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juyeonszn · 5 months

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CLUMSY

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 6.03k

GENRES smut ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader and juhak are bio lab partners, juhak is lowkey a bit of a loser BUT DW HE REDEEMS HIMSELF, mentions of alcohol, a game of rage cage…, he’s down insanely bad, the flirting goes kinda crazy, someone calls the cops, they run from said cops, reader is Nawt wasting any time, pet names (juhak calls reader princess), tbh they’re both switches in some ways, kitchen sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, edging, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie lol

SUMMARY when haknyeon ran into you at a tbz party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. or literally. or both simultaneously. but there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

MORE andddddd here we go 🫡 second fic of the black out or back out collab 🙏 i forgot to link the masterlist in the last one so im gonna link it in this one in case u wanna read any of the others!! ANYWAY i had such a fun time writing this one, any excuse i get to write for juhak, i will take trust <3 if u enjoyed, don’t forget to reblog! and pls check out the other fics so far!!

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Okay. So maybe trying to secure a girlfriend at a party wasn’t exactly Haknyeon’s best idea.

But, hey. You had to give him some credit. At least he was making an attempt. Most of his other frat brothers weren’t even making an effort. They seemed perfectly satisfied with charming their ways into random girls’ pants every weekend. Unfortunately, or fortunately considering he was a gentleman, Haknyeon wasn’t into that sort of thing.

It was just a little embarrassing that Kim Sunwoo’s love life had more progress than his own. Sunwoo was literally the resident loser bitch boy of the TBZ house. How was he closer to getting a girlfriend than he was? It made absolutely no sense.

Ju Haknyeon thought of himself as a catch. He was pretty neat, his room was cleaner than most guys’ his age. He knew how to cook basic meals, again, more than the average college sophomore. His car wasn’t on its last leg. (Cough cough… Kim Sunwoo, I’m looking at you.) He was a decent dude. He supported women’s rights and wrongs!

Apparently that was not enough these days.

“…And I need you to make sure the fridge is stocked completely. I’m not trying to drink my coffee without cream tomorrow morning because some idiot drank it while they were drunk.” Sangyeon commands, typing something furiously on his phone as some of the other guys move around the furniture.

“Bruh, I was in charge of buying everything last time. Why can’t someone else do it?” Kevin groans. Something else that wasn’t Haknyeon’s best idea? Walking into the kitchen during this very conversation. “What about JuHak? He looks like he has nothing better to do.”

“Yeah, whatever. That’s fine. Hak, I’m airdropping you the list.” Sangyeon waves his hand in dismissal, returning to his extensive presidential duties.

The sophomore deadpans, but doesn’t have the energy to argue back. You know, the usual fraternity was just a bunch of rich guys with more money than the tuition of each TBZ brother combined. However, the Tau Beta Zeta house was not your usual fraternity. It really was just a bunch of normal dudes thrown together. Though, Lee Sangyeon ran it like it was the fucking Navy.

Haknyeon accepts his defeat and grabs his things, heading out to the supermarket to shop for tonight’s party. Alcohol duty sucked more than door duty, in his opinion. You were sent out all alone, tasked with bringing back enough liquor and beer to last until early hours of the morning. It was a near impossible mission, unless you were Kevin Moon and good at practically everything in the world.

He pushes around the shopping cart mindlessly, though he knows he’ll have to make another trip. A long sigh leaves his lips as he enters the alcohol aisle. He fills the bottom of the cart with different cases of beer until he thinks he may drop one, and then starts to place things in the basket. He feels like a dumbass hauling it over to the registers, like everyone can see right through him.

He has to remind himself that this is for a good cause, that it’ll be worth it when everyone is enjoying themselves at the party. His actions won’t be in vain. Even after the second trip with another cart full of beer and various liquor bottles, Haknyeon keeps repeating affirmations in his head. This has to be the party.

In fact, he thinks his thoughts have manifested into reality when he sees you walking into the grocery store at the same time he’s leaving. You’re his pretty Bio lab partner. He’s always too nervous to hold a substantial conversation with you, so he settles for the bare minimum, which is unfulfilling small talk during your labs. It’s never what he needs though. Aside from your name, Haknyeon knows nothing about you.

“Y/N?” What he wants right now, however, is to shoot himself in the foot for sounding so unsure.

You glance up from your phone, a smile lighting up your face when you recognize him. “Haknyeon! Hey! What’s up?”

“Last minute preparations for the TBZ party tonight,” he gestures at his shopping cart with pursed lips. “You?”

“That’s so funny that you say that! My friends and I are going—“ You eye his cart with confusion. “Wait, I didn’t know you were in Tau Beta Zeta.”

“Yeah…” Haknyeon laughs awkwardly. “Surprise!”

You giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t seem like the frat boy type. Then again, TBZ isn’t your average frat so, I guess that kinda adds up.”

Haknyeon’s not sure if he should take that as a compliment or not, but since it’s coming from you, he decides that he will. The realization that you mentioned you’d be attending the party finally sets in at that same moment. “So, I’ll see you later, then?”

You nod, smile widening. “Yeah, I’m just grabbing a bottle for us to bring with. But I’ll be there. Maybe we’ll bump into each other.”

God, he hopes so. This is the perfect opportunity for him to swoop in and learn everything he’s been dying to know about you. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know… I’m a busy man. It might be a little hard.”

That cute little laugh of yours makes another appearance. “I’ll be on the lookout, don’t worry. See you tonight, Haknyeon.”

Ju Haknyeon thinks that he must’ve done something monumental in a past life, like saving a dog from a burning building or stopping a world war. How else would the universe reward him this kindly? All he can do is wave as you maneuver around an elderly couple passing by into the store.

Maybe Kevin Moon wasn’t that bad. And maybe Lee Sangyeon wasn’t as big of a tyrant as he made him out to be. He could actually kiss the ground they walked on for forcing him into alcohol duty. If it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t have ran into you and he wouldn’t have known you were attending the party. Now he has something to look forward to that isn't getting shitfaced.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Haknyeon looks away from his mirror, Hyunjae standing in the doorway. He has a cringe on his face at the sight of his outfit. It wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever worn, but it was… a bit too much. A black button up and black slacks was admittedly not the best frat party fit. The only good thing he had going for him was his hair that was styled for once, parted so his bangs framed his face nicely.

“This girl I’m kinda into is coming tonight. I need to look irresistible.” The younger explains, arms flailing at his sides.

“Okay, well you won’t accomplish that in this,” Hyunjae snorts, digging through his closet. “If she’s into you too, she won’t care what you’re wearing. Just throw on something you’d normally wear. Like… this! This is nice.”

Hyunjae holds up a black t-shirt and a black-washed denim jacket. Haknyeon hums. It was simple, but also once he put it on he wouldn’t feel like a douchebag, which was the whole goal here. Paired with some khaki cargo pants, he’s found a winner. He begrudgingly thanks his senior for the assistance, shooing him out of his bedroom so he can mentally prepare for the night ahead of him.

He doesn’t even know what to bring up now that he really tosses the idea around in his head. Yeah, he wants to learn more about you and what you’re like outside of your Bio lab, but specifically what he couldn’t say. Haknyeon was starting to feel like a lost cause. He had to clutch up tonight. He had to woo you so much that you had no choice but to fall for his cute face and endearing personality. But how was he meant to do that if he couldn’t even come up with topics to talk with you about?

Maybe he was just thinking too far into things. Perhaps he should just let it all go with the flow. Moving at an au natural pace was probably his best bet in comparison to Sunwoo’s soccer ball plan. (He’s still confused how that worked in his favor.)

Before he knows it, the party is swinging into full effect. This is the first time Haknyeon’s ever been so socially aware of his surroundings. He had a habit of blurring his atmosphere at these things, more interested in getting drunk with his buddies than paying attention to the attendees. As he stands in a corner of the living room, listening to Chanhee complain about treasurer stuff, he watches each and every person who enters the house.

When you finally do walk in, he has to physically stop himself from choking on the beer in his cup, biting the rim of the plastic in a weak attempt to sedate himself. If he thought you were gorgeous before in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, he doesn’t know what to call you now. You’re laughing at something one of your friends said, dolled up in a black mini skirt and a black cropped halter top while hugging a bottle of Pink Whitney to your chest. He could probably pass out right here right now.

He almost does, but then Chanhee is slapping his back aggressively. “Wipe the drool off of your chin. God, am I the only one who still has a brain?”

“Shut the fuck up, Chanhee, go cry about your life somewhere else.” Haknyeon dismisses his senior, downing the rest of his drink for some liquid courage. Though he is, he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, so he’s not going up to you this quickly. Instead, he heads into the kitchen to get another drink, rolling his neck like he’s preparing for the biggest win of the century.

It’s as he’s pouring some jungle juice into a fresh cup that you see him. A smile similar to the one from the store graces your features. There was only one person with a back like that, and it was your cute lab partner. You keep an arm wrapped around your bottle, tapping his shoulder lightly. He spins around confusedly, but the expression morphs into pleasant surprise immediately after.

“Pink Whitney? Easy choice,” he points at the bottle in your grasp. “Are you a lightweight, Y/N?”

Your cheeks warm up at the teasing remark. Upon first meeting, Haknyeon’s been an awkward mess around you. You can only assume the confidence stems from the fact that he’s within his element. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were implying that you want me to get you drunk.” He tucks a hand into one of his jacket pockets, the other bringing his cup to his mouth. He’s unconscious of the source of this sudden bravery, but he prays it doesn’t fade off anytime soon.

“Maybe I do…” You bite your lip, undoing the seal of the Pink Whitney bottle to take a sip. It burns your throat slightly. “I’ve never hung out with a frat boy before. I kinda wanna see what the hype is all about.”

Haknyeon thinks he might pass out again, because if he wasn’t so acutely aware of your entire interaction, he would think you’re flirting with him. Friendliness was a double edged sword in this day and age. But who knows, maybe you are flirting. You showed up with your friends but they were nowhere to be found now. He needed to take advantage of the opening.

It’s around this time that Younghoon and Juyeon are bringing out the fated beer pong table, a crowd already beginning to form nearby. He feels sorry for the poor suckers who have to play Changmin and his girlfriend.

“We should play beer pong!” You suggest, watching the pair of taller guys setting up the cups over his shoulder. Haknyeon can sense the color draining from his face. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve shut the idea down insanely fast, but because it was you, he was genuinely contemplating. Those who went up against the infamous TBZ party beer pong champions were in for a rude awakening, but if you wanted to...

“Uh—“ He starts but then he’s interrupted.

“Yo! Who’s down to play Rage Cage?!”

Juyeon’s voice is somehow louder than the music, carrying into the kitchen where the two of you stand. Haknyeon wasn’t the greatest Rage Cage player, but he enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than beer pong. Especially when he stood beside people who didn’t understand the concept of the game.

You chug some more Pink Whitney, batting your eyelashes up at Haknyeon. “I’ve never played Rage Cage. Is it fun?”

“If you’re next to the right people it can be, but if you aren’t, then it’s a whole lot of drinking. We haven’t played Rage Cage at a TBZ party in a while, but the last time we did Eric Sohn almost had to get his stomach pumped.” He laughs a little at the memory of his friend spending the rest of his night cuddling with a toilet seat. The mental picture overshadows how enticing you look right now.

“Do you think you can teach me?” You ask sweetly, hoping that he takes the hint. He seemed like the type of guy who wouldn’t make the first move unless you forced him to, so it appeared that you had your work cut out for you.

“You wanna play?” He turns to you with wide eyes, almost as if he hadn’t expected you to show interest in the game. You give him a small nod, tucking some hair behind your ear. The truth of the matter was that you were a fucking liar. You’ve played Rage Cage plenty of times in the past. You were actually pretty decent at it, too. You just needed an excuse to spend the night around him.

“We better head over there now. It looks like the table is filling up.” You jab your pinkie in that general direction. Haknyeon blows a raspberry and leads you that way, his hand resting on the small of your back so he won’t lose you in the pack of people surrounding the table.

“Forewarning, my rap sheet doesn’t really read World Class Rage Cage Champ,” he laughs nervously, the anxiety beginning to eat at him all over again. “But I promise, I won’t let you get stacked.”

When Haknyeon said he wasn’t the worst, but wasn’t good at Rage Cage, you took his word. Except he severely overplayed his own skill. Maybe he was just extremely on edge and it threw off his game, but the amount of times he was stacked on was a little comical. At the very least, he kept his promise. You hadn’t got stacked once, but that was also only because Haknyeon would drink for you every time you almost did.

The room is sort of spinning by the time the first game has finished. Playing a drinking game while he’s trying to get to know you better was probably at the higher portion of his ‘BAD IDEAS!!!’ list. If he wasn’t so eager to please and followed along to each of your suggestions, perhaps he’d be having a different conversation. That was not the case, though.

You can’t help but feel a little guilty for the turn out. All you’d wanted was to flirt with your lab partner, possibly end the night with some making out. As it was looking, that’s not the path you were heading down, but rather towards the kitchen for some water to sober him up some. Your bottle of Pink Whitney is long lost, replaced with a bottle of H2O. You hold his chin, tilting it back slightly to pour some into his mouth.

If he hadn’t already had the fattest crush on you, he definitely did now. Pretty and nice? You were the total package. Here you were, nursing him back to sobriety when you could’ve been out and about enjoying yourself with your friends. Up this close, he gets a detailed look at you. It’s so weird for him to think about how much he’s pined after you since the start of the semester, how much he’s admired the face that’s looking at him with this unfamiliar tenderness. He never thought he stood a chance. You know, that whole ‘nice guys finish last’ pick me boy vibe.

