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railingsofsorrow · 6 months

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open the door

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: spencer visits you after three days of radio silence. and he will stand by your door until you open it.

pairing: s.reid x reader

w.c: 1.4K

warnings/content: descriptions of a depressive episode (people have different experiences, this is based on mine); poor writing probably; angst, fluff.

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“Open the door.”

Spencer is not one to be incisive. He's certain about his opinions and makes them known at the right time. He's not rude or forceful, unless someone touched a sore spot of his then he'll make sure to let them know a piece of his mind.

He's not being rude by showing up at your apartment past seven in the evening. He's not forceful because he's knocking non-stop at your door. Spencer knows you're home, he knows you probably can't get up from wherever you are because maybe you don't have the strength to do it.

He swallows up the guilt and knocks one more time, grimacing. Last time someone did that to him he left them hanging. Three days later there were at least two casseroles filled with spoiled food.

And then, in the hostile silence he's been presented with, comes through your muffled and faint voice, “I don't want to talk to anybody.”

Spencer leans his forehead away from your apartment door, where it had been resting for the past ten minutes or so. Twenty, perhaps. He would stay five hours, days even, if it meant you'd speak to him.

His hands press against the wood if they would make it vanish. “It's not anybody. It's me.” Spencer says softly, begging. “It's just me. Please, open the door.”

“Go home.”

He can't.

“I'm sorry. I have to see you.”

Nothing.

He thought you had given up on him and decided to just let him talk to the door. Until he hears the sound of key dangling and his heart leaped inside his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice is hoarse. It wasn't hard to hear because it was being muffled by the door, but it sounded rough as if you hadn't drunk water in a couple of hours. Spencer wants to ask if you have eaten or drank anything today. He felt like he knew the answers by the dark bags under your eyes and your pale features.

“I came to see you.”

“Did Penelope put you up to this?” You ask, munching on your lower lip. “Tell her to stop texting and calling, I replied once.”

“That was three days ago.” Spencer says, brows furrowing.

You let out a scoff, “Wasn't aware you needed daily reports. I'll be sure to keep that in mind.”

He put his foot between the door and the wall, stopping you from closing it on his face. “Please,” Spencer pleads, helplessly. Your hold on the handle weakened. “I just— I just need to see you.”

But it's way more than that. Spencer is the kind of person who is there for all of his friends and he wants to help them in any way that he can. He understood space and he gave it to you when you needed it. But, deep down, you craved human contact, you needed someone else. Being alone could be suffocating even though most of the times in your hard days felt like you could face the worst on your own.

You can.

You just didn't want to.

To admit that to yourself is another thing entirely. The numbness spoke louder than your own voice, sometimes.

He's seeing you, through the small space you spared him at your apartment door. But he needs to be there. For ten minutes. Five. Just to make sure.

Shame creeps up on you as he stands inside your place. Spencer is a contrast against the mess in your living room. Ripped newspapers scattered around your floor, broken glass in a corner, the duvet thrown over the arm of the couch and a pillow on the coffee table.

This is how you are on the inside, crumbling down, broken. He says something but you are too busy staring at the teardrops at your window. It's raining.

“What?” You turn to him, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You notice he is still in the same place since he came in, near the door as if waiting for you to kick him out any time. “Spencer, sit down.” You sigh, mentioning the loveseat as you let your body sink on the sofa for the third time that day. You hadn't really left it for any other reason beside going to the bathroom against your will and drinking water. Although you can't remember the last time you had the latter.

“Have you eaten something?” He inquires, placing his work bag on the floor as he sat down, eyes traveling across your fragile frame. He just wants to hold you. Make it all go away. “I could order something or I could—”

“You don't have to babysit me.

His shoulders slump. “That's not what I'm doing.” He gets now how his team felt whenever they tried to visit him while he was in a tough moment.

You're curled up to your pillow, face buried on the soft fabric. Fluttering one eye open, you caught his gaze on you. He approaches you slowly; you are a caged animal and he wants to let you free, if only you'd let him get close enough.

“If I'm making you feel uncomfortable,” he begins, fidgeting nervously. “I can go.” His hesitation causes you to squirm in your laid position.

“No.” You mumble, clearing your throat and then grunting because it hurts. “It's— you’re fine, Spencer. I just can't—”

“I know.” He cuts you off upon noticing your struggling.

I just can't be myself right now.

He feels an apology slipping out by your furrowed forehead and pursed lips. “I want to be here. For you. Is that okay?”

You nod because that's all you can do. And your fingers find his in a timid touch.

“Yeah.”

His eyes smile before his mouth does and you feel a glimpse of joy stirring up your cold body. This is nice. You think.

“Okay. I have something in mind.” He backs up slightly. “Am I allowed in your kitchen?” He asked as if he hadn't been in your place countless times before.

You press your chin against the pillow, blinking up at your coworker — genius presented with an IQ of 184, a decent shooting aim, child prodigy and an expert on many areas, academic or not.

Except in the kitchen aspect. Spencer is not gifted in that.

“Spencer,” you attempt the gentlest tone you could muster. “you can't cook.”

He regards you with an offended look, lips jutting out in a pout. “I can cook.” You raise an eyebrow in disbelief and he rolls his eyes. “Two dishes. I can. I promise I won't burn your place down.”

“Please don't,” you muse, laying down again even though you would be getting up any time now to keep a watchful eye on him as he... cooked. “I don't have anywhere else to go.”

Spencer's head tilts to the side, his considering your statement carefully or something else entirely. One of his hands move forward to graze it across your cheek, he expects any indication that you don't want to be touched but you only shut your eyes and wait.

“You're always welcome at my place.” I'm here, he thinks to himself, hoping you are hearing his thoughts. I'm always here for you please don't forget it. I care so much.

A faint hum of satisfaction leave your lips as he travels his thumb across your cheek.

“In this case, yes, you're allowed in my kitchen.”

His grin is almost contagious. Almost. “Great. Don't get up until I gather the glass. I don't want you to hurt yourself.” With a kiss on your forehead, he scrambles up with difficulty as his knees complain. He walks to your kitchen mumbling something loudly about his day so you could hear it.

You stare at your messy living room, the reflection of the broken cup staring back at you in the dim lighting.

As Spencer collects the glass pieces with a broom, you stand up to pick up your stuff and some dirty clothing that needs to be washed. You can't remember how long you were wearing that same jumper and sweater pants, so your next step would be to take a shower.

When you step into your bedroom, a pair of clothes is waiting for you at your bed. You smile after so long without doing it.

Maybe it's not awful to have someone be there for you, if it meant it was him.

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ms-demeanor · 8 months

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Not to be rude or derailing your answer to the ask about the scorched earth post, but I do think quite genuinely that the site is becoming more openly hostile to its userbase, or at the very least its disabled userbase. While I’m not a fan of mobbing people’s personal blogs in targeted harassment campaigns, I think some people are also ignoring that staff blatantly said in a recent post that epileptic users would need to pay for ad-free to have their safety assured

I kind of don’t think that’s being ethical or user friendly, to me that sounds like they’re refusing to meet basic accessibility requests and answering with ‘pay us money to be safe’. Strobing and flashing ads aren’t just eyestraining, they can legitimately lead to serious injuries for epileptic folk, and telling people with epilepsy to just pay up or get lost is kinda… I dunno… disgusting?

So it looks like in a livestream (not on a post so far as I've been able to see) either photomatt or zingring made a glib and inappropriate response to an epileptic user asking about flashing ads and suggested that maybe they needed to pay for ad-free.

That's bad, I don't like it, and if it was supposed to be a joke it was a shitty one.

Zingring, tumblr's COO addressed that comment in a post where she said:

Buying ad-free (or gifting ad-free to someone else) is always an option, but that is not the solution (and of course, some folks simply can’t afford it). Sorry that it sounded dismissive in the session! That was not my intent.

I still think that's inappropriate (it's not that ad free isn't *the* solution, ad free shouldn't be *a* solution to accessibility), but it looks like Zingring has addressed this issue multiple times.

She got tagged in this post listing ways that tumblr could improve accessibility for photosensitive users and seems to have pretty consistently followed up; she has explained that there are rules against flashing ads that are sometimes violated by the advertisers and asks people to please report ads that break those rules so those advertisers can be blocked, has noted that there is apparently a "stop all autoplay" option in the works behind the scenes. She does also seem to take it seriously when users reach out with complaints about accessibility issues and seems to be willing to explore options.

Looking through that blog, this does not seem to be a site that is hostile to users with accessibility issues so much as, like everything else that's wrong around here, it is ridiculously understaffed so every project that someone wants to have as a priority is a project that someone else needs put on the backburner.

However, to very gently push back: how much of what you're experiencing as hostility from tumblr is actual hostility and how much of it is seeing posts like this, which suggests that tumblr is removing accessibility features because the lightbox didn't have double-tap-to-zoom on mobile for some users for a short while, claims that the blocking/flagging issue is a false flag against trans women, shared the inaccurate fearmongering post about tumblr live's ToS, and also claimed that tumblr "allowed" flashing ads that violated the in-place rules that tumblr has for advertising?

