#and he's this moody as fuck teenage boy with long hair (THIS IS A LONG HAIR ZUKO FIC EVERYONE CHEER)
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Honestly I would love an atla fic of just vibes, characters doing things that they didn't in the show (being dockworkers! awesome!), so actually pls more descriptions of Zuko and Azula's life. Although of course just write it for yourself, the idea sounds amazing!
THIS IS SO REASSURING like on the one hand yes im aware most of the atla fandom are just utter losers (affectionate) about the universe and want to explore it as much as possible just like me but also ive literally written thousands of words with ZERO canon-relevant plot lmfao. i may be catering to a very niche audience but by god if im not having fun with it
#it's also come to my attention that ive accidentally made zuko super fucking badass and dare i say cool from an outside pov#like truly the only valid form of badass zuko is when it's completely by accident and he isnt aware of it#like his apperance alone?#this boy has a Very Specific Scar on his face (not getting into that it's a surprise hehe) that is just instantly very intimidating#and he's this moody as fuck teenage boy with long hair (THIS IS A LONG HAIR ZUKO FIC EVERYONE CHEER)#and is also ripped to shit from working odd manual labour jobs for years as well as six months as a docker#where the entire job is lifting and moving shit HELLO? sailor arms zuko agenda#add that with his moody as fuck v jaded personality that he uses to defend this bratty 13 year old girl in THE MOST growly way possible#as well as being insanely overprotective of his little sister#and you just have this overpowered 16 year old embodying the grumpy reluctant big brother figure trope#and he meets sokka by breaking him out of prison with SWORDS r u joking the poor boy never stood a fucking chance#ask#tams asks#tams zuko truly one of the most zukos of all time
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Kuroo tetsuro x f!reader
We all know how childish Kuroo sometimes may be, but just know that you won't take his shit every time.
NSFW 18+ only
established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, teasing a lot, overstimulation, timeskip!kuroo
it's pretty vanilla smut
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“Don’t push like that!” you said while walking to the bathroom. “I’m sorry.” He said with a lying smirk on his face. “You’re not sorry at all! It’s written all over your face!” He gave a soft snicker before groping your but. “Tetsuro! I am serious! You can’t just do this to me when we are having a serious conversatio- “he was mimicking you with a lousy expression while his hand is mocking your mouth.
Knitting your eyebrows together you planned on calling him out for it. As a small feeling of rage bubbled in your stomach and you could almost see red.
For some annoying reason he always did this. Whenever I pointed something about the past week that I didn’t like, out. He would start acting like a horny moody teenager.
“Babe, you take life too seriously. Can’t you just let it go?” “You know what you should do. You should grab the spare blanket and pillow because you’re not sleeping in the same bed as me tonight.” You puffed out. The burning heat in your veins hadn’t cooled off yet and you were stomping out of the room.
“Ahh, don’t say that. You know you can’t sleep without me.” Even though that’s partly true, your pride didn’t give in. He was being a total jerk and you needed to put him in his place. “I am going to give you a nice one to the jaw. Then were going to see what you need.” “I honestly think you can’t even reach my shoulder from down there.”
That’s it, you couldn’t do it. As your face flushed beat red and felt like had gasoline on it waiting to be lit and set everything a blaze. “You.” you slowly turned around on your heels and looked him dead in the eye. He didn’t flinch a bit and only had that stupid fuck boy smirk displayed on his face. The one that says ‘hey to yah sexy ladies. If anyone want some good dick tonight. Hit me up.’
“What did you just say?” Even though everything of your body was burning. Your voice could make Antarctica gasp. “See you have to even bend your neck to look at me now. How are you going to hit me?” Even though this bastard had the same height as a windmill you weren’t scared off by his petty insults.
You pushed him as hard as you could against the wall and pulled him down his collar. “You listen here you little shit, I know you have a hard life with all your work and sport on the side but guess what.” You pulled him so close. Your breath was dancing against his. As much as you hated him, he knew how to turn you on and that ruined hairstyle was doing it.
“I too have a job, and yes work out.” He laughed at that part, the hard and ha! Type of kind. “You working out? I think I have a bigger chance of winning the lottery than to see you working out.”
Another vein in on your forehead pulsed with irritation.
“How did you get so full of yourself? Huh? Was it the old ladies that called you handsome? Because I can promise you, they are blind.”
“No, it’s the fact that you always get wet when we fight.” As you two were in such a heating argument you didn’t notice his long slender fingers travel to my lower parts. The tip of his index finger suddenly pressed on your clothed clit, and a jolt of pleasure hit your body. Gasping and closing your eyes, his other hand brushed the hair out of your face. “You really are the worst.” You huffed out.
With his big arms he picked you up and walked to the bed. He gently placed you down and was about hover over you when you pushed him back. “You know” he looked confused but listened because he obviously wanted to do something about that tent set up in his pants. “Why do you think you are allowed on top? Hmm. You have been very rude and now all of a sudden you want to use me? No.” you slowly whispered in his ear. You got up pushed him down once more on the bed. “Don’t move.” You said while slowly opening your blouse. He was whistling at your action, but it didn’t faze you. You trailed your hand over his shirt from his neck down to his chest that lingered a bit before you pinched his nipple. He tensed up and you s straddled his lap after that. Slowly rocking your hips just to get the smallest amount of friction between the two of you.
His hands were at his sides, and you could feel the pent up frustration he has. “I want to be on top tonight.” you said. Your bedroom experiences usually consist of him being on top or behind. So, you being on top is something special. After you said that his smirk deepened.
“You know you’re hot when you are angry right. My dick is so hard.” you blushed harder and tightly held his face in your hands. “Listen boy.” Rubbing his lower lip. “Tonight, we will do all the things I like. And you can’t complain, can’t whine, or cry.” I brushed my lips to his ear and bit his lobe and blowed lightly. “Yes ma’am” he said while he swallowed big time. “I want to tie you up, but since that takes too much effort you have to promise me to keep your hands behind you.” He slowly nodded as you got of his lap and took off the rest of your clothes, leaving you in a black lace under garments. As you untied your hair you saw his eyes drift to your mounds and licking his lips. But that’s not going to happen yet.
You knelt down between his legs not breaking eye contact and undoing his belt. He was hard and you could feel the light twitching through his trousers. While getting it all off and rubbed his big thigh you could feel goose bumps forming beneath your hand. Softly kissing the muscular part up and down making sure to leave hickeys while making your way up to his centre. His eyes were closed, and he now was laying on the bed with his long legs dangling off. I got up and turned him vertically so I could lay in between his legs. He sighed at your cold hands touching his warm stomach and I teased him more. I missed the touch of his lips him, but you couldn’t give up now.
Tugging his boxers down for the show to start. You were going to make this painfully long for the both of you.
After many times of him cumming on your face and mouth. And seeing the masterpiece of hickeys you left behind on his pelvis and v-line. You took off your own panties and pushed his, still hard surprisingly, dick inside you. It felt good and God you were wet. So wet. The slick sound of him rubbing your walls filled the room. Maybe it was because you where on top or maybe the long-time spend on foreplay, but it felt so good. Tears filled your eyes, and you were just slowly moving up and down. Keeping a steady pace so this was going to take a while, but you were right on the edge. If you opened your eyes right now and look at him the sight of him alone could give you your release. Secretly opening one to look at him. Both your hands were on his abs making small marks from your nails, but his Oh, his were giving you an ego boost. One of his hands was between his teeth and the other was pulling his hair. A hard moan escaped your mouth, and you couldn’t even recognize your voice in it. Your stomach was all tingly and skin was set ablaze, the sweat coating your body and his was making you dizzy. Just to get that push you rubbed your clit and your jaw dropped, back arched, and eyes rolled back. You moved your fingers to his nipples and rubbed them making him twitch inside you he was letting out muffled groans all the time this time a hoarse moan left his mouth, and it was so sexy. And you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him, to touch you, you needed him to fuck you. “Touch me, Tetsu.” You gasped out and at the exact moment he shot up his hips. Sending ripples of sensations and all types of pleasure through your body. And now loads of sexy moans filled the room, the ones you see in movies. You came but he didn’t quit you tried to tell him to slow down but he didn’t the overstimulation was killing but you couldn’t stop it felt too good at the same time. His warm calloused hand grassed your skin as he found the clips of your bra and threw it to the corner of the room. “Finally.” He muttered as his mouth connected to your nipple. The pleasure and pain messing with your brain. “Tetsu, ah, it’s to-ah, much.” You got out. “Oh yeah? Well, I don’t think you’re seeing these hickeys because they also were too much.” He gave one more thrust when he came again. Delicious warm fluid painted your insides and he finally got soft. The smell of sweat filled your nostrils as you saw him pull out.
Your thighs were shaking, and your insides were spasming. Slowly pushing yourself up you felt the warm mix of your fluids run down your thigh. “You look so hot right now with all my cum down your legs. I just want to-.” He scrapped some of it with his fingers and pushed it back in. The sudden touch on your sensitive area made you see starts. Too braindead to form actual words other than a simple “eh” your half open eyes looked at his golden ones as you tried to caress his cheek.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we.” He picked you up kissed your lips on his way to the bathroom.
Bonus:
The next day Kuroo had his weekly volleyball game with his friends and was walking into the changing room.
A few of his friends were already changing into their jerseys.
“Hey guys.” He greeted them and started changing himself.
“Damn Kuroo, I see yah.” Bokuto snickered. “Hmm?” “Yah got laid good didn’t yah.” He pointed to his stomach. Deep purple bruises were visible as he had removed his shirt. “Oh this.” He scratched the back of his head and laughed sheepishly. “He made her real mad this time.” Kenma said while shaking his head.
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Truth or Dare - Megumi Fushiguro
cw: stepbrother!megumi, light degradation, name calling
You find out your stepbrother Megumi has a kink his previous girlfriend left him over, and you're itching to know what it was.
minors+ageless dni.
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It had always been you and your mum growing up. There was little room for anyone else; she'd worked two jobs while caring for her daughter, without much aid from others. Men didn't come into the picture too often, and when they did, they'd failed to stick around too long.
Toji Fushiguro was different, though. He'd immediately captivated your mother, and you'd had to admit, he was insanely charming; it was more than obvious to you how she'd become so infatuated with him. Their love bloomed quickly, and before long, he'd asked her to move in with him. At the age of 18, your mother let you decide whether or not you'd wanted to join her, or move out. Unfortunately though, you weren't financially capable of living in your own apartment, and renting with someone else had seemed redundant if you could just live with the two of them rent free.
Finding out Toji had a son was a bit of a shock. Your mother had found this amusing - silly her, forgetting to mention a major detail to your new living situation. Toji laughed it off too, his moody teenager joining yourself in the back of the moving van, your parents uniting in the front seats. This was your introduction to living with the Fushiguros.
Megumi had been a year older than you, but other than that, there wasn't much you'd actually known about him. He hadn't seemed to care much to talk to yourself or your mother, usually residing within the safety of his room, or occasionally staying with his friend Yuji. The young Fushiguro wasn't exactly typical to teenagers his age, with little social life, he was more than a little introverted. At dinner times he would simply eat, listening to the conversation around him, before returning upstairs. He was 19, what could your parents do? The man had a life of his own.
Everything followed the same dynamic each day, the two of you simply pretended the other didn't exist, went to work, returned, slept. But, a few weeks ago, you were let go of your job due to budget cuts, and Megumi's employers happened to be hiring. Your mother and Toji pushed you on to work with your step-brother, it was an easy enough job after all, a small games store a few blocks over.
The manager would put the pair of you on shifts together, calling you a 'duo', and as the store was so small, the pair of you would be left alone to run it. Megumi usually restocked the games, cards and figures, while you manned the till. If business was slow - which it had been, one of you would sit around the back, watching videos on your phones, or doom-scrolling social media.
You had a quiet routine with him, often silent gestures to one another, swapping one another for breaks with just a glance. There wasn't really a particular reason to your lack of chatter - probably just that neither of you were big talkers. Though, one shift, toward the end of the day, a male with pink hair entered, asking to see Megumi. You raised a brow, but complied with his request, walking to the doorway into the back.
"Some guy with pink hair wants to talk to you?" The statement came out more of a question, but Megumi stood, silently following you around to the till.
"What is it?" Megumi asked, hands reaching to sit in his pockets as he faced the other male.
"Hina mentioned you guys broke it off, are you okay man?" The male replied, genuine concern ridiculing his face. You'd assumed this was about a girlfriend the younger Fushiguro had, though you'd not heard about this previously. Of course, it made sense, the pair of you probably didn't even class each other as acquaintances, you'd probably be more in the reign of complete strangers.
"I'm fine, Yuji." He replied, sighing.
"She said you wouldn't fuck her." The boy spoke quieter this time, though loud enough for you to hear. You'd tried not to laugh, of course introverted Megumi wouldn't be interested in that. He was probably more focused on his Pokemon card collection, or his computer.
"Nah, I was too intense for her. She couldn't handle it and left." Megumi replied nonchalantly, as if what he said wasn't just completely bizarre.
You didn't have to giggle at his remark, because Yuji did it for you.
"What the fuck, man?" He said between laughs. You knew the death glare Megumi was giving him even though you were looking at the back of his head. It was the same one he'd give to Toji after him asking his son to do a chore here and there. You didn't want to interject and kill the silent mutual agreement the two of you had, but you were so curious as to what Megumi was hiding - enough to push a girl away from him?
For the next few days, you'd looked at your step-brother differently. Every time he carried out the boxes to restock the shelves, or met your eyes at the dinner table, you wondered what he'd meant. Was it something as vanilla as hand-cuffs, or did he have a piss kink? Or, was he just more horny than she'd wanted him to be? He looked like he could be a creepy, incel-esque, guy if he'd wanted to be - though a lot more attractive than the average introvert. That was something his father and he had shared - they were insanely attractive. You'd not paid it much attention before, but now, with picturing him having sex so much, you began to fantasize that it was you beneath him, the butt of each degrading, or humiliating kink he could've had.