“Y/N—” He’s cut short, Juyeon’s voluminous voice resonating throughout the house again, sans the music.

“Everybody who isn’t Tau Beta Zeta, get the fuck out! Someone called the cops!”

Of course. Nobody ever calls the cops on a TBZ party but of fucking course the one time Haknyeon gets shoot his shot with you, someone narcs. He actually thinks he might die. He might keel over and die in the middle of this party while the cops are raiding the place. Lee Sangyeon is gonna be thrown in the back of a police cruiser for letting people drink underage and then send them his way because he bought all of the alcohol. This was just his luck.

Without a word, you grab his hand and drag him out through the back door. You follow the flock of other party goers escaping the wrath of the police. It’s difficult to run in a mini skirt and strappy heels, but you don’t really have room to whine about it. Haknyeon doesn’t know if there’s ever a right time to tell you that you could’ve just gone up to his room, but figures it’s too late when you're hopping the short fence that goes out to the main street of Greek Row.

One would think that he’d sobered up at this point since he was, you know, on the run from the law. Yet for some reason Ju Haknyeon himself doesn’t even know, he’s still feeling the effects of the alcohol, tripping over that stupid fucking fence and falling flat on his face. Thankfully, he lands on the grassy part just before the sidewalk, but it doesn’t make the situation any less embarrassing.

You don’t give him recovery time, pulling him to his feet. He holds a hand to the side of his face that received the harshest of the impact, expecting to wake up to a nasty bruise tomorrow. He’s also unsure where exactly you’re taking him, but is afraid of asking out of fear that you’ll send his ass back to the frat house and have him arrested or something. (He had a bad habit of over complicating situations and coming up with the worst possible scenarios.)

Once the commotion has died out and there’s no one else around, you slow your pace. You turn to face him with a grin, holding both of his hands in yours as you walk backwards. “Are you cool with staying the night at my place?”

Truly, Haknyeon needs to know what act of nobility he committed in his previous life. He needs to go back in time and thank himself for whatever it was. Even with fumble after fumble, he was somehow bouncing back and receiving major compensation for sticking it out. He swallows thickly, nodding dumbly when he realizes he hasn’t given you a proper response.

“Um… Yeah— I mean— yes. That’s fine. That’s totally fine.” He word-vomits, stumbling over his tongue rather than his feet. Being down bad was one of his strongest personality traits. And being clumsy was second strongest, so you don't even have to imagine how terrible a combination of both would be.

The walk to your apartment knocks any lingering inebriation out of his system. He’s entirely too hyper aware of what’s happening as you guide him in that direction. It’s cooler out, the temperature dropping in the nighttime as the end of the semester approaches. If there was another reason to be grateful for this party, it was because he no longer had to worry about not making a move before your last lab together. As much as he despised Biology, he’d take it every day if it meant getting to see you.

He actually feels like he may throw up as you reach your place, his hands sticking into the pockets of his jacket to hide the clamminess of his palms. His nerves are creeping up on him once more, a dark cloud looming over him. He shouldn’t be this jumpy at this point of the night. He should be composed, prepared to sweep you off your feet after spending so much time with you. Why the hell is he sweating bullets right now?

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you curtsy. “Would you like something to drink? Water, maybe?”

“Th-That would be great,” Haknyeon forces out, waddling behind you into the kitchen like a baby duckling following its mother. “You have a nice apartment.”

“Really? Thank you!” You can’t help but giggle at his jitters and the way he keeps rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. A sense of déjà vu rushes over you when you pass him a cup. “Living alone has its perks, I guess. I like that I don’t have to argue with anyone about how to decorate and things like that.”

“It sounds a lot more enjoyable than living with a bunch of men in their early twenties,” he smiles weakly as he accepts the glass of water from you. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thin the walls are in that house.”

“Do they have sex often?” You ask him bluntly, head cocking to the side almost innocently. He chokes on the water he just sipped, nearly spilling it onto the floor.

“W-What?” He sputters.

“I’m assuming that’s what you’re talking about,” you shrug, facing away from him so you can grab yourself something to drink, also. “We should get back at them.”

You don’t know how many more bones you can throw for him to understand what you're insinuating. Even the frat boy comment you made earlier was intentional. Haknyeon’s mouth goes dry and his eyes widen like a cartoon character’s. What the fuck?

“I’ve never brought a girl back to the house before, because I don’t want them to make fun of me or something— not that I’m saying I would take you back to the house! I mean I just would feel bad if you also got made fun of— not that I’m referring to having sex with you or anything!” The glass in his hands is on the verge of slipping from his grip. “Not that I don’t want to have sex with you— oh my god— um wow, that’s a very lovely fruit bowl you have there I—“

“Hak,” you interject his rambling, wearing a mischievous smile.

The nickname drives him fucking insane. Scratch him possibly dying. If he isn’t dead by the end of the night, he’ll be shocked. Perplexed. Perturbed. Puzzled. Any shock-adjacent synonym you can think of. That will be him. “Y-Yes?”

“Can you shut up and kiss me already?”

Honestly, you don’t have to ask him twice. His lips are on yours in seconds, fingers fisting the material of your skirt at your hips to steel himself. You moan in response to the sheer frenzy behind his actions. It’s so easy to lose yourself in the haste of it; the way you tug at his hair, the blunt edges of his nails digging into your sides, the near clashing of your teeth. He nibbles at your bottom lip, sighing when you allow his tongue to permeate your mouth. He’s content to do nothing but this, kissing you is enough to satiate the desire he’s harbored for you for months. However, with the franticness of your kiss, he knows you want more.

He inches you both backwards until your lower back hits the counter, and then he’s cupping beneath your thighs to hoist you up. His strength sends tidal waves pulsing throughout your whole being, hurriedly pushing the material of his denim jacket off of his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor without a care. Your hands travel south as his lips trail along your jaw and neck, sucking and biting your supple skin wherever he feels fit. He hisses into the dip where your collarbone meets your shoulder when you palm him through his pants.

“Fuck, babe, you want me bad, don’t you?” He mutters into the column of your throat, teeth sinking into the flesh after.

“Mhmm,” you whine, craning your neck to give him more access to the surface. It’s like a switch has flipped in him and it turns you on unbearably. This is what you’ve been trying to coax out of him all night.

Haknyeon pries apart your legs, slotting himself between them so he can sneak his fingers beneath your skirt. His thumb rubs tight circles into your clothed clit, the lace of your underwear damp with your arousal. He connects your lips again, groaning into your kiss when he moves the fabric aside and slides his knuckle through your folds. You buck up your hips, whimpering when he holds them down with his forearm.

“Want more,” you gasp when he applies a bit of pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“‘More’ what? Use your words, princess,” he instructs, tracing your entrance with his ring finger.

You shake your head because you’re not even sure what it is that you want. You just know that this isn’t enough to quell the hunger burning at your chest. It’s not nearly sufficient to fan the flames in the depths of your heart or the ache in the pit of your abdomen. You need him everywhere. It’s beyond him being your cute Bio lab partner now.

He urges you onto your elbows, pecking the plane of your stomach. He pushes up your skirt and discards your panties, baring you to the cool air of your apartment. Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses your clit gently. Your head is light and airy and it’s like you’re on cloud nine. Haknyeon hums against you, pulling off to scold you.

“Eyes open, baby,” he nudges his nose on your pelvic bone. “Want you to watch me eat you out.”

The moan you release is strained, like it had been confined in the back of your throat for ages until this moment. He flattens his tongue and licks a line from your hole to your clit, suckling the engorged skin and repeating. Your eyelids are heavy, keeping your intense gaze on him as he all but makes out with your pussy. He focuses his mouth on your clit and slips his middle finger into you. He pumps it in and out languidly, setting a rhythm that matches each swirl of his tongue around your clit.

The whole scene still feels unreal to both of you, like you might wake up from a wet dream or something. How was it possible that Ju Haknyeon was finger fucking you on your kitchen counter? Just a couple days ago, you were sitting side by side in your Biology lab, too nervous to initiate a substantial conversation. You’d think it would be harder to slob on someone’s knob than it would be to talk to them while wearing a fuckass lab coat and goggles.

Haknyeon works his forearm up, pinning down your thighs so your cunt is fully accessible. He adds a second finger to the mix, thrusting them at a higher speed and increasing the unrelenting sucking of your bundle of nerves. He can tell you’re creeping closer towards your climax with the way your walls clench around him and your hips continue to jerk up. And considering the kind of person he was, you figured he would aid you rather than hinder you. But you figured wrong.

He slows his assault, removing his mouth from your clit and leaving the stimulation at just his two fingers. You whine, lip quivering when he looks up into your eyes.

“W-Why are you— what are you doing?” You plead, hating the tone of your voice. The tables have turned, with you sitting beside desperation. This is so unlike you— so unlike the usual domineering aura you exude during sex— your body reacting differently to the power falling through the cracks within your grasp.

“Don’t you wanna savor the moment, princess?” He sounds so cocky, a far cry from the wavering confidence you’d always seen out of him. He kisses the skin of your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the area you need him most, all the while he continues curling and uncurling his fingers.

The precipice of your orgasm is right there, you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue. But Haknyeon holds it just out of reach, dangling it in your face like teasing a dog with a chew toy. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a false sense of hedonism building and building, then slowly ebbing away each time he retracts. You open your mouth, but no sound comes out.

Just when you’ve given up hope, he adds a third finger and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. The sudden and unexpected intrusion snaps that familiar cord in half, blinding you with white hot pleasure. The groan that escapes from the base of your chest is guttural, echoing throughout the kitchen. You don’t have it in you to worry about waking your neighbors, especially not when you feel the curve of a smile against your cunt, such an uncharacteristic response from Haknyeon.

Your legs spasm as the height of your orgasm calms. You pull him down for a wanton kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. He laughs at the role swap, hands flat on the counter to hold him over you. “Feel good?”

“So good, Hak,” you murmur into his lips. “Think you can fuck me like that next?”

“So impatient,” he snickers, pecking along your jaw once more. “But since you’ve been so good for me, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

You clumsily undo the button and zipper of his cargoes, pushing them down with your foot. He steps out of them and kicks them away while simultaneously removing his t-shirt. You take your top off and shimmy out of your skirt, raising an eyebrow at the narrowed look in his eyes. “What?”

“Do you have a condom?”

“No,” you poke your cheek with your tongue. “But, I don’t care if you wear one. I’d rather feel you raw, anyway.”

His forehead drops to your shoulder. “God, you’re killing me. Okay.”

He shoves down his briefs and you have to stop yourself from gawking at his size. While he wasn’t the biggest, he was definitely bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with. He pumps himself a couple times, guiding his length to your entrance and throwing his head back when the tip presses into you. This was really happening, holy shit. Ju Haknyeon was actually having sex with you.

Your toes curl and you stab your nails into your palms to distract from the stinging stretch. He eases into you with the occasional grunt, minding your expressions for any signs of discomfort. When all he sees is your features contorted to display pleasure, he resumes. By the time he’s bottomed out completely, both of you are moaning messes. You feel so full, stuffed to the brim with the weight of his cock.

“I’ve wanted to be inside of you for so fucking long,” he admits, speaking the words into your sticky skin as he drags himself out only to piston back in. The action throttles you a bit, your eyes tempted to roll to the back of your head from how fucking good it feels. You can’t conjure coherent thoughts to properly convey how many endorphins are coursing through your veins.

Haknyeon sets a pace that combines the perfect amount of speed and depth, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep in your cunt. Your brain is hazy and your vision blurs, hardly able to see anything in front of you. His mouth attaches to the pulse point on your neck, ensuring he bruises the area.

“Y-You’re— fuck— you’re s-so deep, Hak. I can feel you all over,” you wail, bringing one of his hands to tamp your lower stomach. The pressure contributes to the growing tension of your second orgasm, something you know will collide into you with even more exertion than the first.

“Yeah? You’re taking me s-so well, baby. No one else has ever fucked you this good, right?” Sweat beads on his hairline, dripping down his temples with every thrust of his hips and every drive of his cock into your sweet pussy. Even if he really did somehow manage to die tonight, he could do it with integrity. He could go out with the honor of a fallen soldier knowing that he got to experience this at least once in his life.

He hikes one of your knees up to your chest, burying his dick deeper if humanly possible. You arch your back, pushing into his chest to minimize the space between you, antsy at the promise of another release as mind blowing as the last. He brings you to the edge of the counter so you’re now hip to hip. Haknyeon snakes a hand in the middle of your bodies, using his thumb to rub circles into your clit. That stimulation coupled with the depth of his cock encourages the fluttering of your walls, in turn drawing out the state of bliss you’ve been chasing.

Your vision goes blank, stars painting the behinds of your eyelids. A second orgasm crests upon you and evokes a moan so pornographic, it sounds far away from you. It’s a dreamlike euphoria, an almost out of body experience that puts every other orgasm to shame. The surface of your skin is hot to the touch.

“Where do you want me, princess?” Haknyeon asks breathily. In the calamity of your own release, you nearly forgot about his until you register the twitching inside of you. It pauses the static in your ears, returning the volume of the world to its normality.

“Cum inside of me,” you whine, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. He doesn’t need to be told another time, grip tightening on your thigh as he spills into your cunt.