(this kind of goes with the 'nobody understands the ToS' but also nobody understands ads; tumblr does not have enough staff to look over the ads that go on their site every day, no social media company does, they rely on advertiser agreements as a sort of enhanced honor system and reports from users if the advertisers don't hold up their end of the bargain; the only way around this for any site that uses ads is to not have ads and that post is explicitly saying don't pay for tumblr because they are doing ads wrong - either they have to run ads and some bad ones are going to slip through and users will have to report them or tumblr will have to be 100% paid by the users or tumblr will go away. If you see ads that are unsafe for photosensitive users on *any* website you should report them to the site because the site almost certainly doesn't know that there's an advertiser violating the ad ToS unless someone tells them)

Generally speaking, I am actually *not* seeing worsening accessibility features, I'm seeing improvements compared to where we were five years ago - alt text on images is now built-in and devs are working hard on making tumblr more compatible with screen readers (as noted in the changes blog regularly); tumblr itself started offering different dashboard themes for users after years of complaints about contrast levels and readability; the "tiktok/twitterified" desktop dash view that everyone hates is supposed to be more readable on wider screens.

Compare this post in October of 2022 when Changes celebrated adding animations for posting (and told users those could only be disabled at an OS or browser level) with this post from July 2023 when they rolled back a feature because of an unexpected use case that could cause problems for photosensitive users.

These aren't things that I'd expect to see from a company that didn't care about accessibility, or that was openly hostile to questions around making the site more accessible.

I don't disagree with you that the comment from the stream about buying ad free was inappropriate; it absolutely was and it must have made photosensitive users feel like shit. But in the three months since that comment tumblr has been very responsive about getting flashing ads removed as soon as possible and seems to be working on more permanent fixes. I think this may be an instance of able-bodied people not realizing how shitty and dehumanizing their joke was (and it was) and taking the steps to do better.

If you don't think they're doing better, I probably can't convince you. I certainly don't think that tumblr is perfect about accessibility and I think that users need to continue pushing for improved user control of how the site displays and interacts with various devices. But compared to the kind of responses users complaints got from staff in 2018? I feel like things have improved a lot.

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alcoholfreenayeon · 6 months

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your jealous tzuyu thoughts sound amazing... how about describing them more? i need more dom!tzuyu on tumblr!

A/N: You are so right about that🤭also I’m sorry it took so long to finish this😭💔

Aching for more…

Tzuyu x fem!reader

CW: suggestive, mild smut

You were feeling a bit tired of repeatedly introducing yourself to the people but since there were so many people here who wanted to meet your girlfriend you had to bear it. It was her moment after all. An hour later, the crowd had spread into little groups and you had your girl to yourself for a few minutes. Like always, you teased with a witty comment before looking at her with a proud smile. The two of you were chatting happily when Tzuyu was called and you were left all alone.

You sigh in resignation accepting that you wouldn’t have Tzuyu until you both went home. As you take out your phone, you saw someone approaching you through your peripheral vision. However you paid them no attention until they started to introduce themselves. Looking up, you saw that it was a pretty girl, she looked somewhat familiar.

“Hey Y/n, you look really good tonight”, she complimented.

You politely thank her with a smile, she’s sweet, you think to yourself.

“I’m surprised someone like you is alone though, I’m sure we can have fun together. I tried some of the food and it’s really good, wanna grab something?”, she continues.

You feel a bit skeptical as it felt like she was suggesting something while intending for something else. Nevertheless, you thought it would seem a bit rude, like it was just trying out some of the food, right? You decided to go against your gut and followed her. She led you to the snack bar and handed you a plate of rolls.

“So, how come you are alone here?”, She asked again.

“Uh, I am actually here with Tzuyu”, you clarify tentatively.

“Wow, really?”, something about her tone changed but you couldn’t tell what exactly, “If I were her, I would keep a pretty one like you at my side at all times you know”, she says and smiles suggestively.

“Oh…uh…well, I-”, you stammer as you didn’t expect her to be so straightforward.

“Come on, you know it’s true. Why don��t you let me…entertain you till she comes back…”, she smirks and puts a finger on your cheek.

Before you could reply, a hand grasps your shoulder from behind, “There you are Y/N, I was looking for you”, Tzuyu says with a forced polite smile.

“Oh, Tzuyu, I can-”, You panic, realizing how the whole thing must have looked to her.

“It’s alright, that’s just how she tries to make friends”, Tzuyu says politely but her tone sounds hostile. "Its about time we leave anyway, its getting late."

You gulped as Tzuyu grabbed your hand tightly and led you out. “We are going home now”, she said sternly.

The drive back was in complete silence. You didn’t know whether you should explain the whole thing to her or not. It seemed like the girl and Tzuyu knew each other but didn’t like each other at all. As you both enter your home, Tzuyu suddenly grabs you by your shoulder and turns you around, so you face her and stares at you intensely for a brief moment before just as suddenly she begins to kiss you aggressively. A few seconds later, she pulls away and pushes against the wall, locking both your arms above your head with her hand and looks at you sternly.

D-did she just push you against the wall??!! "T-Tzuyu, what-", You squeaked but she cut you off by covering your mouth with her hand.

Y/n, you aren’t allowed to talk right now. I still can’t believe you took so long to tell her off. That really upset me you know. Don’t you know that you only belong to me. “She spoke with anger, no, it was more like frustration.” Now I am angry and now you are responsible for what I’m going to do.

She then proceeds to turn you around and push you against the wall again, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, kissing you aggressively while groping your chest with her free hand.

You couldn’t do anything but let Tzuyu do as she wanted as she had completely pinned you. You were feeling a bit guilty because you didn’t mean to upset Tzuyu at all, you were just trying not to cause a scene. You wanted to explain to her what happened from your perspective, but you also didn’t want to stop her kissing you. Especially with the unexpected aggressiveness and possessiveness she was showing, something about it felt…right. Like you wanted Tzuyu to do as she liked while you were completely helpless.

As your thoughts were processing what was going on, Tzuyu finally stopped kissing you and only then did you realize as you were huffing how out of breath you were. But Tzuyu wasn’t done yet, lifting your face so you could look into her eyes, “You look so pretty…...”, her hand gripping your chin slightly tighter while she pulled back your hair harder as well.

For some reason, you began to blush really hard, surprising yourself, you hadn’t been shy or nervous or anything in almost forever around Tzuyu. So why are you feeling like this now. Was it-

Your thoughts were interrupted as Tzuyu suddenly leaned in again, causing you to exhale sharply, and began to make out with you once more. A whole minute passed, and she showed no signs of stopping. Almost another minute now and you were out of breath now, “T-tzuyu”, you weakly moaned, “C-can’t breathe….”.

Hearing that, Tzuyu reluctantly pulled away slightly, both of you panting hard now, looking at each other with primal desire. You were feeling very hot, pressing your legs together tightly and being looked at like that by Tzuyu didn’t help. She started to lean in again and you eagerly closed your eyes, impatiently waiting to feel her lips again but were instead a bit startled when Tzuyu whispered in your ear, “Let’s go to our bed”.

You made your way there somewhat hastily, your thoughts hazy. Tzuyu followed you, seeming completely relaxed and stopped at the doorway, leaning against the frame, smirking as she watched you try to undress quickly.

“Stop.”, she practically ordered you causing to be startled as Tzuyu speaking with such authority was still surprising to you. “Just lay down”, she commands which you obviously follow. Unsure of what to expect from this new Tzuyu but nevertheless you are still quite excited in anticipation of what she’ll do to you next. She then finally enters the room, looking at you like prey, her eyes burning with desire.

She walks gracefully up to the end of the end and then in one smooth swoop, leans over you, placing her hand on your chest and slowly moving up onto your throat where just for a moment her grip tightens before she stops it at your jaw. She examines your face for a moment before making you look at her, “Y/N, you’ll be good to me, won’t you?”, she asks while gritting her teeth.

You nod eagerly but Tzuyu stops you. “Don’t just nod, say it out loud. That you’ll be a good girl for me.”, she orders, squeezing your cheeks.

You couldn’t believe Tzuyu, YOUR Tzuyu was going to make you say that out loud but right now you felt completely vulnerable to her, she could do whatever she wanted to you, and you would accept. You were feeling like doing anything for her. “I…. I am going to be good for you, I promise.”, you promise her. “Good girl”, she replies approving of your obedience. “Now we can continue”.

She then goes on to strip you, stopping to play with your boobs. Groping, squeezing and even lightly slapping them as she pleased. You already really turned on and all this was now really starting to drive you insane. You needed her NOW, but she was happy to take her own sweet time, practically torturing you. You wanted to scream in frustration but with the way Tzuyu was behaving right now that might not be the wisest idea to get your release, so you keep yourself quiet for now.

Tzuyu smirked to herself, proud of the effect she was having on you. She was beginning to get used to ordering you around, it was really fun. Hearing those little whines and whimpers from you as she explored your body. The way you were desperately spreading your legs each time her hands went down low. How cute of you to be so eager.

After what seemed like eternity, she finally moved her hands down to your pelvis, tracing her fingers softly over it causing shivers down your legs. When she finally touched your entrance you gasped, her fingers feeling so cold. Tzuyu rubbed her fingers in a circular motion, smirking, “Wow Y/n, you are so wet. You have been wanting this really bad, haven’t you?”, she whispered while nibbling on your earlobe. “Don’t worry I am going to take care of you”.

You could only moan in reply. If this was just the start of the main event, then all that suffering was worth it because she barely touched you and you already feel like you are in heaven. After feeling you for a few moments she finally put her fingers in you earning another gasp from you. Going knuckle deep with 2 fingers, Tzuyu began to work her magic and you felt like you could cum within moments. As if that was not enough, Tzuyu used her free hand to play with your chest.

“oh, your moans are so cute”, Tzuyu whispers, really trying hard now and it pays off almost instantly. You feel like all the air in your body has been sucked out, your eyes start to roll up, your hips begin to buckle, and you feel like your stomach is tightening and that’s when it all stops. You softly gasp, expecting a massive wave of shocking pleasure but nothing happens. In fact, your pleasure seems to be fading rapidly and then out of nowhere Tzuyu takes her fingers out of you. You feel really confused, like what is happening….