Friday evening, a week after the initial incident, you both returned home to a note on the fridge left by your mother.
'We're out for the night, staying in a hotel.
Be back tomorrow around noon!
Love you!'
You sighed, placing the note down on the side and throwing your bag down beside it.
"What is it?" Megumi spoke, gesturing to the yellow sticky-note you'd just been reading.
"They're out tonight." You replied, hoping he'd leave the conversation there.
"Do you wanna order food?" He asked, and you'd thought for a moment before nodding. He pulled up an app on his phone, and you discussed your options before opting for a sushi place.
The conversation of food was probably the longest one the two of you had ever shared. Once the food was delivered the two of you went to the lounge to eat, placing out the small feast you'd managed to purchase out on the coffee table, putting on the TV to accompany the meal. Megumi had gone into the kitchen and grabbed you both a beer before returning to his usual behaviour of completely blanking you out.
But, one beer turned into two, and on the third, you broke the silence.
"Who's Hina?" You questioned, causing Megumi to turn his head, and actually looked at you. He shrugged, taking a sip of the beer he was holding.
"My ex." He replied, eyes remaining on yours.
"Oh, okay." You swallowed, unsure of why you'd actually brought it up. It wasn't like he was about to have an in depth conversation with a girl he'd never really spoken to before.
"Are you-" You began talking again, before processing who you'd been talking to. "seeing anyone else?" An innocent question, though a little odd.
"Uh," Megumi was clearly confused as to why his step-sister was asking him about his dating life before asking him his favourite colour, but at least you'd skipped the first phase of small talk.
"No, I'm not seeing anyone."
You'd started to find his lack of communication skills a little annoying. There was no way you'd find out anything about him like this.
"A-are you?" Megumi asked awkwardly, at least making an attempt to reciprocate the interest you'd had, after seeing your face contort into a small frown after his lack of enthusiasm.
"No, I haven't dated anyone for a while." You answered. He nodded, eyes darting back to the TV.
"Okay," You mustered up a little confidence. "Can we play a game or something? The silence is getting boring." Alcohol had of course greatly helped the boost in your attitude. He shrugged.
"Like what?" Fushiguro questioned, placing the brown bottle down to the table before you, giving you his full attention.
"Truth or Dare?" You asked, a stupid game, but a great way to find out more about your step-brother. He exhaled, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at your stupid request, knowing it meant more to you than to him.
"Okay, truth." He spoke, waiting for your question.
"Uh," you thought for a few moments, trying to start off easy. "When was the last time you lied?" You asked.
Megumi furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "Earlier today, a customer asked if we had any figures out the back, and I said no." He replied, and you nodded, smiling.
"That's very lazy of you." You laughed. "I guess I'll do truth too, then."
"Okay, what's something you've never told anyone?" Megumi asked, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.
"What sorta question is that?" You asked in reply, awkwardly trying to laugh it off. He shrugged, and you realised you'd just have to tell him something to get the game to continue on.
"Uh," You paused. "When I was twelve, my mom dated this guy - I didn't like him. I went out and bought some lingerie, put it in his coat pocket. She found it and accused him of cheating. They broke up." You admitted, a little embarrassed. He nodded, swallowing. His lack of reaction was annoying. Why couldn't this man just express something?
Megumi had of course picked truth again, though already bored of this game. You'd decided your next question would just be straight to the point. You'd get your answers, and could fuck off upstairs away from the emotionless sociopath beside you.
"Why did Hina break up with you?" You asked. His eyes snapped to meet yours, a glare on his face.
"You heard the conversation; I was too much for her." His tone was different now, you'd obviously struck a nerve.
"You know, that's not what I'm asking, 'gumi." The nickname slipped out, but seeing his eyebrows furrow in annoyance, you were glad it had.
"I asked her to do something and she found it weird, called me a freak and made me leave." He replied, laced with anger, his teeth almost clenching. "Happy now?"
But, you weren't done.
"What did you ask her to do?" Curiosity gets the best of us; sometimes people ask things they don't really wanna know, or push in places they really shouldn't. Someone who would probably be legally related to you soon enough's sex life isn't something you should be asking about, but Megumi humored you anyway.
He leaned closer to you, vexed expression telling you to back off. But, you didn't.
"You don't want to know, y/n." He replied. But, you pushed anyway.
"I do though, 'gumi." You smirked.
"I asked her to pretend she was my step-sister."
Your mouth opened wide, a gasp leaving your lips.
"Y-you're lying." You backed up a little, unable to believe what he'd just said.
"I'm not, though." Megumi's mouth curled up into a smile as he made up for the space between you, edging closer than you'd wanted him to be right now.
"Don't act so high and mighty with your fake disgust. I've seen how you've looked at me the past few days, you've been so desperate to know what I'm into, huh?" Megumi reached out, placing a hand on your cheek, dragging it down to your chin. He gripped you with just his thumb and index finger, teeth gritted. "I bet you've pictured yourself under me, wanting to know how my dick feels between your legs?" He was right, but you'd never actually commit to doing it. It was morally wrong, but then again, the two of you weren't actually related.
You didn't reply as he traced down to your chest. Even with the two of you seated, he was still taller than you - able to dominate you.
His fingers traced the baggy t-shirt you'd worn to lounge in, lifting it slowly upward. You allowed him to go as far as lifting the cotton above your chest, exposing your bare tits to him. You'd half expected him to pull it back down and call you a freak for showing him your chest, but he didn't, only silently moving his hand to cup your skin. He leaned forward, grazing his lips over a hardened nipple, softly moving his tongue over the sensitive bud. You groaned a little from the contact, tilting your head back. He kissed your chest , nibbling gently every now and then.
He pulled the shirt off completely, pushing you to lay down across the sofa, maneuvering to be hovering over you. Megumi planted kisses over your face and neck, before finally reaching your lips. He was a good kisser, you'd give him that. The way his tongue dipped in and out of your mouth, and the way his teeth would gently graze over your bottom lip, or his very strategically placed knee would press into your increasingly needy pussy to make your hips grind against him - Megumi was experienced.
He pressed his thigh back into you, and you rocked once more, shuddering at the feeling of his leg pressing against your folds. You stopped waiting for him to shift every now and then, instead just rubbing yourself on his leg, feeling the pressure build up between kisses and your own moans.
"You're so needy for me, huh?" Megumi's deep voice erupted through kisses. You simply moaned in response, feeling close already.
"You're gonna cum just from dry humping my leg, slut?" He didn't give you a change to reply, sticking his tongue back into your mouth, letting your jittery humps come to an end as you rode out a shaky orgasm against him, moaning against his lips.
You couldn't quite believed what you'd just done. You'd literally dry humped your step-brother, cumming while making out with him. But, Megumi didn't care. He pulled your pyjama bottoms off, exposing your sopping pussy.
"I didn't know you were such a needy little slut, cumming so quickly too." Megumi laughed at you, spreading your thighs apart to look at you. He traced a finger down your folds, teasing a finger over your hole. You glanced over him, eyes stopping at the obvious erection in his trousers. It was big. You grew a little anxious just looking at it - was he going to put that inside you? There's no way -
Megumi stood, quickly walking over to the Tv stand, opening a drawer up, and rummaging through. He pulled out a wrapper, before coming back to where you were laying, pulling his trousers off. His cock sprung up, and you got a good look at the veins around it, the thick girth and length. He pulled the condom from the wrapper, pulling it over himself, before positioning himself at your entrance. He grabbed hold of each leg spreading you as wide as the sofa had allowed your legs to be, dipping into you. His head tilted back, a small fuck leaving his lips as he pushed deeper into you. You were glad you'd orgasmed first, your own cum being able to lubricate his dick, pussy relaxed enough to take him in.
Your back arched as he pushed in and out of you, tightening around him.
"You feel s' good on my cock, baby." He panted, groaning. You had to admit, he felt so good, too. He filled your pussy out, and the sight of his pleasure was probably the most attractive thing you'd seen. Small slapping sounds had filled the room as his body had hit against yours, pain turning to pleasure as your body adjusted to accommodate his size. His hands squeezed your inner thighs, eyes remaining locked on your face, watching as you'd panted under him.
"Fuck, I can't believe you were keeping such a tight pussy from me." Megumi's eyes fluttered shut as his thrusts became messier, pushing deeper into you with a loud moan. He'd been picturing doing this to you for the past few months, sometimes imagining his ex as you, breathlessly moaning under his touch. He hadn't known why the fucked up kink had even crossed his mind - it was probably just how hot you'd been, but the risk had added to the pleasure he'd felt.
"Gonna-" He didn't finish the sentence before cumming, loud moans escaping his lips, back arching as he bottomed out. Megumi kneeded at your legs, feral grunts leaving his lips as he filled the rubber with his seed. His eyes had glossed over, completely entranced by his climax. He hadn't had an orgasm as good as this in years, probably since he'd lost his virginity. There was something about the way you'd hugged him that had just sent him into a state, your glossy eyes watching him.
After a few moments, Megumi pulled out, quickly taking the used rubber off, throwing it on the floor to deal with later. You'd watched his sloppy movements as he dressed himself, regaining your breath.
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Yuta Okkotsu - OnlyFans
initial message:
"You'll be paired up for this particular experiment." The teacher's voice rings loud and clear through the classroom, snapping {{user}} out of their daydream. It had been a particularly boring day in microbiology, though now, {{user}} was cursing themselves for not paying better attention. "You'll be using the agar plates in front of you to create your own colony of bacteria. Please do it as I've instructed you to. We'll be monitoring them over the next few days."
{{user}} sighs, looking at the agar plate in front of them and then the small test tubes of the bacteria, trying to remember the steps while the teacher droned on in the background, pairing students together. Take the inoculation loop, collect bacteria from one of the test tubes, and… shit, what was the next step?
"Yuta and {{user}}, partner up." The teacher instructs, and {{user}} is brought back to the present again. {{user}} glances over at the black-haired boy as he saunters over to their lab station, his hands shoved into his pockets. He has his usual bored expression on his face, his backpack slung over his shoulder. "And Yuta- take your hoodie off. No long sleeves while working at the lab. It could catch fire."
Yuta rolls his eyes, sighing annoyedly as he sets it backpack down against the lab table. He reaches down and takes the hem of his hoodie into his hands, pulling it over his head. His t-shirt sticks to the hoodie, and comes up with it. {{user}} doesn't really mean to look, but just as they're about to avert their eyes, something catches their attention. A black spider tattoo that seems all too familiar to them. It couldn't be. Holy shit, is he-
Yuta makes a face of annoyance when he notices {{user}} staring at him, pulling his shirt back down. He slides into the lab seat next to {{user}}, taking a deep breath and exhaling again, glancing over at them. "You listen to any of the shit that Mr. Whateverthehellhisnameis said about this? 'Cuz I sure as fuck didn't."
scenario:
{{char}} and {{user}} get paired up for lab. {{user}} recognizes {{char}}'s tattoo from his OnlyFans.
character definition:
{{char}}'s name is Yuta Okkotsu. {{char}} is 18 years old. {{char}} and {{user}} are high school students at Creekview High in Japan. {{char}} has disheveled black hair and dark blue eyes. {{char}} has a pale complexion and is toned, lean and muscular. {{char}} is 6'1". {{char}} wears a lot of emo and punk streetwear, often wearing oversized hoodies and t-shirts and baggy jeans. {{char}} pretty much only wears black or gray- anything dark. {{char}} wears black Vans shoes every day. {{char}}'s body language often indicates that he's under a lot of stress. {{char}} has dark circles under his eyes from a lack of sleep. {{char}} has longer hair and he wears it in a more relaxed style. {{char}} wears silver jewelry. {{char}} wears a silver chain with a gothic cross pendant on it. {{char}} wears multiple silver rings on each hand, and he fidgets with them sometimes. {{char}} has a lip ring. {{char}} has three piercings on each ear, and wears small silver hoops in each hole that are tightly fit. {{char}} has a large black widow tattoo just above his lower left hip. {{char}} has a habit of smoking cigarettes outside of school during lunch period. {{char}} has a tendency to skip class. {{char}} is incredibly moody. {{char}} is incredibly attractive, and he knows that he is. Despite this, {{char}} isolates himself on purpose, and hates interacting with people, especially in school. Girls often try to make moves on {{char}}, and he brushes them off. {{char}} is stand-offish and doesn't talk much if he can help it. {{char}} is very expressive with his face- his annoyance or judgement is often visible on it. When he does speak, {{char}} curses like a sailor. {{char}} does not speak poetically or use fanciful language- he often speaks with slang and improperly, as a teenager would.
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Shot in the Dark🌟
I saw @shinygalaxyperson do this and put all of their galladrabbles series parts in one post for easier reading accessibility and wanted to do that as well for my two series. Kindred Spirits post here. 💜
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FRESH
“Mick, c’mon, just download the app!” Mandy nearly screeches at him, her cold feet shoved under his thigh, a wine glass in her hands.
“Okay, okay.” He waves her off, hits the install button for Shot in the Dark, a new dating app that’s more or less designed to set up blind dates.
Matches get a few details about the other before deciding if they wanna go on a date. Mandy’s been raving about it. Says all of her dates have been “magical” matches.
So he agrees, makes his profile.
This could be his fresh start in the dating world.
HEAT
It’s been one week since Mickey started using Shot in the Dark.
None of the profiles stand out. None that caught his attention. No spark. No passion. No magic like Mandy said.
It feels pointless and stupid at this point, another generic dating app. A waste of time.
But then he comes across it. The profile of a 25 year old. Ian. Taurus. Ginger. 6’. Paramedic. Prior military. Middle child of 6. South Side.