The two of you stay still for a moment, allowing clarity to flow into your brains. You wince when he finally has half the mind to pull out, his nose scrunching up at the sensitivity. He slides his underwear back on, extremely conscious of how naked he is right now. He has an inkling that you were anticipating that this would happen, because why else would you ask him to stay over tonight? But, he is the Ju Haknyeon that you’ve sat next to this entire semester in your Biology lab. So he couldn’t just march forward without a little overthinking and self deprecation.

“Do you still want me to stay?” His voice has reverted back to that small, unsure tone. You sit up quickly, alarmed by the twinge of disappointment underneath it.

“Of course, I do,” you pout, kissing his cheek and lacing your fingers together. “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the year, Hak. Sure, maybe I skipped a couple steps in between, but I have wanted this so badly— I have wanted you so badly— for you don’t even know how long.”

He chuckles, tucking some hair behind your ear. He leaves a sweet kiss on your lips, softer and gentler than the ones from earlier that night. He’s intentional with the way he glides them in harmony, like he was following the melody of the most beautiful song. “Oh trust me, I think I have an idea.”

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dreamywriter143 · 11 months

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HII!! I HOPE YOU DOIN AWESOME♡

I like your writings sooo if your requests are open, could you please make this...it's neteyam xfem!human reader where she is close to spider and they play fight almost all the time and neteyam begins to feel a bit jealous cause he thinks that the reader would probably choose spider over him cause he's human like her.

That's it and if that's not suitable for you you could just ignore it it's okayy!!

Pfft, Me? Jealous?

Status: Request by Anon (It's related to my other fic called 'Breathtaking', give it a read if you'd like! This fic can be considered as Pt 1.5?😅, dw I’m working on Pt2 of ‘Breathtaking’)

Parings: Neteyam x HumanReader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Neteyam being a jealous cutie, Spider being oblivious, Lo'ak being.....Lo'ak.

Summary: Neteyam is always calm, collected and always thinks things through. He never lets anything slip his façade without thinking it over. So why is it he cannot control his emotions when he watches Spider get way to chummy with Y/n?

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Thank you for your request Anon! Thank you so much for the love and support ❤️❤️ I hope you like how I fulfilled your request!

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“What are they doing?” Neteyam whispers angrily, his eyes glaring into the two figures a few feet away from him that who to have forgotten his existence entirely.

Lo’ak, who was seated next to him, helping his older brother sharpen the arrow heads, snickers in amusement. His eyes took in how Neteyam watched Spider and Y/n, who laughed amongst each other's company.

Kiri had invited Spider and Y/n to hangout for the day as she leisurely gathered some herbs for her grandmother. Naturally, Lo’ak joined the group enjoying Y/n’s company and wanting to help Neteyam with his chore of the day whilst hanging out with Spider.

Neteyam, on the other hand, was beyond ecstatic when he had heard Y/n was going to join them again. The human who had the ability to breathe the dense pandorian air around her without a mask.

Over the past few weeks that she's been around, tagging along with Spider and the Sully children Neteyam has grown some sort of fondness towards the tiny human. An attraction, if you will.

He rather enjoyed her company and always looked forward to spending time with her, always looking for an excuse to be around her. Even if it meant he’d have to give up patrol to sharpen dull arrow heads just be near her. He didn’t know when or how he’d grown this attachment, but it was deep.

It could have been the moment he laid eyes on her, watching her carefully as she tried to catch her breath when she stumbled into the clearing he had been scouting upon. Or when she easily and gracefully interacted with a Atokirina (woodsprite), proving to him that she was indeed special. That she was chosen.

But he knew she took his breath away the moment her mask broke off, the moment he was able to clearly see her face without the intrusion of that human invention.

Neteyam ignored the fluttery feeling that consumed him, chalking it up to being in the heat of the moment.

But as days progressed, the more he lingered near Y/n, the more he realized the fluttery feeling was increasing, morphing into a feeling he wasn't quite familiar with.

Something new.

“What are you laughing at? I don't see anything funny…..” Neteyam grumbles in annoyance , refusing to tear his eyes away from watching how Y/n’s fingers danced around Spider’s large ones as they weaved a flower crown together.

“I've never seen you mad before” Lo’ak muses, his eyes crinkling with all the humor dwelling within. He watches how Neteyam scrunches his nose in distaste the longer he watches them.

Finally giving in he turns to his brother, his fingers gripping the quiver in his hands tightly.

“Mad? How am I mad?” Neteyam raises an unamused eyebrow at his brother's accusation causing Lo’ak to scoff.

Lo’ak gestures to Neteyam’s back, pointing at the fact his tail swished and thumped against the ground he crouched upon angrily. Clearly showcasing emotions he tried to contain.

“That means nothing, you Skxawng!” He huffs out, his yellow orbs quickly glancing at Spider and Y/n who seem to huddle close together, giggling quietly. Neteyam clenched his teeth at the sight, turning to his brother again. His murderous stare deepened causing Lo’ak to gulp back in slight fear, laughing nervously.

Lo’ak places the quiver on the soil as he raises his hands up in mock surrender, the smile remaining on his face, “Ok fine you're not mad, then explain why are you jealous?” Lo’ak smirks mischievously, finding entertainment in the way Neteyam’s eyes widened as he sputters out a quick reply.

“WHa-Me? Jealous? Pfft. Never.”

The sneaky glance that Neteyam sends Y/n’s way again does not go unnoticed as Lo’ak bursts out in laughter. Neteyam’s face flushes purple at his brother's sudden reaction.

His ears twitch, catching the sounds of Y/n’s laughs dying down. Presumably looking over at Lo’ak, who was wiping his eyes from his outburst.

“You should see the look on your face bro, you are oozing jealousy!” Lo’ak snickers, his eyes catching those of Spider’s and Y/n who wave at him playfully across the clearing. He returns it, his smirk widening as Neteyam tries to regain composure.

“If looks could kill, Spider would be dead by now” Lo’ak adds teasingly. Neteyam coughs awkwardly to clear his throat.

“What would I be jealous about? He has nothing I desire,” Neteyam points out stubbornly, his voice cracking at the end. Lo’ak turns back to his brother, resting his index finger on his chin in a thinking motion.

“Mhm, let me think” he hums, enjoying how Neteyam clung on to his words. His own chore, long forgotten.

“Maybe over the fact Spider and Y/n are super close?” He starts off, causing Neteyam to flinch at his words.

“They grew up together and in very close quarters. They’ve known nothing else , but each other,” Neteyam’s frown only deepens.

“Aaanndd……the fact that they have a lot in common. They are both human,” Lo’ak states, noting the flash of pain that crosses his brother's eyes.

Neteyam’s ears flatten against his head as his brother's words seep into him. For a moment Lo’ak feels guilty for teasing him, but if all this teasing caused Neteyam to realize his contained emotions then so be it. He would be brother of the year if he got the two clueless lovebirds together.

“T-that doesn't mean anything. Why would I even care? I just find it odd how they are so…..close all the time” Neteyam shrugs it off, not making eye contact with Lo’ak.

“Mhm, you sure you're not in denial?” Lo’ak tries again, scooting closer to the cowering older Na’vi. Neteyam jolts up, his eyes darting around Lo’ak’s with annoyance. His tail swished behind him violently at the challenge.

“I'm not! I'm just feeling……weird” he admits, looking back at the ground, he kicked the dirt in between his toes as a form of distraction. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but he didn't want to know what it was. At least not yet.

It was bad enough that he had been treating Spider differently lately, always seeming annoyed with his presence with a permanent scowl whenever he saw them together. He didn’t hate him, it’s just that recently he has been seeing him as an extra presence which he quickly got irritated by. And it was noticeable to everyone.

Lo’ak shrugs his shoulders, his eyes scanning over his brother. The way Neteyam bites his lips as he settles within his conflicting thoughts. Lo’ak couldn’t help but realize he had to help him. He needed to push a bit harder for a result.

“Can you please stop being jealous for one second and maybe consider that the reason why you feel ‘weird’ is because you-I don't know, you like her?”

“Me?!!” Neteyam raises his voice in surprise. His ears stand up in alarm, his cheeks flushing madly at his declaration. Was he? Was he in love? Did he like her that way?

Neteyam clears his throat, his lips forming into a thin line, “Lo’ak, that’s ridiculous. I don't know what you’re talking abou-“

“SPIDER!!!” Y/n hisses, catching the boys attention immediately as both their heads snap towards the duo in alarm.

Neteyam’s body grows tense as he watches Y/n launch herself off the forest floor to chase after Spider who held the finished crown over his head, effectively evading her angry swipes to grab the delicately weaved item.

“Give it back you dummy!!!” Y/n squeals, jumping up as high as her little legs could reach, her eyes furrowed in concentration.

“Not until you admit it Y/n!!” Spider challenges, winking at the smaller female who blushes at his words, halting for a mere second. She sputters, her words coming out in tiny mumbles as her eyes widen.

Lo’ak smirks at her embarrassment, he catches how Neteyam’s eyes bore into the scene before him. Especially on Y/n, and the way her beautiful s/c cheeks flushed red in embarrassment at Spider’s words. He looked angry, borderline murderous at this point. Spider had made her blush, and had made her embarrassed. And he was not happy with the revelation.

“That doesn’t brother you bro?” Lo’ak whispers, nudging his brother's stiff shoulder. Neteyam grunts in reply, not even turning La’ak’s way to respond to him.

“Shit, wait! Y/n!” Spider begs, losing balance for a mere second. A second that greatly switched their power dynamic. Y/n smirks triumphantly as she grabs the crown in between her tiny fingers, she quickly packs it into her tiny pouch before smirking mischievously at Spider.

“You are sooo dead!”

In an instant Y/n grabs the startled boy by his neck, bringing him down for a headlock. Spider desperately tried to pull free but to no avail as she made sure to keep him in place, her other hand reaching up to rustle against his head in a painful way.

Lo’ak bursts out in laughter, a 6’ft man being completely defeated by a tinier girl couldn’t look any funnier. The more Spider struggled, the louder his laughs got.

“Bro! Help!!” Spider begs briefly making eye contact with Lo’ak before Y/n swipes her free leg under Spider, causing his to kneel down in pain as her grip tightens. The new angle proved to be funnier and that much more entertaining as Spider struggled that much harder.

But not to everyone. Spider was tightly pressed against Y/n. Even though it was an innocent act, it didn’t bode well with a certain warrior.

Neteyam gets up in a flash, quickly rushing to their side before Lo’ak could even process where his brother has disappeared too. He watches in shock as Neteyam pulls them apart, gently pushing Y/n to the side, his back facing her as his tail brushed against her legs. As if to keep her there.

“Wo-ah, thanks bro-“

“You could have hurt her!” Neteyam growls, his eyes burning into Spider who looks at him in complete bewilderment.

Clearly Y/n was winning the fight, why did Neteyam make it seem like the other way around? Y/n furrows her eyebrows, trying to peek past Neteyam’s broad back to glance at Spider, but unfortunately for her Neteyam’s tail halted her steps.

“What do you mean?! She started it!” Spider argues, the smile still on his face. He didn’t seem to take offense to Neteyam’s reaction, which was good because he didn’t notice that Neteyam didn’t seem to be in a teasing mood. And that his posture screamed anger.

Lo’ak quickly rushes to their side, standing beside Spider. He knew that Neteyam looked angry, threatened even. Neteyam didn’t like how Y/n and Spider were close, he didn’t like how they always stick to each other.

Neteyam hated how closely they mingled against one another, and the fact that when the playfully fought how closely pressed they were to one another.

He couldn’t stand the way her cheeks flushed red under his relentless teasing. And he couldn’t get over the fact he would never be able to experience that with her on that level. Because they were not the same species. They didn’t have that type of connection.

Maybe Lo’ak was onto something. Maybe he was jealous?

Netayam hisses warningly which wipes the smile right off Spider’s face. They were playing, having fun while tousling with each other. But Neteyam’s reaction was anything but playful.

“Uhhh-Bro, let’s help Kiri?” Lo’ak quickly interjects, stepping in between Neteyam and Spider.

For once Spider nods immediately, turning around to follow Lo’ak. His body tensed in fear.

Neteyam never looked at him like that before. Sure he had been stand off-ish the past few days. But the look he had, it was a stare that sent fearful shivers down his spine.

Lo’ak glances at Neteyam one more time before following Spider. Once the are a good distance away Neteyam feels his shoulders relax, a tensed sigh leaving his lips.

“What was that?” Y/n questions, tapping her feet against the forest flow as Neteyam turns around to face her. His eyes soften immensely as he takes her in.

The way her beautiful eyes furrow together in question, how her cheeks still had some reminisce of her blush from earlier. And how her lips jutted out into a tiny pout. She looked so adorable in his eyes. He mentally swooned before shaking his head of him wandering thoughts.

Out of respect Neteyam crouches down to her level, still having to peer down at her though his knee rested against the soil.

“What was what?” Y/n scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know what I mean Neteyam, why did you do that? We were having fun! Why have you been acting….weird?” Y/n sighs out, causing Neteyam to scoff.

“I am the same, how is this any different?”

“Seriously?” Y/n groans at his blunt answer.

“Hm, let’s see. You’ve been acting different as of late, you’ve been treating Spider differently and you barely talk to him! You can’t stand it when we are together, Need I go on?” Neteyam clears his throat, sticking out his tongue to wet his lips out of nervousness. He had been acting weird, acting protective and borderline possessive over her. Resulting in hostility against innocent Spider, Has he been that obvious?