Tzuyu smiles prettily at you, “that was really fun Y/N”, and then kisses you with some passion but it feels one sided since you don’t kiss her back. Still clueless to what is happening. “T-tzuyu? I…I didn’t cum…”, you manage to say weakly.

She smiles, a hint of mischief in her smile, “Yes, I know that Y/N”.

“But…….”, you try to question.

“Mmmhhmm” She chides in, “Consider this as punishment for letting someone else flirt with you for so long.”, She then cups your cheek for a moment and gets up. “But if you are good tomorrow, I will make it up to you”, she adds before leaving you there, messy, horny, and unsatisfied.

You lay there, taking a minute to process Tzuyu just completely edged you and left. Gritting your teeth in frustration, you cover yourself under a blanket and contemplate, wow she REALLY just left you hanging for something that was NOT your fault. And she wants me to be her good girl, you scoff to yourself. I am going to be the biggest brat to her and then I will see how long Miss Iamsuddenlysomommy tolerates that then.

“You can’t even make a girl cum”

“I don’t think your mouth can do what it claims to talk about”

“You are just pretending to be so dominant right”

You smile to yourself as you think of all the things to say that will just piss Tzuyu off enough to come back for seconds.

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reblog-house · 1 month

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Willing To Try

Characters: Etho, Scar

Wc: 720

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 245, “You Never Cared”

Ao3: Here!

“Hey, Scar.”

“Etho.”

“So… what are you doing?” Etho said and tilted his body to look past Scar.

Scar didn’t turn to see him, he had no way to know what Etho was trying to do, and yet he moved to completely obscure his view of the desk.

Etho looked away, trying to appear unaffected. He didn’t sigh, though he wanted to.

“Why do you ask?”

“Can’t a father trying to reconnect with his son ask what his son is doing?”

Finally, Scar turned to face him. “I know what I said last time.” He waved his hand dismissively as he continued. “You’re welcome to be here and all, Bdubs clearly needs it—” He stopped his movements and his eyes bore into his. “—but that doesn’t mean I want to forgive you.”

“Yet?”

Etho hoped he didn’t sound as pathetic as he felt.

“Depends on how you act, mister. Now, as I was doing before you so rudely interrupted…”

“I just asked what you were doing. I wouldn’t consider that rude.”

Scar pinned him with a glare. “Oh, you don’t get to decide what is or isn’t rude, I’ll have you know! Not while you’re in this household.”

“Okay…” Etho backed up, hands in the air. He felt that the aggression was unwarranted, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it. Not when Scar was looking at him that way. He had no idea what had happened from the last time they’d held a conversation with each other to now.

He’d seen him from time to time when picking Bdubs up and waved in his direction. Nothing hostile about it, so… what changed?

“I… maybe it’s not the best time, but—”

“If it’s not the best time, then don’t speak! Easy! If you make me move the ruler and lose the line, I won’t be as forgiving.”

“Oh, are you drawing?” Etho perked up. He remembered Scar’s artistic tendencies back when he was a child, but he didn’t know whatever happened to them. Knowing they still existed made him smile.

“What about it?”

“Nothing, I didn’t know you still did art.”

Etho wasn’t the best at reading people, but even he could see something in Scar’s expression break. His son tried to cover it up. His mouth turned into a straight line, but he couldn’t hide the way his eyes still showed betrayal.

“Etho.” He paused. “... I’m studying architecture.”

Etho’s brain short-circuited. He… what? How did he not know? Why did nobody tell him?

Apparently, he phrased the question out-loud, or his face said it all, because Scar looked at him in silence.

“You never cared enough to ask.” Scar’s voice wobbled and new lights reflected from his eyes.

What was he supposed to do? He’d never comforted someone about to cry before. He didn’t know how to comfort his children. He never had to before. There was always Cleo to—

He stopped in his tracks and went still.

Oh.

Right.

“I… I see that. Scar, I’m sorry.”

Scar wiped at his eyes with one hand and mocked him in a childish voice. “Ohhh I’m so sorry.” He glared again. “Get lost. You’ll make me ruin my project.”

Etho didn’t have anything else to say.

And so, Etho turned around.

“Where’s Bdubs, anyway.” Scar added bitterly, looking down at his project. “Can’t imagine he’s happy with you making him wait so long.”

Etho’s mouth ran dry. He considered not saying anything and just leaving, like Scar had told him to, but a part of him knew that would just make things worse.

“He’s out,” he said, tentatively. “With Cleo. Something about an activity. I came to see you.” He paused briefly. “I hope that’s alright.”

Scar’s body went still for a few moments, and with a single word, he said everything Etho needed to know.

“Oh.”

Etho watched Scar’s shoulders loosen, and he hoped he’d made the right choice.

“Let me… finish this up.” Scar said, slowly, hesitant. “Close the door when you leave.” With confidence, he then added, “You better not make me regret this.”

That’s what Etho hoped too.

As he was told, he left and closed Scar’s door.

All he had to do was spare some of his time and wait.

He was never good at doing that, but for once, he was willing to try.

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simpforchuchu · 7 months

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Something that we’re not | Magoroku Yamaguchi x reader

a/n: Hello, I have a few ideas that i want to write these days and I’m obsessed with the “enemies to lovers” fics 😘 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

The Raoh faction was hanging out in the room upstairs of the school as usual. Binzo was sleeping, Mercy was reading a motorcycle magazine, Kamui and Kansuke were playing checkers, and Magoroku was kicking a punching bag.

Everyone was distracted by the sound coming from the door. While Binzo opened his eyes and listened to the sound, Magoroku stopped his kicks.

Someone walking in high heels was coming from outside and the sound was getting closer and closer.

When the door opened, everyone looked at the door. A person in a black hoodie had walked in and everyone was looking at them seriously. When the person who entered opened their hood and waved their hair, the five people in the room looked at them in surprise that this person was a girl.

“I knew I'd find you here.”

The young girl entered the room with a smile, as if what she was doing was a very normal thing, and looked at the sweating boy in front of the punching bag. Magoroku was looking at her seriously. Everyone in the room still didn't know what was going on.

“It's been a long time, Magoroku.”

Binzo and Mercy looked at each other and waited for what would happen. Magoroku looked pretty annoyed

“What are you doing here?”

"Ahh, you're so rude, Magoroku-chan," the young girl muttered, placing her hand on her heart. “When did you forget that we have a long history? Or didn't you miss me at all?”

When the young girl said it with a grin, Binzo stood up in surprise and walked towards the duo.

“Oi, Magoruku! Who's this ?"

Y/n looked at the messy haired boy approaching her and gave a sweet smile. Binzo knew that this was a sneaky attitude

“Magoroku never told you about me? It's truly heartbreaking..."

Kamui and Kansuke had no idea what was going on. Mercy thought this situation was quite strange and was trying to understand the young girl's strange behavior.

“Are you… his girlfriend?” When Binzo asked, the young girl grinned.

“We can say… ex-girlfriend”

When Y/n winked at Binzo, Magoroku rolled his eyes and grabbed the young girl's arm. While everyone in the room looked at them, y/n wiped the smile off her face and looked at the young boy with one eyebrow raised.

“Cut the bullshit. Why are you here, y/n?”

When Y/n looked at the hand holding her arm, Magoroku slowly removed his hand. The young girl smiled, deleting her serious expression.

“I thought you might have missed me.”

When Magoroku looked at the young girl with the same serious expression, y/n rolled her eyes.

“You're really boring, Magoroku-chan.”

Binzo asked confused, scratching his head.

“Is she your ex-girlfriend now or not?”

Magoroku said “No.” and y/n smiled when he replied

“I just wanted to make a somewhat fun entrance.”

Mercy stood up and asked calmly

“So, who are you?”

“L/n Y/n, but you can cal me y/n. I'm his childhood friend."

Magoroku replied as everyone made a noise of surprise.

"We are not friends."

Y/n turned to the young boy and rolled her eyes.

“I am a provider of information between schools. You can think of me as an informant. But I don't work for just one person.”

Mercy nodded. He liked the young girl's self-confident and cocky attitude. She was also brave enough to sneak into Suzuran. He wasn't surprised that Magoroku was her friend. -even though he says they're not friends-

“If your cool entrance is over…Why are you here y/n? You haven't been around for a long time."

The young girl seriously turned to her childhood friend

“I came to warn you. Even though we hate each other, I'd be bored without someone to tease."

Mercy didn't know what was going on between the two, but he was sure there was no hostility. Friendship ? This was definitely not the case either.

“Is someone targeting Magoroku?” Kansuke looked at his Senpai and the new girl with Binzo's question

“I heard a few things.” y/n said. “I'm not sure, but you better be careful.”

“You don't come here for something you're not sure about, y/n.” When Magoroku looked at the young girl, y/n smiled.

“I think we both know each other well.” Magoroku didn't show an expression. Y/n shook her head and headed for the door “Anyway, I'm leaving then. Be careful. I may not always be there to save your ass.”

Magoroku rolled his eyes when the young girl grinned. Y/n turned around and opened the door. But before she left the room, Magoroku called out to her.

“Y/n…Be careful. Don't do anything stupid for me.”

Y/n answered without turning around. “I'm not doing it for you. You owe me, don’t you forget.” She walked out the door and returned the way she came. Even though she couldn't admit it even to herself, she cared about him. She would have crossed the line for him.

And Magoroku knew this very well.

