separate times now - and still, he had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that statement. Once was an accident, twice was a coincidence, three times was a habit. So what was Kirishima supposed to blame the fourth time on?

“You gonna say it back, or what?” Bakugou challenged him with a defiant lift of his chin as though he had something to prove.

Kirishima’s hands tightened on the bowl he’d almost forgotten he was even holding on to. He couldn’t say it back, he couldn’t. Not when Bakugou didn’t mean it like that, not after how long he’s spent lying awake at night in his room fantasizing about this very moment, not if Bakugou was just going to take it all back and pretend it had never even happened in the first place.

Bakugou shifted awkwardly on the other side of the counter, restless and fidgety and growing more impatient with each second that passed, before he huffed angrily and spat out again, “I said I fucking love you. Now are you gonna fucking tell me that you love me too, or not?”

Kirishima’s eyes widened like saucers and his fingers clenched harder on the bowl. “You... love me?”

Bakugou’s shoulders tensed but he refused to back out, stubborn and steadfast and ready to go down swinging. “How many more damn times you need me to fucking say it?”

Kirishima continued to blink at him, vaguely aware of how fast his heart was racing somewhere far away, vaguely aware of how his entire body seemed to thrum chaotically down to its very core, vaguely aware of how warm his chest felt as he replayed all of the past incidents.

Murmured in the domestic hush of early morning in front of a sizzling breakfast. Whispered in the contented aftermath of a rambunctious night out with friends. Uttered in the casual routine of a midday check-up following a planned inquiry for a shared dinner later that night.

And now here. Stated bluntly and directly so as not to be misinterpreted as any kind of accident, or coincidence, or some type of forced habit. A declaration and a confession all wrapped up in one white-knuckled challenge.

“Well?” Bakugou snapped as his chest heaved with every harsh breath. “If I have to say it again, I will. If I have to say it a million fucking times for you to get it through your thick skull then I fucking will. I said I fucking love -”

Kirishima couldn’t possibly have waited for him to finish as he surged across the room, dumping his abandoned bowl carelessly onto the counter before he crashed his lips down hard onto Bakugou’s, who stuttered and stumbled at the sudden intrusion into his space before he pushed back with just as much enthusiasm.

And even though Kirishima couldn’t possibly get the words out past all of the frantic movement of their eager lips, his heart thumped painfully with each thought flitting through his mind that he was certain Bakugou could hear loud and clear:

I love you, I love you, I love you.

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Phone Call Anxiety

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When wanting to make quality merch, one needs a quality team there to produce and work on quality ideas. Great minds think alike. Great eyes see alike and great hands make alike - the three keys to the formula of creating a clothing line that will be fashionable and up to his brand. Luckily, Corpse knows just who to call.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, I absolutely loved the idea! Sorry you’ve had to wait for it to be turned into a fic for so long, but I still hope you come across it and give it a read in which case I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

He’s not a fan of phone calls. Anyone who knows him even remotely is very well informed on Corpse’s distaste for phone calls and upholding a conversation over the phone. He’d even go as far as to say talking to a person face to face is less stressful for him than that previous option.

But still, seeing as how the person he’s trying to reach lives in a different state and is rather busy all the time, arranging an IRL meeting is basically impossible at the moment, and sending her a text results in running the risk of having the text overlooked or completely lost in the sea of notifications she probably gets on the daily.

Therefore, a phone call was his only proper way of reaching her. And it’s what’s got him pacing the room with his nervousness peaking.  He doesn’t know anything about this girl, nothing concrete at least. He was referred to her by Jack who brought her up in their passing conversation when Corpse mentioned how paranoid he was regarding his upcoming merch project. He specifically stated he doesn’t want anything basic and he wants the clothes to be fashionable, suitable for anyone no matter the age or gender and to be endurable. With all the love he has for his fans, he doesn’t want to give them anything less than what they deserve - the best.

“My friend’s the person you’re looking for.“ Jack said enthusiastically and confidently, “She helped me design the latest merch line I put out and I’ve never been more satisfied with my own merch. I’m planning on offering her a position in Cloak for her birthday. Make sure not to let that one slip out if you give her a call though.“ He warned half-jokingly. 

Bottom line, with that kind of intro, Corpse couldn’t help but let his interest be piqued. And so, he asked for this girl - Y/N’s contact info from Jack before he went to surf through her social media where she thankfully posted plenty of pictures of her creations, never failing to mention specifications in the caption of each picture so the viewers would get the perfect and most detailed idea of how high the standard for her work is.

And so he’s finally managed to talk himself into dialing her number that’s been sitting in his phone for weeks now. As he paces his living room, his nerves chewing him out like a dog would with a toy, listening to the ear piercing ring of the dial waiting to get picked up by the girl he’s trying to reach. 

Just then, Corpse’s head turns so that his eyes meet the glowing red numbers on his digital clock on his desk and he damn near hangs up the call right away - it’s half an hour past midnight. Fast as lightning, he removes the phone from his ear, his thumb flying over to press the red ‘end call’ button. Just then, a faint ‘hello’ reaches his ears, coming from the phone’s speaker. She’s answered the call.

He hurries to put the phone back up to his ear.

“Hey, sorry for taking so long to pick up, I ought to clean my desk eventually cause my phone was literally BURIED under a pile of papers.“ A cheerful sing-song voice rattles his stale and sleep deprived consciousness, as if awakening him from a half-dream state. “You’re either a wrong number caller or a last minute client, aren’t you? Need something done urgently?“

Corpse is taken the hell aback by her strong and downright awing first impression. Not to mention her energy at an hour unsuitable for calls. Lord knows he wouldn’t have picked up if her were in her spot. With the intention of not wasting any more of her time than necessary, he hurries to explain his situation. “Y/N, right? Um no, I’m neither actually. I was told about you by a friend, he said you were a real miracle-doer with fashion design.” He trails off for a second, not completely sure of how to hold this conversation, “Uh, sorry for the odd timed call, I lost track of time. I’ve been meaning to call you for hours now but I...I was nervous.” He cringes the second the word leaves his lips, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He doesn’t know why he wants to leave her with a great, better than realistic impression of himself but he does and as of now he deems his attempts as ultimate failures.

He hears her giggle from her end, rifling through what sounds to be papers, “Yeah, I’m her. And boy is it refreshing to get someone who’s calling with an actual purpose.” She sighs as if a weight’s been lifted off her shoulders, “And don’t worry about the phone call anxiety. Makes two of us, to be honest.”

This catches him off-guard. The last thing he’d expect is for this girl to have phone call anxiety. In fact, she appears to be a natural, God-given talent at carrying conversations and upholding chit-chat with people. Maybe he’s a little too quick to judge - probably, considering he’s ‘known’ her for less than five minutes and knows nothing but her occupation, her name and the state she lives in - but that bubbly persona she greeted him with gave off the impression that it’s immune to any and all kinds of social anxiety - or anxiety in general. To hear such an honest and counter-to-assumptions confession on her part rattles him a tiny bit. In a good way though.