“You’re overthinking it Y/n,” Neteyam huffs out, his eyes dancing around her face. Even though she looked unhappy and upset, Neteyam couldn’t help but admire her up close. His eyes trailing over her messily tied hair, the way her chest heaved as she took in deep breaths to regain composure. His eyes glance over her, memorizing every detail, every part of her that screams beauty.

After a moment of silence Y/n frowns.

“Wait….are you…Jealous?”

Neteyam grumbles in distaste. The word that had been haunting him since Lo’ak started his teasing from a while ago.

“Jealousy is not a word I’m familiar with” he states, his ears twitching to the sound of Lo’ak snickering to himself. Clearly he had heard what Neteyam has said, he was still within earshot. Neteyam glances back for a short second , glaring at his brother which shuts him up.

“Then explain your odd behavior…do you just not like me and Spider? Have we done something? Has Spider done something?”

“Ewya Y/n, I-”

Neteyam takes a deep breath in, to calm himself. He pinches the bridge of his nose trying to formulate what to say, and how to say it. He couldn’t just explain all the feelings that bubbled up inside of him, he himself wasn’t 100% certain as to why he acted the way he did.

But he had to tell her something, hint at the thought. Hint at the possibility that he may have been jealous and that he may….feeling something extra for her which caused his odd behavior.

“Do you ever ask why I get this way? Maybe it’s because I-y’know what, never mind….”

“No! Tell me, I demand an explanation!” Y/n steps close to him, his tail twitches excitedly at the movement. He was now able to smell her and feel her up close. He couldn’t help but feel his body melt and relax at her closer proximity.

“I…I just don’t like how close you two are. I dont know of Spider’s intentions but its…you guys are so comfortable with one another and it make me feel…agitated”

Y/n eyes seem to relax significantly, her head tilting in pure confusion. The anger disappears as she opens her mouth. “But Spider and I are practically siblings, we are supposed to be close!”

“It's not just that…”

“Then?”

“You…you are close with Spider, in ways I could never compete with…..You are the same species. The bond you have with him would never translate to what you could have with…me” Neteyam tries to look away, feeling embarrassed for looking so vulnerable in front of her but he couldn’t help it.

Y//n sighs out, her smaller hands reaching up to cup his cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

“Oh Neteyam” she cooes softly, which only caused him to feel the more delighted the longer her delicate fingers cupped his cheeks.

“I don’t know-I just felt…left out…..lonely ,I don’t want you to forget me…”

“I’m sorry you felt that way, I can assure you that just because we are not the same species doesn’t mean we cannot grow close” Neteyam smiles softly at her words. Closing his eyes as he lets it sink in. Y/n traces her fingers around his markings, in a soothing way.

“I’m close to you already, I love hanging out with you and being near you. I love watching you train and grow to become such a great warrior. And I’ll continue doing so. We won’t grow apart, I promise. How could I ever abandon my savior?”

Neteyam’s heart beat picks up once again, his palms grow sweaty as his ears twitch to the costume of her voice. His eyes snapped open with softness as he stared at her. The smile that decorated her face only caught his stomach to flutter wildly. She was perfect, she is perfect. And the feelings he had been conflicted with, finally seem to clear up upon hearing her words.

He was in love with her, probably had been since the moment he saw her.

“Thank you Y/n, I’ve finally come to understand some complicated thoughts I’ve been having, and I’m glad Idid. I’m sorry for acting the way I did, I don’t know what came over me” Neteyam apologizes. Y/n chuckles at his opening her respond only to be rudely interrupted.

“IT WAS JEALOUSY!!!” Lo’ak yells from his spot near Kiri and Spider. Neteyam growls at his brother's words, offering Y/n an apologetic smile before sprinting towards his brother who bolts at the sight.

Neteyam’s face flushes with embarrassment, his legs pushing him faster to catch up with his retreating brother. He couldn’t stop the beating of his heart, because he knew his skxawng of brother was right.

He was jealous.

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A/N: Just to clarify this is NOT Pt2 of 'Breathtaking', its just a mini one shot you could read before Pt2 actually drops. All of you that wanted to be tagged on Pt2 will be when that is published, just not this because this one-shot could be considered as a stand alone. Sorry for the confusion!! I love you all!! Hope you enjoyed!

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 1 year

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Just a bunch of stray kids

Headcanon: You are a caretaker at an orphanage as you see how your boyfriend act around kids ft Dazai, Akutagawa ,Ranpo Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.

Dazai:

Ma'am you are a female Odasaku to him.

I mean you are a caretaker, at what cost? The orphanage.

The orphan kids just to much remind him of his time with Odasaku and the other orphans.

Being famous for the laughing personality he holds, In no time will the orphans hesitate to cling at this tall lean figure.

Having a class? Dazai will be bargaining the classroom and disrupting the class.

A kid is crying? No problem! Dazai will make sure the kid is on his shoulders being the tallest.

Just don't have this man near the storytime period. He will make sure to read that book.

What about the teens you say? Well he might have showed them The promise Neverland anime.

I leave the rest of Dazai HC to you. We all know it where it ends

Akutagawa:

As much you convinced him to like you back, He hates orphans.

You are the polar opposite couples. you will take the kid and your boyfriend take their parents. (UMM BUSINESS?)

He talks time to open up a little, considering he would barely visit your workplace.

But He will make sure that the attacks and fights are never near the orphanage. (he is a babygirl fr)

He seemed to attract some kids at the orphanage who usually referred him as big brother. (Honestly its just wholesome, might as well make a oneshot on it later)

Now he wouldn't be the one to interact much but he may burst in pure jealously once in a while whenever the kids steal your attention.

"They are just a bunch of stray kids" He would say, but we all know deep inside he likes them.

Ranpo:

Is Ranpo talking care of kids or are the kids taking care of Ranpo? No one knows.

You would be face-palming as the kids seemed to beat Ranpo up because he stole their candies for dinner.

I feel like Ranpo's coat and hat will be stolen every time he visits the orphanage, as kids would run and strike pose showing off their non existing abilities.

Ranpo is the mom of the orphanage. Lost your slippers? He found it under the pillow. Lost your Head band? He finds it inside the cupboard.

He is legit the favorite adult out of all the ADA members.

Am sorry but the kids love him more then they love you. Its always Ranpo name which seemed to be chanting during meals as if he had started a new religion.

"Dorothea, did you finish your homework?" ".....Ranpo"

LIKE????? You had to ban your own boyfriend after that at your workplace.

Laughing at this cus my humor is broken. Requests are half way done dw bbgs/bbbs i havent forgotten about y'all

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kasonkodd · 1 year

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more jayroy because everyone seemed to love my first one hehe hoho

ok so i have my own little canon of the whole batman timeline that ill… probably make a dif post about cause.. boy is it a lot. i know the basics timeline of how everything came to be but since I dont know all of it, i hc’d and filled in some gaps! (im SO able to adjust to real canon- i wont be a lil whiner if anything i made up doesnt fit or make sense. FEEL FREE TO EDUCATE ME… nicely.)

ALRIGHT soOO the reason I say all that is bc i feel like at one point, BABY Jay and Dick became close. I KNOOOOW I KNOW in the comics they had NNNOTHING to do with each other.. but like. imagine how cute???

so one day, Dick comes over to the manor with the intention of scooping his baby brother up. Maybe they were planning on getting a bite to eat somewhere. But then, Dick kinda springs on the idea of Jason maybe coming over to meet the titans! and at this point, I think hes with Cyborgggg, Starfiiireeee… Raven, BB.. YOU KNOW WHO THEY ARE. anyway. So Jay, oF COURSE, agrees because??? meeting Dicks team??? thats the coolest thing ever?? SO they grab their food then head over to the tower and on that day… Roy decided to show up…

now PAUSE. I know this is wack aging.. bbbut I put a lot of time and brain energy into making sure this makes sense. in current day. dick is 22 and jason is 19 (i think this is WFA logic but…) so back then.. jason was like roughly 13 making Dick 16ish?? so ROY being a bit older than both of them, would be aaabbbooout imma saaay 18? ok cool ya lets go with that.

resume. jason sees roy and is all woh!! awooga!! who is this handsome stud!!!??? and roy OBVIOUSLY doesn’t entertain this tiny baby puppy crush because?? thats a child. LMAO. Roy shows ZERO interest back. i need that to be VERY VVVERRRY clear. NONE. NO INTEREST. Dick sees this and teases Jason- which Jason protests that he doesn’t like roy like that cus ew!!! liking someone!!?? gross!!!

fast forward to like- Jason coming baaack, settling in as himself and red hood.. yknow. he already has done some team-ups with the bats,, eventually he has to do one with Arsenal.

this is the first time they’ve interacted since Jays been back. Roy’s got word of Red Hood- Jason Todd, being alive and… kinda well. at first Hood was scary, intimidating, rough and kinda mean? but once they got into that hotel room they had to have because they were outta town, he got to see Jason all soft and not as scary. and truthfully? He liked it a lot. He found more and more reasons to spend time with Jay.. have team ups and missions..

then, outlaws happened and those two were together almost 24/7. They were kicking ass- and this opportunity lead to them getting to actually know each other a loooot better. Roy found himself swooning. Jason was witty, charming and so funny.. not to mention how HANDSOME he was. he felt dumb. this was dicks little brother,, he couldn’t like him? thats weird right? though.. Jay was an adult who can make his own adult decisions on if he wanted to date Roy or not… and truthfully, Jay seemed a to still be a little into him... So, jokingly, one night- the two were doing their annual playful banter and in the middle Roy decided to pull that, “You wanna kiss me so bad.�� card and. Yea. Maybe they DID end up making out… and lead to more… (kori was out dw, she didn’t witness this)

from there, Roys little feelings kept growing.. and even Jasons. Jay was completely head over heels. He felt like a moron- as if his puppy crush from years prior was clawing its way back…. but every meet up, every hotel room- every trope where there was one bed… every ki..kiss.. every.. naked cuddle-

LORD!!! What were they DOING. Even if it hurt to think this, Jay assumed they were just fuck buddies. He didn’t think Roy even liked him any other way.. but HOOOO did Roy want something more. and eventually, he brought it up. he asked what they were.. jason was like YOU TELL ME??? but then they had a serious talk and by the end of it? they were boyfriends EEEE!!!

then… the domestication began… but thats for another time UH WINK.

#dc comics #dceu #dcmultiverse #batfam #dc #dc batman #dc universe #jason todd #jason todd needs a hug #jason peter todd #red hood #roy harper #arsenal #jayroy #royjay #robin!jason #dick grayson #nightwing #dc robin

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hiraya-rawr · 1 year

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hello! i've been following u for quite some time now and i rlly love the way u write!! 🫶 i'm a fellow writer but i'm still comtemplating if i should open a writing blog bcos english is not my first language. sorry i feel like this suddenly turned into a rant/vent message 😣 anyway, the reason i wrote to u is to share smth that's been on my mind for a lil while now! have u watched kimi ni todoke? i recently finished the anime + manga and i rlly loved the whole series! i can't stop myself simping for sawako and it's kinda ironic since in these kinds of romance anime, u typically get hung up with the male lead but it was the opposite for me! kazehaya is sure charming but my little darling sawako is so adorable im willing to burn the world for her 😞 okay i got sidetracked again sorry for my simp ass jdkwkxiw

so i've been thinking of sawako!reader that works for the kamisato clan. long, black hair that usually hides her face — she's kinda feared amongst the workers inside the kamisato estate. always mistaken as a ghost or spirit that roams around the estate when in fact, she's just trying to finish her job. rumors about her seem to worsen everyday that even the loyal and trusted retainer of the head, thoma, thinks it's kind of ridiculous. of course, our ever charming blonde boy tries to interact more with the reader but he feels like he was hated. don't get her wrong tho, she admires thoma so much! who wouldn't? he's lively, respectful and always seemed to be the center of attention, even amongst the maidens that work for the kamisato. she strives to be a person just like him but the reader understands that she somehow scares the people she tries to talk with. worry not, she isn't discouraged by this! she simply has to try next time right? there's always a next time (tho she couldn't help but wonder, when is this next time? why does it take so long?). little did she know, her life's going to be changed when the gentleman himself took it upon his hands to properly talk and get to know her. little by little, her life changed and she even managed to befriend the lady of the house, lady ayaka! the ever kind and loving younger sibling of the kamisato household, ayaka made it her life mission to try and make the reader smile. no one had seen her smile genuinely, and frankly speaking, even thoma and ayaka felt the chills run down their spines when they tried to force her one time to give them a smile. it's safe to say that they never tried it again. ayaka did succeed and it took only a game of hotpot to see how much of a beautiful maiden the reader was, especially with that eyes filled with stars. and archons, the way her lips curl into a small and satisfied smile, thoma suddenly had the urge to keep this smile, only for him to see because gods this girl is so heavenly he was sure others would stop and stare. his eyes widen when he realized his train of thoughts, cheeks burning in embarassment as he berated himself because why would he even try to keep the reader for himself? he's so stupid (and whipped yes, don't tell him i said that), he thought as he silently squirmed in his seat. no one but ayaka noticed the whole ordeal, hiding her own smile behind her fan. oh the fun she would have watching these two, especially her retainer. the pining, the awkward yet satisying interactions, the stealing and fleeting glances—oh, she's so excited! (ayaka is me fr). she can't wait to spill all of these to her brother!

so yeah haha that's all for now, i think i got carried away with this brainrot im so sorry kwkxiwjd

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I haven't watched kimi ni todoke! i actually haven't been able to watch anything lately other than bungo stray dogs and moriarty 😭 but this is a scrumptious brainrot, dw about the rant, thank you for sending this in!