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #high and low the worst #hnl #high and low the worst x #high and low suzuran #suzuran #suzuran raoh faction #magoroku yamaguchi #suzuran magoroku #magoroku x reader #Yamaguchi magoroku #magoroku yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi magoroku x reader #yamaguchi x reader

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rogueddie · 2 years

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Eddie's funeral is... complicated.

It starts ok enough. Wayne is the only one outside of the group in the know to show up. He seemed surprised to see all of them- although, Steve can't blame him. They make an odd group.

The three kids from his D&D group, one of those three boys girlfriend, two kids who only just got back to Hawkins and never met Eddie. Nancy, Robin, Jonathon and Jonathons stoner friend. Then there's Joyce and back from the dead police chief Hopper.

And Steve.

Steve had made everything worse, just being there. Wayne was hostile with him from the start. Which makes sense, it was the basketball team that was hunting Eddie. It was Jason Carver who started the witch hunt. Of course he would see Steve, former basketball player and one of the popular kids who Eddie probably complained about, as one of the bad guys too.

It's Dustin that keeps the peace. He and Wayne seem to be on great terms, to the point that when Dustin tells him that Eddie would want Steve to be there, no more questions are asked. He still sends Steve dirty looks, but he makes sure to keep some distance from Wayne. Make things a little easier.

It probably doesn't help that Steve keeps looking at him. But he's so curious. If Eddie's parents are still alive, they're so distant and such assholes that they hadn't bothered to show up to his funeral. Dustin, when asked, explains that he's pretty sure Eddie's dad is alive. So he, at least, is an asshole.

But Eddie still turned out... good. Great, really. Steve has always wondered if he would've ended up less of an asshole with better parents, yet there was Eddie. Awful father, but a brilliant person. So bright and caring. A guy who died trying to save him.

Steve keeps wondering how much of Wayne was in Eddie's choices. When Eddie decided to be kind to the kids when no one else would be, was that thanks to lessons taught by Wayne? When Eddie chose to be playful, subtly giving him a second chance, was that thanks to Wayne?

Steve drives home, just at the end of the funeral. It must look rude. Horrible. But he needs to do this.

"Wayne!" Steve calls, running out of the car as fast as he can. "I'm sorry. I should've brought this to you sooner."

He holds out the vest Eddie had thrown at him in the Upside Down. It still had some blood stains that Steve couldn't get out.

"Where did you find this?"

"He, uh... he gave it to me. It's a long story. Just... sorry I didn't give it back sooner."

"Eddie gave this to you?" He's eyeing the vest, still refusing to take it out of Steve's extended hand. He looks to the kids hovering next to him. "This true?"

"Yeah," Dustin speaks up. "It is a very long story but basically Steve lost his top, so Eddie gave him his vest for his modesty or something."

Wayne shakes his head, his laugh sounding choked. "Yeah, that was Eddie alright. Fuck. Keep the vest, Harrington. If he gave you that vest... it's yours, ok? Take good care of it."

"What? But-"

"Steve," Mike cuts him off, tries giving him a look.

"Ok... uh. If you're sure." Steve clears his throat, awkward. "Sorry for your loss."

"Thanks son," Wayne smiles. Not tense or awkward either. "Sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't be here today."

Steve looks between him and the kids. He's sure that he must be missing something. "It's ok? I get it, really."

"Don't make it right. Come round the trailer some time, ok?" Wayne clears his throat. "Thank you, all of you, for being here. I know Ed will... Shit, he would appreciate it." He exhales, hard, rubbing his eyes.

The kids all try to hug him at the same time. Steve uses the moment to slip away. Tries not to think about it too much. Eddie might have been kind to him during the end of the world, that doesn't mean he'd be ok with 'King Steve ' talking to his uncle.

Steve really needs to ask the kids why the vest is so significant though. Surely it means something?

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #wayne munson #sorry lol #ficlet #smsuffering

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meiliarotten · 10 months

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Doppelt

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader stumbles upon Medic in the aftermath of an experiment gone wrong, and is almost immediately down to get it on with the results. Aka, there wasn’t enough Second Opinion material in the tf2 tags, so I made it myself, and I made it horny.

Tags: Praise, degradation, Second Opinion, dom/sub, voice kink, spanking, brief choking, reader is down bad (does this count as a threesome?)

Word Count: 5.3k

The Masterlist

The first thing you noticed as you entered the infirmary was how dark it was. The lights weren’t off, but they were dimmed to the point that you had to pause to let your eyes adjust. Something immediately seemed off. You were so used to the place being lit up with harsh surgical lights, and this abrupt change was eerie, to say the least.

Luckily, you spotted Medic quickly, turned away from you at the opposite wall of the room. The doors to the room closed behind you and the noise caught his attention. You were about to greet him, but the words caught in your throat.

At a glance, you wouldn’t have noticed anything in the darkness, but as you stared at Medic’s face for a few more moments you could tell something was off. In the little light that was available, the first thing you noticed was a row of something metallic running down the center his face- were those staples ?

Then your eyes finally adjusted. On one side of the staples was Medic, looking the same as usual. On the other side was, well, still him, but something was wrong. The grey tinged pallor or the clouded, pure white eye were frightening enough. There was also the expression, somehow contained to only the discolored half of the face, that indicated something more menacing, something that you didn’t recognize as the Medic you knew.

Your first instinct was, of course, to scream. Medic was upon you before you had the chance. A hand was clamped over your mouth to muffled any noises you made into barely audible gibberish.

“Quiet!”

The order was short and curt. It sounded like Medic, but at the same time so very unlike him. The usual joviality that his voice carried, even in the most dire of situations, was gone. What replaced it was a deep, humorless, and threatening tone that made your blood run cold upon hearing it.

You watched as Medic shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. When he looked at you, he seemed to have regained his senses, a nervous smile replacing the grimace that he had worn when he had seized you.

“I’m sorry dear, I just couldn’t have the others finding out. It would just cause more trouble. In fact…” Medic slowly removed his hand from your mouth. It took everything in you not to scream again. He then made his way over to the infirmary doors, and locked them. You tried not to let the panic show on your face when he turned back to you.

“There, now no one else will stumble upon this little scientific mishap,” he concluded, clapping his hands together and wringing them nervously. You didn’t like that. If the doctor was nervous, then you definitely had a reason to be nervous as well.

“Medic?” You said hesitantly.

“Yes liebling?” Medic responded, sounding as cheerful as ever despite his anxious body language.

“I don’t understand. What is this?” You asked, struggling to find the words that sounded the least rude while simultaneously trying to calm your racing heartbeat. “What did you do?”

“Oh, right. This,” he said, motioning vaguely to himself. He sounded so casual, as if you had just asked how the weather was. “Well, love-”

“I don’t imagine you would understand.”

You were taken aback at the return of that chilling voice, and especially by the hostility that it conveyed. Medic, oddly enough, looked taken aback as well, seeming to regain his senses after a few seconds.

“Sshh! Hush!” He muttered to himself, before looking back at you apologetically. “Ach, sorry dear. Although, he is right. It is rather difficult to explain- say, you’ve heard of Jekyll and Hyde, right?”

“Yes,” you said, baffled at where this conversation could possibly be leading.

“Of course, everyone has,” Medic said, rolling his eyes at the redundancy of his previous question. “Well, to give a brief explanation-”

And that was where you stopped understanding a single word that Medic said. You were bombarded with scientific jargon mixed with supernatural phenomena, neither of which you had ever heard of until now. Honestly, you probably could have gone your whole life without hearing of it. It felt like ages by the time he was done, and you were just left staring at him, thoroughly dumbfounded.

“Understand now?” He asked, apparently not noticing your blank stare as he finally finished his ‘brief explanation.’

“Um, sure.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. You understood the basic concept; Medic, through some wayward experiment, had created a new personality, possibly an entirely new being, apart from himself, yet also a part of himself. How you were meant to take this new development, you had no idea.

“Perfect! Now, to figure out how to reverse this…” he said, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the nearby surgical table.

“You have a way to reverse it?” You asked.

“He has no such thing. And he will never find any such thing.”

God, that voice. Now armed with a general understanding of the situation, it didn’t scare you as much. It startled you, yes, but you weren’t outright frightened. It did something else to you too. Something you considered suppressing. It felt wrong, to look at this crime against nature and think; ‘wow, that’s actually kinda hot.’

Medic, meanwhile, was oblivious to your reaction, once again apologizing for his other half.

“Gottverdammt. Sorry, I’m still getting used to controlling that ,” he motioned towards the paler half of his face. “And to answer your question, no. I don’t have a way to reverse this. Not yet anyway! But I will get to work on it soon enough!”

Medic’s eyes lit up, and he looked at you, grinning. You noticed how it didn’t quite stretch from ear to ear, as if the other half wouldn’t allow it.

“In fact, perhaps you could help! If you could just-“

You perked up, awaiting his directions when the other half overtook Medic once again. You jumped as the voice returned.

“We don’t need this schlampe here distracting us. We have work to do. Real work-“

“Gott, won’t you be quiet? And there’s no need to throw around insults like that!” And just as soon as it appeared, it was silenced. Medic continued to berate his other half, but you barely heard it.

Schlampe. You weren’t sure what it meant, but you assumed from his tone, and Medic’s reaction that it was far from positive. Probably something demeaning and degrading- so why did you feel so enticed by it?

“Hello? Dear?” You snapped back to attention at the sound of Medic’s voice and a hand waving in front of your face.

“Sorry, what was that?” You asked.

“I asked if you were alright. You really shouldn’t let his words get to you,” he said, offering a reassuring smile. “Honestly, I didn’t expect him to turn out so uncivil. All animalistic instinct and no class whatsoever.”