“How does that work for you? Isn’t your whole job depending on your phone conversational skills?“ He doesn’t mind that he didn’t phrase that too perfectly or that he straight up blurted it out. He knows he’ll be understood. She’s obviously a person who understands. Not just something specific, but everything. She simply understands. How he drew this conclusion and how accurate it is, he may not know until further notice.

“Well...“ she sighs as if genuinely looking to give him a proper answer, “You see, after doing it for so long and having been caught off guard quite a few times with some absolutely absurd orders, I’ve grown prepared of literally ANYTHING and I have a line prepared for anything the caller has to say. I just no longer let them catch me off guard and it’s fine. Helps avoid any possible awkward silences.“

Corpse’s eyebrows shoot up, her explanation only raising more questions rather than providing answers. But he’s not gonna be the annoying dumbass asking those questions at close to 1AM and bugging her. After all, if she agrees to this partnership, they’ll be hearing and potentially seeing a lot more of each other soon. “Impressive, honestly. You’re gonna need to teach me sometime.“ He’s unaware he’s smiling until he catches his reflection in the window. However, he doesn’t bother hiding it. This conversation is actually making him feel good, serving as a reminder that he’s not the only one who periodically goes through turmoil over small things. 

She giggles again, this time the sound manages to draw a blush out of him, coating his cheeks, “I’d typically stray for revealing my secrets to professional success, but I’m willing to make an exception for you...” she pauses for a second as though she’s just now remembered something, “Oh shoot, I don’t even know your name.”

He wheezes out a nervous laugh, realizing he never introduced him, “Oh yeah, sorry, that’s my bad. My name’s Corpse, nice to meet ya.”

“Nice to meet you too, Corpse.“ Y/N replies, sounding pleased but teasing simultaneously, “Now tell me, you didn’t call me about my phone call secrets, did you? What may be the real purpose of your call?“

Oh shoot, he himself almost forgot what he was calling for. Luckily, the reference designs displayed on his computer screen remind him. “Right, well, I’ve been thinking of launching a new merch line either this month or the next, depending on how long the procedure will take, and I needed someone great on my team to make some merch actually worth the money people are paying for it. And, as I said, I was told you were in that ‘someone great’ category.”

“Told by who, if you don’t mind me asking?“ She briefly cuts him off, her voice now giving away the fact that she’s half-absent-minded in this conversation, added evidence be the ruffling of more papers on her end.

“Jack. I mean, Sean. You know, Jacksepticeye.“ Corpse explains, contemplating whether he should’ve ratted Jack out like that. Hearing the sound of delight Y/N lets out eases his worries ASAP though.

“Oh Gosh, I haven’t seen that cutie in so long! He’s like a brother to me so a friend of Jack’s is a friend of min-“ this time she cuts herself off so abruptly Corpse thought the line was cut or she hung up on him. She doesn’t let him wonder for long though, “Wait, wait, wait....Merch? And you’re friends with Jack?“ She pauses for a second once again, once again not a long enough second for Corpse to speak up. “You’re a famous YouTuber, aren’t you?“

He was completely unaware of the fact Y/N hadn’t realized he was someone famous yet. In fact, he didn’t think of it because he thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to her considering she’s friends with Jack-fucking-septiceye! In his mind, his ranking is far lower than Jack’s - despite that mindset being absurd - so the last thing he expected was for her to have some sort of impressed reaction to have been talking to him on the phone this whole time. Hell, she doesn’t even know his full YouTube name or what kind of content he produces.

“WAIT!“ She shouts urgently, startling him a tiny bit, “You’re Corpse Husband, aren’t you? Oh my God, yes you are, how didn’t I put it together sooner? Ah crap, I really need more coffee for this.“

“No! No, you need more sleep.“ Corpse hurries to correct her but is very clearly ignored or overlapped with the many sounds that are coming from her end, “What are you doing?“

“You’re getting the first rough sketch of a design by tomorrow morning.“ She says, taking a sip of whatever beverage she’s acquired for the purpose of keeping her awake, “You go ahead and get some sleep, I know exactly what I’m doing. Don’t worry about it.“

“I’m not worried about the design.“ He hurries to say before she, God forbid, hangs up on him, “It’s 1AM, woman, you need sleep! I don’t need those designs done by tomorrow. Hell, I don’t even need them this week!“

“You don’t, but I do.“ Y/N says, sounding almost breathless because of what seems to be overwhelming excitement, “You don’t get it - I’m designing merch for Corpse fucking Husband! You have any idea how crazy that is?“

“I personally would say it’s underwhelming. I mean, I’m no Pewdiepie, after all.“ He says, now sat at his desk with his free hand rubbing his temple as he stares at the designs he’s pulled up on his screen, ones he probably won’t need given that he’s now working with a professional.

“Oh, shut it.“ She chuckles, “Shut it and get some sleep, ok? I’ll talk to you in the morning.“

“Noooo...“ He leisurely stretches the word, “Tell me, Y/N, do you have Discord?” She clicks her tongue instantly, giving him a signal that the question he’s asked is bordering into the territory of ridiculous. He playfully rolls his eyes, “Alright then, lemme find you. If we’re partnering up on this, we’re both staying up.”

“You know you can just straight up tell me you don’t fully trust me with this? Like, I won’t be offended, I get it.“ She murmurs in-thought, the sound of clicking evident on her end. 

“You know you can just straight up tell me you don’t want me bothering you and want me to leave you alone?“ He mimics her statement, smirking to himself as he pulls up Discord, knowing he’s already won.

She huffs and tells him her Discord info, quickly adding a small comment, “...but only because great minds think alike. I know we’ll be getting along on this design pretty nicely.”

“Yeah, yeah, right, sure, whatever you say.“ He laughs, “Accept my friend request and let’s drop this phone call.“

“Hey! - um, before we do that, I just wanna say a quick thank you.“ Y/N murmurs quietly, as if half-hoping he doesn’t hear her.

“For what?“ Corpse asks, his brows furrowing, unsure if they’re on the same page about this gratitude.

“For never once triggering my phone call anxiety.“ She admits, “I mean, I know I said I have lines prepared for every conversation scenario possible, but you totally caught me off-guard.“ She giggles a tiny bit, now sounding dangerously close to nervous, “But, not in a bad way, if that makes sense. Sorry if it doesn’t, I need more coffee.“

“No, no, it does!“ He hurries to reassure her, “It really does. And thank you too. Thank you for, you know, tolerating my BS at this hour. God knows I would’ve ignored your call if our roles were reversed.“

He hears her scoff and can’t help but laugh, “Huh ok, I see.“ She says, sounding greatly triggered and mock-pissed at his confession, “I’ll make sure to think of that next time you call me after midnight. Or at all, ever.“

Laughing his butt off, the only thing Corpse can think of in this moment is:

Damn, this girl and I are gonna get along

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[sitp-recs]

The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand​ / Artwork by @razielim​

Harry/Draco (2021, Mature, 225k)

On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand.