#hira - soleicexx #ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #thoma #genshin thoma #genshin ayato #ayaka

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hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha · 1 month

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Hello! Apologies for bothering you. I’m here to warn you of an a user called Mothziiidk. They have an account here on tumblr, as well as X/Twitter.

For the past few months she reposted mine and my friend’s artwork on her TikTok page (same username is also Mothzii). They were all uncredited. Some were hantengu clone x clone art (I don’t ship incest and I don’t ship them as brothers fyi!) and she would make fun of it. She would make fun of my art too. The least she was asked to do was to either take down the posts or give credit, but she said “no” and said we needed “medical help”. The insults were terrible. I had to reach out to her mutual to beg for those posts to be taken down. Thankfully they were.

However recently she supports a user in this fandom named Kyoten19 (twitter). This person told my friend to k1ll themself for saying Karaku is a pleasure clone. That same friend was also a SA survivor and was already going through mental health issues. When Mothzii was made aware of this, she said it was “cute” and even defended kyoten by brushing it off as a “joke” when the other person was clearly hurt.

Words cannot describe the hurt me and my friends felt through this. She harasses and bullies people when they’re just minding their own business, and calls them racist if anyone draws hantengu even a tad bit lighter skin. She harassed minors on Pinterest too (you can see it when you look up her username “_Mothziiidk_” on Pinterest) She also reposts art there with no credit. She even called my friend a whore for liking cloncest (not shipping as brothers). If you draw your own oc x canon, she will be very kind to you in hopes of getting free art from you.

I just wanted to warn you of this user just in case you decide to interact.. Safest regards ❤️

Oh, no no, dw, friend. I've interacted with said person before without knowing but was luckily informed of what type of scum bitchzii is by another friend (they ignored me btw after I politely asked for criticism but I don't need an asshole's advice). BUT, I did not know about Kyoten. I follow that person on tt and quite enjoy their content. Shame what type of shit person they ended up being.

Tsym for the heads up kisses kisses 😚😚

Divider credits: sanrio

#kny

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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OMG THE LAST HCS WERE SOO GOOD( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ) I really like your writing, it's very comforting. And yes, you write pretty fast! To do even half your work, I probably have to write for a few days (perfectionism obliges).

I come here with another idea! Not yet modern!Ling ideas tho (but I'll request it if you're not tired of me by that time haha x)) I was thinking of hcs or a scenario with Ling and a jealous reader. Not the cute kind of jealous, or the mad kind— more of the anxious, scared kind of jealous. Like (gn)reader having serious self esteem issues but not wanting to like restrain their partner, scared of losing them type of deal. Angst? Fluff? Comfort? I say you decide what you'd prefer. Thank you very much!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤️

AAAAAAA THANK YOUUU <3333 And of course I'm not tired of you!! I'll never tire of you and lil' Ling!!

Sorry this took me a bit! The boyfriend got sick and I've been taking care of him

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Content: Ling Yao x GN reader!

Warnings: Detailed process of a panic attack, doubtful thoughts, but GREED COMES TO THE RESCUE, also Lust is her own warning tbh (I love her but damn-)

Notes: I've been mentally not feeling it, and I relate a little too hard to this ask, as sometimes I'll get like this with my boyfriend. I used the end to comfort myself lol. Dw, my boyfriend treats me right!! My brain is just a silly little goose trying to process 10 years of trauma lol

~*~*~*

Ling isn't gonna notice baby boy, baby

I headcanon Lan Fan as being somewhere between a little fruity and all the way fruity, so I don't think you'd have much to worry about with her

Riza is pretty stoic and never interacts with Ling

I don't like Winry

Let's just picture: Lust is still alive, and begins interacting with Ling cause he has Greed's philosopher's stone

It doesn't even have to be anything inherently romantic. Lust is forced to interact with Ling because he holds her "brother"

But it was one comment from her that set you off

She was in the other room with Greed, and you'd decided to listen in. They were talking about someting with Father and some guy named Hoenheim

"Honestly?" Lust said. "Your new host is really cute...too bad he's so young."

"Hm? Oh, yeah." Greed brushed her comment off and continued the conversation like before

Greed knows you and Ling are a thing and has your back. Plus Ling was freaking the fuck out in their shared headspace.

But, that was enough for you to creep away from the door and sit on the couch. Lust was attractive, and her main game was seducing men to get what she wanted...

What if she wants Ling?

What if she convinces Ling that she's better?

What if Ling changes his mind and wants to be with her instead...?

So many what if's swam through your head. Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest, your lungs feeling like they weren't getting enough air, your eyes stinging with tears as constant images of Ling and Lust together began to haunt you.

Slowly curling up into yourself, you turned so your face was plastered into the couch cushion

The ringing in your ears grew louder and you soon tuned out Lust and Greed, now being replaced by image after image of Ling with Lust

You refused to let tears fall, not wanting to bother Ling with this whenever Lust leaves and Greed puts Ling back

You didn't know how long you'd laid there until a pair of hands landed on your side. You jumped and turned. Ling's eyes were still a mahogany red, which meant Greed was still in control.

"Hey kid. From the look on your face, I'm assuming you heard what Lust said."

"Is it that obvious...?" You say, rubbing your eye.

Greed patted your head. "Sorry, kid."

"Sorry for wha-"

Greed had closed his eyes and allowed Ling to take over again. The prince pounced on you, rubbing his cheek with yours, ecstatic to be back in control

Ling's memory is spotty when Greed is in control, so he didn't know you'd heard Lust's comment

You hesitantly wrapped your arms around Ling, mumbling a low "hi"

Ling paused. "I know that tone. What's wrong, honey?"

Ling, your ever doting boyfriend, looked at you with concern.

"No, I'm...I'm fine."

"You sure? Your breathing heavier than normal..."

You gave Ling a fake smile. "Yeah, yeah."

Ling, not believing you, hugged you tighter. "You can tell me, hun. Nothing's gonna happen, okay?"

You trusted him, of course, but your brain and heart were telling you no... "I...I'm worried I'm gonna lose you to Lust."

son of a bitch-

"Oh...so you heard her?" Ling looks down at you. "Listen, I love you, okay? Not her. She can go try to hook up with someone else for all I care. Besides, this body currently inhabits her brother, so I don't think she's thinking anything in particular..."

Ling snickered at the end, kissing your forehead. "I promise, I'd never let her get close to me. Greed and her just needed to talk about something is all. I love you, okay?"

Numbly, you nodded, laying your head on his chest. "I love you too."

"Now, let's watch a movie and order in, yeah? I'll get your favorite~!"

He suddenly got up and moved to your TV, messing with it, then fiddling with his phone and ordering your favorite food for delivery. As you watched him, you felt the oxygen slowly return to your chest, and your muscles relaxed. You could trust Ling, he loved you. He really did. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't.

"Hey, Ling."

"Yeees, sugarplum?" Ling looked up from his spot on the floor.

"I love you."

Ling giggles. "I love you too! Food'll be here in fifteen, okay?"

#fmab ling yao #fmab ling #ling yao fma #ling yao x reader #ling yao

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kuackity · 2 years

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I'm sorrryyy!! I'm back nowww dw! I also missed you Kauckity my beloved/p

We love giving K! Quackity angst because we just have to, it's a need for it and for fun. The fact K! Quackity is a duck hybrid makes me so happy, him just walking around while his little ducks following behind something I could see happening or him making little chirps when he's excited. After he has bad dreams and such he probably goes to his ducks and picks them up and just holds them close until he calms down. I also had this idea of when he has the bad dreams from C! Quackitys perspective he wakes up screaming sometimes and calling Luzu about having a bad dream (given if he doesn't exactly remember) and luzu stays with him on the phone until he falls asleep. I am a sucker for Luzu being an older brother to him if you couldn't tell -Brainrot anon

Brainrot, brainrot, brainrot! (Chanting)

I love k!Quackity duck hybrid, shapeshifter, duck hoodie wearer mess made out of my head canons. To be fair is almost the same with my rubius headcanon, he is a bear hybrid than can transform on full bear but still uses a hoodie with bear ears cause fuck it.

I love the Luzu sleeping with him in the phone finally some FUCKING FLUFF in this angst fest we get going on. But reading you say call gave me flashback to the "horny call™" interaction why are they like this

They being bothers is pretty cute, for me I have to say I see them as friends cause if there is something I know is that this boys (the Karmaland crew) know nothing about family dynamics and go into Kissing the homies territory instantly.

BTW what is your favorite color anon?

#brainrot anon #yes #I like the headcanon of them being brothers more than the father/son duo #but to me they are friends with a side dip of gay #Luckity #<- that's what I am gonna tag Luzu and Quackity things #not in a shipping manner #most in a like I am sick of duo names thing lol

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borkadonk · 1 year

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can i infodump my shitty aus here,,, fuck you im going to anyways

it’s unnecessarily edgy but dw no drawings yet, just text

also it’s in the form of bullet points because how the fuck else do you write aus

cannibal infernal twins au because why the fuck not. - they have been fond of the taste of human flesh for as long as they could remember - they prefer eating people they've built a bond with for some reason, especially rae - yes im making them kill other streamers fucking sue me - yea so in here everyone are still streamers except syk never returned from his 2 year hiatus - twins live together but chat doesn't know that - rae would play games with and befriend various streamers, only to kill and eat em later lmao - since syk never got his character development, he's less empathizing of the people he kills - syk would still get to know and play games with their victims sometimes and rae would also take part in the murdering but yknow they specialize in one role more than the other - sus were never thrown on rae even though she has streamed with every one of her victims, it's just that she kills both big streamers and small streamers interchangeably, so the audience haven't really connected the dots yet - they don't only eat humans of course they just like to, plus it takes awhile to finish a whole ass body so streamers would only go missing once every like couple of months - syk has appeared on streams but very rarely, everytime he does rae just says "oh yeah that noise is just my brother visiting, HEY THO- I MEAN SYKKUNO!! YOU WANNA SAY HI TO CHAT???" - yea he only wants to be called sykkuno in streams and in front of friends cuz privacy n such - other than rae, syk doesn't interact with people that much so he enjoys chatting with and teasing the fuck outta his victims, of course he does cuz he's a sick fuck - whether or not he's intentionally being terrifying is unknown lmao cuz his convos are things like "the weather's nice isn't it? it's going to rain daggers later, i hope one wont land on your head!! oh no i’m sorry please don't be scared that was just a joke" while casually wiping his bone saw in front of the victim who is literally tied up in his basement - toast obviously dies here duh - and so does everyone else, so roomies were never a thing unfortunately - but they are definitely close enough to make a hella delicious meal aha

#au rambles #nothing prompted this #nor is it inspired by anything #my brain just went hey wouldn't this be a cool drawing idea #even in this hellsite theres no way in hell im tagging properly for shit like this #if i do end up drawing this it wont go on titter unless its spooky seasons #dammit i missed my chance of going edgy on oct huh #oh well its never too late to make edgy shit fuck you #im starting to love it here surprisingly #purely for the reason of me being able to scream into the void #cuz theres no way in hell i woulda dumped this on titter

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broken-balance-baby · 2 years

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ID LOVE TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THE RAPUNZEL AU!!! :D i'm curious abt ajay's past with the CIA & how he actually got that kind of job. and if there's any small pieces of trivia that wouldn't fit in other posts but ppl Must Know, go wild yaas

YESYEDY!!!! okay idk if im gonna add most of the specifics that lead to ajay having to deal with the work process but basically after serving his tour of duty he was on reserve for a Good While before decidedly applying to go to the CIA. he wasn’t really expecting it, it was just a means of running away from what his homelife used to be like now that ishwari was gone, in fact the process of how he got there was pretty boring. the usual “i’d like to apply for the job” settlements but that was UNTIL the CIA looked up his background and realized he might be useful as an asset to them. when they informed him about it and asked if he would like to be an informant/asset in KYRAT ITSELF immediately he was like ??? thats not what i signed up for but okay whatever. it’s my duty and gonna be above my paygrade so i might as well and the ThING IS. even after fucking hearing about what happened he just. didn’t seem to care about it like at all. especially with all the parts missing from pagan’s side, it just seemed to ajay that ishwari wasn’t mentioning any of it because she wanted to be american so badly. (his viewpoint not mine LMAOAHEHSUDH lord forgive his terrible inability to read people or put himself in other people’s shoes it’s the autism aksjenehs) (dw it also gets called out eventually) disclaimer: he does care, to a degree, but as much as every detail remains vivid to him he just took things on the surface level and didn’t think much of it up until the real story batted him in the head.

one of my throwaway characters from forgotten idols is actually mentioned here!!! his name is divin and he’s a sniper in the original fic, but since Bhadra is 17 here and 15 in the flashbacks he’s either in Banhi’s womb or like a toddler LOL. and yeah, Banhi and Achal have a kid despite being in a war.

I think at one point Pagan had to visit Paul’s family to deliver the news about him getting stabbed to death passing away which is the ONLY time Paul’s wife and daughter got to meet him. Paul’s wife just assumed he was a flamboyant brother-in-arms (if we can assume that Paul had military history this could apply very well) but she always found it rather odd that she never got to contact him again especially after learning that they “couldn’t recover the body”.

Chotu is a ferret. I’m trying my best to add him into the story even as just a comfort pet for both Bhadra and Noore but that would take awhile LOL.