Well, that did nothing to quell your interest. You looked at Medic, taking in his new appearance for a second time. You didn’t doubt that Medic would find a way to rid himself of this alternate personality if he really wanted to. It occurred to you that you had a once in a lifetime opportunity on your hands.

“Oh, I’m perfectly fine. In fact,” you took a deep breath. It was now or never. “He can say whatever he wants about me.”

You closed the distance between you and Medic, your tone dropping into something more suggestive. You fixed him with a look, glancing up at him through your lashes. He didn’t seem to catch your meaning.

“Oh nein, my dear! I won’t simply stand here and let him disgrace you,” his clear eye darted towards the other half of his face with a glare. “You don’t deserve that.”

You barely kept yourself from rolling your eyes as you realized Medic wasn’t receiving any of the signals you were throwing his way.

“Maybe I do deserve it,” you whispered, running your fingers tentatively along the edge of Medic’s shirt collar.

“What? Liebling-“

You cut him off with a kiss, officially done with dropping hints. He made a startled noise before instinctively kissing back, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. When the two of you finally pulled apart, Medic was left panting and confused.

“I don’t understand-“ he began, only to be cut off once again, “Dummkopf, she wants us to fuck her. Isn't that right, schatz?”

The pet name was spoken with such venom, spat out as if it was an insult. That, paired with the vulgarity that you rarely heard from the doctor, sent a shiver down your spine. Still, you managed to look bold and self assured as you responded.

“Yes, that’s right,” you said, confidently.

His hand took you roughly by the face, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes sir,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. You took another deep breath, lowering your gaze in a gesture of submission. Medic’s grip on you loosened and once again a bemused expression came over him.

“You’re absolutely sure you want this ?” he asked, gesturing to himself.

“Yes,” you dropped the submissive tone, speaking matter of factly. “I promise, I’m sure. And I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

“I can handle him. If you want this to end, I can end it. Just call for me,” Medic said, his hand coming to rest on your cheek.

“I know,” you said, smiling and leaning into his touch.

“Well then,” Medic began, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “Enough stalling.”

He backed away for a moment, looking you up and down and walking around you in a tight circle. You followed him with your eyes. Despite the grin, he almost looked dismissive, as if he is considering whether or not you warranted his attention.

Finally he stopped in front of you, reached out and again tilted your chin upward to look at him. He was firm, but surprisingly gentle, for now.

“I think if you truly want this, mädchen, you should work for it. Don’t you agree?”

You nodded, not speaking unless you were given permission to do so. Despite the lack of any verbal response, he still seemed to sense your eagerness as his grin grew wider.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you down to your knees somewhat roughly. You froze momentarily, startled by the sudden force. However, you were quickly brought back to reality by a hand on your scalp, one that wasted no time taking a fist full of your hair in a tight grip.

“I trust that you're smart enough to know what you’re supposed to do now?” He asked condescendingly. He tugged your hair slightly, making you whimper.

“Of course, sir,” you whispered as you took action, unzipping his pants. He was already half hard. You stroked him to full mast, getting a good look at what you would be dealing with.

Like the rest of his body, it was split down the center. You cringed at the thought of how painful that must have been. That was followed almost immediately by amusement at the fact that during this whole morbid experiment, Medic had apparently taken the time to include this specific detail. Perhaps he had predicted the possibility that you might take a little too much interest in his altered body.

You took solace in the fact that the staples here were smaller. They were also much smoother and more rounded than the ones that ran up the rest of his body. They almost looked like piercings, and you imagined they would make for some pleasant sensations later on. Again, you wondered if Medic had planned for this.

A growl and another rough tug at your hair let you know that you were spending a little too much time admiring. It was about time you got to work. Tentatively, you opened your mouth and took in as much as you could, using your hand to grasp any remaining length.

You tasted metal as you ran your tongue over the staples. You wondered if they were especially sensitive. Apparently, they were, as you managed to draw the most sultry sounds from Medic when you paid them special attention. You glanced up, seeing him panting as he held your hair. He grinned down at you before pulling your head back.

“Stop.”

Immediately, you obeyed, albeit with a disappointed whine. You had rather enjoyed seeing Medic nearly coming undone for you. He laughed softly at your reaction.

“We don’t want to come yet, liebling. And you are so very talented with that mouth of yours,” Medic said, his normal tone returning for a moment. He finally loosened his grip on your hair, and tucked himself back into his pants begrudgingly, his erection still straining. You gasped as he suddenly took hold of your shoulders. “Just like a proper little whore.”

He was upon you quicker than you thought was possible. You were pushed to the floor, powerful arms pinning you to the blood freckled tile. A shiver ran up your spine, making your whole body shudder in anticipation.

“Look at you, trembling. Are you scared, hm? Are you afraid?” He teased, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You felt his lips brush against you.

“Don’t be scared, liebling,” Medic said, running a hand under your shirt to massage your chest. ”We’re going to make you feel so good.”

His other hand found its way to the waistband of your pants, pulling them down roughly followed quickly by your underwear. Your face flushed as you heard him chuckle at how obviously soaked you were.

“Already so wet, just from servicing me with your mouth?” He said, still laughing softly as he ran a finger against your entrance, making you gasp. His other hand stopped kneading your breast, moving lower to rest on your hip.

You moaned as you felt him slide a single finger into you, followed soon by a second. He made a point to just barely stroke your g-spot, making you whimper. You tried to buck your hips forward, only for him to hold your hips still with his unoccupied hand.

He made a point to neglect your clit as well, deliberately trying to keep any gratification just slightly out of reach. He seemed to revel in your desperate whines, but you were quickly running out of patience. You felt him loosen his grip on your hips slightly, and in an act of desperation, you tried to buck against him again, trying to make him go deeper.

In return, you were met with a hand wrapped around your throat with surprising speed. The pressure wasn’t enough to restrict air flow. Hell, it was barely enough to restrict blood flow, but you still felt a thrill run through you as his fingers squeezed into the sides of your neck.

“Squirming alone won’t get you what you want. Use your words, liebling.”

His voice sent a chill down your spine, but you still managed to respond, albeit stammering, “I want more.”

“Go on,” he said, encouraging you to be more specific.

“I want you to go deeper and harder, please! Please sir!” You pleaded, aching for release. His hand fell away from your throat.

“That’s it, beg for me,” he sounded pleased, finally rubbing his thumb over your clit as he curled his fingers perfectly within you.

“Yes! Fuck, please keep going,” you begged, afraid that if you stopped he would stop as well.

“Such a good girl, moaning and pleading just for me,” he growled, his lips brushing your ear again, this time coupled with the grazing of teeth, bared in a feral grin.

You felt yourself approaching orgasm faster than expected. Your legs trembled as you tried to hold back, wanting this to go on for longer.

“So close after so little time?” He asked, stroking his free hand over one of your quivering thighs. You nodded, unable to answer verbally as anything you tried to say would just come out as another shaky moan.

“You really were aching for this, weren’t you mädchen?” He mused, and once again you only nodded and whimpered in response.

“Poor, pathetic little thing. Go on, come for me. Let it go,” he said, roughly running his thumb over your clit a few more times. That was enough to push you over the edge.

You came hard, riding out your orgasm on his fingers, which continued to curl delightfully inside you. You made for quite the view, shaking and moaning on the tile floor as you got the release you craved.

“So beautiful.” Medic murmured as he watched the scene before him, eyes alight with lust. “You’re so gorgeous when you come undone for me, my good girl.”

“I want to see even more.”

The vaguely menacing tone in which that last sentence was spoken barely registered in your mind before you felt Medic begin to stroke you again. He had only given you moments to recover from your previous orgasm. Still being very sensitive, it didn’t take you long to reach a second climax.

Still, he didn’t stop.

“Let’s see just how much you can take, dear,” he growled, sending a jolt of tantalizing fear through you.

You let him repeatedly bring you over the edge. Sometimes it was surprisingly quick, other times he had to work for several minutes. Each one was followed by a similar mantra of, “Surely you could go for one more?”

You were exhausted, clinging onto his words as if they were the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Such a lovely view, seeing you beneath me with your eyes rolled back like that,” he said, leaning down until you felt his breath against your neck. Then you felt his teeth, starting as a simple graze against your collar before turning to a genuine bite. You yelped at the unexpected sensation. The pain, combined with the overpowering pleasure sent your head spinning.

“Oh, you’re tearing up now. Does it feel that good?” He asked as he continued to rub your clit. “That’s right, just let the pleasure overwhelm you…”

It certainly did overwhelm you. He was right, tears were pricking at the back of your eyes as you felt another orgasm overtake you. The constant stimulation, his filthy words, the strange mix of discomfort and pleasure, it was all becoming too much.

“Medic!”

You practically sobbed as you called his name, desperate for a break from the tortuous pleasure. Almost immediately you were wrapped up in his arms. He held you as you whined and rode out the aftershocks of a final release. Was it the sixth? The seventh? You had lost count.

“Hush mein liebling, I’ve got you,” Medic whispered, stroking your back and holding you close to his body until you finally stopped trembling.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered when you finally caught your breath. “It was just so much. I needed a moment.”

“Don’t apologize. Everything is alright,” he reassured you, pulling back slightly to look at your face, still slightly flushed. Thankfully, you were already starting to calm down, as you managed to offer a small smile in response.

“Do you need anything?” Medic asked. You shook your head.

“No, I’m alright now,” you said, already sounding more collected than you had been a few moments ago. “I think I’m ready to go on.”

“Go on?” Medic sounded incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe you still had more desire left in you.

