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ahungeringknife · 8 months

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365: chlorine and coconut sunscreen

March 10

There's this song I like called 'Stacy's Brother' by Mad Tsai I listened to on repeat way too many times while writing this. It's... very dumb. But god it's a fun lil story lol.

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Maria's mom answered the door for Malik and smiled when she saw him. "Hey, Mrs. Thorpe," he said.

"Malik, here for homework?"

"Yeah," he said as she let him in. "Is Maria in her room?"

"She is," and Mrs. Thorpe closed the door. "Make sure she stays on task."

"Pfft. That's her job," he said and went into the house to Maria's room. He'd been here a thousand times so didn't feel awkward as he opened the door where Maria was on her bed working on their homework for the day. He left the door open.

"There you are," Maria looked up and Malik was not a bit awkward she'd changed since she'd come home from school. She was wearing a V-neck tank top and comfortable shorts that only went down to her mid thigh. Stuff the Vice Principle would have gotten on her about because he could see some of her cleavage. "You're late."

"I literally just got home after picking my brother up from school," Malik complained and joined her on the bed. "Not everyone has a free period at the end of the day."

"I guess," Maria said, leaning back in a way that made her look sexy, her long brown hair half braided along the side of her head. "And it isn't football season so I have no reason to stay after school," she allowed. Not that Maria played but she was co-captain of the cheer squad. Basically anyone with any sort of gymnastic ability got to be captain but this year there were only two.

"Did you get anything started?" Malik asked pulling out his notebooks.

"Yeah I got the math homework done already."

"Oh thank god," Malik groaned and Maria giggled. He hated math.

"You just worry about the Spanish homework," she winked at him.

He grinned at her, not minding her display of herself. Not like he'd do anything. He and Maria had been friends since before middle school back when girls had 'cooties'. "Sure sure once I copy your math homework," he said and she sat up to hand him her binder with the homework.

They did homework and hung out for a while as it got later. Eventually there was a dull knock on the open door, "Yo, dork and friend," and Malik looked up quickly. Maria's (sort of new) step brother was hanging off one of the door jambs. "Mom said it's dinner time." Malik only half heard. He was always an idiot the first few seconds Altair showed up. Eve had gotten remarried a few years ago and Altair was Umar's teenage son brought into the family. He was a sophomore in college now but still lived at home and fuck he was so hot. Tall, darkly tanned skin with dark brown hair he wore long enough that you could see it curled at the edges and the most intense light brown/amber eyes Malik had ever seen. Malik never got tired of looking at him.

"Okay. You staying then, Mal?" Maria asked him.

"Oh- uh, yeah," Malik stammered.

"Cool. Mom said wash up," and Altair left the doorway and Malik hoped he didn't look like such a fucking idiot.

"Also don't call me a dork, Altair," Maria called after him.

"Okay loser," Altair called from down the hall.

"Altair!" Mrs. Thorpe yelled from the kitchen and then some light scolding.

"Idiot falls for that every time," Maria snickered and got off her bed. Malik followed her and they washed their hands for dinner.

Dinner was good, if sort of boring. Mrs. Thorpe was a nice lady but a world class cook she was not. Malik had seen her spice cupboard before she'd married Altair's dad; the spiciest thing in it was sweet paprika. At least it wasn't spaghetti.

After dinner Malik helped clean up. He'd been over for dinner enough he wasn't a 'guest' anymore but a dinner staple so was put on clean up duty. He was putting away dishes and leftovers with Altair who'd been tasked with the proper cleanup. Maria had gone back to her room for the moment and the adults were watching TV in the living room. Malik knew Mrs. Thorpe would come and inspect the kitchen after they'd left.

"So what are you doing this weekend?" Altair asked him making him start.

"I have a part time job," Malik said after swallowing. They were basically standing side by side and Malik was so annoyed Altair also smelled nice. He was like singularly designed to be distracted to Malik and it was working.

"Oh yeah? Maria said she's got a big project due in two weeks."

"Ah, yeah. I have that too." They had to build a diorama of atoms and molecules. Way more fun than usual science homework. "I'll probably come over and work on it with Maria," he added.

"Nice. Some of the boys are coming over to go to the pool. You and the dork should come," and Malik did not imagine the wink Altair gave him. When was he working this weekend? He was pretty sure it was in the morning. He preferred morning shifts and his shifts weren't that long.

"After I get off, sure," he said and Altair gave him a smile that was almost a smirk.

"Sounds good. I can handle the rest. I'm sure dork princess supreme is looking for you," Altair said putting the filled plastic containers into the fridge.

"Probably," Malik said. Malik lingered another moment before leaving and going back to Maria's room to finish their homework. He was so oblivious to Maria's cleavage the rest of the night he was there.

Malik never felt awkward going over to Maria's usually but today he did. He didn't know why he bothered when Maria answered the door in a golden bikini with pink beach wrap around her waist. "Mal!" she said brightly when she saw him. Okay so he wasn't going to be alone.

"Sorry for the wait. They held me a few extra minutes at work," he apologized as he entered the house.

"It's fine. Now we can go." Malik was glad he also wasn't the only friend Maria had invited. She'd invited her friends Adha and Kass to join as well. "Guys Malik finally showed up."

"Hell yeah!" an unfamiliar voice cried.

There were three guys in the living room her didn't recognize and they all looked like various jock cliches each wearing the exact same slide on sandals and sunglasses on their heads but different swim trunks and t-shirts. "Bro not so loud," one said.

"We all here?" Mr. Thorpe asked.

"Yeah."

There was a bit of discussion over how everyone was getting to the pool and Malik ended up being in the middle of the back seat between two of Altair's friends in Altair's car. Was fine with him. Altair was at least nice enough to introduce them, "This is Ezio, Desmond, and Connor," he said pointing at each one in turn. Desmond and Ezio could have been brothers except Ezio grew his hair out and had an annoying New York Italian accent. Connor was... cute he supposed, and utterly done with his friends. "And this is my sister's friend, Malik."

"Yeah yeah you've mentioned him," Desmond said dismissively and Malik wound up between Ezio and Desmond in the back.

"So you're like childhood besties with Maria?" Ezio asked as they were following Mr. Thorpe's car which had the girls and adults in it.

"Uhh, sort of?" Malik said awkwardly. "We became friends in fifth grade."

"Oh yeah? How?"

"... We both had detention-

"Shit for real? That's how I met this guy," Connor said and pointed accusingly at Desmond.

"What were you in for?" Desmond asked.

"I told a teacher to go fuck themselves-" the entire car erupted into laughter.

"Shit, in fifth grade? That's like, what? Eleven or twelve?" Desmond wheezed.

"I had a real foul mouth growing up," Malik said awkwardly. "My dad swears like a sailor so I got it from him."

"What was the dork in for?" Altair asked.

"I think she stabbed her bully with a pencil?" This time the car was filled with 'ooooooooh!'s.

"I dunno Altair, I think your sister is cool," Ezio said mildly.

"Pffft, hardly," Altair said.

"Stabbing someone with a pencil is pretty hard core," Desmond agreed with Ezio.

"Yeah and now she wants to be a chemist; dork," Altair said in a gross voice making his friends laugh. These guys were fun. Malik liked them.

"So, Malik... you hitting that?"

"Oi!" Altair shouted.

"Ew, Ezio. Don't be crass," Desmond said.

"Don't fucking answer that," Altair said and Malik looked at him in the rear view.

"She's not really my type," Malik said truthfully.

"I'm going to kick your ass once we get to the pool, Ezio," Altair threatened. "Don't say that shit about my sister you fucking freak."

"It was just a question. Geeze you're so sensitive," Ezio said.

"Your brother is fucking that stuffy rich kid from your Art History class," Desmond said and Ezio immediately looked like he was about to hurl.

"No he isn't," Ezio said.

"Saw them making out in the dorms."

"I'm going to throw up," Ezio groaned.

Thankfully there were no more probing questions like that and everyone arrived at the pool in one piece. As soon as they got out of the car Altair put Ezio in a head lock and walked him around for a minute, reprimanding him about asking nasty questions about his sister.

The pool was the size of two Olympic pools with diving boards at the deep end. There was also a small slide on the side. A wading pool separate from the main pool for kids had one of those mushroom waterfalls too. The pool was busy but not crowded.

The adults found a spot to set up and Malik tried not to stare when Altair took his shirt off. He was buff in a worked out enough to be fit sort of way but wasn't jacked by any means. His friends were a bit more or less buff than him but Malik thought Altair was the best looking by far even if he had the same 'uniform' sunglasses as the other three. Before he could make a decision on wanting to hang with the older guys Kass got his attention and he was reminded he should probably hang out with his own friends even if he was the only guy.

Kass and Adha were both nice girls and part of cheer with Maria and Malik's friends by association but that was about it. He hung out with them enough to fit right into the friend group as they got into the pool to swim around.

They hung out for a while before Connor found them. "You guys want to mess around?" he asked them.

"Which means?" Maria asked, eyeing him.

"We were playing chicken but Ezio's a fat ass and you're all little," Connor said.

"I don't-

"That sounds fun," Kass said.

"Seriously?"

"Scared I'll kick your ass, Thorpe?" Kass asked smugly.

Malik was not shocked when that triggered Maria's competitive nature. "No. Let's go." Malik knew Kass knew Maria well enough that she'd done that on purpose.

They followed Connor to a part of the pool where the college guys could stand with just their upper chests above the water. "Hey, dork and friends, you showed up," Altair said.

"So who gets Malik or is he not playing?" Desmond asked, folding his arms thoughtfully.

"I can sit out-" Malik tried.

"Nah man. You can be my fighter," Altair said. Malik sunk into the water a bit with a gulp. Oh boy. Really? Seriously?

"You don't want your sister?"

"We fight enough I can't be on her side on principle," Altair said.

"Hey!" Maria cried.

They organized themselves into teams. Malik sat out the first grapple match with Adha, sitting on the edge of the pool nearby to watch. Altair and Desmond were also waiting it out but in the pool egging their friends on. "This is stupid," Adha sighed.

"Yeah but it's fun," Malik said.

"Yeah I guess." They watched Kass and Maria struggle to throw each other off the shoulders they were on. Then she looked at Malik and Malik started to feel very self conscious. Adha had moved to America in middle school and she just had a... way about her where sometimes she looked at Malik and it was like she knew what he was thinking. She looked away after a few seconds. "Maria's bathing suit is pretty cute don't you think?"

Malik was so caught off guard he didn't respond at first. "Ah- yeah? I guess so. I didn't really notice," he admitted with a shrug. Adha looked at Malik again. "Uhh...?"

"When are you and Maria going to go out?" she asked bluntly.

"Wha-- never?" Malik asked, barely sure himself for some reason.

"I don't believe you."

"Sorry?"

"Like everyone thinks you're dating."

"Who's 'everyone'?" Because they had very different ideas of 'everyone'.

"All of the cheer squad and like everyone in your classes," Adha said simply. "And why not?"

"She's not my type," Malik said.

Adha frowned. "So?"

"So? So what?"

"She's pretty, smart, and popular. How is that not your type?" Adha asked.

"She's just not my type okay. Geeze," he looked away, annoyed. "She's also been my friend like forever. I don't think about her like that."

"So where'd you get that?" and she touched her own neck. Malik immediately slapped his hand to his neck.

"Not from Maria," Malik said and they scowled at each other. He didn't owe Adha an explanation on where he'd gotten a hickey.

Adha folded her arms and looked away. "Too bad."

"Not my problem," Malik grumbled and they watched Kass finally throw Maria off Connor's shoulders and then flexed with a victory roar. It was actually impressive too because Kass had bigger arms than Malik. The older boys other than Connor cheered too.

Then it was Malik and Adha's turn and Malik felt not a bit self conscious about it. It wasn't like he was some short light weight like these girls but Altair didn't seem to mind. Adha didn't trash talk like Maria and Kass were from the sidelines but she did give him a thumbs down which irritated him. Desmond was the tallest person here so when he stood up with Adha she had the high ground on Malik.

Didn't matter. He had at least twenty or thirty pounds on her. There was some brief grappling before Malik tossed her off Desmond's shoulders. The other's cheered and Altair gave Malik a high five. The following match between him and Kass was less one sided and lasted a full minute before Ezio shoved Altair's head under the water and Kass could shove Malik off his shoulders.

Their self congratulating was so annoying.

The rest of the day passed with only some minor horse play and Malik and his friends being very impressed by the college guys doing front flips off the low diving board.

Eventually Malik dragged himself out of the pool, tired as hell from the swimming. Adha had already gotten out and gone back to the Thorpes on the side of the pool. Malik went to the changing room just to use the showers to rinse off the chlorine before he planned on passing out on one of the beach chairs for a little bit before they went home. He was finishing up when he saw Altair come in and glance around before seeing him.

"Hey."

"Hey?"

Altair frowned. "I'm sorry about what Ezio said earlier," Altair said.

"What'd he say?" Malik had already forgotten. He turned off the water since he was done anyway.

Altair looked sort of annoyed. "About if you were with Maria."

"Oh! Yeah it's fine. It didn't matter," he waved it away trying to be cool that Altair was up in his space. He was doing a very bad job at not looking at Altair's naked chest too. Outside it had been whatever but in this more intimate setting it was making his ears burn.

"Hey," and Malik started when Altair grabbed his chin and made him look at his face. "It matters to me," and Malik's heart jumped when Altair kissed him. He tasted like chlorine and coconut sunscreen.

Malik had had a crush on Altair almost as soon as Mrs. Thorpe had gotten married and he realized boys were a thing and no him not having a crush on girls was normal because boys. There'd been some flirting over the years but nothing had come of it until a few weeks ago. It'd been Malik's eighteenth birthday and Altair had just gone 'happy birthday' and kissed him in the backyard while they were being ignored by the party around because Malik's little brother Kadar was making a fool of himself. Malik had nearly fainted.

He still got all silly after Altair kissed him too. It was absolutely foolish but he couldn't help it. He licked his lips when Altair pulled away and had to clear his throat. "I know. But I don't care what people assume about me and Maria. Apparently half my class has an opinion," he rolled his eyes.

"So you going to tell her or what?" Because of course Maria didn't know. Malik felt weirdly guilty about it. Not that he didn't have feelings for her but that he'd hooked up with one of his best friend's brother.

"... No," he said after a moment. He knew she liked him and didn't want it to be more awkward than it had to be.

Altair folded his arms. "You should just tell her."

"Yeah but she'll probably cry and she's my best friend. I don't want to do that," Malik grimaced.

"I could-

"No," Malik said firmly.

Altair huffed. "Fine. I wish you'd just tell her so she stops dressing like a hussy at home whenever you're over-"

"What? She does not," Malik complained.

"Dude she comes home and when she knows you're coming over wears some of the sluttiest clothes she owns."

"And this is why I don't want to tell her," Malik groaned. "I'd fuck everything up."

"Sounds like a bitch ass excuse but okay," Altair was still sour but didn't push the subject anymore.

"Also for the record I don't remember anything out of Ezio's mouth," Malik said, heading out of the shower room.

"Yeah. That's about how you should treat him," Altair agreed, following him.

#365 #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #assassin's creed #altair #malik al sayf #altmal #maria thorpe #ezio auditore #desmond miles #connor kenway

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katsukisblackteddy · 3 years

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Okay, I know I already sent you another request, but this one...I just had to drop this one on ya. Can I request Bakugo, Hawks, Shinsou, and Dabi’s reaction to seeing their black s/o getting hit on in the most cringiest, fetishizing way while they’re standing next to them? Since the s/o is dating them, they know the things that should and shouldn’t be said to a black person, but the weirdo goes to them and says things along the lines of:

“Do you taste as chocolatey as you look?”

“Lemme conquer you in the bedroom”

“Twerk on me like Megan Thee Stallion”

And “Our kids are going to be great athletes”

Like the she is just stunned into mortified silence since she couldn’t process the audacity for someone to say something so disgusting. She’ll let her man’s handle it cuz the last thing she needs is to be charged with homicide.

(Trust me, writing those lines hurt me but not as much as it hurt when I was told these things 🤢)

“Why Don’t You Just Do Us All a Favor and Shut Up?”

You don’t understand how many times a trashy guy has said something like this to me thinking I would find it cute or attractive. So gross! As a society we need to do better and stop sexualizing and fetishizing black women and girls.

also the gif has nothing to do with this, I just thought it was cute.

Anyways...starts below the cut!

Warnings: swearing, fetishization of black women and girls, sleazy trashy guys, protective boyfriends, sexual implications

“Katsu, can we get ramen at that new place that just opened up the street?” (y/n) questioned, her (eye color) eyes wide with anticipation.

“Ok.” The usually explosive blonde agreed, snaking his larger hand into her slightly smaller one. (y/n) had finished training earlier and since it was a light day, Bakugou had suggested they walk around the downtown area. “It’s over this way, right?” (y/n) nodded simply, looking around at the different shops they passed on their way to the new ramen restaurant.

Ever since Katsuki had begun dating the black girl, he had calmed down significantly, though only around her...with everyone else he was just as explosive as he always was. The black girl was fiercely protective over her friends and especially Katsuki, though he didn’t really need it; probably a part of her tiger quirk, though it came off as more endearing than annoying.

“What are you gonna order?” She wondered, making small conversation as they waited to cross the street.

“What I always order.” He answered simply.

“The spiciest thing on the menu.” (y/n) and Katsuki said at the same time, (y/n) rolling her eyes with a smile.

“You won’t have any taste buds left if you burn them all off.” She teased as Katsuki rolled his crimson eyes at her, holding her close to him as they continued to wait.

A whistle caught the couple’s attention, Bakugou’s eyes narrowing as they fell on two boys standing at a shop located behind where they were standing. The two boys looked the same age if not a little older than (y/n) and Katsuki, the taller one had lime green hair and matching lime colored eyes. His pale face had a smirk plastered on it. The slightly shorter of the two had pink hair the color of bubble gum, lavender eyes focusing on the black girl, a smirk on his face also.

Despite (y/n) usually being confident, there was something highly uncomfortable about the way they were eyeing her that made her uneasy.

“Hey Riku, you think she’d go for someone like me? You know I have a thing for exotics.” (y/n) turned around, deciding to ignore them, they weren’t worth the time. She gripped Bakugou’s hand, turning him around, trying to think of something to say to distract them both from the annoying boys.

The ash blonde sent her a bewildered look, confused as to why she wasn’t going to say something to them. “They aren’t worth it. They’re extras, right?” She joked, flashing a half smile at her boyfriend.

Bakugou tched, but decided not to say anything since (y/n) didn’t seem to want him to.

“You know why exotics are the best?” The lime green haired boy questioned, loud enough to make sure Bakugou and (y/n) had heard it.

“Why Riku?” The bubble gum haired boy said, a creepy glint in his eyes.

“Because of that fat ass.” He snickered. “You think she’d let me get a taste of that chocolate?”

(Jesus Christ, I cringed writing that. 🤢)

Bakugou’s head whipped around to glare at the two boys, (y/n) turning around to look at them, holding herself back, but too shocked by what she had heard to catch Bakugou before he did something that would attract the attention of police.

“You two fucking clowns better shut the fuck up before you get a taste of my foot shoved so far up your asses it’ll be coming out of your fat fucking mouths.” Bakugou growled, punching them each in the face, making sure to heat up his hand so that it would definitely leave a mark.

(y/n) looked around to see a few people watching, as she let Bakugou beat up the boys before she finally decided it was enough. She placed a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up, the feral look in his crimson orbs dissipating to a gentle one.

“I just wanna go. Can we please, before the police get here?” She questioned as he punched them and kicked them a few more times before standing up and nodding.

“You won’t be fucking needing these either.” Bakugou said, going through their wallets, taking the money out before snapping the cards in half and tossing them on the street next to the boys who remained on the ground. “Let’s go.” He held out his hand, as she grabbed it and they walked across the street. “I hate these fucking extras.” He grumbled as they got to the ramen restaurant. Bakugou Katsuki had every intention of using the money he had just taken to pay for everything, it was the least they could do.

The woman was on her way to her apartment, getting off early from her patrol because not only was it a Friday, but the day after was her 23rd birthday and her pro-hero boyfriend seemed to have planned something, despite her telling him he didn’t have to.

Her phone rang, taking (y/n) out of her thoughts as she slid the answer button seeing her boyfriend’s picture pop up. “Hey Kei.” She answered happily, stopping at the corner, waiting to cross the street.

“Hey, Kid.” Came his response, causing the black woman to smile. “You got off early right? You wanna get (your favorite food/ drink)?”

“Really?!” (y/n) grew excited, her voice raising an octave as a laugh bubbled from her full lips. The couple was usually very busy and that meant they didn’t have a lot of time to just go to restaurants and walk around the downtown area, but since they had managed to get the afternoon and weekend off, Hawks was going to take full advantage of it.

“Yeah.” He laughed back. “I’ll meet you there?”

“Ok! Love you.” She told him.