One of the conditions Noore was supposed to have was rheumatoid arthritis and chronic traumatic encephalopathy. But then like, after awhile I realized how much of a bad idea that was (and how her having CTE would probably have killed her since she was stuck in Durgesh for 10 goddamn years man) and how hard that would be for literally everyone cause Noore needs to Move.

Noore and Ajay weren’t to be together by the end and instead were gonna separate after Ajay does some reflecting in America but I realized how pointless that would be + how I already did this fucking ending already so I had to go back to my pros and cons maps for the fucking ending and went with the one I’m going for right now. All is happy. I promise.

Just to adjust everything because I fucked up, Ajay is now 30.

Longinus and Bhadra have an interaction here!! He becomes a catalyst for something important that Bhadra does later on, but I headcanon that Longinus loves children and leaves wanting her to make her own decisions akhdksjs ITS CUTEEEE

Ajay is 6’2. Why? Well I mostly just wanted to, but men don’t stop growing until they hit 24(?) and considering the kind of workout you get in the military the amount of testosterone that gets pumped out is what made him fucking BIG. He’s already taller in canon than most of his Kyrati peers so I thought it would be fun to make his intimidation factor come with the added height lol.

Ajay never went to college.

Bhadra’s a very smart assed and hyper girl, all that pent up rage from being 14-15 with the Golden Path did a lot of shit to her so she’s in a lot more stable hands living with Rabi. Unlike COT!Bhadra she doesn’t have mental breakdowns or screaming fits, she actually learns how to communicate her feelings to Rabi because that’s a thing that he taught her to do. She’s a lot more stable than everyone in this fic lmao

That’s all I’ve got for now! I might add into this in a new post but for now I’ll keep the rest to the fics im writing, IM SUPER EXCITED!!! >:DDDDDD as always thanks for indulging bestie youre a fucken g 💕💕💕

#ask.exe #far cry 4 #rapunzel au #mickey

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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SIPPY CUP

Character/s: businessman!Izana Kurokawa

Warnings: f!reader, babysitter!reader, sexual themes, mature language, hints of pervert!Izana, slight age gap (Izana is 31, while reader is 20+), cunnilingus, oral sex (m! receiving), unprotected sex, risky sex, creampie, izana fucking you on the job (dw the kid never saw anything), and pet name used. Minors do not interact.

Note: this is my piece for @novaresque’s “XXXHub” collab 🧡 hope you like it!

Synopsis: Fooling around the job has its cons, especially when it comes to being quiet.

✃WC: 1.4k

Digging a knife into unmarred skin under the hot sun where everyone could witness, that was how it felt as he was eyeing up the bubbly babysitter Emma hired. A crime. Yet, despite his lingering gazes, no one said a word or noticed. Even Draken, who probably has an all-seeing eye in each room of the two-story house he bought for his growing family, was practically blind to his brother-in-law’s not so innocent stares.

Izana shouldn't even be here, standing by the kitchen island, lavender irises drinking each bounce your tits do while you dance with his four-year-old nephew to the tune of some old nursery rhyme playing on tv. He should be at home or catching up on his leftover paperwork so Kakucho wouldn’t bug him when he was merely resting his eyes. But no, he was here on a Friday night, at his sister’s home, imagining every lewd scenario he could think of, remembering all those porn videos he came across with and replacing the women’s faces with yours.

Izana was sure he’ll get kicked out if he lets those thoughts slip through the visible cracks of his façade, let alone act on his irritatingly undeniable lust for you.

“Thank you so much for agreeing to babysit our little man.” Emma then sighed, bending down to pinch her son’s rosy round cheeks. “You sure that it's gonna be alright though? Didn't you say you have exams next week?”

You smiled, carefree and comforting that Izana was sure he’d lose his mind. The knuckles gripping the edge of the kitchen island tightened, sure to have the surface crumble to dust if he continues.

“Yeah, Mrs. Ryuguji! It’s totally fine! Have fun and enjoy your dinner date.”

The way you smile was addicting and hypnotic, so sweet that he was sure he’ll lose all his teeth to cavities. Deepening attraction towards you felt like a knife lodged on his heart, heavy in his hands—its weight uncomfortable but welcomed. It was the only thing holding him down, keeping him from floating to the skies that were littered with beautiful stars but its beauty was incomparable to yours. So distracting, especially those tits of yours that always seemed to capture his eyes, being the first thing he’ll pay attention to when you walk into the house. Yeah, distracting enough for Emma to snap her fingers at his lavender eyes that were suddenly blinking in surprise.

“‘zana? Earth to Izana!”

“Yeah, what?” Coughing into his fisted hand, he glanced at your retreating figure. His nephew led you to where the toys were. Emma sighed at his lack of attention but was patient enough to repeat her words. Unaware that all he could think of these past few days, from his waking moments to when his eyes shut, was you.

“I said, Ken and I are going out already. Do you wanna hitch a ride so you can get home?”

Furrowing his brows, Izana shook his head with a scoff. “And intrude on you love birds? No, thank you. I’ll get home on my own. Plus, I still wanna spend time with my little nephew. Somethin’ wrong with that?” It was a little lie that wouldn't hurt anybody. He does love the little bugger, but if he was honest, Izana was only staying longer because of you. Of course, it had to be you. There was no way he’d stick around for a kid he was sure would puke or stomp on his Testoni dress shoes.

And you knew this, ears sharp and keen despite the child squealing at the toy car that Draken gave him, patting his son’s head before joining his lovely wife out the door. The second the door clicked shut and the sound of the car’s engine roaring to life prior to rumbling off, the beat of your heart picked up to the beat of lively nursery rhyme playing. This wasn’t the first time you were left alone in the house with Izana. Heck, the day he first laid his amethyst eyes on you, he always stayed, visit lasting from minutes to hours that his sister was beginning to think he adored his nephew and not the babysitter. You even used to believe he was just a relative of Emma Sano who didn’t have a job to keep. Yet, the way he carried himself, from his stature to his watch and the shoes he wore suggested otherwise. Day and night, you and Izana were strikingly different from one another. A college student surely can’t compete with a man running a business.

But he was taking his time. Taking his time, taking his time, slowly weaseling his way to you.

Clinging to the hope everything shall stay professional between you two—him being your boss’ brother and the child’s friendly suddenly turned ever-present uncle, and you as the babysitter.

Just the babysitter is what you should be.

Taking care of the kid, not entertaining his flirtatious gestures. Playing and building houses made of bricks, not eyeing him up when he unbuttoned his shirt, showing a hint of those sharp collarbones on bronze skin. Ignoring those lavender hues trained on every move your hips made, making sure to bump into you whenever you walked by while entertaining the child.

Yeah, just the babysitter…

You shouldn’t be leaving the kid in the living room to watch tv all by himself while you cook, Izana in between your legs, and eating you out while you do. His talent with numbers and negotiation were no lies, but his tongue was rather superb in licking your clit. Washing the dishes after the kid had his dinner—not on your knees and sucking him off while he dried the plates. Hand fisting your hair when you took him to the hilt, nose pressing against the silver hairs of his pelvic while chuckling at his nephew’s attempt at imitating a cartoon character. Certainly staying up, watching the kid fall asleep—not muffling the moans he carved out of your throat at every thrust of his hips, trying not to wake Izana’s nephew sleeping soundly just beside you.

“So fuckin’ tight. Keepin’ this pretty cunt of yours all to yourself… I wonder if you touch yourself to the thought of me.”

How could he be so brazen? Fucking you beside his snoring nephew, whispering sinful promises of having you come undone. How his hands, huge and warm, palm the plush flesh of your ass while his heavy balls slapped lightly against it. Slick dripping down your legs, heart hammering fearfully that it might stain the kid’s sheets. How insane is he to be pounding away, shamefully hissing and grunting in your ear. Attention solely on you while you bit down on your tongue, tasting the familiar metallic flavor of blood just so you wouldn’t scream.

“S-stop, you’ll wake the kid—ah!” His finger reached up from pressing and rubbing against your throbbing clit, pressing the pads down on your tongue. You weren’t sure if you wanted to choke around it, keep your saliva from touching the bed or suck on his fingers. It was all too much for you, but Izana was ecstatic. Pupils blown wide at your attempts to quiet yourself down while your pussy was squelching unabashedly around his cock, sucking him in like it was used to his girth. Like it was meant for him.

And he cummed hard into your clenching walls, spurting hot semen into your searing tight heat that was milking his cock dry. Your climax coursing through your body like waves crashing against sharp rocks, lips swollen and bleeding after keeping yourself from whining his name. To keep your job, to keep your reputation, and to keep whatever you had with Izana. Because if Emma Sano were to find out you were fucking her brother next to her son or on the job, it was an instant goodbye.

So, when it was time to leave, waiting for Emma to take a few more bills from her drawer as a tip for your kind servitude, you sat beside an impassive Izana Kurokawa. Facial features of iron, never breaking down, never letting the cracks be seen—plastering more joint compound on those imperfect lines on his unbothered façade that grew bigger day by day, unbeknownst to him. Still, there were moments of confidence, convincing himself that no one will see, placing a hand over your thigh while waiting. To say that he was there, to kiss him on the cheek before parting ways on the dead of night—underlying request that he drives you home.

But of course, the second Emma appears, that all disappears.

And as you walked out of the door, muttering words of farewell for now, it was just another ordinary Friday night, with Izana’s cum sliding down your thighs while walking to the nearest bus stop.

🎐taglist: @wakaslut @ranilingus @cryptred @festive @iz-ana @vanikoe @tobidabio @zuuki @leavemealonebutinpink @kamisoria @wakasa-wifey @keijisprettygirl @marism @stffychn @blueparadis

#pat.✍️fics #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev smut #tr smut #izana smut #izana kurokawa x reader #izana kurokawa smut #tw.unprotected sex #xxxhub collab

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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Hiya there! I really like your writing and was wondering if you could write something where forgetful y/n meets Technoblade- and also- can I be 🏹 anon if its not taken? :D

yeah yeah!! I don't know if you meant c!forgetful!y/n and c!techno or cc!both and I kinda like the heads of both soo ,, I did both !! I hope that's cool w you !!! n ofc, welcome to the crew 🏹 anon :)

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7

part doesn't look like a real word anymore

pairing (platonic); c!forgetful!y/n x c!techno , forgetful!y/n x (cc!)techno

warnings; dark humor (punting kids, killing, hitman stuff, stuff along those lines!!)

Characters

met bc you're ranboo's sibling !! :)

you were looking for ranboo but couldn't find him (he was hanging out with techno) so you sent him a text on the communicator (whispering) to ask

him, being the protective brother (in lore, the world it's tons more dangerous and he knows) he is, he didn't really think and sent you his coords and said he'll be near there, he's hanging out with someone

he didn't specify who exactly he was with so you were like oh ok be there in a bit

you go the coords and see them through the trees, techno's pink and red colors pallet and ranboo's black half and tux standing out against the snow

immediately you're still, if you move they might hear you – techno might hear you, you look for a bit, going through a back and fourth in your head was what you were going to tell him actually worth what might happen if techno didn't like you? it's not necessarily important information, you just wanted someone to talk to about what you talked with Tommy about today and your brother was your closest friend – tommy tied for first place with him but talking to tommy about what you and tommy spoke about? that's be weird. you really want to talk now, so you don't forget, and your not the best with holding in stuff without snapping at people who don't deserve it

so you decide to go on anyways. he wouldn't hate you, right? you're not really on a side, you're more of a middle ground type of person so you're not connected to the government so he wouldn't hate you, right? and even if he did; your brother would never let him kill you; you reasoned with yourself, happy with the resolve you start forward towards them

thank God for your naturally quiet and agile movements, they would've noticed you before you were ready otherwise, you made it halfway to them and decided to make a little bit of noise so they wouldn't pull weapons as soon as you were right next to them

you threw a snowball at a tree causing both boys to turn and see you wave "hi! just wanted to talk with ranboo"

"well I'm talking to him, about something rather serious too, so leave." "okay so? I want to talk to my brother so why don't you leave?"

talking like this with the blood god was extremely risky, but you're also not the most well known for having smart, thought out decisions. in other words; you don't really think before talking, which can be both good and bad

people admire the honesty and what they believe is guts (it's not, you just don't have cognitive filters), on the other hand, though, it can, and will (and definitely has) land you in a world of hurt

ranboo's looking between you two anxiously, eyes showing obvious worry that this will escalate to a battle

as the piglin hybrid looked down at you like you were dirt under his boot you glared right back up at him, matching the energy he gave, as you grabbed ranboo's hand and started to drag him away

ranboo turned around to look at techno and waved "oh- uh- I guess we can talk some other time!", techno grumbled at that

though later he did let himself laugh about it, someone who looked quiet not being afraid to match his energy was amusing itself, but pair that with you dragging your brother along, not being careful of his foot placement causing him to almost fall many times and it makes it funnier

when he spoke to you again, it was clear neither of you held any grudges or anything but the "oh my god I hate you and we're literally enemies" bit continued, but it was obvious it was just y'all's dynamic

fans were in love with that dynamic and adored making art (comics, drawings, fics, animations, etc) of it :)

and despite everything the friendship and dynamic stayed the same, making fans cry

fans often worried about what would happen to y'all, because nothing in the dsmp stays the same – something bad always has to happen

quite a few ",,, what's gonna happen to c!techno and c!y/n's dynamic... something bad has to happen right? it's been good for way too long" tweets and most of the replies consist of "if something happens I'm blaming you" or "if anything happens I'm coming back with a bat" (both jokes ofc)

haha,, something bad eventually does happen but that's for a different time o/ (dw abt requesting for it! I already have a request where I plan to reveal it, however it will take a bit to get to, until then, enjoy the cliffhanger >:) )

content creators

immediately y'all match up on the same jokes and things!!

yk the thing like "wait, it's not what it looks like" "you kill people for money????" ".... .yeah" "and this whole time I've been doing it for free like a chum!!!"

that's y'all, you're the one who's doing it for free 💀

y'all met through the dsmp and started interacting so the lore won't be awkward and ended up becoming friends

(truth be told you were scared of him not liking you bc you were a fan of his content for some time now)

if you let him rant about Greek stories and such he'll let you rant about what you want to too

if you have any knowledge of old torture machines talk to him about it! like obviously torture is not good or anything but it's interesting to learn what happened in the past yk?