Mickey scoffs when he reads a stupid comment about Van Damme but he reads the next line…
It makes his pulse jump.
He feels it.
Heat.
BACK IN TIME
Mickey instantly swipes on the profile.
Everything about this guys has him intrigued.
Fireworks go off, “IT’S A MATCH” flashes across the screen letting him know this Ian guy swiped on his profile.
Then the picture pops up and Mickey's mouth falls open. He knows that face and it violently throws him back in time.
Back to puppy dog eyes, floppy hair and freckley pale skin. He hung around with Mandy in high school.
He looks mostly the same. A sharper jaw, intense eyes a much better hair cut…a hot as fuck body too.
Hits ‘start chat’ with Ian fucking Gallagher.
SHADOW/BUTTERCUP/MOODY
Ian’s eyes widened his phone chiming, a notification from the app letting him know Mickey M. matched with him and wanted to start a chat.
When he saw the profile he was sure he knew the guy. How many Mickeys could there be on the South Side? His suspicions were confirmed, fireworks popped on his screen showing a picture of the man.
He looked the same—dark hair, intense blue eyes. He couldn’t forget that face even if the last time he saw it was attached to a moody teenager.
He opened the message and smiled wide.
“Hey there, firecrotch.”
LEAP OF FAITH
Mickey Milkovich remembers him. Mickey swiped right on his dating profile and actively chose to message him after seeing his face and recognizing him.
He thinks back. He had a huge crush on Mickey. Had fantasies about him. The bad boy persona was always a turn on. His rough demeanor. His south side attitude. The tattoos. It was always attractive.
Never in a million years did he think Mickey was gay and he sure as hell never thought he’d meet him again on a dating app.
So he takes a leap of faith. Messages back.
“Hey, Mick. Long time no see.”
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"No offense but you're full of shit.” so sorry he's immediately moody, hi ciarán
" no offense but you're full of shit . "
[[ oh GOD i can already tell this is gonna be horrible (/pos) whoever decided to allow them to meet should seriously reconsider their life choices. theyre either gonna get along way too well or fucking despise each other, no in between, and its gonna be absolutely hilarious either way ]]
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"Usually am, kiddo," Ciarán replied, taking the statement in stride. The boy was probably right, after all. The phrase was something he heard often enough that it was nothing to raise an eyebrow at — his attention wasn't even drawn away from the two pieces of paper he was comparing. Something didn't line up here, with the finances, or so William had told him, and it was his job to figure out what it was so they could fix it. "But what, in particular, is this about? The fact that I'm your dad's assistant or the fact that he left me in charge of the place for the night? Because, as far as I know, both of those are true. Unless something changed in the last couple hours, and I missed it?"
Finally lifting his gaze to regard the teenager standing at the other side of his desk — well, William's desk, but it wasn't like he was ever assigned a desk of his own, so what did it matter if he borrowed Will's for a bit? — he took his first proper look at Michael. Wow, he did look like his father. He'd never noticed it in the cursory glances he'd given him earlier in their shared shift, but the resemblance was most certainly there. Almost uncanny. But the hair, the piercings, all of it... There was clearly a deliberate attempt to lessen said resemblance.
He set down his papers and sat up straight to give Michael his full attention. As far as he was concerned, the kid deserved at least that much. He hadn't done anything to prove otherwise, yet. Even if Will bitched about him sometimes, he'd much rather get to know the kid himself first.
"Look, kid. I'm not... Not gonna be some kind o' hard-ass boss or anything. You don't gotta worry about that, if that's why you're being all..." Vague gesture with his hands. Good enough. "I'm just here to get this paperwork done and do a bit of extra cleanup around the place. I really don't give a shit what you do tonight as long as you get your work done and stay out of trouble, alright? I'm not gonna be hounding your ass or anything." Sure, William had specifically told him to keep an eye on the kid, but... Michael was a teenager. As long as Ciarán got on his good side, he was sure he wouldn't do anything too rebellious just to spite him or something. Babysitting duty wouldn't be all that bad.
Elbows rested on the desk and fingers steepled in front of him, he turned his attention back to his papers. "Just, uh, be ready to go when shift's over. I'm your ride home tonight — Will told me to drop you off. Might even have to come in and see him if I can't figure out whatever th' fuck is going on with this shit he left me. Makes absolutely no sense." He was definitely rambling to himself at this point. Honestly, he often found himself talking just to talk. Maybe he talked a little too much. Oh, well. Not like he cared.
"And– what're you supposed to be up to, tonight? Figure if I finish early I can come help — get both of us out the door quicker, y'know?"
#m | ic: threads ; ciarán#others | ic: threads ; mikey#interactions ; ciar + michael#bravevolunteer#[[ replies tag ]]#[[ queued ]]
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Candy/Sweet Tooth Masterlist
A Chocolate Bar Could Never Compare to Your Eyes- doddleoddlc
Summary: After a long day of restless studying, Phil is hungry and tries to get a candy bar from a vending machine. However, the vending machine won’t give it up and he gets his arm stuck in it. Dan shows up and tries to help.
Candy (ao3) - greymarius
Summary: Dan and Phil take their son, Dil, trick-or-treating on the day of Halloween. Dan, being the little sneak that he is, decides to steal half of Dil’s candy.
Candy Ache - boofphil
Summary: Dan eats too much candy, but luckily there’s Phil.
Candy And Aftercare (ao3) - quietlyposts
Summary: Phil spanks Dan with only one sock on, then feeds Dan maltesers. a self-indulgent aftercare drabble.
Candy Crush (ao3) - AmethystHollis
Summary: Dan wears a candy necklace. Phil has a sweet tooth. You know the rest.
Christmas Candy Grams - auroraphilealis
Summary: Dan gets a candy gram at his workplace from a secret admirer calling him an angel, but Dan has absolutely no idea who it could be.
Conversations Hearts - adorkablephil
Summary: Phil gets a box of candy hearts for Valentine’s Day and decides to share them with Dan.
Cotton Candy And Blueberry - dxnhowell
Summary: Dan and Phil are seniors and want to enjoy the rest of their teenage years while they can, this includes buying snow cones and spending time at the park together.
got sugar in our brains (ao3) - vvelna
Summary: Dan and Phil eat candy together for an AmazingPhil video. Phil pushes his boundaries just a bit.
Lions And Candy - cozyfoxy
Summary: Dan has to take his little brother trick or treating. He hates doing it, but that all changes when they get to the last stop of the night.
Self Control (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: When Phil eats too much candy, Dan is there for him.
Short Skirts and Candy Kisses (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire
Summary: The boy had chestnut coloured hair and matching brown eyes, golden skin and pink succulent lips. His cheekbones were strongly put together and his jawline was at the perfect angle, complementing the boy’s features nicely. Phil couldn’t believe someone like this actually existed. The boy was young and his appearance seemed even more tempting as he was sucking on a lollipop. A fucking lollipop.
Also known as that AU where Phil works in a library and Dan wanders in one day wearing a short skirt looking for a book and Phil just can’t stay low-key.
Sweet Like Candyfloss (ao3) - MirabelleG
Summary: It's valentines day so Phil surprises Dan by taking him to a funfair.
Sweet Nothings - allthephils
Summary: In which we find our Philly working in a candy store and our Danny boy is unable to resist.
Sweet Tooth (ao3) - phantasizeit
Summary: Searching for a new beginning in London, Dan stress-bakes to cope with his blundering through the adult world. Luckily, his hot, older neighbor, Phil, has a sweet tooth.
Sweet Tooth (ao3) - 6yoongi
Summary: Its summer and Dan can't handle the heat or the anxiety that a cute worker at an ice cream parlor gives him.
Sweet Tooth (ao3) - larry_hystereks
Summary: Dan catches someone doing some late night snacking in the kitchen.
why did you steal my cotton candy heart? (ao3) - hedgehogtongues
Summary: He pulls out a fake bouquet of flowers from behind his back, three of them. Pink, blue and yellow. Sunflowers, they seemed to be, and Phil’s beam practically is one. He passes them to Dan, who is gushing completely, cheeks stained pink.
‘Phil, how did you even get these?’
Phil’s smile turns cocky, ‘My grandma was psychic, I think, so I’m like all magic and stuff. Hence the fact I’m a magician.’
or the one where dan’s a moody carnival worker and phil’s a popular magician.
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CONNOR MURPHY
i had to die for them to know i was even alive.
NAME: connor allen murphy
AGE: 17
D.O.B: april 20, 1999
SEX: male
OCCUPATION: student
ORIENTATION: doesn’t care enough to use a label
FAMILY: born to larry and cynthia murphy (alive). only sibling is a younger sister, zoe murphy (alive). partners and children are verse dependent.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: long brown hair. blue eyes with a spot of brown in the left one. typically wears all black. leather combat boots and chipped black nail polish. always wearing rings on his left middle finger and right pointer and pinkie fingers.
EDUCATION: one year at hanover preparatory school. the rest of his high school career was spent at the local public school. did not graduate, nor did he go to college.
RELIGION: agnostic
ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
ZODIAC: taurus
PERSONALITY:
so you could tell everyone that i’m the fucking freak, right?
sarcastic. sullen. temperamental. socially awkward. insecure. always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
HISTORY:
Connor was born to Larry and Cynthia Murphy on April 20, 1999. The baby was a surprise, but that didn’t stop the new parents from loving their son like they’d planned for him. When Connor was two, Zoe was born. The siblings got along like a house on fire and their parents would always joke that Connor would be the first one Zoe would call if she was in jail and vice versa. As they grew older, however, things changed.
No one really knows what happened to Connor. Larry chalked it up to him just being a teenager. Cynthia didn’t know what to think and so she just tried to ignore it. But it was undeniable. By the time they reached middle school, Connor was a different person. He was moody and destructive and it only got worse as he got older. His parents, having exhausted all their options, decided to send him to a local private school.
Hanover was the best thing that happened to Connor. He could be himself there without fear of ridicule and he met Miguel Nuñez. Miguel and Connor were inseparable. They did everything together. And then Connor took the fall for Miguel and he was shipped back to public school. Public school was a nightmare; no one cared enough to ask what he was feeling and Connor was spiraling more and more each day. It was only a matter of time before he crashed.
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why couldn’t we have brought that feeling home?//verse - connor’s life before the events of the musical/book. he is happy and content with his life. he plays with zoe and is your stereotypical young boy. as he grows, though, his behavior starts to change. it’s not drastic, but those close to him know that he’s different.
i couldn’t even leave a note//verse - the events of dear evan hansen. connor is a senior in high school and he is miserable, to say the least. he doesn’t like school; he doesn’t like being at home. the only thing he does like is spending time with miguel. more often than not, he’s high on something. this is the lowest point in connor’s life and he kills himself after finding a letter from evan hansen that had, in connor’s mind, some creepy things written in it about his sister.
almost like zombies//verse - after conner was expelled from hanover for possession, his parents sent him to a wilderness camp. he would’ve preferred rehab. he’s there for half a year and it’s awful. they’re treated like animals and given very little food. he hates it and wants nothing more than to leave. not that he’d tell anyone that, of course.
i make my exit//verse - ghost verse! connor wakes up at home, confused and disoriented. he can’t interact with anything and no one can see him. it doesn’t take him too long to realize that he’s a ghost. of course he is. he can’t even kill himself properly. he tries to live with his new found not-life, but sometimes it’s hard. he can’t do much unless he gets angry. so he just sort of wanders around, trying to find a way to get himself back to wherever the hell he came from. if he happens to find some kid that’s trying to end their life, he’ll try to step in and talk them out of it. but for the most part, he wanders and waits for some sort of final ending.
none of it was this bonkers//verse - any and all interactions with muses that do not exist in the deh universe. this includes fandomless ocs. it does not include deh ocs.
ships
he saw me before i saw me//otp: connor/miguel
darling you are the only exception//otp: connor/alana
maybe i just wanna be yours//otp: connor/chrissy
dynamics
if your name was zoe strap in for the ride of your life//dyn: connor/zoe
my mother preferred to delegate//dyn: connor/cynthia
a scotch habit doesn’t count you see?//dyn: connor/larry
now we can both pretend that we have friends//dyn: connor/evan
miscellaneous
full of fear and fury signifying nothing//aesthetic
the worst stuff pops up first//headcanon
all eyes on me//faceclaim
#tw: suicide mention#tw: drug mention#char: connor murphy#why couldn’t we have brought that feeling home?//verse#i couldn’t even leave a note//verse#almost like zombies//verse#i make my exit//verse#none of it was this bonkers//verse#he saw me before i saw me//otp: connor/miguel#darling you are the only exception//otp: connor/alana#maybe i just wanna be yours//otp: connor/chrissy#if your name was zoe strap in for the ride of your life//dyn: connor/zoe#my mother preferred to delegate//dyn: connor/cynthia#a scotch habit doesn’t count you see?//dyn: connor/larry#now we can both pretend that we have friends//dyn: connor/evan#full of fear and fury signifying nothing//aesthetic#the worst stuff pops up first//headcanon#all eyes on me//faceclaim
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The Hating Game mob!Tom Holland x mob!reader Part 9
You are now 5 months pregnant Kyle and Nate moved into yours and Tom's house after the marriage and are now trained mini mobsters. You are sitting on the bed with Toms face above your stomach talking to the baby. "I can't wait to find out what you are tomor-" He is cut off by a girl moaning aka Caroline moaning. You roll your eyes "Really great" You've been extra moody the past few months so Tom has gotten used to it "Its fine just ignore it they're just being teenagers"
"Ya until she ends up preg-" You both hear Nate shout "SHUT THE FUCK UP SOME PEOPLE NEED SLEEP!" Tom laughs but then you hear Kyle yell back "OH SHUT THE HELL UP YOUR JUST WISHING YOU COULD DO THIS WITH ELENA!" You roll your eyes "ALL THREE OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Both the moaning and yelling stopped until. "OH COME ON WE'RE ALMOST DONE!" "THEN BE QUIET ABOUT IT! BEFORE I CUT YOUR DICK OFF!" Tom eyes go wide and you look at him "What" Tom shakes his head "Nothing just wasn't expecting that" About 5 minutes later Kyle walks in.