“Yeah, I just needed a moment to collect myself,” you said. “I still want to see this go a bit further, if it’s okay with you, of course.”

You looked up at Medic, waiting for his answer. He looked down at you in disbelief, but he seemed willing to continue.

“As long as you’re sure,” he said tentatively, allowing a soft smile to return to his face.

“I’m sure,” you said before letting yourself fall back into that obedient, docile mindset of someone all too willing to be ordered around. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

“Very well…” you heard the gentleness in his tone begin to ebb away, and you smiled in anticipation.

Again, a devilish grin spread across his face. You couldn’t help but notice how it seemed to pull upward more at the pale greyish hued half of Medic’s face. You wondered if you would eventually be able to tell which one was in control just by studying the face. But there were more important things to concentrate on right now.

“Be a good girl for me, and get onto the table, mädchen,” He said, nodding his head towards the metal operating table in the center of the room.

You obeyed without hesitation, hoisting yourself up into the cold surface. Realizing you were still wearing your top, you decided to remove it, discarding it along with your other clothing.

“Good. Now kneel there, on all fours, like a good little hündchen,” he growled, approaching the table slowly and watching you with a look that reminded you of a ravenous wolf.

Still, you complied. Thankfully the surgical table was large, and you were able to keep your balance easily, even in this pose. You watched as Medic made his way behind you. You tried to turn your head to see him, only to be met with a hand gripping your hair, forcing you to look ahead.

“Eyes forward. No looking yet,” he said, his voice commanding obedience. “Don’t make me blindfold you.”

The grip on your hair softened, actually turning into a soft petting motion, indicating that the gentler side had taken over for a moment. You hummed contently as he brushed his hands down your back.

“You’re irresistible like this, presenting so nicely for me,” Medic said. You could practically hear the smile in his voice. You gasped softly when you felt a finger brush along your still sensitive entrance. You shuffled back on the table until you were right on the edge of the metal, allowing him unhindered access to your body.

“And still so wet from earlier,” Medic admired, leaning over to speak right in your ear. “Schöne schlampe. You’re so eager for me to take you.”

“Yes, yes please!” You begged, making the mistake of glancing behind you. The grip on your hair quickly returned, forcing you to turn away again.

“Where did I tell you to keep your eyes, kleiner hund?”

“I’m sorry sir,” you said, shuddering as his voice deepened slightly.

“That wasn’t an answer, schatz,” he warned, tugging your hair a bit harder, just enough to make you whine.

“You told me to keep my eyes forward,” you stammered.

“That’s right.”

You yelped at the swift smack on your ass. You were more startled by the harsh sound than by the pain. Honestly, part of you expected this, and maybe even looked forward to this. You moaned as you felt his hands knead the supple flesh that he had struck.

“Gott liebling, you sound so beautiful,” Medic said, sounding in awe. It boosted your ego just a bit, and in a moment of boldness, you moved your ass up against Medic’s groin, tempting him to either spank you again, or do something a bit more invasive .

“Please,” you whispered, your voice low. You wished you could turn around and flash him a sultry glance to tempt him even further.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You felt a pair of hands clutch your waist, the nails digging in and making you whimper.

“Sir!” You gasped, realizing your mistake. “Please, sir!”

“Good fraulein”

Another strike on your ass made you cry out. You delighted in the conflicting sensations, relishing the pain and the rush of adrenaline that came with it.

“Do you want more?” His voice sent shivers up your spine yet again. You were practically trembling. “You want it harder, ja? You’re enjoying your punishment, enjoying everything we do to you, like a good little schlampe.”

He laughed, his grip once again moving to your waist. You were pulled even closer to him, just barely keeping your balance on the edge of the table. You could feel the rumble of his laughter, and, more importantly, his erection against your backside. With a sly grin, you grinded against him, eliciting a deep growl.

“Tempting us, are you?” He asked, sounding slightly breathy. You could tell he was struggling to restrain himself from fucking you into the table then and there. It wouldn’t be long now.

“You want this, mädchen?” He unzipped his fly, and took hold of his cock, pressing it against your slit but not entering yet. You felt him lean over, breath hot against your ear, words coming out in animalistic growls.

“Then show me how much you want it. Beg.”

“Please! I want you to fuck me,” you cried.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it so fucking badly. I want it so much! God, please!”

Your cries were cut off by a dark chuckle. You heard it as much as felt it, the soft rumble in his chest, as he was still leaning over you.

“Well, how could I deny such a desperate little schlampe?”

You felt him line up and enter you quickly from behind, a position that made it easy for him to thrust deep and hard into you with little hindrance.

Pressing your face into the cold metal of the table, you moaned as he pounded you mercilessly. You held onto the edges of the table in a white knuckled grip, trying to keep yourself steady.

Medic’s moans were animalistic, making you feel like prey at his mercy. You loved every minute of it. You even managed to sneak a few glimpses of him behind you, his eyes narrow with concentration.

You stayed in that position for a few minutes longer until Medic pulled out without warning. Before you could even get a word of complaint out, you were flipped onto your back and quickly thrusted into once again. You cried out in surprise and pleasure, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the suddenness of it all.

“I’m sorry mein liebe. I just had to see that pretty face of yours,” Medic moaned, pressing a kiss to your neck and eventually moving up to your lips. You kissed back fervently, enjoying the moment of calm.

It didn’t last long. Medic’s gentler thrusts grew more frantic and familiarly rough, as did the kisses. He trailed his way back down your jawline and returned to your neck. It started with hesitant nips at your sensitive flesh, but it wasn’t long until you were being bit. Teeth marks and bruises began to decorate your neck and collar.

“Do you like that, hündchen?” he growled into the crook of your neck, continuing to mark you up in between his words. He bit down especially hard, as if to claim you. “Mein kleines haustier. You’re all mine.”

“Fuck, yes!” You moaned as his thrusts found that especially sensitive spot inside you, slamming into it repeatedly. If he kept moving like that, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

You made no secret of how good he was making you feel, moaning with abandon. It only encouraged him to keep up the pace for as long as he could. You felt him growl against your neck with the effort, his thrusts growing uneven as he approached climax as well.

“Gott liebling, I’m so close,” Medic groaned, gripping the edges of the surgical table as he tried to hold off for just a little longer. “Come for us, mädchen.”

You trembled at the demanding growl that he spoke in. Coupled with the well placed thrusts, it proved to be enough to push you over the edge. You wrapped your legs around Medic’s hips, trembling as you came.

“That's it, let it go, just for us- oh Gott!”

It felt so rewarding to hear that self assured, dominant voice come undone. You listened closely to how it rapidly switched between Medic’s usual moans and those savage, almost inhuman growls. You found both sounds incredibly erotic on there own, and hearing them rapidly vacillate like this was indescribable.

You yelped as his arms suddenly wrapped around you, lifting you upright and holding you against him as you both rode out your orgasms. You relaxed into the gentle rise and fall of his chest, just beginning to come down from your collective high. You were left panting against each other, sweating, and desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Mein schönes mädchen,” he whispered, breathless and thoroughly spent. His eyes were half lidded and he wore a satisfied grin, which you returned in kind.

“That was really good,” you said when you finally caught your breath enough to speak.

“You never cease to surprise me, liebling,” Medic said, a slight laugh in his voice. You smiled at that. Honestly, you surprised yourself with how bold you had been in initiating this in the first place.

You absentmindedly tracing the seam that ran up Medic’s chest. At some point, several top buttons of Medic’s shirt had come undone, exposing the row of staples. Perhaps you could take advantage of their sensitivity more next time.

Oh, wait. Your face dropped momentarily as you forced yourself to come back to reality.

“Um, are you still planning on getting rid of…” you trailed off, motioning generally towards the paler half of his body, as if you could avoid its attention simply by refusing to acknowledge it verbally. Of course, this did not work, and your question was responded to with a harsh laugh.

“I can’t simply be ‘gotten rid of,’ mädchen,” he said, leaning in closer. “Besides, I don’t think you want that, do you? Perhaps you want a second round? Insatiable little-”

He was cut off swiftly with a growl of annoyance from Medic. You tried to hide your disappointment, but then again, you highly doubted you had the strength to go another round anyway.

“Now, that’s enough of that,” Medic muttered, composing himself. “I think we’ve had quite enough for today.”

He looked at the bite marks and small bruises patterning your neck and collarbone, running a hand over them tentatively. You glanced down at the few you could see, wondering how you were going to hide them. Turtle neck sweaters didn’t exactly mingle well with the heat of New Mexico.

But you weren’t going to worry about that now. You looked up expectantly at Medic. You were still waiting for an answer to your question, and he looked deep in thought.

“I’m sorry liebling, but I’m afraid he would simply be a hindrance to my work. Even now I can feel him trying to claw his way to the forefront,” he said, looking at you apologetically.

You sighed. You had gone into this knowing it would probably be a once in a lifetime experience, but you still felt a small pang of disappointment. Then you heard Medic hum to himself. Glancing up at him, you saw that he looked deep in thought, and you knew that meant he wasn’t yet ready to drop the subject himself.

“Then again, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want a repeat performance of this. So maybe- just maybe- we won’t have to be completely rid of him,” he said.

“You could do that?” You asked, trying to figure out the logistics of what Medic was suggesting, not willing to ask him exactly how it could be done. The last thing you wanted was to sit through another scientific lecture.

“Oh ja, if I could just find a way to put him away temporarily, and revive him for occasions like this, it could work,” he mused, half to you, and half to himself. “It would be difficult, but I’m always up for a challenge! And besides-”

He leaned in to whisper in your ear. Whether it was the second personality taking over again, or simply Medic being especially filthy, you weren’t sure. Still, you clung hopefully to every word.