“While I am naught but ghost when by your side,

A shadow o’er your radiance concealed,

Your burden to be seen and mine to hide,

I’d give to you my curse to be your shield.

Are we without the other incomplete,

Or bishops, forced to pass but never meet?”

As someone who a) hasn’t felt any interest in canon rewrites since the glorious Hermione’s Hogwarts Crammer and b) hasn’t read anything over 200k in pretty much a year, I spent the better part of last week utterly and completely absorbed in this fic. My initial idea was to only check 1-2 chapters to get a sense of it and go back once I had more time, next thing I knew I was devouring this as if there’s no tomorrow 😂 despite loving the castle I don’t read Hogwarts fics very often, and now I resent myself for almost forgetting how fun and moving it is to see Muggle Harry exploring the wonders and dangers of the Wizarding World for the 1st time.

It was amazing to see this version of him, witty, defiant, creative and excited to learn, guided by these equally fascinating versions of Draco and Hermione. Both characters are full of nuance and personality, each one with strong virtues and ugly flaws (except Luna - she’s flawless of course) and I’m amazed at how organically and realistically the character development and growing camaraderie were executed. Not to mention the fabulous supporting cast - smart and fierce Charlotte! Morally grey Dumbledore and McGonagall! Plus melancholique Snape, sympathetique Pansy, brave Neville, competent Cedric, and the genius Bard with his poignant love sonnet that inspired this rec banner. Each character feels distinct, complex and unique, and I’m gonna miss them now the Fellowship of the Ring (haha) is over.

For starters the plot is brilliant, simple yet not simplistic, engaging, exciting (did I mention there’s multiverse??? I die) and also effective thanks to alternating POVs and the masterful tension building. It takes a little bit for Harry and Draco to meet in this story, but when they do things are so well established you already know a storm is brewing and hell will break loose sooner or later. The pacing balances moments of calmness and urgency but you watch these two characters learn and change each other, all but waiting for that big reveal moment to come. And because we’re talking about stopping Voldemort, stakes are high and go way beyond the Drarry romance - which is soft in a heartbreakingly young way - and includes Draco’s own redemption arc as he rises to confront his fate.

This is getting too long (as always) but 2 things I need to mention are first, the stunning, vibrant and atmospheric art pieces created by Razielim for this fic - holy wow they capture the fic mood and aesthetics perfectly, and I’m so so pleased that I got to visualize my personal fave scenes. The second big shoutout goes to the delicious nostalgia I got out of all those 80s and 90s references, from movies to football to Sirius’ excellent taste in music without even showing up. On a personal note (honestly, what isn’t in this rec), Rumours by Fleetwood Mac is my all-time favorite album and seeing it in this story filled my heart with such warmth and longing, I suddenly felt seen and realized that this might as well have been written for me, which is such a heartwarming feeling ❤️

Reading this fic took me days but it definitely didn’t feel like 220k either. I’m impressed by how smoothly the narrative combined plot development, thrilling action and slow, tender romance. Every decision made sense and felt earned, leading us through an epic retelling with these characters that feel both foreign and familiar to us. I had a blast reading this, fell in love with these characters, and would love to see this fic getting more attention and praise, especially being the author’s second work in the fandom (and their first completed fic!). Now I’ve done my duty screaming about this, I’m off to check the other two :D enjoy!

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[arhvste]

❝ kuroo tetsurō - tetsuhoe ❞

in which kuroo is confused by the ‘playboy’ image pinned onto him after a practice match at fukurodani much to you, his long term girlfriends, amusement

tetsu week masterlist

“did you see the captains for nekoma’s team yesterday?”

“oh their tall middle blocker with the bed hair? he was something else!”

“i just know he’s got girls crawling all over him back at nekoma. i think i’m gonna transfer schools!”

your eyebrow raised in amusement towards the girls nearby who were mindlessly babbling on about a particular rooster headed captain you were familiar with.

the high praise he was recovering in your classroom would certainly give him an ego boost, realistically though, these girls couldn’t have been further from the truth; you were partially thankful for that.

akaashi took notice of your entertained expression as he took his seat beside you in the unsupervised classroom.

“ah,” he clicked his tongue gesturing towards the squealing girls. “they’re talking about kuroo-san when they had the practice match here yesterday.”

you nodded towards your own school teams setter and smiled. “listen to them.” you hummed as akaashi leaned a little further on his desk facing towards the small group of girls nearby.

“what was his name again?”

“i’m not sure, i never got the chance to go down and talk to him!”

“whatever his name is i know it’s one i want to scream”

“you’re so bad!”

akaashi cringed at the rawness of these girls vocabulary. so they thought kuroo was hot? why they couldn’t just word it like that and leave it at that, akaashi would never know. he turned to face you as you pulled your phone out to discreetly record the girls fussing over your boyfriend.

“y/n, isn’t that a little... intrusive?” akaashi quirked an eyebrow towards your smug expression.

“this isn’t an act of jealousy but rather amusement. besides, aren’t they being a little intrusive speaking about my boyfriend like this? tetsu’s gonna shit himself when he hears this, they’ve mischaracterised him completely.”

akaashi nodded before casting his gaze back over to the girls before looking back towards you while you were texting the very boy the girls in your classroom were raving about.

“aren’t you bothered by it?”

you laughed and shook your head firmly.

“no no! not at all, i can’t blame them for being head over heels for him i mean, i fell for him too didn’t i?”

“by some miracle.” akaashi shot back to which you scoffed before turning your attention back down to the device in your hands.

you made quick work of sending the video to your boyfriend and captioning ‘can i tell the girls your name? they want to know for when you have them scream it’ before shutting your phone off and going back to casual conversation with akaashi before the teacher entered and the class simmered down for work.

back at nekoma, kuroo was currently scrolling through the multiple automated notifications piling up on his phone until your name caught his eye. quickly tapping the screen to open snapchat, kuroo smiled softly at the sight of the little purple square under ‘pretty one <3’.

he wasted no time in pressing down on the video to watch whatever it was you had sent him. turning up the volume, kuroo’s eyes widened a little at the caption you had typed out to go along with the video.

“scream it?” he muttered quietly to himself but not quietly enough to miss kenma’s ears.

“what are you watching?” the bleached haired setter asked bordly.