“Love you too, Kid.” He said back before hanging up. (y/n) crossed the street, walking towards their favorite restaurant, her hero costume folded in the black backpack she wore on her back. She too was a pro-hero, though she wasn’t as popular as her boyfriend, she had recently gone pro in Japan, already a famous pro in her native country. She slid her phone into one of the pockets of her black jeans, her simple white t-shirt half tucked into her pants.

She increased her stride, her smile widening as she saw the crimson wings of her boyfriend up ahead. He turned around his own smile growing as she got closer. “How was patrol?” She asked him as he hugged her, the pair pulling away and intertwining hands.

“It was fine...kinda boring.” Hawks answered as they walked inside the establishment.

“Woah.” The cashier said softly, after ringing up your orders. Hawks paid, even though she protested though he responded by saying it was her birthday weekend and she wasn’t allowed to pay. The cashier, who seemed a little older than the two of the pros, named Ukyo, handed her her drink practically ignoring Hawks.

Keigo frowned, growing slightly annoyed, though he wouldn’t really peg himself as the jealous type, Ukyo just made everything very uncomfortable and Hawks was growing irritated that (y/n) was uneasy. It was the protective nature in him, which he would admit could get a little intense at times.

“Um, thanks.” (y/n) replied with a slightly awkward laugh before looking at Hawks to say she was ready to go. They had planned to walk through the park nearby. As they were stepping away, Ukyo called out.

“Hey wait, pretty girl!” He called out, catching the dark skinned woman off guard. “You forgot something.” She turned, raising an eyebrow before going back towards where Ukyo stood behind the counter. He held out a napkin to her, his messy chicken scratch handwriting on the piece of paper. “It’s my number. You should call me sometime, I’d love to get to know you more.”

“I already have a great boyfriend.” (y/n) replied, giving him a smile as he still pushed the napkin to her, managing to stuff it into her bag. At this, Hawks stepped closer, still remaining silent, wanting to let her handle it because he didn’t want to come off as overbearing or suffocating. “Really, I’m not interested. I love my boyfriend.”

“Who? Him? But our kids would be so cute! They’d be great athletes, you know?” He smiled widely at her, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her from leaving. Hawks had heard enough, at (y/n)’s silence and the way her eyes seemed to bore into his own, he dislodged some feathers, sending them at the cashier, stopping them a few centimeters away from him.

“Let her go, before you make me really mad.” Hawks said, glaring at the male, sharpening the feathers into blade-like devices, his golden eyes shining with anger.

“Chill out, Man! She’s hot! She was practically asking for it!” Ukyo put his hands up, Hawks’ eyes narrowing as a growl almost sounded from deep in his chest.

“You’re lucky my girlfriend’s here.” Hawks chuckled darkly, as (y/n) placed her hand in his own. “I would’ve cut your disrespectful racist ass.” Hawks walked away with (y/n), sending the feathers at the wall behind the cashier, just narrowly missing him.

Hawks smirked as he stepped outside, hearing the high pitched scream that came out of Ukyo at the feathers going near him, fearing he was about to be sent to the hospital. Hawks glared at him through the shop window, his wings flapping behind him as if he was about to send more feathers causing Ukyo to scream again, though this time a wet spot began to grow in his khaki colored pants.

Hawks’ eyes lit up as a loud laugh fell from his mouth causing (y/n) to laugh lightly. “Fucking bitch.” Hawks muttered as they walked towards the park. “I should’ve sent the feathers into him.”

“No, you did enough Kei.” (y/n) giggled, Hawks growing happy that he had gotten her to laugh after that rude cashier incident.

Every week after that Hawks would purposely walk past the shop, launching a feather through the window and into the wall, an adult sized diaper held to the wall by the sharp crimson feather, a note usually attached saying:

‘just thought you might need to start wearing these.

I hate you,

Hawks.

Ps: Show this to anyone, tell anyone about this, or do something like that to another person again and I’ll send the next feather so far up your ass, you’ll need surgery to remove it. xoxo’

(i decided to insert another character, like Mineta but 100x worse and not jokingly either. His name is Shintani Narisuke.)

(y/n) was sitting in the common room where everyone from the general studies class usually hung out during their down time. Although, surprisingly it was empty except for the purple haired Shinsou and his lavender haired girlfriend, (y/n). It honestly was just a coincidence that the pair both had purple hair, though the girls from their class thought it was the cutest. (y/n) placed her head on one of Shinsou’s shoulders as they watched a random movie on his laptop, pushing her goddess braids so that she could be more comfortable.

The common room was empty only because one of (y/n)’s friends and classmates had told everyone that they couldn’t go into the common room because Shinsou and (y/n) were on a date. Everyone obeyed her...she was kind of scary when she was determined about something.

“How can he just get away with that?” (y/n) questioned, placing some popcorn into her mouth, pausing to place some in Shinsou mouth as they continued to stare at the screen. The pair alternated, the next time Shinsou threw some into his mouth and then fed some to (y/n).

“I hate that guy...he reminds me of that annoying little grape kid in 1-A.” Shinsou mumbled, causing her to laugh.

“Mineta?”

“We don’t speak his name.” Shinsou joked as the pair broke out into laughs again.

“Hey (your nickname)!” The pair turned, Shinsou pausing the movie, to see Shintari Narisuke enter the room. (y/n) raised an eyebrow at the use of her nickname, that ONLY Shinsou used for her.

“It’s (your full name).” She corrected him.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” The average height boy pouted, sitting down next to her, causing Shinsou to sit up more, a frown on his face.

“What do you want, Shintari? We’re busy here.” Shinsou chimed in, slightly annoyed as he rolled his tired purple eyes.

“Not that busy.” The aqua blue haired boy responded, flashing a fake smile at Shinsou. His eyes narrowed as the frown on his face deepened.

“What do you want?” Shinsou repeated.

“Hey (y/n)...” Shintari dragged out, looking at the black girl with big eyes.

“Yes?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you kind of look like Megan Thee Stallion?”

“No…” The girl answered, confused as to where this was going. To her they looked nothing alike, though she was one of her favorite female rappers. “We don’t even look alike.”

“Your ass does though.” He answered smugly. “You think you could split on me like she does?” (y/n)’s eyes widened as she tried to process what he had just said. She was at a loss for words, completely surprised that he would go that far.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Shinsou grew angry, standing up and getting in the blue haired fool’s face. He had noticed that she was still slightly shocked, which is why he decided to handle it, because normally she was the one that would jump to put someone who needed it in their place.

“She heard me. Right, (your nickname)?” He said teasingly, his eyes not even looking at Shinsou. The usually disinterested male grew increasingly more angry, at being ignored and at the boy for using his nickname for his girlfriend.

“Do you think you could answer something for me?” Shinsou questioned catching the boy’s attention as Shinsou’s grip on his shirt tightened.

“Yeah, what do you want, Villain?” Shintari asked, falling for the trap. Shinsou’s purple eyes glowed softly as he activated his quirk.

“Shut the fuck up and…” Shinsou paused, really wanting to tell the kid to go take a long walk off of a short pier, but he knew he would probably be in trouble if he did that, so he took a deep breath. “Lock yourself in your room for the rest of the week and don’t come out.” Shinsou ultimately decided, letting the boy go with a smug smirk watching him walk down the hall.

The purple haired male turned, his focus going to his girlfriend who had a sick look on her face. “You okay, kitty?” He asked softly, sitting beside her. She simply wrapped her arms around him, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I hate that asshole.” She mumbled.

“I do too.” Shinsou agreed. “I’m sorry he said something like that to you. That was fucking gross.”

“Thanks for handling it.” She half smiled at him. “I think I would’ve killed him...then he really would’ve called me a villain.”

“Who gives a fuck, let’s finish the movie.” Shinsou laughed lightly, causing her to laugh too. “Besides, he already calls me a villain.”

(For this one (y/n) works in a bakery)

The black girl came from the back of the shop, a tray of fresh cookies in her hands, the sweet smell filling the store. She opened the glass cabinet, carefully transferring the cookies inside before going to return the tray to the back of the bakery.

Customers sat throughout the store, reading books from the bookshelves in the corner, drinking their coffees and teas while working, or simply just enjoying the warm atmosphere with their friends. (y/n) came back to the front, taking her place behind the register after washing her hands.

She looked up from where she had been adjusting a machine to the door, the sound of the ringing bell meaning someone new had entered. “Hi Baby.” The deep gravely voice said. She could hear the smile in his voice as she looked up, her own smile growing as she immediately recognized the voice.

“Hi Staples.” She teasingly replied. “What are you doing over here? I thought you were busy today.”

“I needed more.” He replied, holding up the bag at his side with the black hair dye inside.

“You want my help when I get off?” She clarified as he nodded, his blue eyes looking over her appearance. “What? You don’t like my uniform?” A soft smile on her face as she wiped down the counter.

“No, you look good.” His signature smirk appearing on his burned face. (y/n)’s heart fluttered slightly, the fiery boy never failed to make her heart skip a beat even after two years of dating.

“I get off in 50 minutes. You wanna hang around? I just made a fresh batch of cookies.”

“The ones I like?” His eyes seemed to sparkle like a kid in a candy store. Dabi loved to act big and bad, and that side of him was definitely...hot, but you loved to see the goofy childish side of him as well.

“Yeah, your favorite.” She replied, a large smile on her face as he nodded quickly, the dark hood of the sweatshirt pulled up on his head. “Alright. Here. I’ll be done soon.” She handed him a few cookies, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he slinked off to the seat he usually took in the corner of the shop when he waited for you.

(y/n) watched as he stood, picking up a book he had already started last time he came, sitting back down and flipping to the page he had left off on. Dabi...Touya wasn’t a bad guy, no matter what anyone told her, otherwise.

She was pulled out of her thoughts at the chime of the bell, a blonde man walking into the store. He must’ve been a traveler because he looked lost, especially with the way he had pulled up directions onto his phone. (y/n) gave him a friendly smile, “Hi, what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a...hot chocolate.” He said weirdly, giving her a smirk as his light eyes trailed up and down her body, at least the part that wasn’t hidden behind a counter. She nodded uneasily.

“Anything else?” Her mood had dropped, already tired of the male customer.

“How about your number?”

“No, sorry. I’m working and I-” He cut the girl off as she handed him his drink, ringing it up after she had made it.

“Come on, if it’s because I’m white...I’m hung like a black guy, if you know what I mean.” He said to the girl, Dabi’s eyes narrowing as he practically glared a hole through the blonde man.

“E-excuse me?” (y/n) repeated, blinking as she ran her hands over her apron, stepping back from him. She wasn’t even sure that had just happened, nothing that bad had ever happened at work before, just the occasional Wow, so pretty or Your hair is so fluffy, like a cloud from a few children when she wore it in an afro, that made her smile though, the kids were cute and everyone was generally respectful.

“If that’s why you won’t give me your number, you don’t have to worry about that.” He repeated.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up.” Dabi chimed in, catching his girlfriend completely off guard. She hadn’t even noticed he had come up behind him or moved from his seat.

“What’s your problem man? I don’t think this involves you at all.” The blonde guy shot him a glare before turning back to the black girl behind the counter and stepping closer. Dabi’s blue eyes seemed to hold small flames in them as his anger grew. A dark chuckle left his lips as he harshly brought his hand down onto the blonde shoulder, heating it up until the man’s jacket was practically smoking.

“That’s my girlfriend, man.” Dabi told the man mockingly, his voice low and his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t mind you calling her pretty, because she’s gorgeous but if you disrespect her, then you’re gonna deal with me.”

“Ew you fucking creep. I’ll call the police.” He threatened after turning and seeing Dabi’s face. Dabi tilted his head to the side slightly, a slow smile growing on his face, though it seemed more eerie than anything.

“I’ll give you something to call them about.” Dabi threatened. “Now, why don’t you leave and if I see you around here again, I’ll burn your ass so bad you’ll be virtually unrecognizable.”

“Fuck all of you. This place is shit anyway and the bitch behind the counter looks like a fucking monkey.” The guy announced going to walk out of the bakery.

“Not acceptable. Apologize.” Dabi demanded, his hand going around the blonde’s neck as he heated his hand up, making sure it would leave a burn.

“Sorry.” The guy cried out, Dabi rolling his eyes before shoving him towards the door, a scoff leaving his lips as the guy tripped on the way out.

“You know you’re gorgeous right?” Dabi questioned as (y/n)’s best friend and coworker told her to go home after that incident. Dabi grabbed (y/n)’s hand, waving back at her coworker before the couple walked towards their apartment, (y/n) excited to dye Dabi’s hair.

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AO3 | FFN Royai Week 2021 | Day 1 – King’s gambit/Queen’s gambit Rating: M (light drinking, sexual content) Genre: Lemon Word Count: 3,230

A/N: Happy Royai Week, everyone! Welcome to the spiciest thing I've written so far, which marks the first time I'm starting Royai Week with smut. I hope this feeds you well. Special shoutout to Mica for adding life to this with the gorgeous art! 😍

Something stirs in her; on one hand, it would be easy to call it yearning. But on the other, nothing that concerns Roy Mustang has ever been easy. Riza has always equated these things with methodical moves and calculated risks.

And so, for once, Riza pictures herself playing her game not for Roy’s sake, but for hers. She imagines that the stakes are different, the rules may be broken, and the only person she has ever wanted is both her gamble and her prize. She could have it all now—she need only play her piece.

———

Roy Mustang was made for a night like this. Handsome, stylish dress uniform, hair slicked back like a frame around his striking facial features, an air of dignity in his walk, his posture, even his gaze. He wears it all so well that he stands out from older, more distinguished company in the East City Hotel, where tonight, the Eastern Army is holding an extravagant ball in recognition of its recently promoted officers.

Riza is present as well, of course. For the occasion, she has traded her usual military attire for a blue satin gown with a flatteringly slender silhouette. A sash pinned with the insignia of her rank hangs from her shoulder to her hip. Having gone up the stage much earlier in the program for her own recognition, she has now retreated to the far end of the room, from where she’s got a full view of Roy as he waits to be called in front of the crowd.

Her promotion from Second to First Lieutenant is nowhere near as significant as his becoming Colonel, but it is no less her night than his. Selfish though the thought may be, it’s true that Roy owes this night to her, every title and every honor conferred to him. In every aspect of his life, she has made a crucial choice that allowed him to take a step in the right direction towards their goals—his goals that she has chosen to make her own.

“For the rank of Colonel, Roy Mustang…”

It was Riza’s choice to join him in the military, and it was this choice that has kept him on his path and his eyes on these goals. She has been devoted to his success just as much as to her act of atonement, but she was not subservient to either. Roy also carries with him the burden of their sins in Ishval. Her responsibility over his atonement means that she has more power than a subordinate would normally have under their superior. Anyone could be a dutiful subordinate or competent bodyguard, after all, but only she could be trusted with his life as well as his death.

“… the formidable Flame Alchemist…”

And it was her choice to reveal the secrets of flame alchemy, entrusted to her by her father, that first set him on the path towards his goals for the people and the country in the first place. Had she not trusted him, Roy would have searched further and longer for some other practice of alchemy. Had Riza chosen to die with her father’s secrets, Roy might not have come anywhere near who he is now.

“… and Hero of Ishval.”

Every choice she has made in their intertwined lives has determined the course of his, even when he should have been none of her concern. This was especially true in Ishval. She could have pulled the trigger at any time when she despised him most. She could have reversed the choice that brought him to Ishval. Riza chose instead to be an ally—a friend in a war where every other sense of humanity seemed to have been lost.

The Hero of Ishval was made through her actions; as was the Flame Alchemist; as was this shiny new Colonel Roy Mustang. As he is introduced by Lieutenant General Grumman, he takes his place at the center of the ballroom stage, and his titles and promotion seem all the more impressive due to the fact that he is the only new Colonel being recognized tonight. The crowd erupts in a reverent applause which Riza does not join in.

In different circumstances, if it weren’t for the very cards they have been dealt, tonight could have truly been happy, a cause for celebration. But their plans continue forming and unfolding; this game on which they have staked their lives does not pause. And so Riza watches him as she drinks her champagne, quietly imagining the steps they ought to take next, the moves they must plan, the sacrifices she must make in this gambit where she is both player and piece and he is the king set to take it all.

Her life is a game which she plays for Roy Mustang to win.

When his moment passes and the ceremony moves on, Roy descends from the stage, searching through the crowd for Riza. He finds her and meets her gaze across the room, and for a moment she wavers in her train of thought. She is familiar with this feeling. She has felt its pull before, but never this strongly, never with enough clarity so as to explicitly name him its object. How could she possibly feel it towards someone for whose sake she has forgotten her own needs and her own desires? How could she not be indifferent instead?

Riza leaves her champagne on a nearby table and turns in the opposite direction to walk off its effects. The party thankfully offers plenty enough distraction from the drink and from Roy. She meets a few colleagues here and there, makes small talk, and when she loses sight of Roy, she’s certain that he has been intercepted by people wishing to congratulate him or rub elbows with him for his prodigious rise through the ranks. She soon manages to extricate herself from the crowd and disappear from the ballroom.

———

“You should be celebrating tonight, Lieutenant.”

Riza knows that Roy has found her before he even speaks. She didn’t think that he would. She had wandered around the hotel until she found herself in distant, unfamiliar hallways decorated with beautiful artwork that she could admire until her intoxication had worn off enough to safely drive home. But there is no mistaking the sound of his footsteps or the scent of his perfume tinged with the liquor from the party. Part of her wants to disappear again, but his proximity in an otherwise deserted place seems to further slow down her currently unreliable reflexes.

Riza smiles dryly. “Does it matter if we received our actual promotions a week ago? We all know this is just an excuse to flatter ourselves and have a good time without spending our own money.” Roy smirks as she shakes her head. “Either way, I think I'll enjoy the party much better here, away from the crowd. But you're everyone's darling for the evening. They'll be wanting you back."

Roy sighs and rubs the side of his head, as if the very thought tires him. "I see enough of them at work. And there's going to be more of them around now, especially when we get transferred to Central. This night isn't about them."

The mention of Central causes Riza to bristle with alertness. She whips her head around to ascertain that the hallway is deserted. Behind her, she finds an intricately carved double door, and she quickly strides across the hallway to it. To her surprise, it is unlocked; the room beyond it appears to be dark and deserted. Riza shoots a glance at Roy as she enters. He swiftly follows.

Riza spots a nearby floor lamp just before she locks the door. For a moment, the room is pitch black, then Riza switches on the lamp. Its warm glow is just enough for her to make out Roy’s face and the silhouettes of the furniture in the room. They seem to have found themselves in a lavish parlour with a high-backed sofa and matching armchairs, a handsome tea table for two, a fireplace carved from white marble, and a vintage piano.

“I see you’re already making plans for proceeding to Central,” Riza begins. “We should be more careful about discussing them from now on, Colonel. Everyone has their eyes on you.”

Roy stares at her questioningly. Then, a small laugh breaks through his expression, and he shakes his head. “I’m not. I didn’t come looking for you to talk about our plans.”

She frowns. “What is it, then?”

“It’s just like I said. You should be celebrating tonight.” He draws what sounds like both a nervous breath and a laugh. “It wouldn’t have been right to enjoy the party without you. You’re the reason we’ve both come this far.” He pauses, and then his voice turns softer than before. There is no trace of a smile left in it or on his face. “I know you know that, Lieutenant.”

In the soft light, Roy’s face appears flushed, his features softer than they were when she watched him back at the ballroom. Riza doesn’t realize just how close he is until the scent of champagne on her is lost to his raspberry wine. Something stirs in her; on one hand, it would be easy to call it yearning. But on the other, nothing that concerns Roy Mustang has ever been easy. Riza has always equated these things with methodical moves and calculated risks.

But never in any of their plans or her own did she consider this a possible outcome, that Roy Mustang would be kissing her with one gentle hand on her face and another on her waist, or that the warmth of his body could be such a welcome comfort. He kisses her as if he has known for a long time just how closely he would need to lean in, how to tilt his head to the correct angle so that the curve of his lips would fit perfectly with hers. Riza senses this not because of unrestrained passion—on the contrary, Roy is perfectly still. The kiss is tender, but the rest of him is tense, as if it’s the only thing holding him together now. Or as if it’s the only thing he has held out for all this time.

Roy breaks away from her slowly, and it’s Riza whose heart is thundering in her chest. Perhaps, had the game been hers alone to play, it wouldn’t have led them so far so soon. Had it been she to approach him first, they might have only teetered over their fragile lines and not fully crossed to a point of no return. But Roy has taken her by surprise where the playing field has always seemed to be even between them. This, she cannot accept—she has never made a gamble that she did not see through. This will not change now.

She will play her game on her own terms.

Riza flings her arms over Roy’s shoulders as she kisses him, one hand running through his hair and undoing it back to the style she knows and likes best on him. It makes her want more—thank heavens that he realizes it right away. He responds so ardently that they stumble, so he steers her until she falls back against the piano and dissonant notes blare over their sighs. His hand runs down her side, over her hip and into the slit of her blue dress, where he reaches under her thigh and lifts it up against his leg.