“If it means I get to see you squirm and beg for me like that again, it’s a challenge I’ll gladly accept.”

#medic second opinion #second opinion tf2 #tf2 x reader #medic x reader #tf2 #team fortress medic #team fortress 2 medic #merc x reader #x reader #medic tf2 #tf2 medic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #tf2 smut #cross posted on ao3 #minors dni

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queenie-says-free-palestine · 6 months

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Hi queenie! I hope I don't sound ignorant, but every single article on Palestine and Israel seems heavily biased and stuff, so I just wanted to ask you if you had a fully-fledged and explained post or something about the situation? Or, if you don't could you explain it to me?

I really want to know what's happening between the two places.

Sorry if I sound rude or ignorant

sorry this took a while to answer ive been kinda busy lol

dw idm !! im happy to explain it to you, but keep in mind that im only human n there might be missing info. all the information i use is verifiable—i didnt go off of rumors or anything like that

i explained the history briefly in a post i made on my main blog where i was tryna detail the israel-palestine situation:

zionist movements began in maybe mid 19th century, jews worldwide were being persecuted and they wanted a land to themselves. they had their eyes set on palestine, even tho the palestinian bedouins there have been living in palestine for at least 1500 years

wwii left millions of jews stranded, so in 1947, the united nations suggested dividing palestine into a jewish and arab state. the jews accepted, but the arabs rejected it. this rejection was ultimately ignored, and israel declared itself a state in 1947, leading to palestinian arabs being displaced and a war starting between israel and arab nations. this was known as nakba—literally the arabic word for disaster, it mainly refers to palestinians being displaced after israel declared independence

the six-day war of 1967 was a conflict ultimately won by israel—they took control of the west bank, the gaza strip, and east jerusalem. conflicts got worse from here, and violence against civilians grew. its been snowballing since then

now, what i didnt mention here was that jews do have a history in the land, but the reason i didnt mention that was because the vast majority of that history dates back to 2000 years ago, when they were exiled by the romans, n they still claim ties to the land due to this history and also the religious significance it has in judaism, as it has been mentioned in the torah several times. not to mention that jerusalem is the location of the west wall, which holds extreme significance in judaism

they have almost always lived in palestine as a minority. in fact, whent the un plan was made, the jews were given 55% of the land despite only being an estimated 30% of the population

what i also didnt mention is the extremely disproportionate number of casualties. the usa and uk have both been vocal in aiding israel, and esp the usa helps fund its military n help it build its military, whereas palestine has virtually no method of defense. according to the un, roughly 6400 palestinians and 300 israelis have been killed since 2008, not including recent fatalities, and not including the 60 years from the nakba until 2008

im sure youve seen videos or seen stories on the news of dead palestinian children, and these deaths are sometimes celebrated by israel because they were fighting back against the idf, however this form of "fighting back" is usually firing rocks at tanks using slingshots, and then proceeding to get shot

now, whats going on now is a result of the "snowballing" i mentioned. the problem was meant to be solved by the oslo accords, which was meant to be an agreement to help issues on both sides (for palestine it was meant to help economic development in palestinian society, as well as stop the construction and expansion of israeli settlements in the west bank n gaza strip. for israel it was meant to make a promise of peace, ending hostility esp from extremist palestinian movements such as hamas). however, the promises made in these accords were never met

now, hamas is something youve heard abt often, im sure. its an extremist militant group who works largely in gaza (they have absolutely no soldiers in the west bank, although they do have some support there) whose main objective is to take back palestine and give it to the palestinians. however, their methods of doing so are extremely unorthodox, as they tend to take courses of action such as smuggling rockets via a series of tunnels, suicide bombings, and also they largely target civilian populations

its also notable that they were voted for by the gazan population in 2006, where half of the population were children, so only a maximum of 50% of the gazan population voted for them. since this voting was also in 2006 (17 years ago) and the gazan population is still 50% minors, this means that only a maximum of 25% of the gazan population today were part of those who voted for hamas

what happened a couple weeks ago at the start of the war was that hamas had been planning for abt a year an attack on israel in retaliation for the thousands upon thousands of palestinians who have been killed, and the thing is that no one suspected it. thats one of the reasons why it shook the world

in the first couple days, israeli casualties outnumbered palestinian casualties, reaching abt 600 while palestine sat at just under 200. there was a music festival which hamas attacked, killing 260 civilians, injuring even more, and taking an unknown number of hostages, some of whom were not israeli and in fact just people visiting from other countries on israeli visas

israel retaliated heavily, with the israeli defense minister referring to palestinians as 'human animals', and they warned 1.1 million gazans to leave northern gaza (despite the fact that gaza is a 41km*12km piece of land thats been closed off for the past fifteen years) because they were going to level it. they also bombed a hospital, which is against international law and is a war crime, admitted it in a string of tweets, and then deleted them

they also damaged gaza's oldest church, the third oldest in the world which is estimated to be 1600 years old, where 400-500 palestinians were hiding. theres around 27 fatalities confirmed and an unknown number of people still trapped under the rubble

additionally theres a load of claims of things hamas has done (beheading babies n raping women being the most popular allegations) but basically none of these have based sources, and a lot of things israel accuses hamas of include crimes that members of the idf (israel defense force) has committed against palestinians in previous decades

so please fact check everything you hear, and be wary of biased sources

#hope this is okay!#palestine #free palestine #israel #gaza #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #فلسطين #save palestine #fuck israel #israel is not a country

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woe, the first wip wednesday of the 2024 be upon us

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton to share some wippy goodness today. here's some more katc interlude ii from gus' pov. please enjoy this VERY ROUGH draft (with brackets and everything!)

There, sitting in the chair beside Augustine’s bed, is none other than Joseph Seed.

Augustine nearly doesn’t recognize him at first. Not without the sunglasses. They’re a common source of ridicule among his co-workers -- “What kind of asshole wears piss-colored glasses, anyway?” is a common refrain amongst the townspeople whenever the preacher is spotted outside the island where he built his Church.

Once, back when Augustine was naive and new to town, he’d made the mistake of coming to Joseph’s defense. “Maybe they’re prescription,” he’d posited, believing it to be harmless speculation. “For migraines or something.”

He’d never been more quickly ostracized in his life.

It’d taken weeks to get back into his fellow rangers’ good graces, and even then it was only because Ben had convinced them to give him a second chance. “C’mon, he’s new. Kid didn’t know any better.”

Augustine learned to keep his mouth shut when it came to Joseph Seed and his family. If it’s taboo to say anything nice about the man, then he’d rather not say anything about him at all.

Hastily, Augustine lifts himself into a seated position and combs his fingers through his hair, trying to make himself look more presentable. “Mister Seed,” he starts, before realizing he has no idea what the appropriate honorific is. “Uh…Pastor Seed?”

“Father is fine,” he smiles. The corners of those bright blue eyes crinkle warmly.

“Father Seed,” Augustine corrects, but the way Joseph lips thin like he’s biting back a laugh tells him he still didn’t get it quite right. Anxiety coils tightly in his gut -- Already fucked it up -- but he swallows around the lump in his throat, pushing it down. “I ain’t mean for this to sound rude or ungrateful, but,” he hesitates a moment, warily eying the man in the doorway. Broad shouldered and donning an army field jacket, the man has a hardened and calculating look in his eyes; one that’s very similar to the look Sybille has whenever he drags her out to meet new people. He’s being sized up. This man is judging his actions, weighing his worth, and the rhythmic beeping on the heart monitor quickens at the idea that he may find Augustine wanting. His attention returns to Joseph’s curious gaze. “What are you doing here?”

“My brother, Jacob,” he motions to the man in the doorway, “told me about what happened to you last night. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Although Augustine’s pulse slows to its normal rhythm, blood rushes to his cheeks. “Oh,” he says dumbly. “I -- uh…” His hands clasp together and he bashfully averts his eyes to stare at his worrying fingers instead. “I’m okay. Been better, but…I’m alright.”

“That’s excellent to hear,” Joseph says gently.

Augustine nods and a long stretch of unbearably heavy silence settles over them. He chews on the inside of his cheek until the bitter metallic tang of blood bursts on his tongue, wracking his brain for a topic of conversation, but he comes up empty. “I’m sorry,” he says after an awkward cough. “I ain’t much of a conversationalist and I’m…Well, I wasn’t…”

“You were expecting someone else,” Joseph nods. [insert something about the compassion and understanding and warmth in his voice, rather than the anger and hostility augustine anticipates]

A lame, “Yeah,” is all Augustine can muster in response. His fingers fidget nervously in his lap. “You, uh…You ain’t happen to know if my sister’s here, do you? I gave Ben my phone so he could call her, but.. Um…” he trails off again. Whatever drug they’ve been using to sedate him and numb the pain has also stolen the second half of most of his thoughts as well.

Joseph sighs heavily and his brows knit together. He removes his glasses, neatly folding the arms and tucking them into the breast pocket of his vest. A warm hand comes to rest on top of Augustine’s clasped ones.

Augustine knows what that gesture means. It’s what Mama did when she sat him down to tell him that she had cancer and what the kind paramedic did when she told him she was sorry for his loss after he’d found both Mama and Daddy dead in the living room. It’s the kind of comforting gesture one gives before delivering bad news or condolences. Yet as Joseph’s long, spindly fingers wrap around his own, the warmth, accompanied by a sympathetic squeeze manages to keep the knot of anxiety in his gut from growing larger.

“The phone lines have gone down,” Joseph murmurs. “I’m afraid we haven’t been able to get through to her yet.”