“y/n’s sent me a video but i don’t really understand.” he mumbled pressing down on the outlines square to get the video to replay once more for kenma to see what he was talking about.

kenma’s face twisted into one of disgust as he feigned a gag to kuroo’s offence.

“is it that unbelievable others find me attractive?”

“it’s not even believable y/n finds you attractive yet alone other girls.”

“you wound me.”

“not physically so you can’t complain.”

kuroo snickered before sending back a picture of himself with a puzzled expression and a grossed out looking kenma with the caption ‘kenma didn’t appreciate the honest content, glad to know the girls at your school have working eyes though?’.

he frowned after shutting his phone off as kenma took a seat besides him on the bench besides the court.

“that was weird, i don’t come across as that type of boy do i?”

kenma shrugged and pulled his own phone out, his attention now divided between his bestfriend and his devices.

“not here you don’t. the girls at fukurōdani just sound annoying and superficial minus y/n obviously.”

kenma muttered, his fingers tapping across his own screen.

“well then, i don’t suppose it’s matters too much then. i hope y/n isn’t too bothered by it though, as much as i love the praise, i don’t want it from anyone but her in that sense.”

“whipped.” kenma tutted quietly as kuroo smiled.

“that, i am.”

a week had passed and the two of you had forgotton about the fuss that the girls in your class had made over kuroo. there was no practice match to attend, but bokuto had insisted yourself, kuroo, kenma and akaashi all come over for dinner by the request of his mother and sisters who had complained how they hadn’t seen the four of you for a while together.

kuroo and kenma (kenma begrudgingly however), agreed to meet the three of you outside the entrance of fukurōdani to join you on your journey back to the bokuto residence.

kenma was reluctant to stand out in what obviously wasn’t a fukurōdani school uniform, but kuroo didn’t mind. it wasn’t rare for students from neighbouring schools to wait for other students after school hours as friendship groups outside of schools obviously existed.

kenma was leaning against the wall of the school gates and kuroo was stood beside him texting the group chat that the two of them had arrived and were waiting for them outside. his attention on his phone and not to those around him, kuroo failed to noticed the high pitched shrills of excitement ringing through the air at the sight of him.

“it’s him! the nekoma captain!”

“i’m gonna talk to him this time, do i look okay?”

“you look fine but i’m the one who’s gonna get his number so don’t get in my way.”

“you can’t say that! it’s whoever he picks!”

by now, kenma had picked up on the bickering of the girls which he considered impressive because usually he’d be able to block out anything outside of his psp.

“annoying.” he muttered coldly before doing his best to turn his attention back to his game.

“hi!”

kuroos head snapped up and he was met with a small group of girls that seemed to be growing with each student that left the gates of the school.

“um... hi?”

his face twisted in confusion as he silently begged yourself, bokuto or even akaashi to come out the gates and rescue him.

“so, you played here the other day didn’t you? you were really good.” one girl praised, her index finger twirling around the front strands of her hair.

“obviously he is. we go to a powerhouse school.” kenma muttered sharply more to himself than anything but it didn’t fail to garner a few dirty looks from the girls. not that kenma could’ve cared less anyway.

“uh thanks. you guys are kinda blocking up the path, you might wanna uh, go home?” kuroo suggested his concern growing at the same rate the group of girls were.

other students were beginning to take notice and while some girls added themselves to the group, other student shot kuroo an apologetic glance to which he half smiled back to.

“this is our territory, we’ll go home when we get your number.” one girl boldly stated to which other girls agreed.

“my girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate it.” he stated matter-o-factly.

the girls faces pulled in disgust and others humour while the ‘leader’ of the group scoffed.

“you don’t have a girlfriend. boys like you don’t settle so just give a few of us your number and eventually you’ll fall for one of us, although it’s more than likely going to be me.”

“actually, i’ve fallen for a girl already and i’ve fallen in deep. there’s no pulling me out so you might aswell run along no? are your parents not worried as to why you’re coming home so late?”

kuroo was growing more irritated than amused by now and he wanted nothing more than your hand in his at that very moment.

“stop lying and just give it to us. why do you treat the nekoma girls differently from us?”

“kuroo-san treats all girls other than y/n, his girlfriend of over a year differently. you’re not deprived so i suggest taking your leave before you cause any more disruption to anyone else.”

“akaashi!” kuroo smiled thankfully to which akaashi only nodded curtly before allowing you to walk by him wide smile drawn across your face.

“tetsu! kenma! i’m so glad to see you both!” you shoved past the shocked girls as you pulled yourself into kuroo’s arms as he happily accepted the gesture.

“i’m relieved to see you kitten.” he replied, the nickname stirring loss over the rest of the girls.

“whatever, you weren’t that hot anyway.” the main girl huffed purely out of embarrassment because not only had she been outdone by yourself, been rejected in public, but she’d also been told off by akaashi and his cold and flat tone did nothing to sugar coat the scolding.

“lying is a bad habit you know!” bokuto added earning a soft laugh from you.

if the girls weren’t embarrassed before, they certainly were now seeing as their own schools captain was now joining in.

“let’s just go.”

the girls filed down the street, embarrassment and regret written across their faces.

“why did you take so long?” kuroo whined as he pulled away to look at you.

“well, if there wasn’t a group of girls rushing through the halls to go see the ‘hot captain from before’ blocking the hallways, i would’ve been faster coming out.”

“i’m just glad you’re here now.” he smiled as the four of you began to walk down the street towards bokuto’s house.

“we’ve never had another captain stir so much commotion before, you must’ve really caught their short minded attention.” akaashi commented as kuroo told you all about the comments about him not having a girlfriend were made.

“yeah tetsuhoe.”

“what did you just call me?”

you snickered as you squeezed his hand.

“you heard me womaniser.”

kuroo groaned as kenma smirked at your teasing.

“you’re the only woman i want.” he sighed as bokuto awed at the two of you.

“yeah? good to know, glad i’m special enough for your attention.” you teased further as the others slowly began to join in much to kuroo’s dismay.

feigning annoyance was hard to do around you, but kuroo was just glad you weren’t bitter over the whole situation. he knew you knew you were the one for him.

playboy reputation or not, kuroo was happy just knowing you were confident in your postion in his heart.

and he’d be sure to remind you the next time he got you alone.

dt - @aislastetsu

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[lesbobiwan]

bounty (boba fett x reader)

rating: explicit

pairing: boba fett x female reader

summary: you come to boba to make one of your fantasies a reality. he has a few conditions first.

warnings: predator/prey kink, pretending to be a bounty, probably unsafe sex bc yall fuck in a forest but we dont need to talk about it, light choking, name calling, everything is safe sane and consensual, breeding kink

You’re breathing too loud in the quiet of the forest. You know that your pants echo through the woods and that you’re being too careless as you run, but you couldn’t care less. 