But Riza refuses to give in so easily. She trails her hand down his front, all the way down to where he has started to turn hard. A gasp escapes him when she wraps her fingers around his erection and tugs at it. It gives her an opportunity to push back and reverse their positions so he is seated on the piano—it clangs unpleasantly again—and she is leaning over him as she makes short work of his jacket and his shirt to kiss his chest. The further down Riza drags her lips, the less familiar she is with the territory she is exploring, but she goes on until she brushes against that warm, rough outline. Riza tugs his trousers down, and when he springs free of his clothing, she takes Roy into her mouth.

He is exactly how she wants him right now, inelegant and vulnerable with his head hanging all the way back. Riza starts off slowly, but she is eager to figure out whether she can get him to unravel more quickly with her lips running back and forth along the length of him, or with her fingers massaging the base which her mouth cannot reach. His pleasure seems to build unhurriedly until she twists her tongue around, making him throb and moan quaveringly. She becomes hungry to hear more of him and picks up the pace, never mind that the effort is choking her. Roy grips her hair until it falls out of its pins, ultimately coming loose down her back. She goes, and goes, and she thinks he might be close, but then—

But then Roy pulls her up so he could kiss her, and Riza sighs in pleasure, and it isn’t enough for her just to watch him unravel anymore. She falls into him in a blissful, drunken haze, allowing him to kiss and caress her and unzip her dress. She could burst into flames at every part of her that he touches, even the scars that he had left on her back when their game was at its deadliest. He begins rubbing her between her legs, and there it hardly matters whether his touch flutters over her skin like candlelight or pushes as suddenly as lightning—the sensation just builds and builds, like a storm stirring up the sea.

How could he know so well what to do with her, how to give her just enough and yet leave her wanting more without ever having explored her this way before? The question is quickly lost in Riza’s mind as he finds other ways to arouse her. Now, he’s pulling the top of her dress down, switching positions with her again, alternating between kissing her lips and her breasts. It’s easy to follow him where he goes when he’s leading her through a dazzling trance, easier than it has ever been to follow him in any other way.

The storm slows only once as Roy’s lips brush against her ear with a stammering plea. “Do you want me to—can I keep going?”

Riza hardly recognizes the sound of her own voice when she gasps, “Please.”

Slowly, carefully, he enters her, with her dress hiked up above her hips. Despite the mild ache that comes with it at first, it feels better than anything she could have planned or imagined. Riza is shaking now. She buries her face in Roy’s neck and moans there, where only he can hear her, and she feels his excitement growing at the sound of it. He begins to thrust into her—clang, clang, clang, goes the piano—first at an even pace, which helps ease away her initial discomfort. When the tension disappears from her shoulders, she finds herself swaying against him hungrily. He varies from going exhilaratingly fast to tantalizingly slow—clang, clang, clang!—and at some point, she whimpers—

“Roy—"

It seems to awaken something feral in him. Everything he does with her is greedy now, from his kisses running clumsily from her neck to her lips and back, to his hands grabbing at every part of her that he can reach—and although she likes him like this, unhinged and at the same time in complete control, it makes her want to give him more than she is getting.

Riza pushes herself off the piano and into Roy, and he is more than willing to let her drive him down to the floor. There, she pulls at his hair as she kisses him, then shifts slightly so he can kiss her chest while she slowly sinks down and allows him back into her. Their rhythm is easier to find this time. She starts off at a pace that builds up the heat in her body just right, then later allows his hands and hips to guide her with more fervor and intent. Soon, the pleasure is just too close for her to wait any longer, and they are both overcome with an aching desperation—

“Roy”—she pleads, groans—“oh—"

“Riza—ahh—fuck—”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop—"

Roy climbs over her, snaking his arms around her to grab at her chest, and he enters her from behind without breaking their rhythm, thrusting vigorously until and throughout her release. The rush, the bliss, the high is simply unthinkable—Riza presses her forehead down and bites her own hand hard to keep herself from screaming. She sinks into an ungraceful sprawl on the floor, drenched in sweat and tremors and Roy’s weight all over her body, but also as feeling if she were made purely of her sensations, with no physical body at all.

A moment passes, or two, or an eternity before she turns to lie on her back. Roy has collapsed next to her and entangled with her, so he adjusts to make way for her. She then finds herself looking up at him; Roy is leaning over her, seeming like an entirely different person with his gentle gaze, his tousled hair, his clothes only barely clinging to his body. His clothes—a reminder of who he is, and therefore, the gravity of what they have just done.

The high subsides almost as quickly as it came over her.

The room is piercingly silent as they scramble back to their feet and several meters away from each other. They keep their backs turned as they smooth their clothes back onto themselves and comb their hair into some normal, unquestionable style. Riza’s senses settle back into rationality at last. This was not a different way to play their old game. This was a temporary escape, a rare exception to her life’s unwavering rules.

“Riza.”

It’s unsettling how he says her name as if it were what he normally calls her, so she does not respond. Surely, he understands that what has just transpired between them must remain in the past, in favor of the reality that they left outside the door. Surely, he knows as well as she does that that reality has already resumed before they have even left the room.

He calls her name again. Riza, again, refuses to acknowledge him.

“Lieutenant.”

Her resolve wavers for only a moment. Riza knows exactly what he is doing. She knows her own excuse for this lapse in judgment—she knows how to keep it from happening ever again. But she can tell by his current insistence and his earlier passion that he doesn’t consider this a mistake like she does. This is, after all, exactly how he plays the game—head on, without hesitation. Roy has broken the rules more thoroughly than she has. He would have done so without her instigation. He has made perfectly clear the gamble that he is willing to make for her.

Riza turns, brushing past Roy and out of the room without so much as looking at him—leaving him behind the door, leaving as much of her selfish desires as she can possibly let go of—because she knows she must keep him from gambling everything away.

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Do you know any sesskag dubcon/rape fics?

Hello anon, thanks for asking.

We decided to compile a list so here are some recommended fics for Dubcon/rape. Some of these even come with Sequels! Happy Reading!

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DUBCON LIST:

A Curse of Lust by Squash/Fearless miko:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net, Rating: MA Summary: A lusty curse leaves the females in Inuyasha's group running for their lives...and towards their destiny!

A Mere Digression, by elle6778:

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: A digression was what Sesshoumaru called it. ‘It’ being the heated encounters between him and Kagome which took place simply because neither of them could resist. Heed warnings and notes in the first chapter.

A Woman!, by sugar0o:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net , Rating: M Summary: Based somewhat off the idea of Mulan, staring our fav paring Sess/kags, AU, their both demons, because well it makes it easier, and I don’t want to make Sess human, its not right! [lemon w/a plot] this has 2 points, I want to write a lemon to get more comfortable with them, also I want to explore detailing my writing, I will ask that you give serious reviews/critiques, bc I want to learn from this, not just entertain and enthrall. *COMPLETE as of 9/3/9*

Acquisition, Possession, Seduction, by Mistress Sianna:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net Rating: M Summary: “Do not think for one moment that you can escape me.” he said slowly, deliberately. \"You Higurashi Kagome, are mine! Only I will decide if you will stay, if you will go, if you will live or if you will die.\"

Alpha, by Lyra/ lyrainthedark:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net Rating: M Summary: Kagome mates Inuyasha...but Inuyasha was reluctant. Why? Pack politics...and his brother, who is Alpha. What that means will take time to learn, if Kagome can only live long enough for the lessons... Finally Complete!

Bound by Corruption, by BelovedStranger/ Two Hearts:

Posted On: Dokuga. AO3, FF.net Rating: M Summary: Inside every individual, darkness dwelled large or small. A young woman, cast under her elder sister’s shadow, was bent on proving her worth. A terrible threat hung over her village, giving Kagome the opportunity she had been waiting for. On a mission to save them all from the hearts of evil men, she journeyed to the Inu no Kami’s temple to beseech divine intervention. Instead, danger befell the headstrong woman. Rather than obtaining help from a merciful god, another stepped in to slaughter her enemies, but for a price. An Inugami did nothing for free. Status: Completed

Detrimental Desires, by Mistress Sianna:

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: The idea was to make Inuyasha kill Kagome. Little did Naraku know, that on the night of the new moon, Inuyasha looses his demonic powers. Instead, Sesshoumaru and Kagome will be forced to succumb to their most detrimental desires.

Fix It, by Smortz:

Posted On: Dokuga. Rating: M Summary: When Sesshomaru needs Kagome to help him, she takes advantage of the dog demon now in her debt. As they set out on a new journey, will Kagome be able to overcome the problem that arises? Pun Intended.

He Must be Breeding, by ChaoticReverie:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: Sesshomaru requires the perfect female to bear his heir, and Kagome… well, she doesn’t know how she gets herself into these messes.

Heated Blood by Imani Joain:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net, AO3 Rating: M Summary: Kagome cannot help but try to fix anything she finds broken, even if it is not in her best interest to do so. When she comes across Sesshomaru in dire need of assistance, she cannot deny herself. She only hopes that he won't kill her for it. Rated MA for graphic intimacy. Staus: WIP

House of Ill Repute, by Aurora Antheia Raine:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net, AO3 Rating: M Summary: "I will never be yours." // "But you will be, miko," he nearly purred, "you will be when this Sesshoumaru is finished with you."

Irresistible Temptation, by DestinysTears:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net Rating: M Summary: Sesshomaru finds he cannot ignore this inexplicable temptation. (Oneshot)

Just Another Lemon, by Tiegrsi:

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: Sesshomaru has gone into heat, and finds Kagome willing to put up with his antics. Kagome thinks he was unable to find a suitable woman, and came to her as a last resort. Perhaps there are some things Kagome needs to learn

Lair, Lair, by susie:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: After nearly being nearly absorbed, Sesshoumaru's Bakusaiga is forged, and we all know the rest of the story... or do we? In a deal with Sunrise to accelerate the events of TFA, part of the infamous manga was left on the cutting room floor. Though the hack job began well before that. For the sake of public decency, and in accordance with Japan's obscenity laws, the spiciest and most controversial scenes from the original manga were banned from ever seeing the light of day. Until now. On the condition of anonymity, a diligent hacker provided via email a copy of the raw version you were never meant to see. This is Inuyasha Nights – The Lost Chapter *Dubcon

Macaria, by mythicamagic:

Posted on: Dokuga, FF.net, AO3 Rating: M Summary: Post-apocalyptic AU. Human women were all but wiped out when the demons took over. What few remain have gone into hiding or concealed their true gender. When Kagome hears news of an orphaned little girl, she'll stop at nothing to protect her from the dangers of the world- including the city of demons and the infamous Killing Perfection. But is he friend or foe? Status: WIP

Not Impervious, by Oroyukae:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: He was supposed to be the most powerful demon in existence; one that none could best in any situation, at any time. That was not entirely accurate, it would seem. One error in judgment at the most vulnerable of times, and all that he knows lay in jeopardy. Just what would said being be willing to agree to in the direst of circumstances? {FIN}

Passion, by CiraArana:

Posted On: Spark, Rating: M Summary: Sesshomaru turned to her and gazed back. He did nothing else, just standing there, looking at her... As he kept his eyes on her, his lust for blood and killing faded away, leaving behind another lust. For her. Status: Abandoned

Poison of Erised!, by Vyncent:

Posted On: Dokuga, Rating: M Summary: Tomorrow night, brother moon would be witness to the music that he heard, and felt in his very soul, as he howled his conquest to his blood red face. Tomorrow his hunger would be fed by the blood and flesh that he hungered for, and the world would know of his claim. Status: Abandoned

Poison Within, by Angelic Memories:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net Rating: MA Summary: *Two-Shot* Due to a nasty bite Kagome is poisoned and fights for her life. Inuyasha can only think of one person who might be able to help her but there’s a problem he didn’t consider.

Secret Possession. By SakuraAngel1:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: Sesshoumaru is forced to put his mating plans into action a lot sooner than expected, and has Kagome kidnapped in order to fulfill it. When Kagome awakens, she finds herself as the new Lady of the Western Lands...with no Lord in sight… Status: Abandoned

Sleeping Beauty, by Catalina:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: Based loosely on the Disney movie, but darker and a bit twisted. Sesshoumaru is betrothed to a little human princess who is delivered a curse by the hanyou Naraku, Kikyo, Miroku, and Kaede agree to raise the child in safety. Smuts in final chapter. Status: Completed

Striking a Deal With the Devil, by Smortz:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net, Rating: M Summary: Does anything sound funner? Kagome needs help from the new Commissioner. A man that gave 'bad reputation' its standards. However, will Kagome be able to pay the price he demands when a life is on the line? Status: Completed

The Sacrifice, by Catalina:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: Kagome is lured to a strange village, where she finds herself in an unpleasant situation. She is to be a sacrifice to an as yet unnamed youkai. Semi-non-consensual. Status: Completed

Trapped, Breeder, by sesshou_lover:

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: N/A Status: Completed

Virginity of the Soul, by Madison

Posted on: Dokuga, FF.net, AO3 Rating: M Summary: Fresh from a betrayal that shattered her world, she was lured into getting even. Alas, the ones we trust and love aren’t always the ones we should. Semi-PWP. COMPLETE Staus: Complete

The Western Breeding, By Blackthorn:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net, Rating: M Summary: The end has come. Demons have found that certain humans can breed pure blooded demon pups. Sesshomaru is leading with Kagome running from the demon lord. Once she is at his side can she learn to love her captor for the sake of her unborn pup or find a way out? Status: Abandoned

RAPE LIST:

Blood Stained, by Madison:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net, AO3 Rating: M Summary: COMPLETE! A sudden loss of control intertwined their fates. It dragged her through hell and he couldn't have cared less. She tried to escape her fears but the only way to do it was to face him through time and love.

Heat of Exchange, by Catalina:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: It is that time of year for demon women, but Kagome is experiencing something very strange. Sesshoumaru arrives to help her, against her wishes. Freshly beta'd now.

Hell’s Shadows, by Catalina:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: MA Summary: Formerly named "Ghost of Death" Sesshoumaru lives in hell requiring human women to increase his own power. Kagome falls into his waiting claws, while all of hell is turned upside down by her.DARK. NON CONSENSUAL.

His Wife, by Aries_heart:

Posted On: Dokuga, FF.net, AO3, Rating: MA Summary: "With a kiss on her shaking lips, he would leave for work and once the door was closed she would allow herself to cry once more. And then the cycle will repeat."

I Don’t Want a Mate, MLMonty:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: Sesshoumaru goes into heat during mating season and rapes Kagome. Now she's pregnant and wants nothing to do with him. Should Sesshoumaru respect her wishes and leave her unguarded while she carries his heir? Status: Abandoned

Kagome’s Trust, by Fire_and_Earth_Sorceress55/Huntress-of-Flames-55:

Posted On: FF.net, AO3 Rating: M Summary: When Kagome is raped by Sesshomaru on the night of the new moon. Kagome goes home to the future as finds out that she is pregnant with pups? PUPS! Now one year later, she decides to go back to the feudal era.

Paper Cranes, by midori Haru:

Posted On: FF.net Rating: M Summary: Meeting, attraction, courting, commitment. For most of the world relationships form in the normal fashion from start to culmination. Naturally normal isn't enough for Sesshoumaru. And he wonders why he runs into problems trying to build a relationship from the wrong end.

Principal Life, by Catalina:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: Kagome is dating the principal's brother, and he finds out about it. What can an untrained miko hope to accomplish when she is so ignorant of youkai mating traditions? Story is dark and now involves non consensual situations, with more to come. Status: Abandoned

Rise Again, by Catalina:

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: Youkai have become weak and feeble but are attempting to strengthen their population. Sesshoumaru leads them, and discovers the solution to their problem in an unwilling human. VERY non-consensual stuff happens. Frequently.

S t a s i s, by wonderbug:

Posted On: Dokuga, AO3 Rating: M Summary: Love, he tells her, as he trails a claw along the pathway of her shivering spine, is only a human notion. [VERY dark; drabble-ish CU/AR]

The Breeder, TexanLady:

Posted On: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: There is more to Kagome than anyone could ever imagine. After learning of her destiny Sesshoumaru swears to make her his at any cost. Once forced to his side can Kagome teach him to love or learn to love him. Status: Abandoned

#sesskag #messages #requested rec list #sesskag fic recs #admin Wicked #dubcon #rape #tw: rape #tw: dubcon

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jimlingss · 4 years

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Sugar and Coffee [22.5]

Back to Chapter 22

Words: 2729 || The Ultimate Mini-Chapter of the series

“You’re working in a grocery store now?” Taehyung asks with raised brows, surprise taking hold. He never imagined his friend being a produce boy, yet it seems fitting somehow. “Isn’t working in the bakery section more suitable?” Jimin shrugs. “I didn’t get to pick, but the job is pretty relaxed, so I’m not that worried. My manager is really nice and I’ll probably quit when I find a real position after graduating.” “Nice, dude.” They fist pump. “Now you can buy me my deli meats all the time.” “You’ll have to reimburse me, Tae.” The boy with his full cheeks has his eyes crinkled. The two boys have known each other since their elementary days — where Taehyung kept stealing Jimin’s books and pencils until one day the timid latter had enough and tackled the former on the playground. They stuck together after that, finding that their personalities balanced. It would only be later until they met Yoongi in math class, Hoseok in Jimin’s extracurricular, and Jungkook during an outside volunteering event in High School. It was how the four of them came to be, how they naturally formed a friendship over the course of time and still remain close after so many years. So Taehyung has no hesitation when his phone starts blowing up with notifications and immediately verbalizes his woes— “Oh shit.” “What?” Jimin abandons the game he’s playing. He’s never been good at them like the rest were. “Yuna found me on instagram,” Taehyung grimaces. “She just added me and liked all my pics since three years ago.” Jimin bursts out laughing much to his best friend’s dismay. “She’s the girl Y/N and Jungkook was showing around, right?” “Yeah, that sixteen year old.” The shorter man’s brows furrow. “Isn’t she eighteen?” “Same thing.” Taehyung sighs despite the fact that he’s only twenty himself and Jimin muses that he often acts twelve. But he doesn’t utter his thoughts and Taehyung tosses his device onto the couch. “She kind of scares me.” “Why?” Jimin gives a toothy grin. “She’s tiny.” “Haven’t you heard what Yoongi said? The shorter ones are always the ones closer to hell.” It’s a fair point. “The smallest peppers are always the spiciest, am I right?” “Fuck off, it’s about girth not length.” He ignores how Taehyung’s brows wiggle. “Didn’t she ask you out before she left?” “Yep.” “What did you even do? She wasn’t like that to me or Hoseok.” “Exactly. I have no clue.” Taehyung would make a joke about he’s just naturally irresistible but this is no time to joke around. Yuna is undeniably intimidating and a serious threat to his existence. “I heard from Y/N that she’s thinking of coming here, so thank god we’re all graduating in a few months.” “Yeah, well you might need another semester with the grades you have.” “Bro.” Taehyung sits up straight. “You want to fight?” He shrugs. “I’m just saying you can’t get away with a thirty percent in nutrition.” “Fuck. Don’t remind me. I need to catch up on my readings.” “Same here.” Yet no one moves. They don’t even flinch. The two should crack open their textbooks and start reading — but Taehyung’s arm only stretches to grab a controller and join the game Jimin’s in. The night continues on as the two relish in their youth and ability to be irresponsible without repercussions. Or at least too many repercussions.

The air of the small coffee shop is tense. It is as if the four walls are closing in, but still, she’s glad that it’s a public setting. She can’t bear if it was just her and him. At least in public, there are voices to fill in the background silence and the threat of public embarrassment keeps her from crying, from having an outburst. It’s difficult to face someone she used to care so much about. To this day, she still doesn’t know what she felt can be called love. But the fact that she has to contemplate it, she’s inclined to think that it’s not. But that doesn’t mean their short and sweet relationship was any less meaningful. He was her best friend for so long after all. Aeri swallows hard, sipping her drink. She tries not to get the paper cup to shake so much in her clammy hands and ends up putting it back on the table when she realizes she can’t taste it well. After another beat, she lifts her eyes to look at his and realizes that he’s been staring at her. Aeri breaks the silence. “Why’d you call me here, Hoseok?” “I thought it would be nice to talk.” “About what?” “Us.” Closure. He came here for closure, but she’s not sure what kind of closure he wants or how he wants to shut this bittersweet chapter of their lives. “What about u-us?” She hates that her voice breaks, but oddly enough, it isn’t as painful as it was a few weeks ago. A few weeks ago, she would’ve never been able to face him like this, wouldn’t be able to even look at him without crying. It seems like as time goes by, it becomes easier. “I’m sorry.” He says in a weakened tone that hurts her as well. “Don’t apologize, Hoseok.” “No, but I want to. I’ve been thinking about it a lot — and what we had….it was good.” “It was.” Aeri smiles. “Wasn’t it?” He nods, eased at her openness, that she’s not defensive or angry like he thought she would be. Like she has the right to be. “I don’t think I tried hard enough to make it work.” “I didn’t either, so don’t blame yourself alone,” Aeri says, a tiny smile tugs on her lips. She accepts his apology. “I had my part to play in it too.” “I didn’t want to hurt you.” “I didn’t either. But it’s okay, Hoseok. We just weren’t right for each other.” He nods. It goes silent. He musters a tender smile. “Truce?” “Truce.” The girl giggles when they shake hands across the small table. “You still owe me ten dollars when I lent you gas money.” “Oh, you’re really going to bring that up now?” “Of course,” Aeri laughs. “Fair is fair.” It’s hard to be acquainted with someone who used to be so much closer. Someone who has so many memories — good ones and hurtful ones. And often times the end can never be the same as the beginning. For the rest of their lives, Aeri knows that she’ll always keep Hoseok at a distance, at an arm’s reach, for the sake of her own heart and self-preservation. But she considered herself one of the lucky ones — that they have a mutual understanding, that they can still see each other, and can still have some semblance of a platonic friendship. She’s lucky when she knows that the two of them will never revert to being complete strangers.