"Really Y/n how would you like it if I interrupted you while Tom was fucking you" "You guys can at least be quieter about it" "I can't help how good I make her feel" He smirks "Get the hell out of my room" Nate walks in "Y/n tell him to stop fucking Caroline so I can sleep we have an important meeting tomorrow and I need my sleep" Kyle snaps back "Ya and I need my dick wet" Tom laughs until you glare at him so he shuts up "Both of you go to sleep, Kyle either be quiet about it or stop fucking Caroline" They both walk out and Tom smirks at you "Wanna gross both of them out" You raise an eyebrow.
"And what exactly do you have planned" He takes your underwear off and mumbles "You'll see" As soon as Tom licks your pussy your hand goes in his hair and you moan when you hear Kyle yell "OH COME ON REALLY!?" Tom stops "SHOULD HAVE STAYED QUIET!" You have a long night. Its the next day you, Kyle, Nate and Tom get dressed and go into the meeting room. The Smiths walk in and they're daughter behind with their men everyone shakes hands. "Who are these boys"
"My brothers Kyle and Nate" Mr. Smith smiles "Its nice to meet you both" both boys say "Nice to meet you too" The whole meeting Nate's eyes are on their daughter. At the end of the meeting their daughter Davina speaks up "Nate do you mind meeting me in the hallway" Nate smiles "Not at all" You look at Tom confused and he shrugs then look at Kyle which mouths "They're going to fuck" You roll your eyes and Kyle chuckles.
The Smiths walk out and then Nate and Davina walk into the hallway after a about 10 minutes Nate walks in with a hickey. "I told you" Kyle says so you play dumb "What was that about" Nate looks at you "She just um wanted to see when I uh became part of the uh mob" You nod "Hm didn't know that she could learn that by giving you a hickey" His eyes go wide and he looks in the mirror and mumbles "Shit" Kyle starts cooing at Nate "Did little Nate finally have a makeout" Nate pushes Kyle off of him "Shut up" Kyle laughs. Then Kyle jokes "Do you even know where to put your dick when it comes time" You can tell Nate is starting to get mad/ embarrassed. "Kyle stop" Kyle looks at you "I'm just making sure I mean after all he is a virgin" Nate storms out the office slamming the door on his way out. "Nate!" Kyle yells after Nate.
"FUCK OFF KYLE!" Nate screams back you get up "I'll go talk to him" You walk to Nate's room and knock. "Its me, Y/n can I come in" "Ya" you walk in and he's sitting on his bed you sit next to him. "Vent tell me everything on your mind" Nate looks at you "I'm tired of Kyle constantly picking on me for being a virgin I mean I'm 16 and not good with girls I can't help either problems and I don't want my first time to be a one night stand like his was I want to be special with a girl I love and a girl that loves me and just everyone at schools constantly picks on me for it well besides Caroline she normally tells them to fuck off but still I'm starting to get insecure about it" You look at Nate "You should never feel insecure about being a virgin you'll do it when your ready and there's nothing wrong with that I want you to have a good first time and I don't want you to be first into it by peer pressure even if that means you don't do it until college my friend didn't do it till a year ago"
Nate looks at you "Really" You nod "Yep" He sighs "How old were you" You look down "15 but I regretted it as soon as it happened similar situation I was getting picked on so I got with some jock that didn't even wait for me to finish"
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The Hating Game mob!Tom Holland x mob!reader Part 9
You are now 5 months pregnant Kyle and Nate moved into yours and Tom's house after the marriage and are now trained mini mobsters. You are sitting on the bed with Toms face above your stomach talking to the baby. "I can't wait to find out what you are tomor-" He is cut off by a girl moaning aka Caroline moaning. You roll your eyes "Really great" You've been extra moody the past few months so Tom has gotten used to it "Its fine just ignore it they're just being teenagers"
"Ya until she ends up preg-" You both hear Nate shout "SHUT THE FUCK UP SOME PEOPLE NEED SLEEP!" Tom laughs but then you hear Kyle yell back "OH SHUT THE HELL UP YOUR JUST WISHING YOU COULD DO THIS WITH ELENA!" You roll your eyes "ALL THREE OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Both the moaning and yelling stopped until. "OH COME ON WE'RE ALMOST DONE!" "THEN BE QUIET ABOUT IT! BEFORE I CUT YOUR DICK OFF!" Tom eyes go wide and you look at him "What" Tom shakes his head "Nothing just wasn't expecting that" About 5 minutes later Kyle walks in.
"Really Y/n how would you like it if I interrupted you while Tom was fucking you" "You guys can at least be quieter about it" "I can't help how good I make her feel" He smirks "Get the hell out of my room" Nate walks in "Y/n tell him to stop fucking Caroline so I can sleep we have an important meeting tomorrow and I need my sleep" Kyle snaps back "Ya and I need my dick wet" Tom laughs until you glare at him so he shuts up "Both of you go to sleep, Kyle either be quiet about it or stop fucking Caroline" They both walk out and Tom smirks at you "Wanna gross both of them out" You raise an eyebrow.
"And what exactly do you have planned" He takes your underwear off and mumbles "You'll see" As soon as Tom licks your pussy your hand goes in his hair and you moan when you hear Kyle yell "OH COME ON REALLY!?" Tom stops "SHOULD HAVE STAYED QUIET!" You have a long night. Its the next day you, Kyle, Nate and Tom get dressed and go into the meeting room. The Smiths walk in and they're daughter behind with their men everyone shakes hands. "Who are these boys"
"My brothers Kyle and Nate" Mr. Smith smiles "Its nice to meet you both" both boys say "Nice to meet you too" The whole meeting Nate's eyes are on their daughter. At the end of the meeting their daughter Davina speaks up "Nate do you mind meeting me in the hallway" Nate smiles "Not at all" You look at Tom confused and he shrugs then look at Kyle which mouths "They're going to fuck" You roll your eyes and Kyle chuckles.
The Smiths walk out and then Nate and Davina walk into the hallway after a about 10 minutes Nate walks in with a hickey. "I told you" Kyle says so you play dumb "What was that about" Nate looks at you "She just um wanted to see when I uh became part of the uh mob" You nod "Hm didn't know that she could learn that by giving you a hickey" His eyes go wide and he looks in the mirror and mumbles "Shit" Kyle starts cooing at Nate "Did little Nate finally have a makeout" Nate pushes Kyle off of him "Shut up" Kyle laughs. Then Kyle jokes "Do you even know where to put your dick when it comes time" You can tell Nate is starting to get mad/ embarrassed. "Kyle stop" Kyle looks at you "I'm just making sure I mean after all he is a virgin" Nate storms out the office slamming the door on his way out. "Nate!" Kyle yells after Nate.
"FUCK OFF KYLE!" Nate screams back you get up "I'll go talk to him" You walk to Nate's room and knock. "Its me, Y/n can I come in" "Ya" you walk in and he's sitting on his bed you sit next to him. "Vent tell me everything on your mind" Nate looks at you "I'm tired of Kyle constantly picking on me for being a virgin I mean I'm 16 and not good with girls I can't help either problems and I don't want my first time to be a one night stand like his was I want to be special with a girl I love and a girl that loves me and just everyone at schools constantly picks on me for it well besides Caroline she normally tells them to fuck off but still I'm starting to get insecure about it" You look at Nate "You should never feel insecure about being a virgin you'll do it when your ready and there's nothing wrong with that I want you to have a good first time and I don't want you to be first into it by peer pressure even if that means you don't do it until college my friend didn't do it till a year ago"
Nate looks at you "Really" You nod "Yep" He sighs "How old were you" You look down "15 but I regretted it as soon as it happened similar situation I was getting picked on so I got with some jock that didn't even wait for me to finish"
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I saw requests open and I just can't stop thinking about Kazutora cumming untouched from getting his mouth spit on ♡
ෆ ִ ׁ sub kazutora - spit in my mouth, please
cw; dom reader, fem reader, spit play, dirty talk, thigh riding, begging
it was a pretty hot day, you and kazutora were sitting on the floor of your room trying to feel cooler. since it was so hot you were only dressed in a short t-shirt with thin sleeves and no bra because you were so sweaty. you were trying to distract yourself by watching a video on your cell phone while kazutora was only wearing shorts and no shirt and her hair was in a ponytail. you were trying to distract yourself by watching a video on your cell phone while kazutora was only in shorts and no shirt and with his hair in a ponytail. you couldn't stand the heat, but kazutora even less, he was in a bad mood, all sweaty and red. he was literally in front of the fan looking to cool off.
"do you want something cold, like a popsicle, an ice cream, some candy to cool you down, honey?" you asked, knowing that he was quite uncomfortable from the heat.
"i'm fine, i don't think a popsicle or an ice cream would take away from feeling like a rotisserie chicken." he said a little jaded about the situation.
"whatever you say." you grabbed a popsicle and started sucking on it while still concentrating on your cell phone, trying to forget about the horrible heat.
kazutora watched you slyly as you literally ate the popsicle, making noises as you sucked on the taste. he was a little annoyed by the extra sound, as he was in a bad mood everything fucked him up. before he could shut you up he watched as you slowly pulled the popsicle out of your mouth causing a trickle of saliva to fall from your mouth onto your chest. he licked his lips and continued to watch as you slowly sucked the paddle and felt dirty since he could imagine that what you were sucking and leaving full of saliva was his penis.
"something's wrong with you, kazutora" your voice brought him out of his dirty thoughts and the lost look in your mouth.
you shook your head and turned away in disgust, if he was still looking at you like a fucking pervert I don't think you needed it. but just thinking about that insignificant act of your saliva dripping from the paddle onto your chest only made his crotch get hard. very hard.
he turned to look at you again and you were almost done with the paddle, the heat made it melt faster and you sucking him so well was another reason. he kept looking and more sinful thoughts kept flashing in his mind, he wanted you to do so many morbid things to him.
"seriously kazu, you are on cloud nine, and why are you suddenly taking a blanket to put it between your legs, with this heat and how moody you are getting" the girl complained to you.
what was happening was that from so much wandering in his thoughts a big erection was noticeable in his pants.
before you continued talking, it seemed that everything made sense in your head, that you were sucking like crazy because of the heat and that Kazutora suddenly started to look at you so much and covered her crotch with a blanket, with the fucking heat it was so hot.
"damn baby, you got hard watching me suck on a popsicle, imagining it was your big dick." you said with a flirtatious grin on your face
"of course not, that's ridiculous, not like I'm a hormonal teenager" you exclaimed embarrassed.
you approached the catty boy and whispered to him. "it's okay to have dirty thoughts about everything you want me to do to you" you whispered in his ear as you licked his lobe and slowly nibbled on his ear.
kazutora let out a choked moan as she pulled the blanket off her.
kazutora looked at you with a flushed face and wide eyes, he didn't expect you to say that to him, he really thought you were going to get mad at him for having those thoughts.
without saying anything, the long-haired guy came up to you ready to kiss you, you grabbed him by his thighs and directed him to sit on top of you. so on the floor of the room, with Kazutora on top of you, you were kissing non-stop. sometimes you kissed him so desperately that your tongues and teeth collided every time you put your mouths together. making obscene sounds because of the wetness of both mouths. at other times you separated a hungry kazutora from your mouth and looked him in the eyes, caressing his whole face. when you passed your fingers near his lips he took advantage and kissed them and even biting because of the desperation to feel something in his mouth. when he was about to join his mouth with yours you decided to stop him.
"what do you want kazutora, give it to me."
"please, mhmm, make me cum." he said between a moan, while you held his face between your hands. when he didn't do or say anything kazutora started rubbing himself on your thigh. it was no secret that kazu, loved your thighs, and with his cock so hard and a little wet without any hesitation he started to ride your thigh.
"agh, yes yes yes yes, it feels so good to rub myself next to you." he said and kept moving more frenetically on your thigh, so much so that you felt the wetness of his penis go through your pants to your skin.
feeling that kazutora was about to cum you grabbed his hips and forced him to stop. "if you keep fucking my leg like a desperate bitch you're going to cum, and that's not going to happen that fast" you don't know where your self control came from as you were as desperate as he was to make him cum like never before. you wanted to ruin him so bad, to do whatever he told you to do.
"ahhh fuck" he moaned as he climbed off your lap and stuck to the wall with his legs spread wide and his cock wanting to escape his pants.
"take off your pants and let me see your cock, handsome".
so he did between sighs and gasps, and every time his pants or his hand accidentally touched his hard cock he let out such a pitiful and delicious moan that you thought you were the first one to cum just listening to him.
now with his cock in the air and a pleading look on his face he looked so vulnerable and beautiful. you wanted him so fucking bad.
"i asked you now what you want from me, kazutora," you said as you approached him and almost without touching him, you rubbed your big reddened cock against him.
kazutora didn't know what to do, his moans every time you accidentally and hastily touched his cock made him delirious. he wanted to cum, but not in the way she thought. thinking about how dirty he wanted you to be with him drove him crazy. he thought if he cum on your thigh sooner he could forget the stupidity he was thinking. it embarrassed him a little but he wanted something else from you. he felt so dirty.
"wait, wait, no." you said taking your hand so you wouldn't keep playing with his cock and make him cum like he didn't want to.
"when I saw you eat the paddle and you made some saliva fall off you, it made me go crazy." you said blushing. "just imagining your saliva dripping onto me makes me want to cum so hard." you moaned at the end at the thought of it.
you wanted to play with him a little more so you wouldn't give him what he wanted so fast. "mmm so you have those kind of fetishes, what a dirty baby you are." you said quite close to his face, noticing how a wave of terror crossed it "but I love you so much like this." you added before kazutora panicked.