The only thought going through your mind is to run. You know there’s a small village up ahead. If you can just break through the edge of the forest, you can find somewhere to lay low. Maybe a shopping center? 

A twig snaps behind you.

You curse, still too loud for the peace and quiet of the forest. He’s toying with you now.

The great Boba Fett would never be stupid as to step on a twig. He’s close, and he wants you to know it. Was he ever far, or was he just letting you tire yourself out in a futile attempt to get away from him?

And tire yourself out you have. Your thighs ache and your lungs burn. You’ve never ran this much before in your life. Adrenaline pumps through your body, but you’ve always been a realist at heart. 

You can’t last much longer.

Another snapping of foliage. 

You can hear his footsteps now. Fear, despite your best efforts, shoots down your spine. 

Stars, why are you doing this? All you wanted was to get fucked, maybe put into binders and act like he had a puck on you.

Oh, right.

“If you want to get fucked like a bounty,” Boba had told you just before he sent you running, “You’re going to run like a bounty. Now go.”

“You done running, girl?” His voice booms through the trees, sounding entirely unaffected as though he wasn’t running through the forest after you. “Or am I going to have to mess up your pretty face to bring you in?”

Arousal simmers low in your gut. Stars, he’s really getting into this thing, isn’t he?

“Fuck you!” You spit over your shoulder, picking up the pace in hopes to drag out the chase a little longer.

You’re not ashamed to admit that the idea of being hunted has you soaking through your panties.

Boba chuckles, sounding much too close for comfort, “Don’t give me any ideas.”

Shit. 

A gloved hand closes around your bicep and jerks your body to a stop.

A yelp escapes you before you can stop it. 

A second hand clasps over your mouth.

“Don’t scream,” he whispers in your ear, voice distorted through the helmet, “If I let you go, will you cooperate?”

“Fuck you!” Your voice is muffled from the meat of his palm. “Let me go!”

His amused demeanor vanishes. Boba wedges foot behind the backs of your knees and sends you sprawling to the ground with a shove.

It’s not rough, but it’s definitely enough to have you dazed. You barely have time to blink before he’s on you again. 

He flips you onto your stomach with a show of strength that has you fighting back a moan and straddles the backs of your thighs to keep you in place.

“What the fuck are you —”

“Quiet,” Boba hisses, strong hands grabbing you by the wrists to pull them together at the small of your back. The binders that snap around your wrists are cold, but not the reason for the goosebumps that spread across your skin.

You hope he doesn’t realize the way you rub your thighs together.

“You’ve got a smart mouth,” Boba pants into your ear. His cock is hard against your ass. “’S that what got you in this situation, huh?” 

You almost scoff. He knows that its your mouth that got you in this situation.

“You mouth off to the wrong person and get a bounty put on you?” He continues, subtly grinding his erection into your ass. 

You can’t help it. A moan escapes you and you push back against him.

“Oh,” Boba sounds amused, damn him, “Is that what you do? Fuck the sorry son of a bitch that tries to take you in?” He presses his hips harder against you.

“Please!” You gasp, trying to cant your hips back to feel more of him, “I’ll do anything!”

He laughs cruelly and pulls you to your feet quick enough to have your vision swimming. “Anything?” He mocks, pulling your back tight against his chest as his free hand creeps up to wrap around your neck.

Another moan rips from your throat. “Yes! Anything!” You roll your hips back against the cock pressing into the small of your back, “Anything! Please, just let me go,”

Boba hums. His thumb strokes across your carotid artery as he contemplates your offer.

It’s quiet in the forest besides your ragged breathing. You’d almost think he’s forgotten about you if it wasn’t for the subtle grind of his hips against you.

It’s stifling. It’s degrading and objectifying but so fucking hot.

“Boba,” You try again, but he cuts you off with a quick jerk of your body.

He hauls you over a fallen tree like you way nothing. You’re completely folded over the tree, your ass being propped up in the air while your chest and shoulders dangle.

Your moan is so loud that the nearest birds fly away.

A heavy hand smacks against your right asscheek. 

“Fuck!” You gasp, your hips jerking — whether to escape the spank or to search for a new one, you don’t know.

“Is that how you’ve lasted this long?” He demands, landing another spank on your left cheek. “You promise to fuck whoever it is that catches you in exchange for your freedom?”

He presses his weight against you and all hopes of escaping, if you even wanted to anymore, vanish without a trace.

“You gonna take my cock, girl?” His hands drift to the waistband of your pants before he yanks them and your panties down hard enough to pop some of the seams. “You gonna be my good little whore?”

“Yes!” You sob, writhing against the tree that props your hips up. Your feet can’t find purchase against the soil, slipping and sliding no matter how you try to shift your position. “I will!”

“You will what?” Boba presses, tracing his leather covered fingers over your cunt. “Stars, you’re soaking, girl,” he murmurs, spreading your juices across his fingertips. 

“I’ll be your good whore,” You repeat, cheeks flushing a red to match the accents on his armor. 

His pleased hum sends another flood of wetness to your core. One of his hands reach around to pinch your clit between two finger while the other goes to unbuckle his pants. 

You gasp and jerk against his fingers. “Please!” You gasp, trying your best to push into his hand. 

The bark of the tree rubs uncomfortable against the exposed skin of your hips, but the pain fizzles into pleasure with each passing second. Your head begins to pound with the blood that rushes to it. The rough texture is a grounding presence that fights against the way Boba’s very existence threatens to send you flying high into atmosphere. 

“Please, what?” Boba asks, smacking his freed cock against your cunt with a wet pop, “Please fuck you so you can go free? So you can vanish and I lose out on a paycheck?”

Stars, you think you might combust. Every fiber of your being is alight. If he doesn’t fuck you, you think you’re gonna wither up and die.

“No! No, I won’t! I’ll stay!” You can’t even register the words leaving your mouth. Nothing matters except getting his cock in you. “I’ll stay. I’ll — I’ll be yours!”

The tip of his cock, thick and heavy, presses against your hole. “You’ll be mine?” He repeats, slowly inching his cock into you.

No matter how many times he presses into you, you’re always worried he won’t fit. He’s just so thick. The stretch is devastating and enough to force a high whine from your lips. 

He forces his cock into your cunt fully with a harsh thrust that forces the breath from your lungs. 

Immediately, he sets a punishing pace, one hand holding the binders that keep your wrists together at the small of your back while the other gathers your hair up to force your head up. 

“You’ll be mine?” Boba repeats, letting go of your binders to land three quick slaps against your ass. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” You cry out, tears gathering in your eyes against the onslaught on your cunt. “Yes, I’ll be yours!” 

His leather gloves rub quick circles around your clit, “Mine? Mine to keep tied up and ready for my cock at all times?” He pounds into you even harder than before, if that’s even possible. “Mine to fuck and fill full of my cum?”