Min Yoongi is a man of many things. He is quiet, but deadly. He is grumpy and lethargic, but will go out of his way to make someone’s life miserable and has the biggest smile when he sees suffering. He had the most joy when Taehyung stubbed his toe against the doorframe, when Jimin was last place during Smash. Most of all, he’s an enigma. Lazy, yet the hardest working. Mean and snarky, yet always willing to lend an ear and shoulder. Indifferent and aloof, yet the one who never fails to react first in a crisis. But of all things...you never expected him to be clingy. “So this is what you do all day?” Yoongi gestures to the clutter on the kitchen counter, the wires and gum paste rolled out, styrofoam and toothpicks, small brushes and petal dust shades. “You practice making flowers and then go home to suck Jungkook’s dick?” “Excuse me.” You scoff. “I practice making cakes too.” “You’re fun.” “If you don’t like it, then leave me alone,” you mutter out of the corner of your mouth, concentrating back on the rose you’re working on. “Why are you hanging out with me anyway?” “Because it’s you or Taehyung right now and I’d rather spend time with you than Taehyung.” “What’s wrong with Taehyung?” “He’s Taehyung.” A light scoff falls out of your mouth. You know the motherfucker has a soft spot for him, but he can say whatever he wants. He’ll deny it even if you confronted him. “Want to make flowers?” you offer. “Nope.” Min Yoongi would rather fiddle with kitchen materials and spin around on the stool than brush up on sugar flowers, piping flowers or fondant flowers. But you don’t have the time or energy to argue. You do, however, show off once you’re finished. “What do you think?” He hums as he looks at your finished product. “Not half bad, I guess. I’ve seen worse.” It’s not the greatest compliment in the world but you’ll take it especially since it’s coming from him. You’ve noticed in the time you’ve known Yoongi that he has a difficult time praising others. He always tries to work around it, skirting through the subject, never verbalizing his feelings despite being such a straightforward person. It never fails to be entertaining to watch. You grin. “If my relationship with Jungkook ever goes to shit, we’d still be friends, wouldn’t we, Yoongi?” “Sure,” he mumbles while resting his elbow on the counter, cheek in his palm lazily. “But your relationship with Kook won’t ever go to shit. Kid’s too whipped for you.” Your smile only widens. “He is, isn’t he?” “You are too,” he says when you attempt to exclude yourself. “It’s gross to watch, but whatever.” “You need someone in your life too, Min. Maybe you’d be less bitter all the time.” It’s not that he’s bitter, but you like to tease that he is since you know it grinds his gears. “I have a cousin of a cousin who’s around our age. Want to meet her?” His expression wrinkles like he just bit into a lemon. Yoongi sits upright. “First of all, fuck you. I’m not bitter — I’m just me, bitch. Secondly, I don’t want to meet anyone, much less your cousin. And last of all, you’re becoming worse than Taehyung.” “Maybe this is an invitation for you to leave then.” You grin cheekily at Yoongi and it doesn’t amuse him. It’s unfortunate he doesn’t have a soft spot for you like Jungkook does. “And don’t call me a bitch. Only Jungkook’s allowed to do that in bed.” “I didn’t need to know that.” Yoongi’s face crumples more and he waves at you. “Just stop talking and continue what you’re doing.” Min Yoongi is an enigma and someone you relate to the most. Often times you feel him on a spiritual level. And in spite of what he might think internally, he’s a great friend. He’s logical, reasonable, the clarity that the whole group usually needs before they think doing dumb shit, like jumping off the roof of the dining center into a pile of snow beneath, is a good idea. He’s hilarious in a sarcastic, snarky way and cares the most when no one’s looking. He reminds you of an older brother who will always watch your back — and he makes you glad that both you and Jungkook have him in your life.

Jungkook had a dream. It was odd — only because it felt so real and how it still sticks into his mind hours later. Usually dreams fade away like memories of childhoods where he can’t distinguish people, actions, his own thoughts but generally what had occurred and the feeling he had obtained. But Jungkook remembers this dream well. It was a dream where he wobbled to the kitchen in this small house with wooden floorboards and hideous wallpaper, his home, and found you by the window above the sink. Only, you were old with gray hair and wrinkles around your face, an apron tied around your body that was shorter and more sluggish. And his own hands were wrinkled like crumpled paper, round glasses perched on his nose, his movements slowed down as he staggered. You had turned around and complained about the damn neighbour kids ruining your garden with their littering and he had to calm you down for fear of you getting a heart attack. It was so entirely mundane, and he had never been more confused when he awoke. “Jungkook!” His mother shouts over the phone. “Are you still here?” Her voice sounds farther away. “Honey, the phone’s broken again! I can’t hear him!” The boy snaps back to attention. “No, I’m here! Mom? Hello?” But neither of his parents hear him. Instead, there’s rustling and the sound of his father’s voice. “Give me that. Hello?” “Hello?” Jungkook sighs. “Hello?! Goddammit, I just fixed this old thing yesterday!” “No, I’m right here!” He has to strain his voice, shouting loud enough that could warrant complaints from the people next door. “I can hear you!” “Honey, is that you?” His mom calls out again and there’s more rustling. “Where’s the speakerphone? Oh, here. Hello?” For the tenth time, Jungkook exclaims— “Hello!” “Finally. I thought the phone was broken again.” Both his parents start discussing the phone issues and Jungkook nurses his headache before the conversation gets back on track again. “Have you been eating well?” “I’ve been fine, mom.” “Good! Your grandma’s visiting and she’s been so worried about you. It’s not good to do all that exercise and not eat well! You’ll burn all your fat and just be skin and bones!” There’s the sound of his grandma’s voice at the back that he can’t distinguish well enough to make out what she’s saying. “Anyhow, your aunt and uncle send their regards. We’ll be visiting their home this time for the Holiday season come December. Also Lia and Eunbi wanted to ask if Y/N will be coming home with you.” “Uh.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck. “I’m not sure yet.” “Oh, well, do bring her, dear.” His dad suddenly says, “Heaven knows, your mom and grandma can’t stop talking about how great she is. If she comes by, I’ll fire up the grill and we can have a barbecue too!” “Yeah, we’ll see,” he exhales sharply. Jungkook still hasn’t announced to his family that he’s dating you yet. If you agree to come back with him for Christmas, he’ll probably make it known to them but he can’t even fathom the many more times they’ll call if they knew. God, they would probably call you directly and he would rather spare you from their smothering love. Suddenly a thought creeps into Jungkook’s mind. “Hey, mom. Can I talk to grandma for a second?” “Sure! Mom! He’s here.” He can hear the phone getting passed, more buttons accidentally being pressed, and his grandma’s voice sounds closer as if she accidentally turned off the speakerphone. “Hello? Kookie, is that you?” They exchange the usual back and forth, asking about each other’s well-being and wishing one another good health. His grandma also tells him to bring you around some time when he comes home and how lovely you are — but he doesn’t need to hear it. Jungkook’s already long learnt that. “Hey, grandma.” He finally approaches the question he’s been meaning to ask. Slow and hesitant, but he manages. “What was it like to grow old with grandpa?” He can practically hear the soft smile on her face. “Oh, it was wonderful.” There’s a pause as if the aged woman is looking for a word to exactly describe her experience. Though she finally seems to be able to find it. “It was a privilege.” A privilege. That’s the perfect word. It encapsulates his dream entirely. It was sad to be aged, to see you tired, to feel weighed down himself and slower than what he’s used to. But when he looked at you, he didn’t just see an old woman — he saw the snarky girl he knew of in high school, the attractive girl he daydreamed about for so long, the one he’s with now. And the one who will join him for so many more memories. Even if it was just a dream, Jungkook’s excited to make it a reality.

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quirkfics · 4 years

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vast & endless

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wordcount: 4k warnings: smut, fluff, lemon, implied touch starvation, daddy!kink, bittersweet to hopeful (also, there is the potential for spoilers when it comes to Kurogiri himself! Nothing is said outright, but just in case, proceed with caution) pairing: Kurogiri x Female OC (Yuna)

“Do you remember who you used to be?”

For a moment, Kurogiri is frozen, startled by Yuna’s closeness. He lets himself be distracted by one of her fingers tapping errantly against her lower lip, by the way she’s leaning on the bar top, chin in the palm of her gentle hand- and then her words register.

It’s an innocent question (It isn’t, says his subconscious, there is no before. There is only now, only sad blue eyes and tangled pale hair and a desperate drive to keep her safe, keep her well, to get her to smile, to help her, to- to-) and requires nothing more than a short, barely considered: “No,” as an answer.

He turns away, because that’s the end of it. Or rather, Kurogiri wrongly assumes it is, moving on to his next task for the day, burying himself in his work.

He should have known better.

“What’s your favorite drink?” Yuna asks, days later, and something about the question stirs a memory. It leaves Kurogiri staring, the glass in his hand empty, condensation slipping down the sides and vanishing into the misty ether of his fingers.

“Does it matter?” He asks, ignoring the weight of memories pressing against the base of his skull, the pursing of her lips - the knowledge that she’ll be back, strategic and coercive, intent on answers he isn’t sure he knows. It should, he can already hear her saying, voice terse and expectant, even while her eyes are soft. He doesn't chance a look her way, just goes back to drying the glass in his hand.

Do I even know? He wonders, later, much later, tired and aching as he carefully slips his tie from around his neck. He drowns the thought in his own void, tries to imagine it carried away by his mist, by clouds- And staunchly ignores the strange wave of panic that claws at his throat.

Yuna doesn’t give up.

“What’s your favorite color?” She asks one evening, when he’s accompanied her on a nighttime stroll. She’s almost swimming in the sweatshirt she’s wearing, dark blue and hooded, and she’s facing the sidewalk, but.. He catches sight of the blue patterns on her face, just barely visible, of her blue irises, as dark as the sweater without any near-by streetlights, focused on his face, waiting.

He almost answers. He feels his lips part, tongue beginning to curl with the formation of a word, but then the truth of it dances just out of reach. It’s snatched from his consciousness, because the hour is late and they’ve been walking for far too long already and there’s a woman, leaning against a shop front, watching them. Never mind that her eyes are hazy, that she’s outside because she’s smoking, even the imagined threat of her eyes upon them is making Kurogiri tense up. We should get out of a sight, his brain insists. We should go back, so I can keep her safe, keep- No. He doesn’t finish the thought.

“We should head back,” he says instead, and some minuscule part of him is urging him to answer. It’s important that she knows, that he satisfy this line of questioning, purely so he can- can.. “Yuna,” he prompts, noticing the way she’s hunching in on herself. “It’s far too cold,” he decides, because it makes sense. The chill in the air explains the trembling of her shoulders, the downwards curl of her mouth. She follows him into a darkened alleyway, head still lowered, still frowning. Kurogiri attempts to disregard the thought that it might not be the temperature, that it could well be disappointment. And her sigh, the hint of reluctance when she places her hand in his?

Kurogiri knows he’s lying to himself. He wonders why he needs to.

More and more often, Kurogiri finds Yuna’s eyes upon him. She’s endlessly curious, he can almost see the questions crowding her lips every time she begins to speak, but she doesn’t push. “What was the last book you read?” She asks one afternoon, forcing herself to stare out the window at the rainy streets. He can feel her desire to turn and watch him though, can read it in the tension of her shoulders. Her spine is straight, at odds with her soft face, softened further by the gray, cloudy light from outside. After a moment, she forces herself to relax, making one of her shoulders slump, as if she realizes he’s watching and doesn't want to look like she cares too much.

She always cares though, Kurogiri thinks, narrowing his eyes the longer she keeps herself so still. She cannot seem to stop herself.

“I read this morning’s newspaper,” he offers, though he knows that isn’t what she means.

Yuna whirls, the rain spattered window forgotten. “I didn’t ask about the last time you read in general, I asked about the last book,” she says, earnestly. She holds his gaze, almost daring him to change the subject, to deny his ever hearing her. That's what he should do.

It's strange though, to realize it's not what he wants.

When was the last time he allowed himself to want?

"I've little time in which to read for pleasure," he finally allows, breath growing shallow, not quite filling his lungs. "I cannot recall," he adds, and that aching twist of panic is making it hard to breathe, to think-

The phone in his trouser pocket rings, the ringtone generic and grating, interrupting the maelstrom of his thoughts. Kurogiri promptly picks up, and firmly tells himself that Yuna was only trying to satisfy idle curiosity. It's nothing that he should concern himself with.

You have no time to waste on trivial matters. On luxuries, you have only this: obligations you must fulfill.

Yuna doesn't turn back to the window. She keeps watching, and he- Kurogiri keeps disappointing her. He’ll continue to do so, if things continue on as they have.

He wants to stop that, to fix it, even though he isn’t entirely sure he can.

She’s so sweet in her persistence, it makes Kurogiri ache. She changes tactics. If a question leaves him stumped, leaves him staring and silent, she’s taken to changing the wording, trying to make it easier for him to respond to. When he cannot seem to recall his favorite food, she switches to taste, to multiple choice. “Sweet, spicy or sour?” She tries, leaning her elbows on her knees as she looks out over the city. He’s found that he can’t always answer when her eyes are upon him so intently. He feels- strange. Stuck. “Or would a range work better?” She whispers, though the question doesn’t quite seem aimed in his direction, as her words are nearly carried away by the wind. “Would you choose to eat the absolute spiciest thing on a menu?” She asks, directly this time. She’s huddled into that sweatshirt of hers again, bracing herself against the chill of the wind. This probably wasn’t the best place for them to sit, not if she wanted to keep warm. But she’d asked to see the city from a higher vantage point, and Kurogiri had been loath to refuse her that, not after his recent string of disappointments.

“Sour holds little appeal,” he finds himself saying, surprising himself with the answer. It’s more than he’s been able to offer her before this, and the truth of it almost makes him dizzy. “But the thought of heat doesn’t bother me.” The thought of heat- Kurogiri finds his eyes lingering on Yuna, on her hands, vanished into the pockets of the sweatshirt, and a yearning for a very different kind of heat fills him. He rarely notices whether he’s too cold or hot - being comfortable matters little when he can barely think past the demands on a constant cycle in the back of his brain. Having spent more time with Yuna though, having watched her shiver with the passing days, he’s become preoccupied with the weather, with what she feels and how it might affect her.

“No?” Yuna asks, and then Kurogiri is staring again, attention caught by the vibrant pleasure in her eyes, in the way she smiles, small and secretive. “No sour things,” she repeats, almost to herself, still smiling as she looks back out at the city. “But yes to-” She jumps, when his hand curls over her shoulder, a stray lock of hair catching on his knuckles.

“You’re shivering,” he says, and he knows he should bring her back. They should leave this rooftop behind and he should get back to work, rather than risk her health this way.

“..I don’t want to go yet,” Yuna murmurs, tongue wetting her bottom lip as she tilts back her head. She leans against him, gently, eyes reflecting the lightning strike of his gaze as she patiently waits for his response.

His hand curls a little tighter around her shoulder before he nods, once, and forces himself to let go, crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn’t step back though. He doesn’t want to risk startling her into falling, and.. And he isn’t sure he can bear to step away from the warmth of her, slowly seeping through his clothes and skin. She smiles up at him, bright as sunshine and then settles her shoulders against him, looking back out over the glittering city lights.

With a startling, painful clarity, Kurogiri realizes that he’s been cold for a very, very long time.

It's nearly impossible, after that, to deny her the answers she's so desperately seeking. For every scrap of information that tumbles unexpectedly from his mouth, Yuna seems to glow. More than coveting the knowledge for herself though, she takes joy in him having it back, in Kurogiri showing interest in anything beyond the duties he so diligently performs.

With every answer he gives her, that painful yearning for warmth grows within him. He relishes every brush of fingers, every flicker of heat that rolls off of her skin as she passes and finds himself wanting so much more than he should.

“You look distracted,” she says one morning through a yawn, eyelids still heavy with sleep as she stumbles into the room. She presses in close, stealing bits of food while he cooks. He doesn’t stop her, doesn’t chastise her, just stares as her tongue wets the pad of her thumb. Her words filter in, slow as molasses, and Kurogiri has to stop himself from agreeing. Distracted? It’s more than that. His thoughts have been consumed, lit up and burned through faster than dry kindling, and it’s all because he can’t stop wanting.

“Sleep was long in coming,” he says, and while it’s the truth, while he can’t seem to parse together a lie in the first place, it sounds more innocent than it was.

Yuna hums, watching him closely and finally turns her back to the counter, still leaning against his side. The warmth of her is fast driving away all his good sense. If he bent, if Yuna lifted her chin just so he could ki-

“Let’s take a day off,” she suggests, tilting back her head, just as he’d imagined. Kurogiri’s chest feels like it’s been bound, pressure growing tight and aching as his heart thunders against his ribs.

Stop this, he tells himself, the flickering gold of his eyes casting strange patterns on her skin. Stop being so selfish, but he finds himself speaking anyway. “Where would you like to go?”

Yuna laughs, soft and small, and shakes her head. “No. Today isn’t about what I want. Where would you like to go?”

He can’t think about it though, can’t even begin to consider a place when all he wants to do is stay beside her. “I’ve no idea,” he tells her, honest, even though he feels like he’s lying, finally dragging his eyes back to the pan on the stove. He clicks it off, what little appetite he has for food mostly gone now that she’s so close. It was all for her, anyway, and… Kurogiri is almost dizzy with wanting her. The curl of her fingers on his forearm, the gentle press of her hip and head as she leans upon him- That delightful little laugh that escapes her every time his own answers surprise him. He might not particularly care to learn more about himself, might feel strange and guilty every time he does, but Yuna? He wants her, wants her happiness, and it has most definitely driven him to distraction.

“Let’s try a walk, first, see if anything occurs to you,” Yuna murmurs, leaving his side to get ready for the day ahead, wherever it happens to take them.

The walk, of course, does little to clear his thoughts. It’s begun to rain by the time they make it halfway down the street, and all he can think about is that he’s thankful for the shadow of the umbrella he’d brought, that it will help shield them from prying eyes. When no suggestions are forthcoming, Yuna finally pulls him to a stop in the mouth of an alleyway.

“Take me to the first place you think of,” she says, and Kurogiri, caught by the stunning blue of her eyes, of her hair in the breeze, wisping about her face like a cloud- He thinks of sunshine and bright blue skies and warmth, on the back of his neck, on the apples of his cheeks and his warp swallows them, takes them far away from Japan, from the rain and the chill of autumn in the air.

Yuna blinks as his warp fades away, misty darkness dissipating, sunshine reflecting off the pale pavement and warming their feet, their legs. Slowly, with all the ceremony of lifting a veil, Kurogiri closes the umbrella, watching with hungry eyes as the sun gleams on Yuna’s hair. He warps the umbrella away - they won’t need it here, not with the sun so bright and warm - and let’s his hands fall to the gentle slope of her shoulders. Yuna stares, a slow smile growing on her face, even as Kurogiri bends, even as he leans in, inevitably drawn to everything she is. He kisses her, quietly fearing she’ll turn away from the cool touch of his fingers rising to her cheek, from the chill that he’s never been able to drive from his skin, but instead her mouth opens under his, her pleased little sigh rocketing through him with the force of a hurricane. She kisses him back until there’s no space left between them, until one of his hands is woven into the long tresses of her hair, his other arm looped about her back, and her feet are just barely brushing the ground.

A wave crashes against a near-by shore, and only then does Yuna pull away, breathless, her cheeks flushed pink, highlighting the blue patterns on her face. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers, walking towards the ocean, but she doesn’t leave him bereft, she holds tight to his sleeve until he slips his fingers through hers. She doesn’t let go.