,,although maybe don't do that on stream-

I feel like after talking to techno for the first time and it going well you immediately go back to ranboo like "GUESS WHAT OMG"

"GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT :DD" "Well, hello to you too" "But what's up?" "SCARY MAN THIUGHT I WAS OK 👍👍" "Who? Literally every new guy you meet is "scary man" to you" (/hj /lh) "TECHNOOO!!!!!" "That's awesome, man!! :D"

depending on how you react to jokes about punting kids he would end up making them more often around you bc he finds your reaction funny

if it's normal, you have no reaction, or just laugh in reply, he'll make them a normal amount most likely

if it's something along the lines of "NOOOO !!!!!" he's going to end up making them more, and out of the blue too

"so, you really went far in streaming so far?" "yeah! I think it's neat! I didn't expect to-" "almost as far as the kid I kicked-" "NO !!!!"

there are a lot of times where you have to clear up what is and isn't lore because y'all's dynamic is similar in and out of roleplay

also yk,, people are starved of and wanting c!y/n and c!techno interactions so they're trying to get the crumbs they can – it's actually really funny

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enbiart · 2 years

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Hi hi! First, just wanted to say that I love about all your aus, doodles, etc.(the one with Hero drinking the "potion" had made my day(you a good brother Hero, you a good brother rip). Second if you don't mind me asking, would you explain a bit more about either dream Kel's and Anti's relationship/interactions. Or about Henry's interactions with Faraway. You dont have to if you dont want to.

ill talk some abt dw!kel and anti bc he is so skrungly.

dw!kel is....heavily reliant on anti. it is an EXTREMELY dependent relationship. hes immature, clumsy, emotional, absentminded - the whole works. very much the charicature of a hyper kid.

this is mostly just bc in heros mind...he was kels caretaker. hes the one that held is hand to walk across the street, the one that read him stories before bed, the one that taught him how to calm down when hes anxious or angry - hes the one that nurtured kel growing up!! so dw!kel is very infantalized then, to allow anti (and therefore hero) the opportunity to once again take care of his younger brother. a lot of the arguments between dw!kel and dw!aubrey have also been lessened, bc fighting + kel = Bad.

much like how in canon omori dw!mari is restricted to the picnic area so her knee doesnt cause her to hurt herself, dw!kel is restricted to a basketball court so his brashness and impulsivity doesnt backfire while on an adventure. his reason for not joining the gang looking for mari is bc he wants to perfect his aim first so he could rly be of help 😔

he has his own version of the Mari Docks Scene, where he leads Anti down into The Crawl Space bc he knows Anti is scared of spiders and that place is FULL of em. the whole time, hes carrying a torch too :) instead of walking off into a giant window or whatever after going ghost and namedropping hero, he just extinguishes the flame. (theres not rly a single room in their house that could be associated solely w kel like there is with maris piano room)

thats uhhhh all i can think of off the top of my head methinks!!! hes just a lil guy :]

#my art #just doodles #omori #hikihero

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chibsytelford · 3 years

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Tattoos

*GIF CREDIT TO CREATOR*

A/N - hello guys, it’s literally been 3 months since I’ve written anything. I don’t have an excuse, I just wanted to take a break for a while and it ended up turning into a longer break. Anyhow, I’m back (kinda) and decided to write for the love of my life, Chibs.

I’ll tag everyone who was on my last taglist, but please, just message me or send an ask if you want to be removed - i won’t be offended.

That being said, I hope you all enjoy :)

Requested by anon - Your bio says they’re open but if they’re not dw! Consider writing something where Chibs’s lady’s crow is on her wrist, and she just wears bracelets which accidentally covers it and he gets mad? Possessive Filip is my fave!

When you got dressed up for the party you thought nothing of it when you decided, for the first time ever, to wear jewellery, a bracelet to be specific. You were not one to get dressed up, or make an effort really as joggers and a t-shirt were your more suited attire, but you had promised Chibs that you’d make some sort of effort tonight, since it was the first SAMCRO party in a while. You unconsciously put the bracelet on your left wrist where your crow tattoo proudly sat, free for everyone to see, just how your man liked it. It was your way of showing you were dedicated to him and only him, and his way of showing everyone else that you were his.

You told Chibs you’d meet him there, as you were nearly always late, and you didn’t want to make him late too, for once. With one more glance in your car mirror, you locked the door and headed inside. The place was packed with the other Sons, their families, other charters and of course the usual crow eaters who were after one thing only.

You spotted your man straight away at the pool table, and made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “Hey love” he murmured pulling you around so you were now standing in front of him. “God, yer a welcome distraction” he laughed gesturing to the men crowded around the pool table.

“As are you, handsome” you smiled pecking his lips and asking if he wanted a whisky, to which he nodded ‘yes’ whilst playfully slapping you on the bum.

You headed for the bar and ordered a whisky and a beer for you. “Hey beautiful” you turned around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and noticed a tall man eyeing you up and down, before settling down at the bar beside you. “Hey” you offered a small smile and thanked the bartender before trying to leave.

The man grabbed your shoulder and turned you back around with ease. “I suggest you get your hands of me” you spoke with authority in your voice “because if you don’t I won’t be the only person standing in front of you”. As you said this you looked over to where you left your man, and saw him looking over at the interaction you were currently having. You could tell he was pissed.

“I made sure to look for a crow before I started talking to you” the man laughed, “I’m not stupid”. You put down the beer you had in your left hand and lifted it towards the man, to prove that you did in fact have a tattoo, but you realized that your bracelet was covering it.

“Fuck” you cursed.

“Aye love, fuck indeed”. Chibs was now standing right behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back. In one swift movement he wrapped his hands around your wrist and pulled the bracelet off, immediately sticking it in his pocket. “If ye’ll excuse me, we’ve got somewhere to be” and a second later you were over his shoulder and as you looked up you saw every single pair of eyes on you.

A few seconds later and Chibs practically threw you down on his dorm bed. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely turned on right now, but you knew you’d have to wait.

“What the fuck!” he broke the silence and pulled the bracelet from his pocket. “Ye had to put it on the wrist with the crow?” You could tell Chibs was angry, but he was also upset. Ever since you got the tattoo you wore it with pride, and not once did you cover it up.

You sat up from your place on the bed, and shuffled forward so you were kneeling in front of him. “I didn’t mean it, I swear” you whispered, grabbing his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you, “I just wanted to try something different tonight, feel a bit more classy with some jewellery, and I accidentally put it on that wrist”. Chibs was visibly calming down after you explanation, but you knew he wouldn’t let it go that easy.

“Ye know that I love it ti be on show, so every fucker in there” he pointed in the direction of the clubhouse bar, “knows that yer mine” he huffed. “Yer lucky that man out there is still standing”.

“As my punishment, why don’t you make it so I can’t stand?” you seductively asked, placing your arms around his neck and playing with his hair.

“I’d love ti, but first, we have a date with Happy”. Chibs lifted you down of the bed and gave you a small kiss. “Come” he firmly said, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bar. He, and you, made a beeline for Happy. Chibs whispered something in his ear and Happy nodded, laughing. Your man sat you down on a chair in the corner, and you noticed Happy coming back towards you with a bag in his hand. He started pulling out needles and ink and you knew what was coming.

“Another crow?” you asked Chibs.

“Naw love, ye’ll see”. You trusted him, and Happy, not to give you a stupid tattoo, so when Happy grabbed your arm and placed it on the table in front of you both, you shut your eyes and let the man do his work.

“Ye can open yer eyes now Y/N” and you could hear the smirk in Chibs’ voice before you seen it. You did as you were told, and you had a look at your new ink. On your upper arm, was a love heart with the words “Filip” inside in black ink. “Now” Chibs said, bending down to whisper in your ear “ye can’t put a bracelet over that, can ye?” he laughed.

You had to admit, you really loved the tattoo, and one day, you would get Chibs to get a matching one.

“Cheers brother” Chibs patted Happy on the back, “a owe ye one, but right now I’m taking my girl home, and showing her once and for all, who she belongs ti”.

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canon-transgender-virgil · 3 years

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Check In (Intrulogical)

A/N: Finished this fic relatively quickly! It's a lot shorter than the Roceit one I posted earlier this week but it's still kinda a long fic lol!

Summary: Directly following the events of WTIT, Remus pops into Logan's room for what he claims is a quick chat, but that quickly grows into something more when the two actually get to talking.

Content Warnings: innuendos, swearing, intrusive thoughts, implied NS/FW (but nothing happens, dw), hurt-comfort

Logan had taken shelter in his room the moment Thomas got home from his outing with Nico. The logical side couldn’t stand to be around the other sides at the moment and he needed to sort out what was going on in his head.

The spectacled side took a deep breath and sat at his desk, staring at the wooden tabletop before slamming his fist down on it. “Fuck!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, infinitely thankful for the magic soundproofing around everyone’s rooms. What would the others think if they heard the rational, level headed (yeah right) Logic yelling expletives at random in his room?

He straightened his tie and glasses and got up, summoning a straw dummy labeled “Thomas”. He stood in front of it and glared at the doll, visibly angry, before he began ranting to it. He talked and talked, yelling at the dummy about how angry he was at being constantly ignored and pushed aside and made fun of, and if the familiar 10 notes announcing a certain Creativity’s presence hadn’t gotten his attention, he would have continued.

“My my Logan, you’ve got so much to say and no one to say it to, huh!” The moustached side raised an eyebrow, smirking at the nerd.

“...what do you want, Remus.” Logan’s words were curt, like he was trying to say just little enough to make the Dark Side leave.

“Gosh, I can’t just talk to a friend?-”

“We are not friends.”

“Ouch!” Remus pretended to be injured. “You’re so prickly, like a kinda sexy cactus! What’s up your ass today?”

Logan stopped and consulted his flashcards, hearing Remus snicker at this and trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning slightly. “Um… Ah.” He found the card he was looking for and examined it a little. “Nothing is ‘up my ass’ today, Remus. You know full well why I’m upset.”

“Uh huh, cuz I called you out on your lying ass.” He sounded irritatingly proud of that fact.

“Yes, well, you got what you wanted. Are you just here to rub it in my face?” Logan stared at Remus, though he noticeably avoided direct eye contact with the gremlin of a side.

Remus frowned. “No, actually.”

“Then you’re here to make me… feel… worse, correct?”

“Nope!” The green-sashed monster grinned.

“Then what do you possibly hope to gain from this interaction?” The blue tied Side frowned. Remus wasn’t here to bug him, or to upset him further? What reason, then, did he have to come to Logan’s room?

“It’s like I said earlier, I wanted to talk to you!”

“...what about?”

Remus shrugged. “I dunno! What do you wanna talk about?”

Logan blinked. “...excuse me?”

“Yeah! Let’s hear what you wanna talk about!” The Duke sat down on Logan’s bed and grinned up at him.

“...” The teacher was silent. “...you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Remus blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I-?”

“Yes, I figured as much. Remus, I don’t have time for your games and if you’re simply going to make fun of me you can just-”

“Woah! Pump the brakes Lo, who said I was making fun of you?” The green side looked legitimately confused.

Logan crossed his arms. “Remus, statistically speaking, a total of… Zero sides share any of my interests. A total of three sides have shown aversion to or have mocked the things I consider interesting or enj- er, have a vague liking towards. Why should I believe you aren’t here to add to the latter set of data?”

“First of all, because I sat through that whole talk.” Remus joked. Seeing that Logan just rolled his eyes, he continued. “And secondly, because we also have some of the same interests! Your census of mockery only includes J-Anus, Emo Boy, Hop-Pop Patton and my dumbass brother!”

“Really? Then what are some of those shared interests, oh Duke of Imaginary Death?”

“That was terrible, one.” Remus held up his pointer finger. “And two, we both like chemistry, and poisoning, and astronomy-”

“Wait wait wait.” Logan held a hand up to silence Remus for a moment. “You… like astronomy?”

“Sure! What’s more existentially terrifying than imagining going hurtling right into the sun, or a black hole, or-” Remus’s eyes widened as he talked about the possibilities.

“Thank you, Remus.” Logic sighed. “But… why talk with… me?”

“Cuz… I kinda owe it to you? After being a dickhead all day?”

Logan blinked. “You didn’t have a phallus for a head today?-”

“Figure of speech, teach.” Remus explained curtly.

Logan ‘ah’d’ and nodded.

“And anyways… I wanted to apologize.”

That caused Logan to stop. “...you… wanted to apologize… to me?”

“Yeah, it’s weird for me too, but it’s true! I didn’t mean to make you so mad you - figuratively - blew up, I just wanted to prove a point.”

“I appreciate your use of the word figuratively Remus, and… thank you.”

“No problem!” Remus grinned and thought for a second. “So… wanna talk about forensics?”