Oh fuck.

You clench around him at his words.

His modulated groan echoes through the forest. “You like that, girl? You like the idea of me keeping you filled the brim with my cum, huh? You want to be fucked and bred?” He punctuates his words with hard and shattering thrusts.

You can’t bring yourself to answer, too caught up in the way that he stretches you to say anything. Fuck, you’re so close. 

“Are you gonna cum?” He whispers, bending to press his chest into your back. 

The angle forces your upper body down even more, and all you can do it take it.

“Yes! Yes! Please let me come,” The tears are falling down your face in earnest now. 

Boba’s hand, the one not rubbing devastating circles on your clit, wraps around your throat and squeezes just enough to make you see stars, “Cum.”

Your orgasm wracks your body like a bomb. Your thighs tremble with the force of how hard you cum, and every one of his thrusts is accompanied but a wet sound that would embarrass you if you were able to think in that moment.

Boba groans as you tighten around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” He slows the pace of his thrusts down, now grinding into your cunt and pressing his cock into that spot that makes you a drooling mess. “You want my cum? You want me to fill you up?” 

His gravelly voice, still modulated by the helmet — and, fuck, it should not turn you on as much as it does to know that he kept on that helmet to fuck you —, sends more shivers down your spine. 

“Yes! Please, fill me up! Fill me up, keep me, I’myoursI’myours,” You’re babbling now. The words spill from your lips like the slick that spills down your thighs.

“Fuck,” Boba hisses, grinding his hips once, twice, three more times before he stills and his cum floods your cunt.

You gasp and moan as your walls flutter around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. 

Your world is reduced down to feeling of Boba’s weight, a grounding presence against the aftershocks of pleasure that threaten to overwhelm you, and his hands that stroke down your back.

“Good girl,” He whispers, voice no longer filtered by the helmet. When did he take that off? “You did so good, little one,” 

The binders fall off your wrists with a soft click. 

Boba eases your bottoms back up around your hips and pulls your body off the tree. 

“C’mon, lets get back to the ship so we can clean you up,” He presses a soft kiss, a drastic juxtaposition from the harsh way he treated you just minutes before, to your temple and resigns himself to supporting half of your weight when it’s evident that your legs are too weak to walk.

You press your body closer to him, relishing in the slight ache that comes from between your legs. “Y’know, you could always try acting if being a crime lord on Tatooine doesn’t work out,” You murmur against his shoulder.

Boba huffs. “You’re not funny.”

“Yes, I am,” You deny, hiding your smile in his pauldron.

You walk in silence, save for the way he’ll occasionally whisper a soft praise in your ear, until you finally remember something.

“Hey,” You slap a hand against his chest plate, “I know this was my idea, but I didn’t expect you to make me run.”

Boba’s laugh echoes through the forest and makes your body shake. “Exercise never hurt anyone, mesh’la,”

You scoff. “Yeah, sure. You look at the bruises on my hips in the morning and tell me that exercise doesn’t hurt.” You’re just complaining now, just finding ways to poke fun at him now that you’ve begun to climb down from the high peak of pleasure.

Boba’s hand around your waist drifts to dig into the raw skin on your hipbone, “I didn’t hear you complaining any,” He whispers into your ear, voice low and daring. 

Goosebumps break out across your body.

Maybe your body will be ready for round two when you get back to the ship.

#boba fett x reader #baby's first smut #yeah this one got me #i want this so bad but i fucking hate running #i would only run for one man and that is boba #happy sunday #lee’s writing

[redwinterroses]

RIIIIIIIIIGHT SO.

I just finished chapter 13 of Dog At The Door and holy hot cross buns batman if you're not reading this fic you NEED to. It's literally one of the best written fics I have ever read in my life and I've been reading fanfiction for over 15 years, lol.

I went back and reread the entire fic to lead up to chapter 13 and I decided to treat it like I used to treat things I had to read in college so I took notes as I went and please I am warning you this post is incredibly long. Almost 3k words. PLEASE do not hit that "read more" button unless you're good with having to scroll past it all and also spoilers ahead. Proceed with caution.

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Rereading Dog at the Door reactions (spoilers, obviously):

· Doc finding Ren’s body to be cold and for a second thinking he’s actually dead—my heart

· “That’s Ren, alive and kicking.” Oh…no, Doc. No it’s not.

· The first “Where is my hand?” hits different the second time through

· Gah the ice and winter imagery ALL over the place—my English degree brain wants to watch and see if that shifts to warmth at any point as we go? Thoughts for future Red to think.

· It’s fascinating to me to see Doc constantly thrust into the prey role. This is a guy who is very much not that person normally, but something about the Red King is beyond anything he’s really encountered before—or at least not since Dinnerbone—and it pushes him into an entirely new role that he clearly chafes in

· “I should get back to work on your new arm soon,” he says, making a mental note to add claws to the fingertips. Honestly Doc why tho. XD

· “It feels like something Ren would want him to do.” </3

· Side note: I just watched Doc’s freaking hour long shulker farm vid, and that’s making it a lot easier to hear his voice in this fic

· I’m more curious about the hand.” New Ren laughs a bit at his own words, as though there’s something funny about that phrasing. I MISSED THIS LINE THE FIRST TIME THROUGH

· The bead curtain being cursed hippie treasure XD

· The fact that Doc just so quickly accepts that Ren is gone—maybe not permanently, but at least for now—is kind of heartbreaking. Because you know he hasn’t really accepted it, he’s just… deciding not to feel anything about it. Just nod and move on and pretend you don’t need to stop and cope with the possible/probable death of your best friend and the fact that Someone Else is wearing his skin. That’s so sad.

· “high-fiving the finished hand with his own metal hand.” Aww… Doccy.

· “He shoos away the images of New Ren holding him up by the throat supervillain-style and turns around.” Hmmmmmmm want that fanart. Scary New Ren/RK is good stuff. (post-chapter-13 Red popping in with a WHAT THE HECK)

· “that makes him seem like a ghost in Ren’s body.” YA KNOW. LIKE HE IS.

· Okay side note time: why is the Red King here? Ya know? Like – in 3rdLife the idea of a possessing spirit of bloodlust makes some sense. But why stick around? Was RK trying to escape the 3L server, or was this not deliberate? At what point did he take over from Ren—at Black Heart Altar? In which case, was the whole idea Ren’s to begin with, or was he influenced? Maybe it happened the first time Ren died? The Red King took over then—or at least started to? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts…

· Wait more theories—what if RK is connected to the ????? entity that spoke to Martyn when he died? In which case, cMartyn said he was considering making that canonically a Watcher (he ended up not doing it, but he also didn’t do anything that contradicted it either). I’m not saying RK is a Watcher… but boy he sure does stare a lot, don’t he.