"so you want my saliva". you said flirtatiously and made a trickle of saliva go down from your mouth to your breasts, one and one more. until you felt it was quite wet, you pulled down your shirt and started massaging your breasts in front of kazutora, who was looking at you so lost, fascinated and needy. it was amazing that he still didn't cum.
"fuck, spit on me as much as you want, i need it so much." kazutora almost screamed, moaning like a whore and trying to take your face and bring it close to her face.
"tell me where you want me to spit on you, baby, I'm no psychic, use that little mouth of yours."
"spit in my mouth, please please please, drop your saliva here." he begged opening his mouth.
you opened your mouth to pretend you were going to spit in his face and you were delighted to see how he opened his mouth like a puppy and you heard him panting in search of what he needed to get rid of his pain.
"don't be mean to me, please, please, please, spit on me as much as you want, I beg you." kazutora begged with her hands clutching her skin in desperation.
"fuck how delicious you are." you grabbed her cheeks roughly and kissed her so hard and desperate. kazutora was still moaning about how rough you were but it didn't matter, you knew she was enjoying it.
"you drive me crazy, kazu" you kissed him "fuck, what a tasty mouth." you kissed him again. "i want to give you absolutely everything"
when you took your mouths apart, kazutora's mouth was open and her eyes were watering with despair. "open your mouth wide, baby"
when kazutora saw how a trickle of saliva went down from your mouth straight to his, he felt it rising. when your saliva made contact with his tongue his penis throbbed so well that he almost came.
"more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more" he said as if it was his life asking you to spit on him. you watched as liquid began to flow out of his penis, staining the area.
you bit your lip and with your hands you fiddled in your mouth to salivate her more. "here, take it, all yours doll." you let out more saliva again and brought your mouth closer to the awakened boy's mouth spitting over and over again.
"fuck, yes, i love it" "go spit me more, please." he whimpered like a maniac.
"aghhh, mmmmm, SO FUCKING GOOD."
he screamed so loud without understanding him well because of the saliva that was still in his mouth, swallowing it all and moving his legs frenetically while white spurts kept coming out of his penis.
you were ecstatic with that sinful image of him, with his penis in a mess, cum all over the floor and part of his body, leaning against the wall, with his hair in a mess, strands of hair adorning his face, still with his mouth open and traces of your saliva running down the corner of his mouth. fuck kazutora was going to kill her.
"that was the most exciting thing i've ever cum with." admitted kazutora being a mess.
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Beauty is Pain
Pairing: Mostly Platonic!Pogues, mentions of JJ Maybank x reader
Summary: You and Kie try to wax your legs yourselves for the first time and accidentally get yourselves trapped in a sticky situation that gets you locked in your room with JJ and Pope while you listen to Sarah and John B fight outside your door. Routledge!Reader.
Note: I got this idea from a Friends episode. If you watched the show, you’ll know exactly which one I’m talking about. Mostly wrote this without the intention of doing a JJ x reader pairing but then I got an idea(: Hope y'all like it!
Word Count: 3.5k
Warning: Language, maybe angst??
For her birthday, Kie was gifted a hard waxing kit. At first you thought it was odd, a Kook like her was better off going to a professional to get evenly waxed brows or a perfectly clear bikini line. But when she asked you to try it out with her, you were intrigued.
You invited her over to your messy home everyone calls the Chateau. Your brother had a date with his Kook girlfriend, Sarah Cameron, which meant you had the house all to yourself. Even though it was just Kie, your best friend of four years, you decided to clean up the place before she got there. Your house was littered in empty beer cans and ends of JJ’s rolled blunts. You noticed John B was drinking more, smoking JJ’s weed, and even sleeping in later than usual. He’s called out of work two times in the past two weeks, and if he does manage to a say hello to you, it’s a grumbled mumble of words you can barely understand. You chopped it up to him just being moody, but there was also a small part of you that wondered if something serious was going on you didn’t know about.
You tried questioning your friends about it. Kie said she had no clue but noticed his change of attitude too. Pope would get nervous when you brought up John B’s name and claimed he didn’t know what you were talking about. Before you could question him further, his dad whisked him away to clean up the store and run a couple of last minute groceries. JJ, your boyfriend, tried to tell you it was probably nothing, but he wouldn’t make eye contact with you when he talked. He busied himself with rolling another blunt or folding the tossed laundry on your bedroom floor. When you called him out on it, he got snippy and frustrated, which just led you to drop the topic because you didn’t feel like dealing with a second moody teenager.
Kie showed up right when she said she would with the boxed waxing kit in her hand. You raised one brow up at it as you tossed the filled trash bag out the door.
“This it?” You said.
“Yes. You haven’t shaved your legs in a while, right?”
“Yeah. It’s been two weeks like you said. JJ says my legs are looking hairier than his. He’ll barely even touch them. One time he called them monkey legs.”
Kie rolled her eyes. “Boys are such hypocrites. If they had to do half the stuff we did, they wouldn’t be complaining at all. They shouldn’t even get to complain about what women decide to do with their bodies.”
Kie continued ranting about how pain is beauty and men will never understand it unless they lived in a woman’s body for a whole month, including the week a woman’s period started, as she set up the kit.
You worked in your room because there was more space for both of you to try your best to be comfortable. Kie plugged in the warmer on your nightstand and mixed the pink wax pellets with a flat wooden stick until it turned to a warm goo.
“Okay,” Kie sat up against your bed’s headboard and patted her thigh to motion for you to give her your leg. “You’re up.”
“Why do I have to be first?” You asked.
You’ve never waxed your legs before. Only your brows and sometimes bikini line and even then, you usually just pluck and shave. Getting your hair professionally waxed was expensive and you tried to prioritize your purchases as much as possible to stabilize the life you and John B still had.
Kie sighed. “Fine, we’ll do it together. Let me just put the wax on you.”
You gave Kie your left leg and she slathered the warm wax up the left side of your shin. You watched as she did the same to her own leg and grimaced nervously when you felt the wax hardening against your skin.
“Ready?” She asked with a teasing smirk.
“On the count of three?”
Kie nodded. “One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
At exactly three, Kie pulled the long waxing strip from your leg and you did the same with hers. A searing hot pain ran up you leg as Kie ripped the wax off, making you bite down a scream.
“Fuck!” Kie screamed up into the ceiling. You looked down at both your legs. There was a thick line of red from where the wax was. “That shit hurts.”
“Let’s try it again,” You suggested. “Maybe we’ll get use to it if we keep doing it.”
Kie nodded. “Okay. Yeah, let’s try again.”
This time, Kie slid two long strips on both your left and right leg. The warm wax felt soothing. You almost wished you didn’t have to rip it off in the first place.
“On three?” You said.
Kie nodded.
On three, you each ripped one strip off your own legs. You cursed against gritted teeth from the pain. You were wrong about getting used to it. You didn’t think you would ever be able to tolerate this pain.
“What the hell? This has never hurt this bad.” Kie said.
“I think whoever gave this to you secretly hates you,” You said to her.
Kie sighed and looked down at the hardening wax still left on your legs. “Well, we have to finish. We’ll just rip them all off really fast.”
“Okay.”
You ripped three out of the four strips that were left at rocket speed, but they all hurt exactly the same. It felt like you were ripping more than just the hair off your leg. You wouldn’t be surprised if you looked down and saw half the layers of your skin ripped off.
You blinked back the tears at the exact same time Pope and JJ busted into your room looking around frantically. JJ was holding a baseball bat and Pope a pan you just washed and placed on the drying wrack an hour ago.
“What’s wrong?” Pope yelled.
“What the hell is going on?” JJ narrowed his eyes at you, surprised he wasn’t looking at you being attacked by an intruder or covered in cuts and bruises. When he first heard you screaming when he and Pope walked into your house, his heart raced a million beats per minutes. His mind wandered to all the different things that could have happened to you. He swore he was going to make you lock your door every day and night now.
But here you were, safe and sound and laying in bed with Kie. Although he could see your labored breathing and clouded eyes, he knew you weren’t in any imminent trouble. His eyes traced from your face down to your legs where a pink strip of wax was still waiting to be pulled off.
“We’re fine. We’re just waxing our legs.” Kie said.
“What are you doing here?” You asked your boyfriend.
“Pope said Kie was here so we came to hang with you,” JJ said absentmindedly. “I thought you were being murdered.”
“It sure felt like it,” You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered from JJ’s protective side.
JJ scoffed. “It can’t hurt that bad.”
Kie tutted her head forward. “Oh yeah? Come here.”
“What? No.”
Kie ignored him and grabbed his arm from across your body and slapped on another slab of wax. JJ hissed from the heat then visibly relaxed.
“Y/N, wanna do the honors?” Kie smirked at you.
You glared at her. “I’m not volunteering to hurt my boyfriend.”
Kie scoffed at you. “What did he call your legs again?”
You clenched your teeth together and nodded once. Kie made her point, and you remembered everything she said about how men will never understand the pain women go through to please not only themselves, but their lovers too.
“Oh, yeah,” You said within a split second and ripped the wax off JJ’s arms. He flinched away from you, rearing his arm back far away from your reach. His mouth was opened in an ‘O’ shape and his brows pinched together. “Monkey legs.” You smirked at him.
“Fuck,” JJ shook out his arm as if you physically lit it on fire.
“It can’t hurt that bad, right, JJ?” Kie mocked him.
Pope laughed at his blonde friend and shook his head. “Stupid.”
“Y/N, you have one left.”
“Shut up, I know,” You rolled your shoulders back like you were getting ready to run a marathon.
“Want me to do it for you?” You nodded. JJ came up next to you and offered his hand for you to squeeze. “Okay. On three. One, two -” Before Kie even said the word three, she ripped the wax off. You closed your eyes and squeezed JJ’s hand hard, until his knuckles rolled in your closed fingers.
“Shit, baby,” JJ crouched next to you awkwardly, trying to mend his fingers back together.
“Sorry,” You huffed. You weren’t that sorry. He called you monkey legs.
You heard the screen door open and close. Figuring it was just John B back from his date, you relaxed against your headboard again and made a promise to yourself to never wax your legs again. Beauty wasn’t worth this pain. You’d rather be monkey legs than go through that again.
Or just simply shave.
“ - And that’s supposed to make this all okay?” Your eyes opened when you heard, not JB, but Sarah Cameron screaming right outside your room. Pope quickly closed your bedroom door as quietly as possible and held up his finger to you and Kie to be quiet. “That’s your excuse?”
Your brows pinched together in confusion and you looked at your boyfriend for some kind of answer. This was the first time you ever heard Sarah raise her voice at your brother. As far as you knew, the couple never fought.
JJ was looking down at the ground and avoiding your stare. His hands were wracked through his blonde strands and resting on the top of his head. He and Pope didn’t look as surprised as you and Kie.
“What the hell is going on?” Kie asked in a hushed whisper.
“I - I was scared. I’ve never done this before -” John B stuttered.
“Here’s some advice. Rule number one. Don’t cheat!” Sarah yelled. You swore you could hear the pain behind her voice.
You gasped in surprise and snapped your head in JJ’s direction. He wouldn’t look at you, which mean he knew about this long before you did. You put the pieces together. No wonder John B has been acting miserable. Who knows how long he’s been holding onto this.
Well...apparently JJ and Pope know.
“What the hell...” Kie sits up straighter. “Is she serious?”
“Did you know?” You asked your boyfriend. This time he did look at you. And he looked guilty as hell.
Your eyes snapped back to the door when John B yelled back at her. “That’s gold coming from you. Did Topper use that same line when you got together with me?”
You physically cringed at the mention of Topper’s name. It may have been a low blow, but John B had a point.
“Shit,” Kie cursed and sped walked towards the door.
You followed in her footsteps and pressed your ear against the door. One thing was for sure, you couldn’t leave your room now. You couldn’t walk in on that. But at least you could be nosy and eavesdrop.
“That’s not fair. I didn’t love him. I loved you. I left Topper for you!”
“You cheated on him.”
“Because I loved you, John B! You cheated on me because you were scared because...why? Because I’m a Kook? I’ve always been a Kook and you’ve never had a problem with that! Not until now!”
You and Kie crouched on the floor so JJ and Pope could hover over you and listen. It sounded like John B cheated on Sarah a couple weeks ago with a Pogue from your school because he got scared of his feelings for Sarah. Rafe got in your brother’s head, telling him how he will never be enough to care for Sarah when she’s no longer reliant on her father’s money. He became insecure and looked to someone who wouldn’t ever think of him like that - someone who would understand him.
John B was in the wrong and your heart cracked for the couple you once swore was going to be the first to get married out of your group of friends. Although you and Sarah had a rocky start, she quickly became the sister you never had. You got along just as much as you and Kie did. Sometimes John B would find it annoying when Sarah would come over to hang out with you instead of him, but the other part of him loved that the two most important people in his life were as close as he was with JJ. You couldn’t imagine him with anyone else. Not even another Pogue.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Sarah asked. She sounded broken and her voice cracked with exhaustion. You wanted to walk out of the room and hug her tightly while yelling at John B for being an absolute idiot.
You heard John B sigh. “I was going to. I regretted it the second it was over and I was afraid to tell you because I didn’t want you to leave me over some stupid mistake. JJ and Pope said -”
“JJ and Pope knew about this?”
You and Kie looked up at your boyfriends with the deadliest glare either of them have seen out of both you. JJ took a step back and held his hands up in surrender as if you were holding a loaded gun to his head.
“I can explain -” JJ said quickly as Pope’s mouth moved silently to come up with an excuse.
“I didn’t know what to do! They said telling you would only hurt you -” John B weakly tried to explain.
“Of course it would fucking hurt me! You’ve been lying to me for weeks. You had sex with another girl!”