Logan’s eyes lit up. “Do I ever!-” He stopped. “Ah, uh, I mean… If you’d like to…?”

Remus giggled. “Cute! But you don’t have to hide that, not around me at least!”

“...thank you…” Logan smiled softly and the duke’s heart just about stopped.

“Uh, um… no problem Nerdy Wolverine.” Remus smiled weakly at the cute nerd.

The logical side rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Remus’s shoulder, which brought the moustached side’s attention to just how touch starved he was - a problem for another day, Mus.

“So what d'ya wanna talk about? Black lights, true crime?”

“Both interesting conversations, but… how about another topic you mentioned earlier?” Logan sounded timid, like he was scared Remus would stop listening if he dared to change the subject.

“Oh? What’d you have in mind?” The intrusive thot tilted his head at a sickening 180 degree angle, but that didn’t seem to bother Logan.

“You mentioned being fascinated by astrology as well. Would you like to talk about that?”

“Of course I would, my nerdy Astro-Boy Toy~” Remus laughed at his own nickname, to which Logan rolled his eyes again. “What about space, starlight?”

Logan’s smile grew ever so slightly, thankfully drawing Remus’s attention to that as opposed to his pink cheeks. “Well… let’s talk about constellations. You’re a storyteller of sorts, what’s your favorite constellation origin story?”

“Ooh, how fun!” Remus grinned. “Well, I personally love the story of Aquila, the king who got turned into a golden eagle messenger thing because Zeus got jealous of how much people liked him! You know, he’s the one who brought Zeus his cupbearer, Ganymede? That’s where the Aquarius constellation comes from! He was some Trojan prince, he ended up being the god of homosexual love! Historians think his name was a euphemism, since it’s a combination of the Greek words for ‘gladdening’ and ‘genitals’!”

Logan nodded and watched Remus explain the stories, smiling at how enthusiastically Remus shared the information. Remus noticed this and stopped. “Well, how ‘bout you, teach?”

“Huh?” Logan blinked, being pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Remus’s voice.

“You wanted to talk about constellations! What’s your favorite story?”

“Oh, um… I enjoy the story of Orion, the hunter who killed so many innocent creatures that Gaea sent a large scorpion to kill him and then put both of them in the stars for all eternity.”

“Huh! So that Scorpio constellation…?”

“Yes, that’s its origin story as well.” Logan smiled.

“Funny! I would never have guessed it!” That wasn’t true. Remus knew each and every constellation origin story like the back of his palm. He loved Greek mythology, but the only thing he loved more than that was seeing how Logan’s face lit up when he got to explain it. “Any other stories?”

The teacher blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Oh, um… I also enjoy the Cassiopeia story…”

The duke’s face brightened, eagerly awaiting Logan’s explanation. The spectacled astronomer’s face turned pink when he realized this, not sure what to do with this sort of attention.

“Well, Cassiopeia was a queen in Ancient Greece and she claimed to be the most beautiful thing in creation, which Posideon took personally since he had made what he considered to be the most beautiful creatures, and those were the sea nymphs. So Posideon sent Cetus, this giant sea monster, to torment the town, and he told the citizens that if they wanted him to get rid of the monster, Cassiopeia would have to apologize. She didn’t, so they asked if they could do anything else, and Posideon said if they sacrificed Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda to him that Cetus would go away, so the townspeople kidnapped her and brought her down to the pier. Poseidon didn’t like that, of course, since he was really just trying to get Cassiopeia to apologize and didn’t want some poor mortal’s blood on his hands so he let Perseus save her and kill Cetus.

“As punishment for almost letting her daughter die to save her own pride and for insulting the gods, they put her in the sky upside down on a chair to humiliate her for the rest of time.” Logan had gotten pretty excited while he explained the story, grinning widely as he finally finished it.

Remus was silent the entire time, watching how happily Logan told him a story he’d heard a million times before and thinking about how nice it was to be able to hear it from the nerd’s perspective.

Logan, finally remembering Remus was there, coughed softly and adjusted his tie, his smile fading. “Um, apologies, Remus. Thank you for letting me ramble.”

“Lo, you were telling a story! That’d be really dickish for someone to just cut you off during a story, you know?”

“I know, but I still appreciate it.” Logan yawned and Remus realized he looked tired, like the story had exhausted him.

“You wanna take a nap, teach?” The duke frowned and tilted his head.

“I… I have to finish up my work for the day…” The logical side moved his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“...Lo?”

“Yes…?”

“You had a long day. Yes it was cuz I was being a bitch, but still, you need to get some sleep. Or, y’know, I’m gonna be even more of a bitch to deal with!” Threatening intrusive thoughts usually worked to get Janus to go to bed when he refused to sleep, so he figured he’d try the technique out on Logan.

The nerd however simply shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t think so, Remus. I can… I can handle you…”

“You couldn’t today, could you?” Remus accidentally blurted out before immediately covering his mouth. “Oh my god I didn’t mean that-”

“It’s fine, Remus.” Logan stated, rubbing his eyes. “You’re right. I couldn’t handle you today. But I really do have to finish working on this-”

“I’ll stay with you if you go to bed!” The duke once again blurted out. “Cuz I don’t think you’d wanna stay alone with Orange so close by, y’know? I can stay and like, fend him off!”

Logic blinked at the proposition and squinted. “...you… want to stay with me? Why are you so adamant about me getting proper sleep?”

“Well one, cuz it’s already 10:30 at night, and two, cuz… you know, I don’t wanna end up actually hurting you!”

That further surprised Logan. “You don’t want to end up hurting me? I was under the impression that that’s something you enjoyed.”

“Well…” Remus was hesitant to explain - that tipped Logan into the fact that it was probably something more than that.

“What’s really going on Remus?” The stern side crossed his arms and stared at the Creativity.

“...okay, I don’t wanna be alone tonight!” The duke stomped his foot and crossed his arms, looking away. “My nightmares have been getting worse and Janus is hanging out with Roman and Patton today and Virgil hates my guts so I figured I’d at least try to hang out with the one side that for some reason still tolerates my dumb ass!” He sounded a little hurt, and added, “Or, one that wouldn’t immediately kick me out or hit me with a broom at the mere sight of me.”

Logan blinked. “Nightmares? You suffer from nightmares?”

Remus sighed and tugged on his sash. “Yeah, they suck ass - not in a fun way - but it’s part of the job description, y’know?”

“I don’t. But… does this mean you also suffer from intrusive thoughts?”

“...yeah… They’re kinda the reason I came in here in the first place...”

The logical side sighed. “Remus, you could have told me sooner you just needed company. I’m not the best at keeping up conversation but I could have at least put on a movie for you to refocus on something other than your intrusive thoughts.”

The duke blinked. “You… you’re not gonna just kick me out?”

“Why would I? You’re in need of assistance and I’m going to provide it for you.” Logan got up and rummaged through his DVD stack. “What would you like to watch?”

Remus stretched and looked over. “Whatever ya want, Sub-astute but Super Cute Teacher.”

Both sides flushed red when they realized what Remus had said.

“...interesting nickname, Remus.” Logan gulped, looking down.

“Yeah, uh…” The duke laughed weakly. “Well, I guess that cat’s out of the plastic bag it was choking in, huh?”

“What, that you think I’m cute?” The teacher looked over at the moustached Creativity. “You already called me sexy.”

“Well yeah, but that felt less… sappy, than calling you cute. And anyways, I meant that I was into you. Ooh, do you have Coraline?”

Logan stopped. “...repeat that, please?”

“The Coraline thing?-”

“The thing before the Coraline request.”

“Oh yeah, I like you.” Remus was right to the point, like always. “When I saw you take the shuriken to the face and just keep on moving right along… God, that was an image!” The duke gripped his thigh and shook his head, stopping himself from reaching down his pants.

“And you’re telling me this now… why?” The teacher was still reeling from the initial confession.

“We don’t get to talk one-on-one a lot! Plus, I don’t really like talking about cutesy emotions - that’s Roman’s department, y’know?”

Logan nodded slowly.

“Anyways, I changed my mind on the movie, can you put on Monster House?”

The spectacled side nodded and got the CD for Monster House, putting it in the DVD player and sitting next to the green-sashed side. He should have figured Remus wouldn’t be the type to linger on his feelings, and he was grateful for that at least. He couldn’t handle talking about feelings for long periods, especially not his own, but to have one of the most passionate sides just drop the fact that they liked him and immediately move on from that fact? It was odd. He almost couldn’t believe it.

Remus meanwhile was laying on the bed and watching the movie intently, smiling brightly at the screen before realizing that Logan had gotten into bed next to him. He turned over a little and growled “seductively” at the teacher, who laughed softly at the dark creativity. The sound caused butterflies to erupt in the duke’s stomach, flustering him a little. He smiled back at the logical side before returning his attention to the movie.

Logan meanwhile admired Remus, watching as he talked excitedly about the movie. He found it strangely endearing, how excitable Remus got when he was able to talk about things he found interesting. He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as he found himself falling asleep soon after the thought passed through his head. The astronerd yawned and passed out, sleeping peacefully next to the intrusive side.

The duke didn’t notice until he felt warm arms wrap around him. It startled the hell out of him, but he relaxed after he realized it was simply the sleeping teacher clinging to him. He carefully took Logan’s glasses off and turned off the TV before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

**The next morning**

Logan woke up first the following morning, still a little tired but feeling much better than he did the previous night. Vision blurry, the blind scholar felt around his nightstand for his glasses before realizing he was curled up into another person. He quickly got his specs on and saw the sleeping form of Remus below him, remembering that Remus had asked to stay with him the night before.

He looked at the sleeping creativity, who looked much more peaceful (and admittedly much cuter) asleep than he ever did awake. Still feeling somewhat tired, the Sherlock kinnie looked away and closed his eyes, feeling his face start to burn. When did he start thinking of Remus as “cute”?

Logan didn’t have too much time to dwell on it as he heard Remus start to stir. “Ugh… morning starshine…”

The teacher jumped and sighed. “Oh, good morning Remus. Did you sleep well?”

“Like an asphyxiated baby… you?” Remus groaned and stretched, waking up a bit more.

“I slept well too.” Logan fidgeted with his hands. The dark creativity, sensing the spectacled nerd’s unease, sat up and went to get off the bed. He was somewhat shocked to feel Logan tug on his sleeve. “Stay. I wanted to talk about what you said to me last night.”

“Oh… that.” Remus sighed and sat back on the bed. “What about it?”

“I… I’m not entirely sure what it feels like, but I think I reciprocate your feelings?”

Remus’s expression changed from slight concern to a poorly hidden malicious grin. “Oh? You’re into me?”

“I… think I am.” Logan nodded slightly.

The duke was silent for a moment before bursting into a grating cackle. “Oh- oh my god! Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me nerd!”

The scholarly side tensed up and blinked. “Excuse me?-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! What kind of goddamn loser are you, to think I - or anyone really - would like you?! Especially after the bullshit you pulled yesterday, like Jesus Christ you’re pathetic!”

Logan’s heart sank as he heard Remus say this. “So you were, what, mocking me?!”

“No shit, Sherlock!” The intrusive side cackled once again before morphing into a huge octopus-human hybrid monster and grabbing the teacher. “You’re so fucking stupid! What on Earth made you think someone like me would like someone like you?! You’re lucky any of the others even talk to you anymore!”

Logan panicked as the tentacles pulled him up to Remus’s razor sharp teeth, about to chomp down on his head, when-

“Lo! Logan, wake up!” The logical side heard Remus’s voice coming from somewhere it should not have been, and Logan woke up with a start. Remus frowned as the teacher practically flung himself away from him.

“Get away from me!” Logan’s voice sounded frantic and panicked, like a cornered animal.

“Woah, woah!” The creativity held his hands up in surrender. “Teach, it’s me!”

The teacher took a few deep breaths and grounded himself, looking around. “...right, right… Apologies, Remus…”

“No problem, Nerdy Wolverine. Now, care to tell me what happened?”

Logan sighed and moved over to Remus, explaining to him his nightmare, tentatively telling the nightmare inducing side that he’d tried professing his mutual love to the other before getting horrendously mocked and belittled.

“Sounds a lot like my Nightmare Nico scenario. Has this happened before?” Remus had managed to ignore his thundering heartbeat and the cheering going on in his head - Logan likes me back!! He could focus on that later. Right now, Logan needed his help.

“No. I don’t normally dream, period, so to get a nightmare is extremely unprecedented.”

“Huh… so, I’m the reason you had the nightmare?”

“That would be the logical conclusion, though I had assumed that your effects would be… muffled, in my room?”

“Maybe it’s a mix of psychological and my effect on you guys? Like you were stressed or anxious about last night so my ability to give people nightmares got amplified?”

Logan nodded. “Interesting hypothesis, and it’s… definitely possible. I apologize for yelling at you earlier.”

Remus shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve heard worse.”

The nerd nodded and the two were silent for a moment before Remus sighed and asked what they were both thinking. “So. I like you, and you… apparently like me back? What does that make us?”

Logan hesitated. “I… I’m not sure. What would you like us to be?”

The duke grinned. “How about boyfriends?”

The scholar smiled. “I think I’d like that.”

Remus beamed brighter and moved a bit before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”

Once again mildly surprised by the other’s bluntness, Logan nodded and scooted closer to the dark creativity. Remus quickly pulled the former into a kiss.

Logan was the first to pull away, flushed red and smiling to himself. “I think I could get used to this.”

Remus grinned and took the scholar’s hand. “Me too, Lo. Me too.”

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