· Holding the screwdriver like a dagger—mmmm

· Okay funny thought: all this frost, RK’s gonna need to be real careful about rust lol. And straining the metal, tbh, all that freezing and thawing is going to have an effect but the rust idea is making me laugh

· Until I realized it would look like blood and it’s not funny anymore

· “Renbob is in the beanbag stuffed next to the driver’s seat” right so is this where Renbob sleeps because I have been wondering—

· “something about having two people look like Ren when neither of them are makes Doc stop to take a shaky breath” *sob*

· “Renbob clears his throat, looking up at Doc with a smile that is so obviously fake that it hurts.” Ugh the LOT of you stop repressing everything you’ll give yourselves a collective hernia

· “he’ll probably have to break the news to the other hermits, too, Iskall and False and all the others.” All these painful lines I somehow missed the first time through

· Awww warm air comes in when Renbob opens the door—with the flowers and everything, Renbob is so easily associated with spring, I love this contrast.

· Aaand there it is, yup, RK is shocked to see his face on Renbob, and Renbob is shocked to see that this is so clearly Not Ren.

· They both recover pretty quickly, though. Survivors, both of them.

· RK calls Renbob their “ferryman” and I’m not sure if I was supposed to get “crossing the river Styx” vibes from that But I Did. (does RK think he’s dead? That they’re all dead?) (post-chapter-13 Red here with a little bit of wordless screaming.) (and also a bit of pride that I picked up on this.)

· “And what a help you’ve been! Fixing me up, replacing my hand.” Hi yes, 911? there’s a dagger stabbed into my feels.

· “he’d rather remember rage than see another person’s heart break.” Dang that’s such a raw line. Oof.

· ”the Red King says, his voice hoarse with tears.” Really interesting that this blood deity can feel such emotions—like, anger or even fear, I can get. But to see this entity upset to the point of tears is fascinating.

· “There is a crown on Doc’s workbench.” Right, yeah so like—is RK unwillingly manifesting these artifacts? Because that’s wild, man. …how long before he manifests an “enchanter”?

· “I’ve never seen it [the crown] clean before.” Okay that definitely implies that maybe RK didn’t come around until after Black Heart Altar?

· “The Red King has the crown in his lap when Doc turns back around, claws gently tracing over the engravings, leaving frost patterns behind.” I really wish I had art skills because there’s this image in my head of a drawing of the crown held in RK’s hands, with his face (one eye glowing, one in shadow) reflected in the surface, and frost patterns following behind a claw that’s daintily tracing the surface. But I can’t draw so—

· RK asks for a change of clothes. What was he wearing when they rescued him, I wonder? The Red King outfit with the fur capelet? Or Ren’s Stargazer outfit? Which begs the question: where does Stargazer fit into all this? Was Ren’s return to Hermitcraft RK free, but when he came so close to dying to Sith, RK found that as a gateway to take over? (Post-13 Red here, Looking Intently at this note.)

· Awww… the image of a one-legged RK clutching new clothes to his chest and hopping down to change in the bathroom… That’s weirdly endearing. He’s less menacing when he stands up somehow. Less lurking, maybe.

· Oooohhhhh he messed up his back sleeping on the floor. Gotcha.

· Doc keeps telling himself (and RK) that saving him and working on these parts is “the right thing to do” and while he’s not WRONG I just want to see him realize that it’s not only the right thing, it’s realistically the only thing, because if he didn’t, then he’d have to deal with the fact that he’s lost his best friend and we can’t have that.

· “I don’t need to eat” ummmmmm no hold on this definitely implies that RK is possessing a dead body and I’m not okay with that where is Ren

· LOLOL “I can’t stand to see [you do] this” is such a raw line to be about watching Doc eat cereal with his hands

· “The voice doesn’t belong to who he thinks it does.” Ugh, Doc. This isn’t the first time he’s lost a close friend to Something Else, something otherworldly.

· “All of them are waiting for him, waiting for him to do something more, something better—” aaand there it is. Doc’s characterization in this fic in a single sentence.

· Doc waking up and thinking he’s seeing Ren and RK’s hesitation and the gentle “I’m not Ren”—OH MY HEART

· RK’s coffee = Renbob’s friendship bracelets

· Randomly can I just say that I love how RK’s dialog is all in italics? It concerned me at first because I thought it was going to keep pulling me out of the narrative, but instead it really just feels right. Also I’m looking forward to the moment when he says something and it’s not in italics because it’s REN and oh my lands please give this to me I beg you (post-13 Red here with a bit more mindless screaming)

· “watch your tongue with me, Atlas, because I’m the one person you can pass the sky to.” Okay okay okay—English studies brain coming out. This suggests that there is a burden RK and Doc can share: something Doc is currently struggling against that only RK can help him with. In the moment, I don’t know if this is really fair of RK to say—after all, Doc does technically have Renbob too, if we’re just talking about Doc’s unhealthy coping mechanisms. In fact, if that’s the context, then Renbob is a much better fellow-Atlas because he and Doc have known each other much longer and they’re both dealing with the loss of Ren. BUT, knowing about the upcoming conversation where Doc and RK both realize that they’ve lost someone (Ren for Doc, Martyn for RK) this line suddenly has a lot more weight. Again, I don’t think that in that moment RK quite has the right to pull this zinger. But in later context, it turns out to be true after all. They are the only two with this particular shared pain.

· Doc upset with himself because he can’t get over his “stupid hang-ups” DOC MY LAD. “I’ve lost my best friend, you’re in his body, and I don’t know how to process any of these emotions” is not a “stupid hang-up” PLEASE stop blaming yourself for everything!?

· “I’m so tired” in the middle of his nightmare—oh my gosh. That hurts so much for some reason.

· I also very much wish I had the ability to draw the image of Doc with tears on his face, staring dead-eyed down at his workbench while RK looms over from behind, pinning his wrists to the table with one metal arm and one frost-bitten one, a look of exasperation and concern on his face. Why can’t I draw the things

· “How do you know Etho” “I watched him die.” OW ow ow ow ow

· Doc takes this as calmly as only someone used to living in a world where death has low consequences can. Oh. Oh—that means… huh. Doc isn’t used to losing people permanently on any basis, especially not death. So no wonder he doesn’t know how to process Ren being gone (I can’t bear to write “dead” there). He literally doesn’t have context for it… and what context he DOES have is like—I mean, Etho and Bdubs came back. Ouch.

· “Twenty-five.” The Red King makes the number sound like a threat. Yet another banger line I missed the first time through. Imagine waking up and thinking you’re in 3rd Life again but instead of 14 players there’s almost twice that many and you think you don’t know any of them.