Augustine’s eyes go wide. “The phone lines are down?” he repeats. The County is no stranger to strong winds ripping through the valley, but last he checked the forecast hadn’t predicted anything strong enough to knock out the phones. “What happened?”

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#wip wednesday #wip: kneeling at the crossroads #i'm turning off editing brain until i finish the chap so things are gonna be rough #also yes. ben was playing 'secret peggie' the entire time. for intel purposes. no one suspected he was one of jacob's chosen #at least not until he slaughtered his co-workers who were on duty during the reaping <3

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notsunnyowo · 1 year

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Your Name

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader (part 2)

(part 1)

Soulmate.

Such a fascinating concept. One would be lucky to find the other half of their soul, their mate. That one person who completes you, makes you feel whole again.

Even if you might've never known that you could ever feel in such a way.

***

"Mom! Have you seen my other shoe? I can't find it anywhere!" (Y/n) called out, crouching down and looking around for her missing shoe.

"Have you tried looking on the drawers?"

"Of course I have! It's not anywhere!" The girl slumped. "I can't believe I managed to loose my shoe! I've officially got the worst luck ever."

"Oh quit your sulking." Her mother said as she entered the hallway and walked over to her daughter. "I'll find that shoe of yours."

"It's pointless mom! I've literally looked everywhere and there's absolutely no sign of my other-"

"Found it."

The awestruck girl looked at her mother as if she'd just done the most mind-blowing magic trick of all time. "What? How?"

Handing her the other shoe (Y/n)'s mother patted her daughter on the back. "Not important, now get a move on kiddo! You don't want to be late for school now, do you?"

Wiping the disbelief off her features, the (h/c) haired girl took the shoe and put it on, tying the laces into a neat knot.

"Bag? Check. ~ Uniform? Check. ~ Awesome attitude? Double check. M'all ready to go!" She smiled before giving her mom a quick hug goodbye.

"Bye mom! I'll see you after school!"

***

Emeny.

A person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. Most would consider themselves lucky not to have an encounter with such a person.

However.

Although a few. There are certain exceptions who'd be thrilled to meet that exact person.

***

With her hand tightly holding the strap of her bag, the girl made her way towards her new school.

UA High.

The school for the best of the best. The best school in Japan for any and all who sought a career in the hero business. Be it as a support item designer or a hero, UA was the best place for the job!

After all.. The top heroes had graduated there, so it only made sense that it was the best.

I can't believe I'm actually attending UA! This is so cool! Maybe I'll get to meet some Pro-Heros while on campus. ~ Wasn't there a rumor about All Might teaching here?

That would be so coo-

Slam!

Thanks to her daydreaming and not paying enough attention to her surroundings, the young girl walked right into something, or rather, someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!-" She immediately apologized, embarrassment seeping into her with each passing second as she glanced at the tall blonde in front of get.

Sweet mother of cheese, is this guy real?

Right in front of her was standing a tall, broad guy who by her standards, looked like someone out of a teen magazine. She felt the heat rising to her cheecks as she realized that she was still pressed against his chest.

Am I dreaming or is that a six pack?-

Shooing those thoughts out of her head she immediately backed up.

Good lord he was hot.

"Are you blind or something? Can't you fucking see where you're going?" His gruff and extremely abrasive voice sounded.

So much for being hot.-

Upon further inspection the boy appeared to be around her age and absolutely pissed.

With a scowl matching the boy's one, (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest. Tilting her head up, she glared back at him.

"Rude much." She spat, a strong distaste coating her words.

So what if she found him attractive? That was no way to speak to someone you just met! Even if they'd just bumped into you.

"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want me to say? ~ Perhaps a written apology? Would that suit your needs?"

"Oi, are you mocking me?!" The blonde shot back as a set of tiny explosions ignited in his hand.

Must be his quirk.

"And what if I am?" She said under her breath. "Mr. Blasty Mc-splody." The nickname rolled off her tounge with such ease she almost didn't realize she'd said it.

At that nickname, the already irritated blonde was now fuming with rage. Who did this girl think she was? Talking to him like that! He ought'a show her who's boss.

"You wanna say that again, you extra?" The boy growled, his words laced with venom.

"Oh, I dunno." Replied (Y/n), giving him a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders. "Look. I'd love to stay and chat but- I've got places to be, people to meet. ~ So, y'know."

The girl further emphasized her words with a quick shoulder raze and a simultaneous side-tilt of her head.

"See ya!" She waved, before walking around the awestruck blonde and continuing on her merry way.

What the fuck just happened?

***

"UA at last!" (Y/n) sighed as she looked up at the large school building. "I still can't actually believe I made it here!"

The school was big, almost too big for her liking. There were so many different corridors and areas, one might get lost trying to navigate them! It was a pure miracle that (Y/n) didn't loose her way on her little quest to find class 1-A's homeroom.

Once she finally did though, she was immediately met with the colossal door in front of her classroom.

Woah.

Taking in a deep breath, the girl stepped trough the door and into the classroom. There weren't too many students inside giving the girl just about enough seating spots to choose from. Opting for a spot near the window she placed her backpack onto the desk.

"Hi there!" A voice from behind called out to her, causing the young student to quickly turn around and face whoever had approached her.

A girl with short pink hair and matching pink skin was smiling widely at her.

"Oh, hello." (Y/n) replied, sounding a bit more nervous than she intended to.

"I'm Mina Ashido! It's nice to meet'cha!"

Seeing the cheerful girl (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back. "Nice to meet you too. I'm (L/n) (Y/n)."

"So what school are you from (L/n)?" The pink-toned girl asked, leaning on the desk.

"Oh, I'm from Yokosuka Junior High." She answered before shooting the girl with a question of her own. "And you?"

"Mustafa Private Middle School." The pink skinned girl replied.

For the next few minutes Mina and (Y/n) conversed on various topics. From their middle school years to their future plans and aspirations. The two girls really hit it off.

But all good things must come to an end.

And so (Y/n)'s carefree conversation was interrupted from the abrupt commotion coming from the desk behind her.

"You cannot sit in such a manner! You are disrespecting the school with your behavior! You are at UA, show some respect!" The stern voice caught (Y/n)'s attention.

But what really had her head turning was the painstakingly familiar, gruff voice that followed.

"Did they shove a stick up your ass? Or were you just born with it?"

Oh you've gotta be kidding me-

(Y/n) simply couldn't believe her luck. Out of all the people that could be in her class why did it have to be that hot arrogant guy she stumbled upon on her way to school?

For a split second the two locked eyes with one another. Vermillion orbs meeting (e/c) ones. In that moment, the girl felt an odd sensation in her wrist. It was as if a sudden source of heat had been brought right up to it causing the flesh to warm up.

That was.. odd, to say the least.

Noticing that the blonde's attention was no longer situated on him, the blue haired male glanced over to what, or in this case who, had managed to steal his attention away from the clearly extremely important lecture, young Tenya was giving to this brash boy who was now his classmate.

He did not recognize the girl, leasing him to the clear assumption that she must be from another school. And if that was the case he must do the proper thing in this situation and introduce himself to her.

"You there!" The boy said gesturing to the startalled female.

"Me?"

"Indeed. I apologize, I haven't introduced myself yet. ~ I'm Tenya Iida, from Somei Private Academy." He finished.

"O-Oh, I'm (L/n) (Y/n).. From Yokosuka Junior High." (L/n) answered. "It's nice to meet you."

Well this guy's attention sure did a full 180! Wasn't he busy lecturing to Blasty over there just a minute ago?

"The pleasure is all mine." He answered, however his words fell on deaf ears as young (L/n) was far too occupied with trying to ignore the ruby eyes boaring holes into the side of her head.

If looks could kill she was sure she'd be a gonner.

It took her all the strength she could muster to simply not look back at the blonde.

Lucky for her however, their teacher soon came to the rescue and pried the blonde's eyes off her. Thank you Erasure Head!

"Settle down class.." The way too tiered-looking man began. His whole demeanor really did fit the whole "I don't get payed enough for this" trope. Disheveled and unkept look, tiered eyes, he looked like everything except what you'd normally expect a proper teacher to look like.

"Since most of you don't know each other we can start off by introducing yourselves to the rest of your classmates."

The air was silent for a moment as everyone looked at one another, waiting to see if anyone was good Ng to step up and be the first to break this deafening silence.

Not waisting any more time Aizawa gestured to a green green haired boy. "Go on." He began, gesturing to the boy with his hand, giving him the que to start with his introduction.

The next few minutes were filled spent with students telling the others their names and a few interesting things about themselves. Just as (Y/n) had expected.

Well...

That was until his turn came.

In all honesty she hadn't expected to find him so quickly. She was sure that it was going Ng to take quite a long time, perhaps even a lifetime till she found him.a

She saw it as quite astonishing if she were to be completely honest.

And.. slightly saddening at the same time. Or perhaps disappointing would be a better a better fit?

"The name's Bakugou Katsuki."

***

The name your get on your hand belongs to either your soulmate..

Or your mortal enemy.

There's a fifty percent chance that a person gets either choice which at first doesn't seem like such a bad deal.

And perhaps it isn't? Who wouldn't be happy that it isn't a lower percentage?

The only thing that would make it better would be for there to exist a simple and easy way to determine which one you've got, instead of leaving it up to your own judgement of that person.

So then..

What does that leave me at?

A game of soulmate or not?

Author Note:

Thank you all for the support on the first chapter! You can also find this story on Ao3 under the same title. My account is IAintSunny.

This will be a multiple part story and I hope to see you all in the next chapter of Your Name!

(part 3)

Requested tag: @shininjjongg

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