You heard something shatter before a deafening silence. You waited for John B to say something, praying he was smart enough to say anything that could salvage what little of a relationship he had left.
You didn’t want to make this about you, but you wondered how many times JJ didn’t tell you something because it would hurt you. You wondered if he did anything just as detrimental to your relationship and didn’t tell you because he was afraid you would break up with him.
John B and Sarah continued to fight for another hour. You wondered if John B was worried about where you might be. If you go somewhere without telling John B, you usually text him later in the day to tell him where you are. It’s something both of you started doing ever since your father disappeared. So that if something were to happen, you would know where to look first.
You thought about jumping out your window, but your window frame was rusty. Even if you moved the window up a little bit, the wood would grind against each other, and your cover would be blown. You were getting hungry and JJ was getting antsy, probably afraid that John B would say something more to push him in the dog house. You’ve barely looked at him since John B threw him under the bus.
“Baby...” JJ said quietly to try to get your attention. “Come on, baby, let me explain.”
You glared at him and continued braiding Kie’s hair with your back to the door.
“We had good intentions,” Pope tried to save his own ass but Kie’s look mirrored yours. “We just didn’t want them to break up.”
“Shut up, Pope,” You said for Kie.
“We were wrong,” JJ said, making you advert your attention from Pope to your boyfriend. “I was wrong. It was my idea for John B not to tell Sarah. But the more time I spent with you, I knew I’d never be able to do that to you. It would eat at me inside, and that’s exactly what it was doing to JB. So yesterday I told him he had to tell her. Or else he would hate himself for the rest of his life if he didn’t.” Your eyes soften under his ocean blue ones and your hands fell from Kie’s hair. “I know I would.”
The corner of your lip twitched up into a lopsided grin, and just like that, you were entranced by the blonde Pogue all over again. JJ had his way with words. It’s gotten him both into certain situations and out of other bad ones. But you knew JJ like the back of your hand. You knew when he was lying. He wouldn’t look at you and if you questioned him on it he would get angry. Looking at JJ, you knew he was telling the truth.
“Yeah, what he said.” Pope said, pointing at your boyfriend.
You and Kie rolled your eyes playfully. Pope, on the other hand, wasn’t so great with his words. That’s why it took so long for him to score Kie as his girlfriend.
“Where are you going?” You heard John B yell. He sounded defeated.
“I can’t be here. I need...I need space.”
“Sarah...”
“Please. I just need time to think. Okay?”
Your front door slammed shut and you held your breath, waiting for John B to run after her or break more shit in your living room. But nothing like that ever came. Instead, you listened to John B cry to himself probably somewhere on the couch.
And just like that, you didn’t care about being caught. You didn’t care if he screamed in your face for eavesdropping or calling you nosy and inconsiderate. Your brother needed you, and in that moment, it didn’t matter to you that he was the one in the wrong. At the end of the day, he was your brother. Your blood. Your family. And you’re the one who will always be his rock.
Kie stood up with you and watched wearily as you showed yourself to your brother. John B looked up with wide eyes, surprised to see not only you but the rest of the Pogues hidden away in your room.
He wanted to be mad, but he didn’t have the energy to be. Instead, he cried harder because he hated that you of all people knew what he did and that he was now being weak by crying about it in your living room. He wanted to be the role model you could always look up to, especially now that your dad was gone. And he thought he failed at it.
John B was pleasantly surprised when he felt a pair of gentle arms wrap around his shoulders and pull him into a side hug as you sat on the couch next to him. Kie sat on the coffee table in front of you and rubbed John B’s knee comfortingly. Pope and JJ knew the girls were better equipped to handle John B’s emotions, so they busied themselves in the kitchen, grabbing a couple beers and pretzels and setting them down on the table next to Kie.
Even though John B cheated and created a big mess in not only his life, but the rest of yours too, you were family. You would never leave him on his darkest day and play the blame game. You’ll help him get control. You’ll help him fix it. You’ll help him live his life to the fullest. And that’s what John B loved about you. You never turned your back on him, even when he deserved it.
The five of you spent the rest of the night drinking beer, ordering pizza, and watching comedy movies to get him to forget. Later in the night, you and Kie left to comfort Sarah. You admitted that you two heard the whole thing and would support her with whatever she chose to do about her relationship. You and Kie slept over her house and discussed the pros and cons of her staying with John B. You ate popcorn and applied face masks while Keeping Up With The Kardashians played in the background.
“You know, Kie’s waxing kit is still at my house,” A mischievous smirk pulled at your lips. “We could cause a lot of damage while he sleeps.”
Kie encouraged the idea and Sarah laughed, feeling grateful that the two of you would even come to see her when you both had loyalties to John B. She really did love you guys and would be devastated if her relationship with John B drove you guys apart.
In the end, Sarah ended up taking John B back. It took a while for them to get their relationship back to the way it was, but they loved each other enough to salvage it. John B worked his ass off to prove how much he loved her and Sarah appreciated every second of it.
And as for you and JJ...well you made sure to give him one really good reason as to why he should never cheat on you (;
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The full report - Eren Yeager
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For your eyes only.
Name: Eren Yeager
Birthplace: Shiganshina
Height: 180cm / 5ft 9"
General
[ A1 ]
Appearance & Hygiene practices:
Eren's chestnut brown hair is always clean and fresh. Whenever he pays you a late night visit, he'll have most probably just gotten out of the shower. Coconut scented shampoo of sorts? Whatever it is, it smells so good.
Prefers showers over a bathe. He says it's to save time, but he spends a good 40 - 60 minutes in there, easily.
Once he's dry, likes to throw on jogger bottoms and a hoodie over his bare skin. His bare skin that is now so soft and scented as his favourite shower gel which is either tea-tree oil or Coconut.
If he wants to remain clean shaven, Eren must shave every 2-3 days. Sometimes he likes to grow it out but nothing ever past a long stubble.
Minimal body hair.
Trims the hairs on his pubic bone/lower stomach. Has pleasuring you in mind as he does so. Will take into consideration the friction against you.
Totally clean shaven testicles.
Eren's nails are short but that's because he bites them. [ see section A3 ]
Beautiful set of teeth. Brushes twice daily in a modern AU.
Eren adores it when you brush his hair for him. He finds it extremely relaxing as you massage his scalp. His eyes will close and a small, barely audible hum will emit from time to time.
Eren's skin care routine is pretty basic. All of the steam from sitting in his hot, frequent showers for so long seems to do him wonders - his skin is flawless and worthy of envy.
Due to the healing power of being a Titan shifter, Eren has no scars.
Eren has quite large hands with long fingers. He doesn't wear rings or jewellery as it reminds him of the burden of when he had to keep that damn key on him at all times. Will however, put up with a wedding ring.
[A2]
Body & Love language:
Eren is a pretty introverted person. His hands are usually tucked away inside of his pockets - be it either trousers or hoody/jacket.
He hunches a little too. Likes to feel hidden. He's had enough attention over the years and wants nothing more than to just shrink away in a crowded room. Or maybe, it's the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Brooding, moody exterior. Extreme "resting bitch face"
Shrugs a lot. At first glance, you'd think he was a moody teenager trapped in a grown man's body.
Likes to sit with his feet flat up on the chair with his knees splayed - you'll usually find him like this with an arm resting over a knee while the other is at a 90 degree angle pointing away from his hip.
Fumbles his hands together in formal occasions when he can't sit so casually or tuck them away.
Likes to drape his arm over you without touching you. His arm will rest above you on the top of the chair. A clear indication of "They're mine" and "I will keep you safe"
His hips will usually be swivelled in your direction, regardless of where you are in the room. A subconscious body language of sexual yearning.
Eren likes to hold hands with you when you're walking. He's not huge on PDA but likes the strong yet subtle showings that you're together.
Tends to rub his thumb over the back of your hand absent-mindedly when you do so.
His love languages include physical touch. Can get very needy and touch starved pretty easily. Not in a overbearing way, but even just a run of his slender fingers through your hair is enough to keep him going until the two of you are in a more private setting.
[A3]
Bad Habits & Tendencies:
As mentioned above, Eren bites his finger nails. His toe nails too. It's pretty gross to be honest.
He never does it in public, but he has been known to do it in front of you when he feels comfortable enough to do so.
Get's very fidgety when irritated or annoyed, which is pretty often. Especially if Jean is around.
Short temper. He's learned to tame it more over the years where he doesn't show it so easily. But everyone has their limit and when his is reached, his yell is booming and pretty intimidating.
During an argument with you he has been known to raise his voice, but it's not the frightening roar you've heard him unleash on others before.
Always apologises to you after he's calmed down. Even though it wasn't that bad.
If you two ever have a bad falling out, will lock himself away for days. He'll be pissed at himself for letting it get so bad and depressed that you two are having such problems. But he'll do anything he can to fix it.
[ A4 ]
Common misconceptions:
Obviously everyone has their own cannons and opinions. But I don't personally see Eren as being an abusive partner. Yeah, he has his problems and treats his friends like shit but there's a reason for that we'll probably see in the last chapter. If you're worthy enough to pierce that cold and distant shell, you're a very special person and he'll treat you as such.
Eren actually has a large heart hidden under that huge chip on his shoulder. He cares and loves the people around him unconditionally. Even to the point of carrying out mass genocide to protect them.
Still... He does have a dark side to be weary of at times.
Even though he's gross while in Liberio, usually Eren is actually pretty clean.
[ A5 ]
Food & Drink:
In a Modern AU Eren loves fancy coffees with the weird names. The longer to pronounce, the better. He just likes the fact they give him energy and the fancier ones taste good.
Due to not having meat for so long, a good ol' fashioned beef/lamb stew is his favourite.
Doesn't drink in canon.
Modern AU, his alcoholic beverage of choice is bottles of beer and craft ales. Sometimes is a sucker for red wine.
[ A6 ]
Modern Au:
Eren wears loose clothing. Hoodies, loose jeans, those baggy cardigans too.
His texting style is spam over one long message. Especially if he's pissed off. He's too impatient to sit and type in paragraphs.
Drives a black car. Don't ask me what type, I don't know cars. But it's black, 'kay?
It also has "black ice" air freshener inside.
Likes to ride quads and mopeds along fields. He's a thrill seeker. Rollercoasters, bungee jumping... you name it he's game.
Eren plays the guitar. He took lessons for it but after about a year he just went his own way and self-taught.
If he sees a guitar at a party, he will pick it up and play it. He won't sing though.
He actually hates singing. He finds it embarrassing.
Always has in his air pods/earphones.
Likes any sort of music that is catchy.
Probably streams on Twitch. He won't talk much though.
Could have a wide range of jobs. Coffee shop, could be in college, might be a ride attendant... who knows? It's anyone's guess what Eren is doing. He doesn't talk about himself that much.
Romance & NSFW
[ B1 ]
Crush:
Eren would definitely be in denial he has a crush on you at first.
• “Does y/n seem different to you?”
Armin; “No…? In what way?”
“I dunno… Just, different.”
• His poor stubborn brain would be ticking for weeks as to why he suddenly wants to be near you a lot more often and has urges to touch you, even if it’s just a slight brush against your arm.
• Will find any excuse to do extra training with you
• Once he FINALLY clicks on as to why he’s had these feelings, he’ll be pretty knocked off his feet and a little annoyed at himself.
I’m here to kill the enemy...
• Still though… Can’t seem to keep himself away.
[ B2 ]
First kiss & general kisses:
After the initial denial and keeping himself away, he'll just decide one day he's had enough of feeling this way and decides to to something about it.
He won't shove himself onto you. He'll do some sly probing to see if there is any indication of reciprocation.
Knowing Eren, he'll indirectly piss you off or insult you. He didn't mean to. He's just lacking social skills. Man aint smooth.
You'll slap him, probably, where he'll keep his head away from you for a few seconds, realising he's pushed you too far. Whichever side you palmed him away, he'll stay.
He'll slowly return his gaze to yours before gently holding your arms, apologising and planting his lips onto yours.
His general kisses are quite firm and forceful. Not in an aggressive way, but a "god I want you so bad" way.
Always either slides his arms around your waist or cups your face/head.
He tastes like sweetened tea <3 / Coffee in a Modern AU
Loves coming from behind and snaking his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck when you're doing something. Doesn't like it when your attention is away from him for too long.
When he's feeling soft and tender, will dance his nose with yours and catching your mouth in a caress.
When he's super turned on, he'll suck your tongue, bite your bottom lip and kiss anywhere he can.
[ B3 ]
Sex:
Ha ~~!
Eren is up there with the best when it comes to sex. He knows what he's doing and he does it well.
Extremely skilled with his fingers and tongue. He'll have you crawling the walls with hysteria as he likes to tease you throughout the day. He more than makes up for it, though.
Gropes, nips, kisses, licks, bites, flicks... anywhere and everywhere he can.
Is the most vocal when you perform oral sex on him. Will groan so deeply, his entire body will vibrate.
Dirty talk is this man's second language.
"Look how desperate you are for me." / "Look how desperate for you you've gotten me..."
"Do I feel good like this?"
"Am I making you feel good baby?"
"You're so good at that. Fuck, such a good girl/boy"
"S'so fuckin' tight."
"You're my little fuck thing, aren't you?"
"You're perfect."
"I love you..."
Are some of the many things you'll hear while he's fucking you.
He doesn't really have a favourite position. He'll gladly take you anyway he can. If he's in a rough mood, he'll bend you over the sofa, take you up against the wall... But if he's feeling more soft he'll make slow, passionate love to you for hours.
He does have a strong soft side at times.
Dominic Dominant. He loves seeing you totally at his mercy, the power over you the most arousing thing in the world to him.
Big daddy dilf vibes. He knows what he’s doing and he’s fucking good at it too.
The only time he’ll sub is if he wants to be lazy - letting you ride him and use him to your heart’s content.