Yuna’s never-ending questions take on the tone of a fond game throughout the day. Pleasure is plain to see in the curl of her mouth, in the sideways glance of her eyes as she carefully poses questions that he can’t help but answer. Food, colors- casual questions that his brain insists serve no purpose, other than to show… Other than to show that he is more than his purpose. More than the pulsing command at the back of brain to do, to act, to move, don’t think, just do-

She silences that voice, curling her fingers in the v of his vest, tugging to bring him in close as they pass another couple on the seashore. “I’m a little tired,” she confesses, cheeks still flushed after so much time spent in the rare sunshine, though her fingers curl tighter when Kurogiri starts to straighten up. “But I don’t want to go back. Not yet.”

His quiet, earnest declaration of: “Neither do I,” leaves Yuna flustered, and for once- for once, Kurogiri is going to seize the moment. He draws her away from the shore, into the winding streets of the small seaside town, sunbeams bouncing off of the pearly plastered walls, trying to follow them. There are several buildings here, owned but half forgotten by his Master, that are kept up for a myriad of reasons, but truly boil down to: just in case. It never occurred to Kurogiri to visit any of them, even with a quirk like his own at his disposal, but with Yuna? He wants to give her more than chilled kisses upon the sand, and cares little if he ends up leaving a mess in a normally empty house. Not with Yuna’s warmth suffusing his skin and chasing the ache of winter away from his bones. There’s no key when they reach the worn, wooden doorway, but Kurogiri doesn’t need one. He warps them in and has the code tapped into the alarm system before it can even register that someone has come inside. Yuna walks further in, keeping a hold on him, but eager to explore. It isn’t much, though it’s lovely and clean, visited infrequently by caretakers. She doesn’t stop until they’ve reached the top floor, sunlight beginning to flood the room, but turning pink and orange, cast over the pale bedclothes.

She turns to him, and Kurogiri finds that he can barely breathe. The sight of Yuna, back lit with such heady warmth, drives all restraint from his head. He doesn’t care about anything outside of this room, outside of her soft pink lips, parting as soon as he bends close. He kisses her, over and over, pleased by the thought that no other can see the expression she makes, with his mist soft as a veil on her cheeks, obscuring the sight of anyone who might catch them through the windows.

“You are my favorite,” Kurogiri finds himself whispering against her lips and the knowledge is overwhelming. The truth of it is heavy in the beat of his heart. He’s never let himself have this much, but he knows this, believes it, will repeat it, regardless of the consequences. He cares for Yuna, he wants her, to be around her, to touch her, to hear her voice-

He drags his hand over her chest, and considers for half a moment that this might offend her, that she might not want him in the same way, but Yuna arches into his touch and presses close for another kiss, rising up on her toes to keep their mouths together.

She’s eager, hand curling around his tie as she gasps softly against his lips, breathing in the taste of him. She lets him lead her back to the bed with slow steps, until the backs of her knees have hit the mattress, but she seems perfectly content to stay there, to keep chasing his kisses. Carefully, Kurogiri breaks the kiss and tips back her chin, thumb brushing over her lower lip.

"You're certain?" He asks, needing to hear the words, to know.

Her cheeky little "Are you?" Has him pushing gently against her breastbone, tipping her back onto the bed. She goes with a soft laugh, breath hitching as soon as his hands catch hold of her knees, going up to smooth over her thighs. He parts them, one knee on the bed as his fingers slip beneath the hem of her shirt.

“I cannot recall when last I felt this sure of anyone,” Kurogiri says, and his fingers tremble the further he strokes along her torso, the heat of her skin thawing him. He groans as he bares her skin, pushing her shirt up over her bra. “Off,” he demands, dipping his head as soon as she moves, hurrying to obey. She shivers when his mouth touches her skin, eyes fluttering closed as she pulls off her shirt, bra following after. Kurogiri may not recall many of his likes and dislikes, but this- skin sweet and soft, nipples pebbling under the chill of his touch… He pinches, rolling them between his fingers, and then lets one of his hands fall to the bed, bracing himself over her as his mouth takes over. He licks, and then rolls his tongue over the hardened flesh, lifting his eyes to see her flushed and panting. As soon as he closes his mouth, as soon as he’s sucking, Yuna cries out and then promptly covers her face with her hands. She arches her back when he pulls and then whimpers something into her palms when he lets go, the inside of her thigh rubbing against his knee.

“Care to share?” He asks, straightening up so he can un-do his tie and get rid of his own clothes. “Or was that something I wasn’t meant to hear?”

Yuna turns her head, cheeks still bright, but takes her hands away from her face. “I said,” she starts, licking at her lips, watching him and forgetting, for just a moment, what exactly she was doing. “I- I said more?” Kurogiri drops his tie, dragging it out to let her consider the rest of her answer. His shirt and vest slip off his shoulders and onto the floor, trousers sagging as he leaves his belt unbuckled. Yuna holds her breath until he leans back over her, dragging the back of his knuckles over her collarbone and down her sternum. “Please, Daddy,” tumbles out, ghostly soft on her kiss swollen lips.

He aches, hands leisurely stroking over every bared inch of her as he divests Yuna of the rest of her clothing. “Such manners,” Kurogiri says, reverent, voice growing low and rough as his fingers slip between her thighs, “ought to be rewarded.” She’s hot and wet before he’s even touched her, legs quivering as he starts to stroke. Kurogiri is unhurried, waits until she’s soaked before he curls his fingers into her, the pad of his thumb rubbing small circles on her clit. He slows whenever she starts to buck, taking note of everything that spurs her on until she’s nearly shaking apart

“K-” escapes her as he presses in close, ghosting his lips over the swell of her breast. He stops, gaze lifting, and then Yuna is whimpering. “Daddy,” she corrects, fingers tangled in the sheets. “Please,” and only then does he finally slip his fingers free of her, taking himself in hand and then pushing against the back of her thigh. He groans as he fucks into her, the heat of her body enough to make him feel like he’s huddling in front of a flame. That staggering yearning for her, the desperation that’s been plaguing him for months, ever since she asked about who he used to be, quiet and intent- He’s buoyed by that hunger, and loses himself in the moment. He’s nothing but mist peppering her slick skin, their gasping filling the room, which is fast turning dark as the sun sets.

“Daddy,” she says again, eyes fluttering shut when he presses a kiss to her throat, pulse heavy against his lips, his tongue, and then her legs tense, gasping as she comes. She rolls her hips back into his thrusting, to keep him going, throwing her arms around his neck to keep him close. Yuna muffles her moans into his shoulder, pleading with him to keep going, to keep fucking her, touching her-

Kurogiri comes, whispering her name hoarsely as his hips stutter, rhythm lost. Yuna’s hand closes around the back of his neck, her lithe body clinging, and panting, and he never wants to leave.

Yuna lifts her chin, silently asking for another kiss and Kurogiri obliges. Not because he has to, because he wants to and when he asks for more, when her eyes flutter open and all he can see is the blue of her irises, like the sky opening up, vast and endless above him - it feels like freedom.

#quirk writes long fics #quirk writes commissions #lemon #kurogiri x oc #kurogiri x female oc

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straykidsftw · 5 years

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For The Kids / BC

genre: fluff

requested?: yes (anon)

summary: in which you and your boyfriend decide to make a meal for the rest of stray kids

warnings: none

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“Care to explain why my members aren’t allowed back in their dorm?” Chan chuckled, walking in and kissing you softly.

“Nope,” you grinned, kissing him again.

He breathed out a laugh, an endless grin painted on his face as he took your hand, “Y/N, they just want to come home and celebrate.”

You giggled, “I know! I wanted us to make them a meal as a congratulations. But I didn’t know what to make so I waited for you.”

“Ooh! Ooh! Let’s make this!” Chan exclaimed, quickly getting out his phone and showing you a video that he’d saved to his Instagram.

You watched it intently with focused eyes before humming and nodding, “good! Let’s do it.”

Chan chuckled, watching the video himself before shoving his phone back in his pocket and turning his attention to you as you absentmindedly played with his fingers.

“Let’s cook,” Chan smiled.

You looked up to him with wide eyes before blinking and nodded, skipping to the kitchen.

“Do we have noodles?” you asked, Chan swirling his head round before pointing to the cupboard in the corner.

“Yes.”

“Do we have... I can’t remember what we need, just check, I’ll start making the noodles,” you laughed, standing on your tiptoes and getting the spiciest chicken ramen you could find out the cupboard.

Chan chuckled, pulling out his phone again and leaning against the table as he watched the video, beginning to look through the fridge and the freezer for everything you needed.

“Cheese sticks! We need cheese sticks!” Chan exclaimed, running around the kitchen.

You cringed as you looked at the pot of noodles that were cooking in front of you, already knowing it wasn’t enough for 10 people, “we also need some more noodles.”

“Okay, okay, it’s okay! I’ll go to the shops and get everything we need, you cook the things we need cooking,” Chan said, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing the keys and leaving the dorms.

You nodded, glancing over at noodles before walking over to the fridge, opening it. You looked all around the fridge before you realised what was wrong, you had no idea what the recipe was.

“Chris!” you whined, pulling out your phone and desperately calling your boyfriend.

“G’day,” he greeted, answering the phone after just two rings.

“Babe, I don’t know the recipe,” you sighed, “also remember to get loads of ice cream. The kids like ice-cream.”

You could hear Chan chuckle, “I’ll send you the video, okay? And yes, I’ll get lots of ice-cream.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, “now hang up and send me the video... And hurry up. I miss you.”

“I’ll see you in a bit,” Chan laughed, before hanging up.

You chuckled, leaning against the table in the middle of the kitchen as your phone pinged.

realstraykids has sent you a video

You breathed a sigh of relief, opening the message and watching the video before retrieving the chicken feet from the fridge and the chicken nuggets from the freezer, coating half of the chicken feet in sauce before cooking them all.

“Honey! I’m home!” Chan called, sliding off his shoes and walking into the kitchen as he set the keys down, smiling widely, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

“Nerd,” you giggled, walking over and taking his face in your hands as you kissed him gently.

Chan smiled, pulling away and reaching into the bag, pulling things out.

“Spicy chicken ramen, cheese sticks, jalapeños, more eggs and ice-cream,” he listed, placing everything on the table.

You grinned, grabbing the ramen and throwing it in the pot along with the seven other packs of noodles, “thank you baby!”

“What are you cooking?” Chan asked, crouching in front of the oven.

“All the chicken, you can put the cheese sticks in too,” you said, eating some of the cooked noodles.

Chan nodded, opening the oven and getting the tray out, placing the cheese sticks on there before sliding it back in.

You couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend’s veiny, toned arms as he did so, flexing and tensing as they moved about, his bracelet moving up and down.

“Like what you see?” Chan asked cockily.

You blushed, hitting his shoulder, “you’re my boyfriend, I’d be concerned if I didn’t like what I saw.”

Chan laughed, standing back up and leaning against the counter, smirking at you as you added the sauce to the noodles.

“Stop it, Bang,” you said, trying not to laugh as you kicked your leg out, trying to hit him.

Chan flinched as he began to laugh, still staring at you, “why should I? Huh? Why?”

You began to laugh as well, rolling your eyes at him before walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist, laughing into his chest as he laughed into your head.

“Shut up,” you laughed, hitting his chest.

“Come on,” Chan chuckled, kissing your head gently, “carry on cooking.”

You chuckled, walking away and getting a plate out the cupboard, spreading the noodles over the plate.

“Channie, can you cook the eggs?” you called, turning to see Chan on his phone.

He looked up and smield, nodding, “of course.”

He went and got a saucepan out the cupboard as you went and got the jalapenos and whipped cream out the fridge.

“Do we need a side dish of more noodles?” you laughed, checking the video once more.

Chan shrugged, “you know the kids, they’re very hungry.”

“I’m not making noodles with a side dish of noodles, Christopher,” you said, pointing at him, “no matter how hungry you and the boys are.”

Chan chuckled, putting the eggs in the pan of boiling water as the sound of the front door opening rang through the kitchen.

“Are we allowed back home yet?!” Felix called.

You giggled, “okay! Get the living room ready, okay?”

“Um, no, I’m too famous now,” Felix said cooly, walking into the kitchen.

You giggled, pulling him into a hug, “well done, Lix, you’ve worked so hard.”

Felix laughed, “stop it! I’m gonna cry!”

You smiled, pulling away and kissing his forehead gently, “now go set up the table.”

Chan pouted, “I didn’t get a congratulations.”

You rolled your eyes, walking over and taking his face in your hands as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “congratulations on your first win baby boy.”

Chan smiled, kissing you again before turning his attention back to the 10 eggs that were cooking in the pan, “so, how was work?”

You shrugged, chopping up the jalapeños, “not as exciting as your day.”

Chan hummed, “well, how was it - not compared to mine?”

You chuckled, “it was work Chan, how good can it be?”

Chan sighed, “you need to find a job you enjoy.”

You shrugged, “maybe one day, I’m just saving up money right now.”

“Y/N, I’ve already told you, I’ll earn enough money for the both of us, I promise,” Chan said, walking over and standing next to you, his larger frame hovering over yours, “why are you saving?”

His fingers lightly brushed up your arm before moving down and taking your waist, spinning you round so you were facing him.

Your cheeks burned a light pink colour at the closeness. Despite the four years you and Chan had spent together, he still made your heart beat unnaturally fast.

“N-No reason,” you said, shrugging as you tried to turn back to the noodles.

“Y/N,” Chan said sternly, placing his finger under your chin and lifting your head up so you looking in his eyes, “why? Hmm?”

You sighed, “I just– it’s far, far away but I just– I want— if we do end up you know... getting married... I want us to have the best wedding ever. And maybe get a pet.”

“Y/N, I can’t believe you,” Chan chuckled, walking back over to the pan and turning the heat off.

You bit your lip, your eyes filling with tears, “I-I’m sorry. Let’s just eat this and then we can talk a—“

“How could you forget our kids?” he asked, putting the eggs onto a plate, “and a house! Come on, if you’re gonna plan, you’re gonna have to plan right.”

Your mouth hung open slightly as you watched your boyfriend wonder around the kitchen, picking up the ingredients and finishing off the noodles in front of you.

After a while, he looked up at your confused gaze, “what?”

“I-I thought you were mad,” you said quietly.

Chan smiled, “the only reasons I have to be mad are, as I said, the flaws in your plan. Also, how you think it’s gonna be far in the furture. How dare you?”

You giggled, watching him pick up the plate with two hands.

“Can you get the eggs?” he asked, nodding to the plate on the other side of the kitchen.

You nodded, skipping over and picking up the plate, following Chan into the kitchen where all eight boys were, cheering as they saw you walking in.

“Okay, no eating!” Chan exclaimed, watching Changbin pick up his chopsticks eagerly.

Changbin rolled his eyes, putting them back down as you laughed.

“Y/N and I have made you guys this meal to say—“

“Congratulations!” you exclaimed before turning to your boyfriend, “doesn’t make sense if you say it, Chan, you have done so much for the boys and you’re the best leader, so this is for you as well.”

The boys all smiled, nodding along with your little speech.

“So congratulations,” you said, “to all of you! You’ve all worked so hard.”

The boys smiled, eagerly looking at the food.

“Congratulations, you’ve worked hard!” they all exclaimed, trying hard to say it in unison as they all took their chopsticks and began to eat.

“Thank you for the meal!” Jisung exclaimed, other shouts of thanks coming from each of them as you and Chan sat at the end of the table, eating little bits of the boys’ plates.

“Is this far in the future?” Chan asked quietly, nudging you slightly.

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to him, “what are you– oh my god!”

The eight other boys turned their heads quickly in your direction at your shouts, Chan laughing as he held up the small diamond ring.

Jisung clapped with joy, Hyunjin screaming as the boys fell into chaos.

“I was planning a big event, I was even going to take you to Australia but... seeing you talk about getting married today, I realised that it’s fate and so, well, what do you say?” Chan grinned.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes!” you exclaimed, putting down your chopsticks with shaking hands as Chan slid the ring on your finger, kissing you softly as the rest of the boys cheered and clapped.

You laughed as Felix grabbed your hand to look at the ring, the boys all taking it in turns to look.

Chan sighed contently, laying his head on your shoulder, “this has to be the best day of my life.”

You turned your head so your lips were against the top of his head, leaving a soft kiss before mumbling, “you say that like it’s not the best day of mine.”

#i got distracted AJDHDKHSAK #stray kids #kpop #stray kids scenarios #jyp #jyp entertainment #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #bang chan #bang chan scenarios

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medics-secret-shipfic-folder · 5 years

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A Little Confession

A SniperxDemo oneshot

“Hey, Demo, could you bring this to Sniper?” Engineer asked, handing a plate of food to Demo, “He should be outside,”

Engineer returned to the table after the exchange, making everyone’s plates for dinner that night. The smell of southern cooking was strong, stronger than most of the other dinners that the mercenaries prepared when it was their turn to cook. Everyone was already seated at the table, mindless chatter filling the kitchen up with noise. Sniper was the only one not present for the meal. Adjusting his grip on the plate to not burn himself, Demo ambled outside.

Sniper preferred to be alone, that much was true. Although he seemed to get antsy when people chocked that up to some kind of shyness, as if being alone in and of itself was some kind of issue that needed correcting. But Sniper didn’t have issues regarding shyness. For God’s sake, a cocky man such as himself had no shame. If walking out in front of the rest of his team completely naked was any indicator. Sniper was just an introvert, simple as. Sure, he did have anxieties, but he’d mostly dealt with them and learned how to handle the stress when it did arise. Sniper could handle himself.

Demo squinted into the night, only the light of the full moon giving him any kind of aid. Sighing, he carefully walked down the steps and sauntered over to what he guessed to be the silhouette of Snipers van. It was relatively warm out, and crickets sang their annoying song somewhere wherever there were patches of grass.

“Demo! Ya left the door open!” Scout called from the base, followed by a slam. Demo rolled his eye and walked around to the back of the van and knocked. No answer. Demo tried again. No answer yet again.

“Sniper! It’s time to eat!”

“Just bring it up mate,” Sniper said from somewhere above. Demo took a step back from the van and peered up. He couldn’t see Sniper, but he was up there. Demo grumbled and felt for the ladder next to the door, balancing the plate on the tips of his fingers as he clambered up.

“Engineer cooking tonight?” Sniper asked, thumping sounding from the top of the van as Sniper moved.

“Yep,” Demo grunted.

“I can tell. I smell gravy,” Sniper said jokingly. Demo snickered, taking another step and slipping, giving a loud yelp when he nearly fell. He wedged himself against the bars of the ladder and frantically tried to keep the plate balanced. Sniper laughed from above.

“Need some help?” He snickered.

“Yeah, help me up,” he strained. Sniper popped his head out from over the roof of the van and extended a hand down, helping Demo haul himself up. Demo slid the plate onto the roof and scooted himself to where he could sit down. Sniper plopped down in front of him and took the plate, pulling it into his lap and shaking his head, laughing.

“Is there anything that Engineer cooks that isn’t swimming in gravy?” he chuckled, “I mean, I ain’t complaining,”

“I’ll take Engie’s cooking over Pyro’s any day,” Demo said, scratching at his beard.

“What was Pyro even trying to make last night?”

“I think Engie said it was supposed to be pancakes,”

“More like burnt hockey discs,” Sniper laughed, “I love Pyro, but they cannot cook. Then again I ain’t much better,”

“You burned everybody’s mouths off the last time you cooked!”

“Yeah. It didn’t occur to me that maybe not everyone liked jalapeños,”

“Oh you didn’t add just jalapeños! You sent Heavy to the infirmary!”

“Ok I might have added some Ghost Peppers…And some California Reapers, and a few Trinidad Scorpions…” He said sheepishly, “Which are…some of the spiciest peppers in the world,” He mumbled.

“Oh my God, Sniper,” Demo said, pressing his hand to his forehead, “You’re not allowed to cook anymore,”

“Fair enough,” Sniper shrugged, inspecting his food, “Chicken, biscuits, and macaroni tonight? Nice,” He said. He scooped up a biscuit and went to take a bite, but the moment it hit his mouth he pulled back with a shout, fanning his mouth with his hand.

“Ah! That’s hot!” Demo threw his head back and laughed.

“Yeah that’s what ye get!” He chortled. Sniper dropped the biscuit back onto the plate and grumbled. He set the plate aside.

“I’m just gonna…Let that cool down,” He said. Demo chuckled and shook his head.

“Why are you out here anyway lad?” He asked, leaning back. Sniper jabbed a thumb upwards.

“Stargazing,” he answered bluntly. Demo squinted upwards.

“It’s too foggy to see anything,” He sighed.

“Foggy?” Sniper quizzed, turning his gaze upward, “Huh, that’s weird, the sky was clear just a moment ago. Ah, nevermind,” He shrugged.

“Do you like to stargaze?”