· I still don’t quite understand the “when was etho added/should have known there was something different” bit or why RK is so emotional about it… but I have trust that it’ll make sense at some point. (post-13 Red: ...is this something about the fact that he thinks he's dead...so he thinks Etho has died before? Like, that 3rd Life wasn't Etho's first hardcore? ...I feel like I'm almost grasping this but I'm missing an element somewhere.)

· And now a sword. RK. My man. You need to stop manifesting things—especially when they scare the ever-living daylights out of you.

· I absolutely adore the in-universe lore that Fire Aspect is a PvP enchantment because it threatens dropped loot, and yeah I very well might steal that. (Along with something I read at one point who-even-knows-where that Knockback is a coward’s enchantment, because I love that too.)

· He really shouldn’t. / Doc picks up the sword by the scabbard and hands it to him, hilt extended. Doc you already trust this guy so much and you don’t even know it—but is it just because you still subconsciously trust the face he wears? Or is it something deeper?

· Ugh, the “I was supposed to kill someone for him” conversation/scene is SO FREAKING GOOD

· “I don’t want it. Not like the crown.” Why, though? Why doesn’t he want it? Because it’s more to do with death than kingship? OH. Oh, I hadn’t even considered that. I’ve been thinking of RK as this like, god of blood and vengeance but maybe he’s not. Maybe he hates the bloodshed (“the blood! It’s drippin’ in me eyes… I’ve been blinded by the violence…”) just as much—more?—than Ren did/would have. Huh. That’s a new facet.

· Oh my heart the “have you ever lost someone and it was your fault” line. Dagger to the feels. Dagger to the feels.

· This like… “I’m on a roll and even though I know I should stop I really don’t want to” mode? Man. That’s relatable. Especially when you’re working to avoid dealing with something else.

· “Not making it for you—it’s for Ren” oh ouch ouch ouch the denial suddenly breaks through it’s okay, Doc I’m with you on this

· The second time reading through it’s far clearer that Doc has a blind panic attack here—when he starts rambling that Ren’s coming back, he’ll be there for season eight and RK goes to…do whatever he was going to do and Doc just blanks out. The manic productivity should have been a warning sign, the poor guy is crumbling.

· “Doctor” and “he’s not sure he deserves that title right now” UGH Doc needs a hug someone please hug him and tell him it’s all going to be okay. Someone please hug me and tell me it’s all going to be okay.

· “his hand on his throat” over the scar from the Red Winter axe? </3

· “I did do that. I have done that.” RK admitting to it actually having been him in Doc’s nightmares?

· Okay sorry the conversation about beating Dinnerbone will never not be funny to me

· RK mentions that people used to call him m’lord or Ren, and then mere minutes later you have “Ren. You couldn’t save him because of me, could you?” He knows exactly what’s going on here. Not maliciously, but he’s no dense-head, he’s put the pieces together. (post-13 Red: MOST of the pieces. Most of them.)

· Watching Doc slowly stop fighting his nightmares—like, the first time, he fights. The second time, he accepts it but still struggles. And this time… this time he gives up before it even starts. That hurts, man.

· Good grief the whole “get my head chopped off” / “you really don’t want that” bit. O.O I’m not sure what emotion I’m feeling but I’m Feeling An Emotion.

· “Snow’s new. Dream’s not.” </3

· …Doc’s not gonna be a fan of snowier-snow after this trip…

· "Dr. M77" Actually he’s Doc Monster, RK, but we’ll let it go. XD

· OKAY BUT THIS EXCHANGE? The “how are you feeling” / “better” / “you’re a bad liar” / “I said better not great” that’s such a good exchange and I don’t know why every other time I’ve ever seen it used they stop at the lying accusation? Doc with the snappy comebacks, man.

· Aaah, Doc and RK, two establishment bros bonding over a shared disdain for hippies.

· The bit about the fella who wore an iron helmet and called it a powdered wig—fear is in my heart. *shoves Scar into an obsidian box and blocks it closed*

· “Who was Ren to you?” </3

· Doc is more than willing to spread the flames, to sear his loss into RK’s bones. / The king’s face stops him. Ren’s face stops him. Holy CRAP is that a good set of lines. So much going on there, and ALL of it good.

· Again. I wish I could draw. I would draw RK sitting on the edge of the bed, gently hugging a collapsed-in-on-himself Doc. </3

· “And I hate the devil that forced us apart, that mixed my blood with his.” *adds another layer to Scar’s obsidian fort*

· OKAY STARTING CHAPTER THIRTEEN I made the mistake of logging into Tumblr earlier and saw people screaming so I’m sure I’m not ready for this but here we go

· Oh no RK has been hippie-ified

· “You started a paramilitary organization because you have hay fever?” *dies laughing*

· Ugh I need to go back and watch s6 I’ve only seen the tail end of Mumbo’s side of things and there’s so much I don’t know.

· HAHAHAHAH I do know the trident bit though—

· Wait he said Scar

· PANIC

· “Kingslayer. bloodthirsty. Time King. The coward. And the mastermind behind it all, the loyal soldier to the very end, the whole damn reason either of us are in this mess.”

· HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY—

· “Is this the afterlife I deserve? After everything, this is the hell I’m going to endure?” I AM SCREAMING

· Doc pinned to the wall with ice, struggling to breathe—I CAN’T WHAT IS HAPPENING

· ((You know I’d get through this a lot faster if I stopped pausing to write reactions—))

· “A break in the ice. A whisper of spring.” Symbolism. Symbolism.

· “Ren was dead when I found him again,” NO I REFUSE TO READ THIS

· “don’t use the hand I built you to hurt yourself” DOC. SIR. MY HEART.

· RK don't run, RK get back here—what are you—

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· I

· JUST

· ACTUALLY

· SCREAMED

· AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

· *several long moments of just breathing*

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· *rereads*

· Holy crap on a garbage cracker with an extra serving of what-the-heck sauce

· REN

· REN

· Okay lol okay hahaha calming down

· I literally threw myself back in my chair away from the computer reading that last paragraph. I don't usually... physically react to things I read. LOL. Heh. I’m. Ah. I’m not emotionally invested in this or anything.

· Holy crap.

· Okay. Okay. Okay.

· Um.

· Great chapter, guys. Awesome stuff. Really good. I’m absolutely okay right now and it’s all totally fine.

· …please enjoy your break and get lots of rest and I very much look forward to the return of this fic you have no idea.

· I need to go breathe for a little bit.

EDIT: no, you know what--I'm not going to be a nice polite fangirl over here and quietly hope y'all see this I'm straight up tagging you, @fluffy-papaya and @betweenlands. THANK YOU but also how dare.

#The only reason I'm even posting this is for my own remembering later #and i guess if fluffy or solar want to see my mindless ramblings -- go nuts #long post #redwinterreacts #redwintertalks #dog at the door