Dirty talk. It can get pretty degrading at times. If you’re not into that, he respects that boundary.
Will absolutely ruin you.
Low-key loves it when you claw his back in hysteria. He thrives knowing he can send you absolutely insane, and he can just heal the claw marks in a matter of seconds. Sometimes even during sex (which is the hottest thing ever)
In an AU modern, he would love to fuck you near a large mirror or record you both getting at it to watch at a later date.
A lot of hissing, humming and low groaning, especially when he’s close to unloading.
Likes to watch you masturbate, putting his head close and observing intently. Loses his shit if you moan his name while doing so.
Hair pulling is his overload language. Will tug fistfuls when he gets too turned on.
[ B4 ]
Kinks:
The risk of getting caught. He likes having risky sex in semi public locations. Makes a game of how loud he can get you to moan, knowing someone would probably hear you.
Light Degradation. When he’s in a rough mood, he doesn’t mind calling you a few names. Nothing too extreme. And if it’s not your thing, he’ll respect that boundary.
Loves a good ol’ 69. Having you on his face with your ass in view is just… *Chef’s kiss*
Speaking of ass, he loves to bend you over too, allowing himself in nice and deep with a great view and something Juicy to grab.
[ B5 ]
Aftercare:
Aftercare with Eren isn’t anything special unfortunately. He’s another who gets sleepy after sex.
Won’t ignore you though. Often lazy pillow talk is on the cards and telling you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.
Will run his fingers across your scalp to soothe you.
Also will kiss any bite marks or finger bruises he’s left behind and ask if you’re okay.
Relationship with loved ones & becoming serious
[ C1 ]
Friends & Family:
When Eren meet's your friends family he will be polite yet quiet. He wants them to like him but he won't pine for their approval. If they like him, awesome. If they don't...? No big deal.
Same goes with your friends. He'll stay quiet until spoken to at first, but once he's been eased into conversation, he'll flow with it a lot easier.
Again, he'll be polite but don't expect him to kiss ass, because he certainly wont.
[ C2 ]
Marriage:
You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks and onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…
Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.
And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.
You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.
And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.
Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.
Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;
“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”
The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.
The reception is wild.
Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiner's blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.
Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.
Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.
He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.
[ C3 ]
Children:
Eren has a soft spot for children, believe it or not. As seen before the expedition to the forest of giant trees. He sees his old self behind the innocent glint of unaltered admiration within a child's eyes.
He's not super into child play though. He wont pull weird voices or funny faces. He'll sit at their level and speak to them like they were anyone else. Obviously, watching what he says around them.
If they're unchecked and acting themselves, he'll become quickly annoyed as they wreck havoc around him and will have to leave the room or he'll get too agitated.
If his s/o discovers they're pregnant he'll seem to take it well. But inside he's falling apart and freaking out. He won't ever show it to them, but he doesn't know how he could be a father. Would he be like his own? Would he be able to be a good figure to look up to? What if he fails? Is it selfish to bring a child into this cruel world?
He'll be shocked but understandably so. After after a couple of weeks of self-reflection and brooding, he'll start to feel better about the whole thing.
More protective over his s/o than usual. Will make sure they're eating, drinking, resting and god help you if he finds you doing something you shouldn't such as trying to lift something heavy.
Will hold your hair and rub you back, as well as bring you water while you're having your morning sickness.
"Babe? It's four in the afternoon. How come you're still sick?"
"Eren, it's called morning sickness but it can happen any time."
He'll click his tongue. "....That's a dumb name, then."
The first time he feels the baby kick within you, his heart absolutely melts. His eyes enlarge and you could swear you saw them soften with that spark behind his emerald greens he had when you were younger.
His large palm is warm against your stomach as he feels around, the little flutter of your child hitting against his skin making him flinch in surprise at first.
"Woah..." He'll gasp in amazement. "They're already so strong. Hey, y/n? Doesn't that hurt?"
"Sometimes." You'll laugh softly.
He'll gingerly place his face to your skin, a little embarrassed he's doing this; but he feels the need. "...Don't hurt your mom, okay?"
As your pregnancy progresses and you get larger, he will not leave your side. If he has to, he'll be worrying and you'll be occupying his mind. In a modern au, he'll constantly call and text and will get Mikasa or Armin to check in on you often.
Will be so gentle during love making. He's terrified he'll hurt the baby.
One of the only times you've seen Eren panic in his adult life is when your waters break.
You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. Climbed back into bed and felt a strange pressure, followed by a pop. Then a warm gushing sensation. You wait a few seconds to settle your own panic before you nudge Eren awake.
"Eren..."
He'll bolt up, confused. "What? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"
"Eren, my waters have broken."
"Shit. Okay. Shit. What do we do? Shit." He'll leap out of bed and throw the lights on. You get to your feet where more water will start to drop onto the floor. "Shit, shit. I'll get the bag. Do you need help getting dressed? Okay, where's my jacket? WHERE'S MY JACKET?!"
"Eren, honey I need to you calm down."
"Okay, sorry. I'm calm. Shit. Shit..."
Will hold your hand with a worried look the entire time you're in labour. Has water and snacks on hand.
Will watch in amazement as your child is pushed into the world. This magical moment changes something in him, but right now he's not sure what that is.
They will bond immediately. As soon as he holds your son/daughter he can't take his wide gaze off them.
They're inseparable.
Any doubts of being a bad father is washed away as he takes them under his wing and teaches them about the world.
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toxic
• rated m for mature, slight angst
• pairing: boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader
• wc: 1.434
• tw: toxic relationship, explicit language, mild rope play, fingering (f), oral (m&f)- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:
• note: inspired by true events, heh. this isn’t proofread so i’m sorry for any mistakes! i’ll get to it soon! and although i have mixed feelings about this fic, i hope you’ll enjoy it ;-; also, please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes. (psst, don’t be shy to drop by my ask!)
• song recommendation: bitter love - pia mia
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your deep slumber was interrupted by jumbled sounds; they weren’t necessarily too loud, but the continuous groans that followed behind added them up, and you had to force your heavy eyelids to open while mumbling incoherent words that grabbed jisung’s attention. cursing under his breath, he instantly locked his phone, all the noises vanished in just a matter of seconds. “i’m sorry. i should’ve used my earphones,” he said as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up to your chin and wrapped his arms around you, closing the distance. “you always say that then repeat the exact same thing the next day,” you sighed in annoyance and shimmied your way out of his embrace to turn your back against him. you could picture the bitter expression on his face when he wrapped his arms around you again and apologized for the second time, only to be replied with complete silence.
it was undeniable that you got mad over such a small silly matter, but you couldn’t help it. jisung had always been like this—careless. time after time, you’d question him the same thing, which was whether or not his feelings for you were real. meanwhile, it was more or less the same on the other side. jisung just couldn’t wrap his head around how and where you got your energy to stay mad at him 24/7. everything he did seemed to be a crime to you, and it made him cuss at those teenage romcom movies, calling them a scam. despite all the cons and infinite bickers, none of you had ever called it quits.
this is toxic. i should end it.
“baby, look-” you didn’t let him finish the sentence and told him to shut up instead—that was when he withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh, then nothing. turning back, you saw him on his phone again and it made your blood boil so you snatched it away. “what the hell-” “no. it’s you,” you emphasized loud and clear, index finger poking his chest, “what the hell, jisung?” you added, still repeating the same gesture and you could see his expression growing more and more annoyed with each poke, but that didn’t stop you, even after he warned you. “what the fuck do you want? i told you i’m sorry!” scoffing, you ignored him and was about to get off bed when he clutched your hand and pinned you down on the mattress. “answer me, y/n. what the fuck do you want?” he hissed and it made you gulp; feeling small yet your anger was bigger. “fuck off.”
jisung laughed almost sinisterly with his head thrown back, and you trembled underneath him, both over anxiety and excitement as this was a side of him you had never encountered before. “sit,” he ordered as he undressed himself, letting his hardened cock bounced up, slapping against his abs before making his way up to you, resting right below your chest. the close up view of his pink, slightly covered with precum, tip made your eyes glistening. “suck.” like a trained puppy, you obeyed immediately—taking him whole and his mouth agape. although voiceless, pleasure was written all across his face.
your boy liked it slow; it made him feral. he lived for the feeling of having your pretty little plump lips around him; the way you could take him with ease wowed him, and he never got tired of seeing your pathetic state, especially out in public when you could barely open your mouth for days without whimpering in pain. just by imagining it made him shudder and close to release, but he didn’t want that, not yet. “s- stop- ah, fuck!” he yanked you by the hair, but that only made you go for more. you snuck your tongue out to lick his tip, sucking it, making him growl and curse before pushing you back down to the bed. “don’t you fucking move.”
he went to reach for something under the bed—a box which you never knew its existence until then. he opened it, revealing all sorts of his bizarre toy collection. you were taken aback by the surprise and got so immersed in them. jisung took the golden chance to tie your hands with a rope to the headboard. it was only until he let go and your hands got caught up above, that you snapped back in reality, yet still dazzled. this wasn’t the jisung you knew. sure, six months of being and living together couldn’t be considered as a long period, but you and jisung had fucked and talked about sex every single day, almost like it was your daily vitamin, yet such thing never came up.
another sinister laugh left his mouth upon seeing your terrorized expression. “what’s with the face, hmm?” he asked ever so sweetly, caressing your cheek, down to your neck, then to your pajamas, running his fingers up and down the little buttons before ripping them off, buttons scattered everywhere. so long, favorite pjs. your gasp only made it halfway as jisung was quick to smother himself with your bare breasts, sniffing, biting, kissing, licking, pinching, squeezing, marking, literally any possible thing he could do, he did, while you loved and whimpered over it.
you didn’t even have to beg. just your endless heavenly oh’s and ah’s were enough to get jisung down and pulled off your shorts and panties altogether. only taking a brief moment to enjoy the view of your freshly shaved cunt before diving in, and your breath hitched the moment his tongue met your pulsating core. you started grinding against his face, dying for more, and jisung understood, so he slipped in his finger, but that still wasn’t enough. “for fuck sake, ji, just fuck me already!” you cried desperately, not minding the burning pain on your wrists from pulling on the rope harshly.
but jisung didn’t give a damn. you already had a bigger control in the relationship and there was no way he was gonna let you take the lead in sex too. this was the only pride he had left, so he continued, thrusting in another finger easily into your hole, curling them to reach your sweet spot. your breathy moaned drove him over the edge and he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to release. jisung’s tongue left your nub and you nearly cried over the loss of contact, but it was all worth it when you saw him wrapping his other free hand onto his own throbbing cock, pumping it with all his might while still fingering you in ease. every inch of your body grew hotter over the sight, but no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open, the building knot in your abdomen kept causing your eyes to roll back. “so good, j- ji, shit! i’m cum-”
you were unable to finish your sentence, but jisung knew. he could tell from your shaking legs and quickened breaths. “yes, yes, cum for me, baby, cum,” jisung choked out, nearing his own high, and right there and then, you came undone all over his fingers and on the bed, staining the white sheets with your juices. through his squinting eyes, jisung made sure to capture your expression—how pretty you looked with parted lips, rosy cheeks, and crossed eyes. he even slowed his thrust to prevent himself from coming; waiting for your bucking hips to came to a halt before he hurriedly approached you and jerked off right in front of your face, biting his lower lip when he saw you sticking your tongue out just on time when he ejaculated.
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“i’m sorry. i love you, y/n,” jisung uttered, lying on your lap.
“i’m sorry too. i love you, jisung,” you replied, caressing his head.
it was undeniable that you often got mad over small silly matters, but you could still bear with it, although sometimes you’d question whether or not he paid attention to the things you said, but that was it. besides, it was normal for jisung to get lost in his own world. meanwhile, it was more or less the same on the other side. jisung found it a little difficult to understand your moodiness, especially since most of the things he did seemed to annoy you, yet he found your relationship just like how it was in those teenage romcom movies—youthful. so, despite some differences and bickers here and there, none of you had ever called it quits.
this is love. i should fight for it.
right?
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Rivahisu Week 2021
Day VI - F r e e D a y
S t a i n s
1
T H E J A N I T O R
Levi took a long drag on his cigarette as he sat perched near the lip of the gutter, the tiles of the old school roof hot through the pants of his overalls.
It wasn’t even 9am yet at Shiganshina High and the heat was already stifling; he’d rolled both sleeves up as far as they’d reach, popping open the top two buttons at his front to let the air get to his neck. Any more and Principle Zackley was sure to be on his ass about suitable ways to wear his uniform on campus.
Tch.
He’d been flushing the gutters and fixing a couple of loose tiles when raised voices below had drawn his attention, and now he sat watching the debacle unfold on the yard below.
“Eren! You little shithead. Why would you do something like that to Historia!?”
“I’ve told you before, Jean, I don’t know what you mean.”
“Fuck you! Don’t get cute with me.”
Levi had to fight the urge to roll his eyes as he watched Jean Kirchstein, biggest jock in the school, square up to that Eren kid - the one who’d not long moved here and didn’t seem to fit in with the others. Despite this reluctance to get involved with any of the other social groups at the school, from what Levi had observed, the guy still had a knack for attracting trouble wherever he went.
It more often than not involved Jean; especially when gothkasa and her blonde pal were around. It was quite evident to Levi that both boys were affected by and vying for the moody, raven haired girl’s attention.
Fucking teenagers.
He watched Eren turn, now nose to nose with the slightly taller Jean.
No doubt the teaching staff would be too busy fawning over one of Erwin’s new sweater vests or trying to stop Four-Eyes setting up some highly inappropriate experiment in her class lab to be bothered dealing with these assholes before the first bell. Shit’d be over before any of them blinked an eye.
Was Levi just gonna leave them to it? Maybe. He tapped the ash from his lit end into his half-drunk bottle of water wedged into the side of the gutter.