“‘Like?’ Heh, it was the only thing I ever did back home!” He laughed, “I’d get up on my dad’s chicken coup every night and watch the sky. Well, at least until my mum yelled at me to get down before I broke my neck,” “Did ye ever fall off?”

“Once,”

“So she was right in tellin’ ya to stay on the ground!”

“Ah, no! I didn’t break my neck!”

Demo cocked an eyebrow.

“But I…Did break my arm…” Demo snickered. Sniper shook his head and laughed with him. Sniper reached over and felt his food. It had cooled down enough for him to eat, he judged. He pulled the plate back into his lap and lifted the biscuit to try to eat again.

“You really like Engie’s cooking,” Demo observed.

“It reminds me of home,” Sniper mumbled through a mouthful of bread, “Is there a napkin I can use?”

“Under the plate,”

“Thanks,” Sniper muffled, wiping his mouth. Sniper went to scoop up another biscuit when he felt something wet land on his head. He ruffled his hair and looked up. Another droplet fell on his nose. Demo glanced up with him and extended a hand out. A few droplets fell on his hand.

“Wha-”

A crack of lightning and a loud, booming clap of thunder interrupted him, making them both jolt upright in terror. Immediately after, it started pouring down raining. Within seconds they were both soaked to the bone. A sudden gale wind rocked the van, sending the two scrambling down to get inside. The rain had created a thick veil that made it impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction. Another clap of thunder sounded, even louder this time. Sniper violently pried open the back door and threw himself into the van, Demo falling after him. Sniper rolled over and forced the door shut against fierce winds, everything becoming eerily quiet when he shut out the elements. Sniper heaved for breath and leaned against the door, Demo sprawled out on the floor.

“Well that was certainly something,” Sniper huffed, shakily getting up, the cold already beginning to set in. Demo rolled over and stared wide eyed at the ceiling.

“There wasn’t supposed to be a storm today!” He shouted, sitting up. The van rocked again, and a gust of wind whistled by.

“Mother Nature doesn’t give a shit about what is and isn’t supposed to happen” Sniper said, exasperated, wiping his face, “And clearly didn’t give a shit about my dinner,” He muttered.

“Sorry about that,” Demo apologized, rubbing his neck.

“It’s alright. I have food in the fridge,” he said, gesturing to a small fridge lodged underneath a massive row of terrariums filled with a whole assortment of insects and other small animals. Sniper sighed and picked at his clothes.

“I need to change,” he said, talking to himself. He ambled over to what appeared to be a dresser and unfolded a handful of clothes from it. He set them aside on top of the dresser and began to undress. Demo awkwardly turned around to give him some privacy, even if Sniper didn’t mind being seen naked. He turned around and watched the insects instead. He stood there awkwardly for several minutes, listening as Sniper removed his clothes. His grumbling at the squelching fabric was admittedly fun to listen to.

Demo leaned down and tapped the glass case of a strange, spider-like insect just as Sniper finished slipping into his new clothes. There was a plop when he dumped the wet clothes into a nearby laundry basket. He walked up beside Demo.

“What the Hell is that thing?” He asked, pointing at the creature. Sniper squinted down at what he was pointing at.

“Tailless Whip Scorpion,” he said. The insect turned to Demo, raising up it’s claw like arms at him. Demo shuddered, feeling goosebumps crawl up his arms and legs.

“It’s fucking creepy is what it is,”

“Aw, please. These things are harmless,” He laughed. The scorpion was still for a moment, and then jumped at the glass, making a tink noise. Demo just about fell over when he jumped back. Sniper laughed at his panic. Demo ran his hands up and down his arms, now beginning to feel things crawling over him.

“Those are the spawns of Satan!” Sniper laughed again.

“Then i’m the shepard!” Demo shuddered again. Sniper shook his head and reached into a terrarium away from the insects.

“Here, I don’t think this fella will scare ya,” He said, rummaging around some sand before pulling out a small round frog with stumpy legs and a noticeable grumpy face. It looked at Demo and made a tiny squeaking noise, somehow making an even grumpier face.

“It’s a Desert Rain Frog! Although Medic likes to call ‘em the Grump Frog,” Sniper laughed. He took the frog and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a light squeeze. The frog made another squeaking noise, grabbing at Snipers fingers. Sniper giggled.

“They’re my favorite, if ya can’t tell,” Sniper said, palming the creature. Demo squinted at the animal and grinned when it waved its stumpy arms at him.

“Hehe, your a cute thing alright,” He giggled, gently rubbing its head. Sniper curled his fingers around the animal and gently placed it back in the terrarium, taking a spray bottle and spritzing the sand with enough moisture for the tiny amphibian. Demo gazed over the rest of the glass cases, once again getting a jittery feeling from the abundance of nightmarish insects. He went rigid when he looked up.

A giant, yellow tarantula was pressed against the glass, it’s massive fangs hanging down and poised to strike. The skeleton of a bird was curled up in the corner. Demo could hear the spider hissing, and he felt his mouth go dry.

“I-Isn’t that the same spider that tried to eat Medics doves?” He croaked, stepping back.

“Hm?” Sniper hummed. He looked up to where Demo was pointing, “Oh. Yeah Medic had me come it and get it out of the Infirmary. I’ve kept it since. Isn’t that right Goliath?”

“You named it?”

“You named your sword,”

Demo went silent for a second.

“Eh, fair enough. Just keep that thing away from me,” Sniper shrugged and picked up a semi-small container under the terrariums and began feeding his collection. Demo looked around the rest of the van. A ladder led up to Snipers bed, and there was a gap in the wall underneath it, a gap that looked like it held a second bed. A stove was sat directly across from the terrariums, and a small table jutting out from the wall stood beside it, granted with a small counter in between. There were small baskets and boxes piling up with different trinkets and clutter that were shoved into corners and any shelves and cabinets that were open. A few pillows were stuffed against the wall underneath the gap where the second bed was hidden.

Demo walked over to the bed and climbed halfway up the ladder, peering over onto the bed. It was generally bare, save for a few pillows, blankets and a few stuffed animals, surprisingly. A large stuffed frog was resting beside the pillow. It’s green color appeared to have been bleached out from long exposure to the sun, and it didn’t look all that comfortable to cuddle with, as the fabric appeared rough and coarse.

“‘Ey, where’d ya get this?”

“My mum gave it to me when I was little,” Sniper said, tossing a few dead crickets in with his frogs. Demo reached over to touch it. Yep, just as coarse as it looked.

“You sleep with it?”

“Yeah. Slept with it so much that it stopped being fluffy. Heh, I took that thing everywhere with me.”

“Is that why it’s so pale?”

“Yeah. I had it out in the sun almost every day. Took on a toll on the fella,” Demo grabbed the arm of the frog and pulled it forward to get a better look. Turning it over, he saw that a name was written in Sharpie on the back. ‘Hoppi’, it read.

“You named this thing Hoppi?”

“It meant a lot to me,” Sniper said, finishing up with the feeding, “And it still does,”

Demo looked down at the frog and put it back. He stepped down off the ladder just as Sniper was putting away the container. Demo reached into one of the packs on his belt for a flask, but his hand found nothing.

“Aw Hell,”

“What?”

“I don’t have my flask with me,”

“There’s beers in the fridge,” Sniper said, pointing back to the tiny fridge. He walked over to the stove and turned it on while Demo searched for a drink.

He came back up with a beer and plopped down on the pillows under the bed and watched Sniper as he began to cook.

He placed a wok on the burner and went back to the fridge and took out packets of chicken and vegetables, cheekily taking several peppers out with them, some Demo recognized as the peppers that sent Heavy to the infirmary the last time Sniper cooked.

“I don’t know how you eat those,”

“After almost 30 years of sitting under the sun back in Australia, a pepper that turns your mouth into molten lava is nothing, “ Sniper chuckled, setting the chicken on the counter and chopping it up. Demo took a swig of his beer when he felt his stomach roll, reminding him that he hadn’t even eaten anything since breakfast.

“I can make you some of this if ya want,” Sniper offered, jabbing the chicken with the knife.

“What is it?”

“Stir Fry. Dads recipe,”

Demo pondered the offer.

“Make it without peppers and i’ll take ya up on yer offer,” He agreed, grinning. Sniper laughed and tossed the chicken into the wok, now starting on the vegetables.

Demo sat back as he waited, the smell of the food quickly filling the van. He’d never had stir fry, but his mouth was already watering for it. Sniper set out two plates and began pouring Demos food out, stirring it up a bit with a fork before handing it to him. Then he started on his plate. He put on a pair of gloves and started chopping up the peppers. As Demo ate, he felt his eyes begin to water. The chemicals that were being released from the peppers as Sniper cut them were so pungent and strong that Demo had to cover his mouth and eye until Sniper dropped them into the wok.

“Jesus, that’s strong,” Demo coughed, now feeling a sting at the back of his throat.

“Why do ya think I have the gloves?” Sniper said, his own eyes watering, “These things have killed people,”

“Then why are ya eatin’ them!?”

“Hasn’t killed me yet,” Sniper said, a snarky grin spreading across his face. Demo rolled his eye and continued eating.

He poured out his food and sat next to Demo to eat. A few raw jalapeños were on the edge of his plate and he ate with gusto while Demo once again felt a stinging at the back of his throat from the smell of the peppers alone.

As they ate, loud tinks started to be heard from the ceiling. Sniper furrowed his brow and looked up. The sound got louder. Demo looked to the window above the sink and saw white pellets smacking against the glass.

“Hail,” Sniper groaned.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Demo moaned, sharing in Snipers disdain.

“Well we’re not leaving anytime soon,” Sniper sighed.

The two finished their plates and put them away in the sink. Now full, the two of them started lounging around, trying to pass the time with whatever they could. Sniper bounced around from sharpening his knife, watching his insects, and playing with his frogs, and Demo switched around from drinking, messing with books, and screwing together and taking apart pieces of a deactivated bomb he was carrying around. They both tried to simply nap through the storm at several points, but it was clear after several claps of thunder and bouts of strong hail that Mother Nature wasn’t too keen on letting them sleep. After several hours of extreme storms, Sniper eventually gave up and just decided that the best thing to do would be to hang halfway off his bed with a frog on his face with Demo laying face down in the pillows.

“This is ridiculous,” Sniper groaned, the frog on his face licking his glasses.

“I agree,” Demo said, his voice muffled.

“What do ya think the rest of the team is doing?”

“Probably wondering where the fuck we are. Either that or sleeping,”

Sniper rolled over and nearly fell off his bed. He clung to the ladder for support, the frog none too bothered and continuing to lick his glasses. Sniper groaned and sat up, the frog now leaping down onto his chest and clinging to his shirt. Demo propped his elbow up on the pillows and rested his head in his hand.

“Do ya have any games we can play?”

“Nadda,” Sniper sighed. Demo huffed and fell back into the pillows. He stared up at the ceiling when he realized something.

“Wait, do ya hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Exactly. The hail stopped,” Demo said, sitting up. Sniper chewed the inside of his cheek.

“It’s still raining,”

“True,” Demo got up and went to the window and looked outside. He could see nothing but the thick veil the rain was making, “Yeah we’re still not leaving,” He sighed. He looked up and saw Sniper putting away the frog and climbing back up onto his bed, fixing the blankets and sheets.

“Then I guess we’re sleeping together,” Sniper said, “That bed pulls out, you can sleep there,” Sniper pointed down at the gap underneath his bed. Demo went over and grabbed the metal bar that was sticking out and pried the bed out. Sniper handed Demo a blanket and a few pillows for the night.

The two managed to drift off for an hour or so, the rain providing just enough white noise for the two to sleep. After the hour, a clap of thunder woke Demo up. He groaned after the thunder had sounded off. The hail was back. Great. Demo rolled over and sighed. He couldn’t sleep like this. He couldn’t imagine that Sniper was sleeping soundly either. Demo shifted the pillow under his head and tried to get comfortable again.

“Demo, you awake?” Sniper asked from above.

“Yeah. Thunder woke me up,” Demo said, rolling back over.

“Same here,”

Demo couldn’t see Sniper, but he could hear the man above him roll over.

“What kind of storm even is this?”

“The kind that doesn’t want us to leave,”

Sniper softly chuckled. The two went silent again, nothing but the storm raging outside to stop things from going deafeningly silent. Demo looked around.

“How do you even sleep? You don’t have a fan or anything to make some noise,” Demo asked. Pretty much everyone he knew couldn’t sleep without some kind of white noise going on in the background. He looked back up and saw Sniper pointing at the terrariums.

“They make all the noise I need,”

Demo leaned over and listened closely to the insects and amphibians. Sure enough, he could faintly hear chirps and croaks from behind the glass.

“Ah,” He said softly. There was rustling from above again, and the two went silent.

Demo lightly tapped the edge of the bed, trying to bore himself into sleep. He rolled over again to face the wall.

“Hey, Demo?”

“Mhm?”

“…Thanks for spending time with me,”

Demo raised his head up to Snipers bed and chewed his lip. It’s not like he had much of a choice. The storm had forced him into the van. But he had to admit, he did enjoy hanging around Sniper.

“It’s no bother to me,” He said. There was more shuffling, and then a loud sigh.

“Demo, you know how I say ‘I’m alone, not lonely?’”

“Yes, you say it every time someone asks why you live in this van,”

“Well…I…I am lonely…” Sniper said. Demo sat up, his brow furrowing in concern. Sniper didn’t say things like this often, so Demo felt as though he shouldn’t take this lightly. He saw Sniper sit up as well.

“I’ve started getting really intolerant of being alone,” He started, looking Demo straight in the eye, “I like being around the team, I like being around you. Sure I prefer being alone but that’s only for so long. I feel like being around nothing but insects and frogs all day is starting to drive me a little crazy,” He shook his head, “I’m starting to feel like Medic,”

Demo chuckled lightly at the comparison. Sniper snickered.

“We’ll have to start calling you the Insect Man,” Demo joked.

“But…I don’t know. I feel like spending all my time either in here or alone in the battlements is starting to take a toll. So what I’m trying to say is; Thank you for staying. I guess I didn’t realize just how starved I was for interaction beyond just going out on contracts,”

Demo chewed the inside of his cheek and climbed up the ladder to be by Snipers side. Attention starvation can certainly do strange things to a person psyche, and being alone was absolutely a way to facilitate it. Sniper laid back down and faced Demo.

“I’m here for ya lad,” He whispered. Sniper sighed.

“Thank you. It means a lot,”

Sniper and Demo were extremely close now, their faces only inches apart. Demo could feel Snipers breath on his lips, a surge in his chest. In spite of it being so dark, he could see Snipers eyes in detail. Bright blue, flecked with silver and ringed with purple. Demo swallowed hard.

“Demo?”

“Yes?”

“…I love you,”

Demo inhaled quietly, not breaking eye contact. He leaned closer, closer than he’d ever gotten to the Australian. He bit his lip and let his eye drift shut when he felt Snipers hand brush against his cheek. He raised his hand to touch Snipers and found himself lightly kissing Snipers palm. Sniper propped himself up and leaned their heads together, grabbing Demos head. Demo took a step up the ladder to get a better angle and put his arms around Sniper. Being so close Demo could feel every breath and twitch from Sniper. Sniper slid his arms around Demos neck and shoulders, letting himself lean against Demos larger frame. They were so close now, their lips barely an inch apart. Demo could hardly stand it.

Sniper was the one who finally moved in, brushing their lips together. Demo shuddered at the contact, pressing into the kiss. He climbed up into the bed with Sniper and moved his hands down to his sides. He soon had Sniper moaning into the kiss, gripping the back of his head.

After several minutes of amorous exchanges, the two of them finally pulled back to catch their breath. Snipers face was red, his pupils blown. Demo pulled Sniper into a strong embrace, burying his face into the crook between Snipers head and shoulder, placing light kisses on his neck.

“Yer bloody handsome,” Demo breathed, his voice muffled. Sniper returned the embrace, softly smiling. Demo moved himself to sit crossed legged in the center of the bed and pulled Sniper into his lap, laying him out and cradling him, kissing him again while Sniper giggled and blushed even harder.

Demo pulled back from drowning Sniper in affection and leaned their heads together to look into his eyes. Sniper nuzzled against Demo and threw his arms around his shoulders.

“I could stay like this all night,” He purred. Demo brushed his hand over Snipers cheek, cupping his face.

“I second that love,” He breathed, kissing over Snipers eyes.

They stayed like that all night, exchanging kisses and gentle touches all through the storm, and eventually falling asleep in each others arms just as the sun finally began to rise.

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Hey, could you give me a match up or life generator for IkeSen? Anything is fine. I'm like 156cms (I know ;_;) I'm introverted but curious by nature. I'm also much of a talker when I become friends with someone. Kinda sassy, likes cats,dogs, raccoons (you get it) and philosophy. I get frightened easily, a box falling from my shelf suddenly can get me screaming 😂 I am a dork. Just found your blog btw and I love it 😭💖

Thanks for sending in the request and I’m sorry about the wait! Also, can I say thank you because your request saved my writer’s block because I got carried away?

Thank you for your interest in the world of Ikemen Sengoku. You will shortly be reborn in your new life. The simulation will begin in 3..... 2..... 1.......

B A C K G R O U N D

Your story began right before your first job interview in Japan. You had graduated from college a few months ago with an economics major and a philosophy minor. Many considered it a peculiar blend of studies, but the contrasting subjects allowed you to enjoy your time at college while maintaining the image of a unique candidate. All throughout school, your academics were fairly strong. It wasn’t the golden 4.0, but high enough to land you your first job. The only issue was that your Japanese wasn’t the strongest, so you were worried about not being able to convey your thoughts properly. To deal with this, you practiced in advance.

On the way to your interview, you noticed that the clouds had become larger and darker. You didn’t want to be reckless, but there was lots of traffic on the road and your interview was in fifteen minutes. If it started raining, then traffic would probably stop moving and you would be late, so you looked for an alternative route on your GPS. Luckily enough, there was a route that would get you to your destination in time. So you took the closest exit and left that mess.

The streets of the detour were small and narrow. The clouds had become so dark that it looked more like midnight than an afternoon. A shiver ran down your spine. The faster you got out of there, the better. It was not long before the rain started, thunder echoing in the background. You slowed down the speed of your car and proceeded with caution.

Your car broke down halfway through the detour. After jamming your keys to start the car (with no results), you got out of your car to search for help. You saw a man in a white lab coat with glasses on the porch of a quaint cottage and rushed to him.

“Can you help me? My car broke down in the middle of the road. ” Your voice was filled with desperation.

He was startled by your sudden appearance. “Ma’am, you need to leave. There is a wormhole that is going to open in a few minutes.”

“I can’t leave if my car doesn’t start.” A clash of thunder echoed in the background. You jumped from the loud noise and looked back at the man.

“Alright, I’ll look for some numbers that you can call to help you. However, I think that this area is extremely unsafe for you,” He said, pulling out his phone.

You nodded. As you waited for the young man in the lab coat, the storm intensified. Hints of blue and green sprouted from the clouds. Was this from the wormhole thing that the man was talking about? You wanted to ask but you didn’t want to burden him more than you already had. But the colors were rapidly spreading across the sky, forming a circle.

“Sir? It that the wormhole you were talking about?” You pointed to the colors.

He pushed up his glasses with his fingers. His eyes widened. “You need to leave now. Just run away from here.”

Although you had no idea where the wormhole would take you, you knew it was nothing good. So you ran as fast as you could, but the wind ran with you. It grew stronger until it lifted you from your feet and threw you into the glowing wormhole.

F R I E N D S

Date Masamune

After saving Nobunaga’s life at Honno-ji, you tried your best to adjust to the Sengoku Era. However, the different expectations, mentalities, and social concepts made it almost impossible. Your introverted nature made it harder to talk to the other warlords and your fear only added to the distance. There was Ieyasu (who felt that Nobunaga made a mistake in keeping you around), Hideyoshi (who was still suspicious about your affiliations), and Mitsuhide (he’s the one who caused the fire at Honno-ji in our timeline, so you’re suspicious of him).

Your relationship with Masamune was interesting, to say the least. He nearly chopped off your head when confirming that you were from the future, smashed your arm because you had gotten to close to him during his training, and served you the spiciest dish that was reserved for Ieyasu. Yet he still dared to flirt with you, as if he hadn’t nearly killed you three times.

However, he was the friendliest out of everyone else. He would offer to take you around the town and helped you get settled in your new life. For that, you were extremely grateful. Sometimes the two of you would be out all day, as Masamune would bring Shogestu in the forests. You would point out the different animals around the area. Although he knew the forests very well, your observations made him feel that he was the foreigner.

“Did you see that deer?” You said.

He spun his head around. Then he looks back at you. “Yes, I do. There’s a beautiful doe sitting right in front of me.”

You give him a playful shove. “That’s not what I’m talking about, you idiot.”

“Oh ho, our little lassie is getting feisty!” He laughs.

“I am not little!” You try to shove him, but he doesn’t budge against the weight of your arms. Instead, he howls with laughter.