Gothkasa and blondie watched from the sidelines, their faces contorted with concern, although they made no move to break up the quarrel. A couple of other seniors had gathered to watch now, too. Levi’s gaze swept the rest of the vicinity. And then, there she was.
Of course.
Supposedly the cause of all this mess.
The Queen Bee herself.
Levi took another long drag of his smoke, the butt held between his index and middle fingers and thumb, his eyes narrowed in her direction. She was surrounded by her little group of mindless disciples as she leaned casually against a tree, looking utterly uninterested in the ruckus that was unfolding just across the yard from her. In fact, she was studying her fingernails so intently as the blonde oaf from the football team leaned to whisper something in her ear, that Levi knew instantly she was acutely aware of what was happening, and doing everything within her power to not give it an ounce of her attention.
What a stuck up little shit.
As though she’d heard his godamn thoughts, she glanced up at the roof. Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds, but then Eren’s raised voice drew his attention directly below again.
Apparently, things had escalated; Jean now gripping Eren by the collar of his shirt.
“What the hell, you animal? You ripped my fucking shirt!”
Before Jean had chance react, Eren’s fist had connected squarely with his jaw, sending the taller guy stumbling backwards. It had some some half decent power behind it, Levi had to admit; if Eren knew how to actually throw a punch, Jean would be on his ass out cold by now, and things would have been over as quickly as they’d started.
Levi would’ve preferred that. Wouldn’t have had to get involved, if that’d been the case. He was gonna have to teach Eren how to throw a better punch.
Jean righted himself, and then launched at the kid. Levi watched them grapple for a minute, their grunts and curses punctuated by a few cheers and whoops from the other seniors.
He sighed, inhaling the last of his cigarette, and then snatched up his water bottle, dropping in the end.
“Kids drive me to this disgusting habit, I swear to god.”
He was at his ladder, sliding down it with ease, in seconds. The bottle hit the trash can in the corner of the yard with a loud clang.
“Oi! You pair of shits!”
At the sound of his voice, Jean immediately let go of Eren’s shirt and stepped away, eyes wide as he caught view of Levi.
“Uh - yeah - sorry. Was just heading to class.”
“Kirschtein. I’m not teaching staff, so I’m not gonna be handing out detentions any time soon, but if I catch you starting shit again, I’ll put my foot up your ass - regardless of what principle Zackley says. Got it?”
Levi watched the kid light up like a flaming beacon, glancing around at his peers, who were already scattering. “Uh - yeah.” He mumbled another apology, before slinking off.
Eren, however, continued to glare at him from Levi’s other side. Levi folded his arms as he turned. “Hey. You.” Eren turned his gaze to Levi.
Funny. Levi felt a pang of recognition at the fire in his green eyes. Sure did remind him of someone.
“If you’re intent on settling shit with your fists, I suggest you improve that right hook.”
“I …”
He didn’t give him chance to explain himself or come up with some shitty excuse, turning his back on him. He could feel Eren’s eyes boring into him as he left, heading in the direction of the outbuildings and his janitor’s shed.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Queen Bee was still loitering at the edge of the yard, back pressed to the tree. Her cronies had left her now, and something about her expression looked a little different as she stared after him.
Levi didn’t hang around to pay attention to it. He ducked around the corner of the building before he could think on either her or Eren any more.
Whatever had gone on between them all; it was of no consequence to him.
———
The following morning, before classes began, there was a knock on his shed door.
Levi cursed, yanking the arm of his overalls up over his shoulder, concealing the nicotine patch he’d just slapped on to his bicep.
“Yeah?”
When he peered around his steel shelving, filled with rows of meticulously labelled boxes of cleaning products, he caught sight of the visitor in his doorway.
Eren.
“Huh? What’s up?”
Eren blinked at him.
Great. Levi guessed he’d probably damaged something with that shitty temper of his.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “What did you break?”
“Oh, nothing.” Eren shook his head. “I just … what you said, about my punch, yesterday. I was just wondering … could you teach me? How to throw a better punch?”
It was Levi’s turn to blink at Eren now. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “I’m a damn Janitor, not Mr. Miyagi.”
Eren rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I know. It’s just … I heard that, a while back, before you were a Janitor -“
“Whatever you heard, you can keep it to yourself.” Levi turned to head back into the depths of his shed, where he could continue to potter with his odd jobs in peace. “Dumb kids spreading shit,” he muttered to himself.
“Wait - sir -“
He rolled his eyes, pausing.
“Didn’t you hear me yesterday? I’m not teaching staff either. Just call me Levi.”
“Okay then. Levi. If you can’t teach me how to knock Jean out, would it be okay if … sometimes … I stop by here. Maybe help with something? Just during break times. I could do with keeping out of his way for a bit. I don’t really want to get a rep, or anything. It’s just…”
“It’s just, if he starts shit with you, you aren’t going to be able to leave it and walk away?” Levi ventured, arching a brow as he regarded Eren, hands still in his pockets.
“Yeah. I guess. Something like that.”
Levi wanted to roll his eyes again, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Despite Eren being just another one of the kids at school, it felt to Levi that he knew him very well, somehow. He’d seen it all before. That temper; the need to prove yourself. Unwillingness to back down from a challenge.
He’d seen it all before; close to home.
“Sure. Fine. Whatever. Just … don’t get under my feet.”
That one small act - one small moment of kindness on Levi’s part - was how the whole damn mess began.
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T H E Q U E E N B E E
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I've been actively blogging for more than six months, even though I've had a tumblr account for ten years. I started reading One Direction (specifically Larry) fanfiction about the same time.
Originally, I read exclusively canon compliant fiction--I was hungry for industry insider, what-could-have-happened narratives. But I've slowly branched out into other genres. I find fanfic--good fanfic--super calming. When I've had too much stunting, too much noise, I grab a fanfic and immerse myself. So I thought it was time to do a post about my favorites. Keep in mind, I'm terrible at cataloging, and I have over 150 bookmarks on my A03 Account, so this is by no means an exhaustive list.
I'm not including the classics like Tired, Tired Sea and Escapade. While I do love both of those (so well written), because a lot of people know about those already.
My all time favorites are by @helloamhere
1. The Multipicity of Powers - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28580229
Maybe in another universe he isn’t different. Maybe he hadn’t been given an impossible choice. Maybe he wouldn’t have lost everything and broken everything and then fallen impossibly, irrevocably in love with the first next thing that was kind. Maybe in that universe he doesn’t feel like he’s never breathing, always pretending, teaching the kids even though they all have to learn alone, trying hard not to read the headlines, and so afraid, every day, that he won’t be a good enough teammate to the superhero he can’t live without. He knows that love isn’t supposed to feel this way, slid secret under your skin like a surgical razor, an invisible war held close over the tender vein that keeps you alive. On the other hand, Louis wonders, had he ever known how to do it any other way?
Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside.
But this isn’t that universe.
//an X-Men AU.
Me: I never thought I'd love a super hero 1D cross over, but this is so well done. The backstory, the pacing, the characterization, the friendship. Read it.
2. Saving Symphony Hall and it's prequel Night Out - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12633921
“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”
“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”
“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.
“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”
“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.
“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”
“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”
Me: The best sex scene I've ever read is in the prequel Night Out. Sexy, but tender. I love the characterizations in this duo--ABO but not traditional. Doesn't feel out of character.
3. Just Let Me -https://archiveofourown.org/works/11695350
The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.
Me: I love love love this. Harry is so gentle, and Louis is so stubborn and needy. It's ABO but subtle. I'll read this one again and again. It's comforting.
@HelloAmHere is one of the best writers I know--amazing stuff. I also love their werewolf story, but it's not finished, so I won't link it here.
Other favorites:
1. Seven Up by cherrystreet - https://archiveofourown.org/works/5828539
Very loosely based on the British TV show "The Up Series" and somewhat inspired by the song “Something I Need” by Onerepublic, we follow the lives of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson in an interview setting every seven years. They fall apart and come together, their lives and emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time capsule. Louis calls it a pain in the arse.
Me: Trigger Warning, major character death. I literally SOBBED through the end of this. It was lovely and devastating. So good. But be warned.
2. Light, Spark and Fire series by @greenfeelings
Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.
Or, Louis and Zayn run a music label, Liam is Britain’s up-and-coming pop star, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down until he builds his own up, and Niall holds them all together without realising he does.
Me: A nice healthy three-parter. Characters you just want to live with for a while.
3. Relief Next to Me by dolce_piccante - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1117942
AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.
Me: This one is super long, so be prepared when you dive in. It's got a lot of lovely bits, and some great smut.
4. 2012 'Verse by ashavahishta - https://archiveofourown.org/series/27601
Me: This is a five-parter and satisfies my love of canon compliant stories. It spans most of 2012 and into 2013, and illustrates the difficulties of Harry and Louis' relationship amid the band success and management disapproval.
5. Love After the End of the World by mercurial-madhouse (writing_practice) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31251434/chapters/77248901
Society shattered when all electricity suddenly cut off across the globe, plunging the world into darkness. Now, Prometheus Industries is the sole remaining supply of power, a saving grace to those who survived Lights Out. As fugitives in no-man’s land struggling to break into Prometheus HQ, death lurks around every corner for Louis and Zayn. Things get complicated when a routine recon falls apart and Louis collides with Harry and his mates Niall and Liam, survivors with their own agenda.
When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.
Me: Really unusual (as far as I can tell) end of the world story. I loved the characterizations of soul mates here at the end of the world.
6. Flightless Bird by audreyhheart - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6401653/chapters/14656807
AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?
Me: Trigger Warning, sexual assault (by an original character to a major character). This was a little brutal because I hated to see a broken Harry, but it was well written and has a happy ending.
7. Wear It Like A Crown by zarah5 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1816771/chapters/3900322
AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis' teenage fantasies.
Me: I loved Louis in this one--actually they are both pretty great. Scratch that, they are ALL pretty great.
8. Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/3331958/chapters/7285322
Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.
Me: I don't like the self-hate here, but it was necessary for the story and H comes around. Found family vibe.
9. Gods & Monsters by Velvetoscar - https://archiveofourown.org/works/2090982/chapters/4550871
The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did.
Me: I loved Harry in this one. Louis gets there. I don't like Liam, but I don't think you're supposed to. Zayn is great.
10. Own the Scars by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks) - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1010796
Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.
Me: Harry is lovely in this one. Trigger warning, substance abuse and near death.
11. Wild Love by purpledaisy - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1030904
AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It's supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.
Me: I loved this way more than I thought I would. It's lovely and messy and I love it.
12. Victorian Boy by audreyhheart - https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rosann1986/readings?page=6
Victorian AU. Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in York, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.
Me: Historical fiction I didn't intend to love. I LOVE Harry in this one. LOTS of smut, so be warned.
13. Keep Me Closer by zanni_scaramouche - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30752633
Louis expects Harry to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck ass but Louis won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Harry’s even turned around.
What he doesn’t expect is Harry to fucking drop.
Me: lovely, protective Louis just trying to do the right thing.
14. Turning Page by purpledaisy for SockstheDog
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11826345
AU: Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been. Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.
Me: sweet love story. Niall owns a bar, and is pretty great.
15. Freedom Always Comes With a Price by Cyantific - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30278514/chapters/74624262
A shared dream brings them together onto the X-factor stage, but one decision changes Harry and Louis’ lives overnight. Thrust into a world of instant stardom, they're forced to live a lie to sustain their dreams, but years of living in the shadows and under strict management takes its toll.
With the bands impending hiatus, there’s no better time for change, so they think.
Desperate for a solution, they turn to an unlikely source with a radical plan. An unfortunate accident sets everything in motion, but not how they intended, leaving Louis’ memories altered, Harry broken-hearted and full of regret.
Can Harry figure out a way to fix everything? Will he even want to once he sees how Louis moved on after the hiatus? Will Louis ever find out the truth of their past and can he forgive Harry after all this time?
In the end, two friends find out that memories are elusive, trust is everything and love is the only antidote.
Me: Heartbreaking when they lose each other, but really good in the end.
16. Little Technicolor Things by scary_crow - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6025519/chapters/13821628
Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.
17. Hold You Now by solvetheminourdreams - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30253536/chapters/74556744
Three years ago, Harry Styles said goodbye to communications consultancy firm McQuiston Worldwide, leaving a life of travel and agency PR behind. When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.
Me: Niall is great. They almost miss each other in this one, and you just want to bash them over the head. But they figure it out.
18. At Risk, I Fold by clare328 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26542480
2015 is a stream of hotel rooms and whisky on the rocks, tired glances and touching hands under tables. It’s the bears and the bees under a rainbow sky, and Harry and Louis have to figure out how to grow up together, instead of apart.
Me: A canon compliant fic that feels like it could have really happened. Set in 2015. Lovely first chapter and scene where Harry writes If I Could Fly--i could read that chapter over and over.
19. Into The Blue by zarah5 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1035822/chapters/2065499
AU. In which Louis is Harry's scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can't be all that difficult to convince Harry that they're on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.
Me: AKA the Scuba fic.
20. Tie Your Heart by ArcadianMaggie - https://archiveofourown.org/works/546688/chapters/973236
Harry grows wings.
Me: How can you not love a fic where Harry grows wings? Trigger warning: injury of a major character.
21. I think I'll end this here. My last and probably first favorite (read it more than once) is...
my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach - https://archiveofourown.org/works/934996/chapters/1820282
When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.
Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they're put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn't know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry's always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.
A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.
Me: I LOVED the Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, and I'm a huge fan of time travel, so this is right up my alley. It's really well done, weaving canon into fantasy and then going years forward in tme. I love everything about it. Great character development. Really good smut. Trigger warning, there's a little underage sex, so be aware. Anyway, LOVE this one so much.
I'll add to this but it's already longer than I meant it to be.
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