You stand up straight and clear your throat. “The only thing that’s little is your manhood!”

He freezes in the middle of his laugh. His face momentarily warps with awe and you feel good about sassing him for once. But his face turns into a smirk.

“Is that so? I don’t recall ever showing you anything.” He moves closer towards you. “Unless we had an encounter that I don’t remember.”

Your face turns red as you push him away. “I think I’m done here.”

He turns away with laughter, calling for his tiger cup. You dust off your kimono and look one last time into the woods, searching for any other animals. There aren’t any.

Except for the one-eyed beast who disguised his feelings of love in the form of friendship. A friendship he could never escape.

Other friends: Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Sanada Yukimura, Oda Nobunaga

**Quick Note: Basically he’s the other suitor in love with you during your time there, but he’s also your closest friend.

R O M A N C E

Akechi Mitsuhide

Although you spent lots of time with Masamune, your sights were set elsewhere. At first, you weren’t interested in this silver-tongued snake for romantic purposes. You assumed he was the one who tried to kill Nobunaga due to the events in our timeline, so you wanted to learn more about his schemes. At first, you kept your distance-- there was no need to interact with a shady traitor. Instead, you got your information about Mitsuhide from other people. The best source of information was the maids, but they had too much information (which were nothing but rumors). When you asked the warlords, they couldn’t tell you much either. He was a mystery waiting to be caught.

At one point, you decided to tell Nobunaga about the future and how it was Mitsuhide that set the fire at Honno-ji. However, you had no proof to back your claims. So against your better nature, you went and tailed Mitsuhide. This was the worst mistake possible because he figured you out within seconds of your investigation. When he asked you questions about your investigations, you didn’t give him any answers. However, that wasn’t necessary because he had you all figured out.

Soon, the tables turn on you. Mitsuhide investigated you because you had investigated him. While you cluelessly walked around the palace, he followed you to ensure you weren’t a threat. Once he assessed that you weren’t an assassin, Mitsuhide began to talk to you in public. At first, his conversations caught you off-guard. But you grew more comfortable around him, despite the warnings from everyone else. Mitsuhide himself warned about his other side, but you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. After all, your curiosity had shown you that he was much more than his reputation.

You spent your time trying to sass him, causing him to outwit you almost every time. Some times he’d let you have the last word, but you knew when he let you win. Instead, he was drawn to your dorkiness. It was a rare sight in the Azuchi Palace for someone to be so dorky. However, he realized that there was a more mature side to you when serious conversations arose. The mix of purity and realism surprised him; you were less naive than he expected.

However, the worst part of your relationship was when he tried to scare you. Once he figured out that you were easily startled, Mitsuhide used against you with no limits. One day, you were delivering a message from Masamune to Hideyoshi when you felt a cool breeze rush by.

You spun around. “Whose there?”

There was no answer. You shivered but continued on your journey to Hideyoshi’s room. Then, you heard soft footsteps behind you.

You jumped. “I know you’re following me! Show yourself!” You voice waivers.

Nothing. You let out a sigh, telling yourself that you were overreacting. A few steps later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. A scream escaped your lips and your feet tripped over each other. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the collision between your nose and the floor.

Instead, a pair of light arms grabbed your waist and draws you upwards. You open your eyes to find yourself face-to-face to Mitsuhide. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you are at a loss of words

“Careful, princess. Is that how you want to fall for me?”

F I N A L F A T E

As you spent more time with the warlords, you felt more at home. The world you once knew had become a distant memory; one that you weren’t sure that you wanted to return to. Time passed as you and Mitsuhide officialized your relationship, you and Masamune bid farewell as he returned to Oshu to take care of some business, and you became acquainted with the Uesugi-Takeda forces. Throughout all these changes, your love for your lover never waivered.

However, when Sauskue informed you that the wormhole to the present would appear in the next month, your whole life fell apart. While you wanted to stay at Azuchi with Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, and everyone else, you had left another set of relationships behind, Your friends, family, and that new job you wanted. Although you had found everything that you wanted in the Sengoku Era, you still wanted to accomplish your 21st-century dreams. So you packed your bags and prepared for the journey. Although Mitsuhide was devastated with your choice, he chose to accompany you until you stepped through the wormhole.

Once you arrived at your destination, you began having second thoughts. Your life was perfect in this era, you had everything. Why should you leave now? As Sasuke entered the portal, he held his hand out to help into the portal. You looked from his hand to your lover. Your mind was set.

“I’m sorry Sasuke, but I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll stay.” You run to Mitsuhide and embrace him in a tight hug.

Sasuke nods with a soft smile. “You do what’s best for you.”

With that, he disappears along with your old life. And you couldn’t be any happier.

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business-gnome · 5 years

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Mercantile Society Newsletter: Issue #1

Fitzkrank Oils and Lotions is coming to Boralus! Look forward to the grand opening of our shop in the harbor on May 15! We are currently looking to employ a local Kul Tiran sixteen gold an hour to work the store! If you are interested, address a letter to Gerald Fitzkrank to set up an appointment!

During one of my first nights, I was able to interview Aneokame, the owner and operator of The Brig and the Ashwood Vale Consortium.

Ran by the kaldorei named Aneokame Crowsong, The Brig is a delightful hole-in-the-wall tavern located just outside of the dwarven district.They are open from six to ten bells nightly and offers a quiet, more mature atmosphere. Things here are taken at an easy pace and one does not feel harried or as though they are surrounded by rowdy rabble rousers like at other bars in the city. Their menu includes a variety of high quality wines, meads, ales, and liquors, a true staple. If you do go to the tavern, make sure to try their moonberry mead, as it is truly out of this world!

Next door to The Brig is Miss Crowsong’s shop, the Ashwood Vale Consortium, who offer a wide variety of strange, unusual, rare, and eclectic goods! Some of the goods include potions, tea leaves, dried herbs, books, furs, beautiful jewels, and artifacts! They even have hand sewn dresses and men’s shirts, a perfect boutique if you are going to a ball! If you are ever in need of a custom piece, the Ashwood Vale Consortium should be your go-to place for fine wear! The Ashwood Vale Consortium is open in the afternoons or by appointment! Stop by today!

(Character name: Aneokame. Character Tumblr: https://aneokame-crowsong.tumblr.com/)

Now in stores, experience an absolutely divine scent of, La Gnome's Tresour lotion and moisturizer! Selling for 22 gold pieces, it is an essential date-night accomplice. The scent is intoxicating -- a sexy, feminine blend of rose, peach and apricot blossom (among other fruity, floral goodness). Plus, the lightweight formula leaves your skin so smooth, it'd be a crime to go un-caressed.

Now in stock: the scent of roasted pine lotion, selling for 17 gold pieces! Available in store or from Gerald Fitzkrank! This scent will leave you smokey and desired, a mature fragrance that will be sure to lead to delightful company! This lotion was created due to the desires of Ms. Seraanna!

Next, I was luckily able to speak to a woman that recently joined the Mercantile Society! Her story is of struggles and triumph, and she is a true self-starter! Unlike Haris Pilton, of course.

Jacqueline McLean was but a girl when she arrived to Stormwind from Gilneas. She had had nothing to her name but the clothes on her back! She had to learn the streets rather quickly, and learn what the denizens of the city wanted and needed. From there, she started working on several ships, taking up whatever tasks she could. She became well known in the docks, Jacqueline McLean becoming a common name for the denizens of the harbor. She then found herself working under a nobleman for some time and that is where she began to invest in a more lucrative business. She studied language, rising up to be one of the leading Gilnean diplomats. She is often stationed in Boralus, maintaining relations with the people there and the Alliance.

She captains ‘The Siren’s Rose’. She acquired it by saving for five years, and it is the product of all her hard work since she arrived in the city. Even though she was quite young to commandeer a ship herself, she was able to make her dream a reality! She accomplished her goals at just twenty-five years old. Now she is twenty-eight, and she is her own boss! Some would even say she is the captain of her own sails! She usually employs for other men, besides her first mate, Troy. If you are looking to work on a boat sailing between Stormwind City and Boralus, then ‘The Siren’s Rose’ may be perfect for you!

Jacqueline McLean’s cargo consists of raw materials such as herbs, cloth, and ores, as well as items for personal clients. If you need a reliable captain to navigate your cargo to another port, Jackie is your gal! Her ship is almost always at the harbor in Stormwind or in the harbor of Boralus, when of course, she is not on the seas. Her door is open most of the time, always welcoming to guests!

(Character tumblr: https://shewolf-jacqueline.tumblr.com/, character name: Jåcqueline)

Say goodbye to the unpopular scents! ‘Pumpkin Gut’ and ‘Peppermint’ beard oils are officially being shelved, as they are truly out of season! They will, however, be replaced by two rejuvenating scents, bringing life to your beard!

The first scent is that of extracted anchor weed, an exotic herb found only in Kul Tiras and Zandalar! This scent is reminiscent of the ocean, and the clear oil brings a beard to its full potential! Make your beard smell of the seas and be as soft as a fair maiden’s touch today! This scent is only available in our Boralus location for 21 gold pieces.

The second scent is true to the season is that of wild steelbloom! Now now, gentlemen! It may not sound the manliest, but the flower offers a hardy scent that is sure to have your partners hoping for more! This scent is offered in all stores and in person for 15 gold pieces!

If you are seeking a rowdy experience every other Friday night, then Kegfist Brewery is for you! The popularity of the joint is astounding, full groups entering and enjoying the festivities the Kegfist offer. It seems their name-sake, the ‘kegsmasher’, is quite the hit. From what I’ve seen, it seems to be a heavily potent beverage that gets the party started. I am starting off with the appetizer of ‘Steamed Mushan Mandu’, a dumpling filled with meat from those large, savory reptile. It tastes vaguely fowl, like chicken or duck, but the seasoning is absolutely delicious. I am drinking their ‘Light Tea’, which helps wash down the heavy dumplings. There even seem to be patrons of the other faction at this establishment, a neutral place to ease the tensions of war that is currently crippling our world.

For my entrée, I decided to sample the ‘Way of the Ramen’, ordering myself some greenstone ramen. It contains lean sliced tiger, cabbage, bean sprouts, and carrots. And while it tastes amazing, one of the kickers is that it is cooked right in front of you! The noodles came out perfectly, the texture helping emphasize the stark tastes within the bowl. The tiger was cooked within the stew, soaking in the broth and the juices of the vegetables. The many different tastes bring forth a delightful sense, the textures aiding the tongue. The carrots are soft and almost mushy, yet they taste as though they were freshly picked. I highly recommend this meal, as it is an all around delicious entrée. It even comes with a fortune cookie!

I ordered from the ‘Way of the Grill’ next, Mr. Kegfist’s specialty. I ordered the black pepper ribs and giant shrimp! Yet again, this was a meal that was cooked in front of me, and boy howdy did it look very interesting! Pandaren cuisine is a marvel sometimes. Mr. Kegfist offered me three options for the ribs; mild, spicy, or dragon sauced! I chose spicy, as I consider myself quite the daredevil, but not to any extreme. I am no Sneevil Cogdeevil! Ah, I remember the days of seeing him do his stunts in the salt flats. May he find peace, wherever his is today. The ribs were delectable, falling off the bone and nearly melting in my mouth! The sauce was indeed spicy, and it felt as though I could breathe fire! The shrimp were out of this world, fresh caught and gutted in the establishment, you could taste the ocean on them! They were spicy as well, popping in your mouth as you eat them!

Finally, it was time to take my tastes to the ‘Way of the Fish’! And I am feeling -extra- spicy this evening, so I ordered the dragon sauce calamari! This may have been the spiciest thing I have ever tasted! Though it was absolutely delicious, a staple of the establishment. And yet again, Mr. Kegfist prepared it right before me! Added fun to the whole experience!

Wupoda Kegfist is the owner and head chef of Kegfist Brewery. He is a Pandaren of Halfhill, and he has been growing crops and learning the way of cooking since he was a child! Wupoda gets all of his vegetables fresh from Pandaria, crediting the magical soil for allowing his crops to grow at rapid paces and with massive growth!

Originally, his name was Wupoda Kegfist, Wandering Merchant of a Thousand Ales. It took them many tries to settle down in Pandaria, as they tried Stormwind, Kul Tiras, and a few other random places here and there in an attempt to appeal to different crowds. Then one night, his group were hired to work an event in this establishment, and they never left!

Kegfist Brewery also do catering! You heard that right, and the best way to get them to cater your event is to reach out to Mr. Kegfist through the mail! They have a pricing sheet and a few different modules for folks to find the best catering package for them. Mr. Kegfist’s tip to those of you wanting to break into the catering scene is: “Find your niche. We thrive because there aren’t many Pandaren chefs out there who have made business out of their skill. Most of us just do it for their friends and family.” So if you have a dream of becoming a caterer, do not be shy to express yourself and be adventurous! You may turn out to be as successful as Mr. Kegfist. If you market yourself as unique, it becomes harder for others to compete with your business! If Mr. Kegfist wasn’t running his restaurant, he would be tagging alongside the Darkmoon Faire! He has learned quite a few party tricks over his years in the bar tending scene.

Kegfist Brewery is always recruiting! “We can never say no to hopeful aspiring employees. We have more positions than just cooks and bartenders, so never consider yourself out just because you’re no good with food! Entertainers are always in high demand. Magic, jokes, a silly costume, it all works if you bring the charm. I’m posted in the Mage District of Stormwind pretty often for open interviews, if you ever see me around, come introduce yourself! -Wupoda Kegfist.

To close, Wupoda Kegfist leaves us with this nugget of wisdom: “Build your tables low to the ground, it is much harder to be drank under them.” He welcomes all to stop by Kegfist Brewery, as their doors are always open with cold drinks and friendly smiles! Be sure to catch them every other Friday night, from six bells to nine bells at The Drunken Hozen!

(Character name: Wupoda, guild tumblr: https://kegfistbrewery.tumblr.com/)

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years

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Survey #157

hey instead of lyrics, there’s a warning for a religiously offensive answer.

How many kids do you want to have? Only too many scaly and furry ones. <3 Who’s the last person you smoked weed with? I've never smoked it. Who is the person you have hurt the most? Probably Mom. Who is the person that has hurt you the most? Jason. Who was the last person who cried around you? Mom when she found out about my cousin Brenna. What was the last thing you cried about? Emotional conversation with Sara. What’s your current problem? Just friendship stuff after breaking apart from Colleen again and being ignored when I've been reaching out to old friends, something I've been putting a lot of effort into lately. I just don't get what's wrong with me/what's that damn unlikable about me that I can't make or maintain friendships. What brand of face wash do you use? Biore. Or I think Neutrogena if I have a pimple. Do you know anyone who owns a boat? Dad. Did you get carded the last time you ordered an alcoholic drink? I surprisingly didn't. Nor did I get carded when I bought something from the liquor store for Mom and me. Do I look 30 or something now that my hair's cut. Did your parents give you an allowance as a kid? No. Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth? No, thankfully. Are you (or have you ever been) a vegetarian? I am. Took a brief break for weight loss purposes but seeing as that did nothing, I went back to it and plan on staying that way. Do you ever use Snapchat? No. What was the last show that you watched a full episode of? The Good Doctor. Do you get your feelings hurt easily? Yup. When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get? Coke. What’s the nickname of your home state? The Tar Heel State. What’s the worst type of weather in your opinion? Hot and humid. Do you have a Kindle or iPad or neither? Neither. Would you rather read or write? Write. Is there a dead end road near where you live? Most likely. Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought? No. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex? YUP. Are you at risk for any medical issues? Heart issues run in my family, and I'm finding out if I have hypoglycemia like. Tomorrow. Is there an upcoming concert you want to go to? Metallica in January, desperately. Do you own a robe? No. Don't really need one. I get dressed right after showering. What is your favorite mark of punctuation? Question mark. How many deep dark secrets do you have? I don't really keep it a secret, but I don't just happily share it either. One. Where is your father right now? I'd assume at work. How comfy is your bed on a scale of 1-10? I guess like... 7? What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Hot wings at BWW doused in like the... fourth-hottest sauce. Who last called you sexy? The only one who is insane enough to call me that is Sara. Do you want any more piercings? Collarbones when they're prominent again, more in my ears, and then if/when I lose enough weight probably lower back dermals and bellybutton. Do you believe in heaven and hell? Not in the Christian concept, but in some manner, probably. Certainly a heaven of some sort for the good. I don't know about a hell, but maybe purgatory as earth-bound spirits? I mean there's no way the evil are going to a lovely place. Which do you think you're most likely to go to? Hopefully a heaven, but if it turns out the Christian god is real, happily to Hell because fuck him for a multitude of reasons. How will the world end? A meteor strike seems logical. Flooding from global warming (I don't know how much it actually would cover if all ice melted, but). The sun dying, if Earth is lucky enough to possibly survive that long. Are you scared of the dark? No. How many true friends would you say you had? Like 2-3, lol. Do you have a motto? Not really. When was the last time you went on a trampoline? Couldn't guess. What’s your best memory with each of your parents? Dad, maybe him teaching me to ride a bike. Or playing softball. As for Mom, maybe the time we were driving around one night, grabbed some milkshakes, and jammed out to Judas Priest way too loud lol. Do you believe that leaving a significant other for someone else is ever a good idea? I mean, sure. If you truly loved your s/o, you wouldn't even consider someone else. Better than cheating. Is it possible to ‘fix’ a ‘broken’ relationship? I'm not sure, honestly. This will never in any universe happen, but let's just say Jason and I got back together. It wouldn't work. At all. Our relationship was Heaven to me until it ended, and I know it could never be repaired. If you found someone seemingly perfect for you, but it turned out they had a child… would you still give the relationship a chance? Nope. I could never take on the role of a parent figure for a child. Nevermind one that wasn't mine or Sara's. Is it possible to ‘fall out of love’? Yeah, been there. Why do you think people choose to get married? Some people just enjoy the idea of a legal union with each other to signify their love, some don't want sex or kids before marriage, etc. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? We're both girls, but if it was physically possible, definitely. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Mom or Sara, depending on the subject. Who was the last person you danced with? Sara. How many tattoos would you get? Arms covered, hands, knuckles, neck, sternum, hips, back, ribs... lots. The only place I'm not very interested in tattooing are my legs, but it'll probably happen if I find something I love and also to balance things out. Might look kinda weird to have so many but then none below my hips. Abusive relationship: leave him/her or keep it a secret? TELL. SOMEONE. I'm sure the idea is terrifying, but what's scarier is staying with someone abusive. Tell someone who can do something. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed? Breasts. Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with? Jason. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? I like the broccoli, the latter is disgusting. Do you like gore? Sometimes it's aesthetically pleasing to me, sometimes it gives me a quick gag if it's something real gross with humans because then I can actually imagine it on myself. Have you ever read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov? No. Pretty sure I know the basis of it, though, if it's about the lolita fashion. My friend had a phase where she was deeeep into it and told me about a book of that name. Gross. Do serial killers fascinate you? Not especially, but sometimes it is intriguing to learn just how fucked they can be. I wonder how the mind can make up some shit. Besides your own, what’s your favorite country? That I'm at least somewhat aware of, I find Japanese culture quite interesting. Would you ever get a septum piercing? Nah, don't think it'll look good on me. Are you lactose intolerant? No. Are you allergic to gluten? No. Do you know anyone who is missing a toe? No. Do any lights stay on while you sleep? My snake's and iguana's lamps. If you have a notepad in your phone, what do you use it for the most? Lmao tattoo ideas. Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender? At least three girls. Two before I even realized I was bi lmao. Just looking back, my bond with them on my end wasn't straight, Alon especially. What store do you shop at the most for clothes? HotTopic. Would you ever get your nipples pierced? I very recently actually briefly considered it lmao. I wouldn't tho. Tbfh mainly just because of foreplay reasons shhhh. How many pets do you own? Six. What’s your least favorite season? I loathe summer. Do you like tacos? Omg no. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert. Do you like to play board games? Not really, no. Are you fond of romantic novels? When I read, I wouldn't actively seek them out, but I enjoyed quite a few. Fruit Loops or Cocopops? Fruit Loops = Good Shit. Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? Biiiitch yes for that much. Do you believe in aliens? I've been more open to the possibility lately. Maybe. If you were the last person alive besides one other person you get to chose, who would it be? My Sara Jane. Dogs or cats? Cats. Do you like cotton candy? I can only manage a couple bites. Too sweet. Would you ever use a dating site? I like to pretend that never happened lmao neeeever again. Do you believe in ghosts? Absolutely. Rap or pop? Pop, if I had to pick between the two. Do you like Lady Gaga? Some of her songs are super catchy. What about Nick Minaj? She's very talented in her genre, but I'm not a fan of her music. How many pairs of jeans do you own? None. Do you have an addiction to anything? Technology. Do you like cheeseburgers? Probably what I miss most being a vegetarian. I love burgers. Do you have a Flickr? Yes. When did you last vacuum your room? Few days back. Who was the last person to sit on your bed? Mom. Do you have a favorite flower? Orchids. Do you like to cuddle with your S.O. or do you prefer your space? Depends on how comfortable I am in the relationship. In my current one, I am like. Soooo cuddly. Do you like being called pet names or not? Depends on the person. Parents, s/o, friends, sure. Do you care if your produce is organic or not? Not really, but I mean if I was to pick between something organic or not and I was aware, I'd certainly pick the organic. Do you get enough calcium? I love milk, bro. Who is it that you’re in love with? Sara 100% 100% 100% my babygirl. Is your significant other of the same ethnicity as you? Yes. Do you have any friends in a band? An old friend is the guitarist of a pretty nice metal band. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip? Classic, probs. What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you? Suicidal depression. Do you ever donate money to charity? If so, which charity and why? Once I have a source of income, I plan on donating to every charity livestream Mark does. One, because it's just being a generous human, but also because I try to actively support everything he does. How many are too many partners for one person, in your opinion? Basically, I only support monogamy. What has been the most exciting moment of your life thus far? Meeting Sara. What’re your plans for your next birthday? Lemme get my Mark tattoo, man. Go out to my favorite restaurant. Family time. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tongue ring? No. Thinking back to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on their bed? Yeah. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Yeah. Thinking back to the last person you really, truly passionately kissed, how many times have you cried because of them? Waaaaaaaay too many times. How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater? Like low 50s. Has anyone ever pulled a gun on you? Whoa no. Kisses on the cheek or the neck? If you're not in the mood to make out, don't kiss me on the neck lmao. One word to describe your most recent ex? Hilarious. Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? I only like scrambled. Have you ever gotten into a club, whilst being underage? Never been to one. When do you plan on moving out? When Sara and I are ready to move in together. Before Facebook became popular, did you use any other social networking site like Bebo or MySpace? I had MySpace. Do you think when someone says “I love you” that you are obliged to say it back? Definitely not. Those are strong words. Which Disney princess do you think is the most beautiful and why? Hmmm, I think Pocahontas. I just think she's very pretty. What’s the best food to have at a sleepover? PIZZA. How did you meet the last person you shared a bed with? YouTube. Do you have any half-siblings? Four. When going shopping for junk food, what’s the first thing you pick up? Usually chips. At sleepovers, do you usually stay up all night or actually go to sleep? Go to sleep. Is there anything in the room you’re in that’s really dusty? I neeeed to dust my fan. Do you know anybody with different colored eyes? No. Are any of your relatives vets? Not to my knowledge. How many minutes do you consider late? More than 5. What kinds of food do you dunk into milk? Just cookies. Do you have any current or past teachers on your Facebook friends? Yes. How much sugar do you like in your tea/coffee? I hate both. Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk? Yeah. After seeing a movie, do you go to a site to enter a review about it? No. Do your parents vote? I know Mom does. Guessing Dad does. How would you react if your best friend was pregnant/got someone pregnant? My best friend is my girlfriend, and I'd support whatever she decided. She doesn't want kids at all, nor do I think her body could handle it, so I'd understand if she aborted, and if she didn't, I'd try damn hard to be an amazing parent. What restaurant has the best fries? Bojangle's fries got all her challengers SHOOK. What does your mailbox look like? Just a normal 'ole mailbox. Would your mom make a good president? No. What’s your favorite thing to eat during a movie? Popcorn. Do you consider cooking to be an art? Sure, it can be. What browser do you prefer to use? Chrome. What genre of films do you like the best? Paranormal horror. Have you ever had a crush on someone several years older than yourself? No. Does your best friend have any tattoos? No. Who was the last person you were rude to? Did you have a good reason? Probably Mom. There's never a good reason to be rude.

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dltbzrkcr · 6 years

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nyan blossom & butch for that one mememememem

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

Our love is like running through a burning building.

General:

How long will they last? - It starts off rocky, both are lacking in trust in one another but when they get their heads out of their asses, they are rock-solid for pretty much, ever.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Slowly, Blossom being a hopeless romantic falls first without intending to. Butch’s care-free personality is refreshingly different from her “rules first” life-style and being dragged into his antics and shown how to live her life a little less restrained causes her to fall for him. He’s the invitation to a fresh start for her. On the other hand, Butch sees hanging out with Blossom as just another day in his life. It isn’t till he inevitably messes everything up that he realizes just how much Blossom means to him. It’s possible he may have been in love with her from the start without ever acknowledging it because he doesn’t understand the concept of his own emotions. He just ends up finding her fun to hang out with, because she is so afraid to jump so ‘head first’ into anything, that he can’t help but find interest in encouraging her to do so.

How was their first kiss? - Awkward, intentional, but awkward. Only the first one, probably initiated by Blossom in order to get him to stop teasing her about how she ‘isn’t ballsy enough to kiss him’. After that he would definitely return the kiss and it would get heated and passionate real quick. Blossom would be the one to break the kiss as it all becomes too much for her to handle at once, and Butch would definitely be back to teasing her about that fact.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Butch with a ringpop. ITS YOUR JUICY JEWEL OF FLAVOR~~ RING POP

Who is the best man/men? - Yu

Who is the bride’s maid(s)Blossom says its person not maid? - Bubbles & Buttercup

Who did the most planning? - Blossom

Who stressed the most? - Blossom. It’s Blossom. How is she not going to be fucking stressed.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | They just walked into the courthouse and got hitched. | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Brick uninvited himself. He refused to acknowledge Butch being married to Blossom.

Sex:

Who is on top? - both. Mostly butch, Blossom is a bit of a pillow princess and likes being pampered and honestly he loves making her feel really special???

Who is the one to instigate things? - Butch, 100% all the time. Blossom doesn’t need to because she could literally just stretch and he’d be like “bang?”

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Realistically, a few rounds. …Sometimes all night. They get to the point of being all over each other. There are breaks between each round where they just lay there and cuddle and talk or have food / pizza breaks, but they just end up right back at it tbh.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - No, Butch likes counting how many orgasms Blossom has and breaking his record each time tbfh.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Two. A girl and a boy named Beatrix and Brayden. Babies are born on Halloween and Blossom denies Butch getting to name them whatsoever because his suggestions were “Reeses and Peanut Butter.”

How many children will they adopt? - 0. Blossom has a cat butch has a doggo.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Blossom, but when she gets too stressed she literally throws Butch into the fray like change the fricken diapers you jerk

Who is the stricter parent? - 100000% Blossom. Butch is like raising a 3rd child, alongside their two.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Blossom.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Blossom

Who is the more loved parent? - Butch. He lets them get away with everything so they are huge daddy’s kids. Though Brayden will listen to Blossom and follows all the rules. He is a mama’s boy but …he still loves Butch a lot.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Blossom… don’t ever let Butch go to them. He’ll get into fist fights. Same reason why he shouldn’t be allowed at baseball games. Someone insults brayden? or bea??? gET FUCKED YO

Who cried the most at graduation? - Butch. He. listen. he loves his kids. Blossom just pats his back and is like “there, there. I always knew you loved them.” and he would respond with a “NO I DONT THERES JUST SOMETHING IN MY EYE FUCK OFF”

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Butch, cause he doesn’t want their mom to find out.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Blossom. Butch has 0 cooking skills. He loves her cooking. she makes him the spiciest shit just for him. He loves burning his asshole.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Butch. He won’t really touch sweets.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Blossom drags Butch because she needs someone to carry it all. He goes because he likes to stare at her ass as she shops.

How often do they bake desserts? - Blossom will make the occasional dessert for herself and the kids, sometimes Butch will eat it…. and claim he never touched it.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Blossom is a vegetarian but makes meat for Butch and the kids none the less, because he refuses to touch veggies and thanks to that the kids barely want to eat veggies. Correction, only Beatrix. Brayden will eat them if Blossom asks him nicely.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Blossom.. she would go all out for their anniversary and find a babysitter for the kids and all of that. A whole night just for them~~~

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Butch hates being cooped up after awhile and will literally complain until they go out and do something fun.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - always butch. 10000%. and bea. she gets her mom’s fire powers.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Blossom always

Who is really against chores? - Butch & Beatrix both.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Blossom makes Butch do it, because he has to do SOMETHING and not just lay on the couch being a lazy ass.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Butch….

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Blossom because her husband is a fucking heathen.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Blossom… she’d keep finding random dollars too.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Butch— he runs the hot water out. Though if he isn’t taking a long one, Blossom can take ages due to her hair being so long. Sometimes he has to just help her comb it all out after her shower.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Blossom makes Butch go out and walk them… he starts tying sasquatch to the baby strollers and makes super pup walk the babies.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Blossom would decorate for just about every holiday. Butch thinks its a waste of time, but whatever makes her happy he guesses.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Just being happy??

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Butch, and on some days he’ll manage to get Blossom to sleep all day with him too. They can just sit and cuddle for hours.

Who plays the most pranks? - ….Listen, if you aren’t expecting Butch to play all the pranks on Blossom… well… you aren’t blossutching right I guess.

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livironheart · 6 years

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all of them do all of them

i have perished for my hubris. it’s too late. one day I will have to atone for my crimes as will you. fool? judgment day is coming.

🍕 = What is your muse’s usual pizza order? Do they order any drinks, sides, or desserts to go with it?

Liv likes pepperoni pizza with olives. She would definitely appreciate dessert with it, as well as cheese sticks.🍾 = What is the last thing your muse celebrated? How long was the celebration?

She hasn’t done any WILD celebrations in a while. She participates in holiday events sometimes, though. The last thing she celebrated was probably her engagement.

🎉 = When is your muse’s birthday? Is there a special meaning behind the date for you (the mun)?

June 21st. There’s no special meaning other than I wanted to be cool and symbolic and put her birthday on the summer solstice.

📚 = What is your muse’s favorite genre of books? What are some of their favorite authors and/or books?

Liv loves to read adventure novels, but doesn’t have a lot of them. Mostly, she reads tomes by a variety of authors to study magic. Most of them are written by elite Kirin Tor mages.

💌 = How does your muse choose to confess to the person they’re interested in? Do they usually get rejected or accepted?

Generally, Liv isn’t the one confessing. She’s prone to suffer in silence out of the fear of rejection, but if she starts getting hints that whoever she likes feels the same about her, she’ll probably reach out. She’s also a fucking idiot and will likely run in circles for a little bit even so and be like ‘do they like me? what if they don’t like me?’🍵 = Does your muse prefer coffee, tea, or cocoa? Do they add any sweeteners? Iced or hot?

Olivier hasn’t had a lot of tea so she can’t make a call on that. She loves coffee and cocoa.

💙 = Who does your muse have a deep and loyal love for?

Finnigan Wyman. She would genuinely kill and die for him.

💸 = Has your muse written their will yet? If yes, what have they decided to give to people? If no, why not?

Olivier hasn’t written her will because she doesn’t seem to realize that’s actually a thing that everyone should do. She also doesn’t have a lot to her name. If she wrote one, she would leave everything to Finnigan. Every last bit.

🔮 = Is your muse superstitious? What superstitions do they have? Where did they pick them up from?

In a fantasy world where nearly anything is possible, it’s tough not to be superstitious. She’s been getting worse, though. She’s wondering if she suffers from divine intervention and genuinely thinks that she tempts fate sometimes.

🔒 = What is a secret that your muse will take to the grave? Why have they decided not to tell anyone?

The true name of a certain someone, the depths of her ambition, and the fact that she likes waffles more than pancakes. She will never tell Finn this.

🍭 = Does your muse have a sweet-tooth? What’s their favorite candy?

Liv ABSOLUTELY has a sweet tooth. She has a bit of a sugar addiction. She likes any and all candy unless it’s super hard and crunchy.

🍦 = What is your muse’s favorite ice cream flavor? Do they prefer eating it in a cone, cup/bowl, or straight from the carton? Do they use any toppings?

Plain chocolate in whatever form is most convenient. Sometimes she’ll add whipped cream if it’s available.

💚 = Who or what makes your muse feel envious? Why do they feel that way? Do they act out or keep their envy hidden?

Liv gets envious whenever Finn mentions Caroline, although she tries to convince herself she had no reason to feel that way. She also gets jealous when she hears people talk about their happy families or how great their parents were or the fun childhoods they had growing up. She’s also envious of success stories, as she feels that hers is out of reach.

📘 = Describe an AU verse/story that you have written out for your muse that you’d love to roleplay. Why did you choose to make them that way?

None written. Avatar AU would be kinda cool though.

📕 = Describe a crossover verse/story that you have written out for your muse that you’d love to roleplay. Why did you choose to make them that way?

None written.

🍔 = What is your muse’s usual burger made of? You can pick any bread, meat (or non-meat), cheese, condiments, and toppings. What side and drink do they prefer with it?

Hamburger, half pound, with mushrooms, swiss cheese, ketchup, salt, and sauteed mushrooms. She would definitely love fresh fries and strawberry lemonade with it.

🖍️ = What was your muse’s favorite childhood toy? Do they still have it? What special memories are attached to the toy?

She had a little gryphon that her mother carved from cedar wood. It’s still at Otu’s house in the Hinterlands, so sort of. She doesn’t have any particularly strong memories, just little times she would bring it outside with her and imagine what it would be like to fly.

🎵 = What is your muse’s favorite genre of music? What are some of their favorite artists? How important is music to them?

She would definitely like Indie/acoustic music. Finnigan is her favorite artist. She absolutely loves music and feels it in her heart and soul. She wishes she could hear it more often.

🌶️ = Can your muse handle spicy food? What is the spiciest food that they can handle?

Olivier LOVES spicy food. She says it makes eating a little more exciting. She wouldn’t be able to handle the super crazy stuff like whatever the WoW equivalent of ghost peppers is, but she enjoys jalapenos and hot sauce and stuff like that.

🍰 = Does your muse prefer cake or cupcakes? What’s their favorite cake flavor and icing/frosting flavor?

She loves chocolate cake with whipped frosting from the bottom of her heart. Make it chocolate ice cream cake with fudge and you will win her heart forever.

🍼 = Does your muse have children or do they ever want to have children? Do they think they will/would be a good parent?

She has no children and doesn’t want children because she thinks she would be a bad parent. She remembers how she grew up and is afraid she would accidentally force the same neglect on someone else. Also, she vehemently despises the thought of pregnancy. If she ever got kids, she would adopt, and it would be MANY years from now.

☠️ = How would your muse prefer to die? What do they want done with their body after they die?

Quickly, in the line of battle, doing something cool and glorious in defense of the Alliance or the ones she loves. She would want to be cremated and have her ashes scattered in the Hinterlands.

👻 = Does your muse believe in ghosts? What is your muse’s scariest experience with spirits/the unknown?

She definitely believes in ghosts. Her scariest experience was practically becoming one during the final battle against Krath’ul.

🛀 = Does your muse prefer baths or showers? What’s their favorite body wash scent? What kind of shampoo/conditioner do they use?

She loves both, but probably prefers baths. She likes pine, vanilla, and roses. She would use shampoo/conditioner with any of those scents.

📱 = What type of cell phone does your muse have? What apps do they frequently use? Who do they text or call most often?

Liv doesn’t have a phone because they don’t exist in WoW, but if she did she would absolutely own a Samsung.

⛎ = What is your muse’s zodiac sign? Does it fit their personality?

Cancer; yes.

🔋 = Who or what drains your muse the most? Who or what helps to revitalize that energy?

People. She loves conversation, but extended amounts of time with people (especially the ones that piss her off) can be intensely draining for her emotions. Taking time to herself to sleep or cuddle with her s/o is what generally helps. Also, being out in nature.

💊 = Does your muse have any physical or mental disabilities/illnesses? Do they take medication for it?

She has anxiety and PTSD, and takes no medication.

🗳️ = Is your muse liberal, conservative, or somewhere in-between? What political party do they align themselves with most?

No political parties in WoW, but she would probably lean toward the liberal side.

📺 = What TV shows does your muse like to watch the most? Do they prefer watching them as they air on network or do they stream them later?

No TV in WoW.

🎞️ = What is your muse’s favorite movie genre? What are their top five favorite movies? Do they prefer watching movies at home or in the theater?

Liv has never seen a movie in her entire life and probably never will.

🐾 = What is your muse’s favorite animal? Do they have or do they want any pets?

Olivier loves foxes and gryphons. She has a pet cockatiel that she loves and cherishes.

🌈 = Is your muse LGBT+? What do they identify themselves as?

It’s a little-known fact, but Liv is bisexual. She’s never been in a serious relationship with a woman, though, so the only people that know this are the ones she has shared it with.

⛈️ = What type of weather is your muse’s favorite? What do they usually like to do when they have a day off when it’s their favorite weather?

Olivier loves warm summer nights, when it’s not so hot that things are unbearable. The world is warm but the sun is down. The stars are out, a cool breeze rustles the grass and trees, and nothing feels more perfect. She likes to spend these nights at the fire festival when it’s going on, or simply somewhere out in nature. She also likes thunderstorms when she doesn’t have to be outside in them.

💐 = How would your muse respond to receiving a bouquet from an admirer? What kind of flowers would they prefer in the bouquet?

Liv fucking loves flowers, dude. She loves receiving bouquets and will get incredibly affectionate when she gets one (unless it’s from someone that’s not her s/o).

💔 = When is a time your muse was heart-broken? Was it someone else’s fault or your muse’s? What did they do to get over it?

When she left Rook. It was her fault. She ate some ice cream and moved on. It still bothers her a little bit, but she’s beginning to see him in a different light, so it’s not a huge issue. It was hard for her to so easily discard all the memories they had, though. Another time was when Finnigan died, and she was led to believe he was permanently dead. And the monks of Northshire didn’t allow her to see his body to pay respects.

💤 = What position does your muse sleep in? What side of the bed do they prefer? How many blankets and pillows do they usually use? Do they snore or sleep with stuffed animals?

Olivier sleeps on her back with her hand on her stomach or on her side. When she sleeps with Finn, she definitely prefers to be the little spoon. She sleeps with a lot of pillows and a lot of blankets for maximum comfort. She doesn’t snore or sleep with stuffed animals.

🛑 = What is one of your muse’s pet-peeves?

Ironically, arrogant people. A lot of people call Liv arrogant, which is sometimes true, but she doesn’t see it. She hates narcissists and people who are rude and unkind to others without reason.

▶️ = Make a playlist of five songs that your muse would enjoy.

King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men

Ignite - Zedd

Better Days - Hedley

Reluctant Heroes - AmaLee

I See Fire - Celtic Woman

🔆 = Out of your muse’s group of friends, who do they find the most attractive? Would they ever ask them out?

Aside from Finnigan, she finds Tiara pretty attractive. She would never ask her out because she only sees her as a friend, Tia is married, and Liv is engaged. Still, she appreciates beauty when she sees it.

🏖️ = What would your muse be doing on a day out to the beach? Are they the type to get in the water or just sit on the shore?

She would definitely be in the water splashing around. She would take turns doing that and lying out to laze in the sun, though.

🏥 = Has your muse ever been to the hospital for an injury or illness? How long did they have to stay?

She’s been in the infirmary multiple times for injuries, sometimes for days or weeks at a time. She’s never been out for more than a month, though.

🎠 = What is your muse’s favorite carnival ride, game, and food? What do they like to do first when they go to a carnival?

Funnel cakes are her absolute favorite, but she’ll eat just about any carnival food. She doesn’t ever really play the games or go on rides. She just likes to walk around, dance, listen to the music, watch the people, and spend quality time with her loved ones.

🚨 = Has your muse ever been in trouble with the police? What crime did they commit? Did they have to stay in jail?

Liv got censured because she inflicted cruel and unusual punishment upon someone impeding an investigation by singing his face.

🥇 = Has your muse ever won a contest or competition? What was the contest/competition? What did they receive as a prize, if anything?

No.

🎸 = Can your muse play an instrument? If yes, which one(s)? If no, do they want to learn how to play? Can they write lyrics or sing?

She can play a little bit of guitar, but she’s desperately out of practice. She can sing, but she’s bad at writing lyrics.

🎮 = What is your muse’s favorite genre of video games? What system do they prefer? What are some of their favorite games? Do they like to play online with other people?

Ain’t no video games in WoW. Modern AU Liv is definitely an elitist in Overwatch, though.

🍳 = Does your muse know how to cook? What dish of theirs is the most popular among their friends/family? What would they consider their specialty?

She used to be a terrible cook, but she’s always been a quick learner. As soon as she started to watch other people cook, she was able to pick up their techniques. She tends to stick strictly to recipes, but she’s just starting to experiment with cooking different combinations of things.

👽 = Does your muse believe in aliens? Have they ever seen a UFO? Do they believe they’ve been abducted before, or do they know anyone who claims to have been abducted?

O_O

#i kill #i know what you mean when you said you felt like you had run a marathon #my hands are so fuckin tired #evil? evil #one day you will answer for your crimes!!!#this was fun actually #op #answered #f-wyman

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