#my dumb question was about if they were together with a friend of theirs they talk to for like 10 hours a day
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The GED
Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader
Summary - There's more than one way to be smart. Or so you've been told. But how on Earth do you go about proving that you're not (the stupid, illiterate Avenger) dumb?
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"Can you please just listen to me?" Sam begs you. "I'm telling you this is a bad idea."
"Or it's an amazing idea and it'll all be for the better!" you counter, plating the last of your freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
He snatches a cookie from the plate when he thinks you're not watching, "Or you'll make an already strained relationship like ten times worse."
You glare at him, snatching the cookie back and placing it back on the plate, "Or by then end of the day we'll have a new set of friends."
Bucky groans, entering the room just in time to hear your rebuttal to Sam's negativity, "Please, not more friends. I don't like the ones I have as it is."
"See?" Sam wildly gestures to Bucky. "When do we ever agree on anything? It just proves that this is a terrible idea!"
"Hi," Bucky finally greets you, gently pecking your lips. "Missed you. Now, who exactly are we trying to make friends with?"
"The SHIELD agents downstairs," you blithely reply.
Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you, "Why? They hate us."
"That's exactly what I said!" Sam frantically exclaims.
"Have we ever asked ourselves why they hate us?" you muse. "Maybe we need to be a little nicer to them."
"Or maybe it's because they're bitter and jealous that we're better than them," Sam remarks.
"Well, it's definitely not because of Sam's incredible sense of humility," Bucky sarcastically retorts.
"Shut up," Sam snarks. "And we are better. Our stats are better, we get first pick of assignments, our mission times are like a third of theirs, Fury trusts us a hell of a lot more, and we get all the good snacks."
"And that means we can't be friends?" you rhetorically ask. "We work together all the time!"
"Listen, it's not that bad of a deal," Bucky tries to convince you. "They tolerate us. We tolerate them. It's never caused a problem on missions or anything, so who cares? Not everyone in this world is going to like you."
"Who else doesn't like me?" you frantically question, quirking an eyebrow at Bucky.
"Everyone likes you," Bucky assures you.
"Except the people downstairs," Sam teases.
"That's it!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "I'm going down there. I'm just going to bring these cookies down there and talk to them. They're just people, I'm sure they're all really nice!"
"Nice going," Bucky mutters to Sam, elbowing him in the ribs. "Come on, can't we just leave well enough alone? Isn't it enough that the people who actually know you like you? And not to mention, I like you and I don't like anybody."
"Aww.." you coo at Bucky, caressing his cheek. "Nope, too late, I'm committed."
"Why?" Sam groans. "You're never going to get everyone in the world to like you!"
"Oh, yes, I can! I've spend my entire time out in the world cultivating a personality that's impossible not to like just to satisfy my compulsive people pleasing tendencies."
Bucky's eyebrows furrow as a teasing smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, "People really don't see this side of you enough."
Sam nods, "You're a little scary when you think people don't like you."
"Scary or strangely endearing?" you wonder.
"Scary! Definitely scary!"
Bucky sighs to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, "You're not going to leave this alone, are you?"
You beam at the two of them, scooping up the plate of cookies, "Not even a little bit."
"It's a bad idea!" Sam bellows down the corridor as you walk away from him.
You roll your eyes as you step onto the elevator and tell Friday to take you to the third floor, where the SHIELD agents typically hung out.
It wasn't a bad idea. It was a great idea. What could go wrong with trying to bring people closer together? They were just people. They were people you had to trust with your lives, why not get to know them a little bit more?
As you step off the elevator, you immediately notice that this layout is almost identical to the one upstairs, except without all the extravagant touches of Tony Stark. You amble down the hallway, looking for a sign of anyone. You figure if the layout is the same, their common room will be in the same place as the one upstairs.
You're right, you realize when you start to hear faint voices from where you thought their common room would be. Even all the way down the hall, voices echo off the walls as you make your way closer.
You certainly don't mean to eavesdrop or listen into a conversation that you're not supposed to hear.
No, you definitely don't mean to eavesdrop on your new friends, but the open floor plan does nothing to dampen the sounds of their booming voices.
"Yeah, I leave first thing tomorrow," an unfamiliar voice sighs.
"Who with?" someone else asks.
You don't like the way they spit Bucky's name out in disgust, "Barnes."
"Oh, he's the worst!" the same voice dramatically groans. You silently scoff at the insinuation that Bucky was the worst. "He just sits and stares like he's got nothing better to do."
"Please, I'd take him over his girlfriend any day," a different female scoffs.
You freeze at the mention of yourself. You know you should go. You shouldn't be listening to this. The things they were saying were definitely not nice, but neither was eavesdropping.
"Oh come on, she's not that bad."
You sigh in relief, feeling a little better that someone was defending you. You could go upstairs and tell Sam that he was wrong, not all the SHIELD agents were that bad.
And in the next second, you were proved very, very wrong.
"She's just such an idiot!" Your stomach twists in knots as the same SHIELD agent continues complaining about you. This is what you got for eavesdropping, you tell yourself. They're entitled to their own opinions about you. Better yet, you could change their minds and show them that there was more to you than what meets the eye. You just don't want to believe that people can be this mean, that it's so easy for them to be this casually cruel. They just didn't know you. You were sure that if they did know you all, they wouldn't be saying such awful things. "I don't know what everyone sees in her, but I swear I can see right through that whole Sunshine act."
"I dunno, she acted like that on the last mission I had with her."
"She didn't let up? Not once?"
"Nope! The whole time."
"I'd rather get caught by the bad guys then deal with her for a whole week."
"Who knows, maybe Barnes likes them dumb," the agent giggles. The words feel like a punch to the gut. You want to leave, to turn on your heels and pretend like you never heard a thing, but you're frozen in shock. "Like a Stepford Wife thing."
"If that's true, then they'll be together forever," the same agent, the one going on a mission with Bucky tomorrow, jokes.
"What do you think they even talk about?"
"Who knows?"
"My question is what kind of adult makes it knowing as little as she does?"
"The kind with Fury in their back pocket."
"Exactly! It's the only reason she's even apart of the team. I'd bet anything she's never even picked up a book."
"Can I tell you guys something?" an agent exclaims. "Someone got into a bunch of their files upstairs. And guess what? She can't even read! She's illiterate! An illiterate Avenger!"
Your blood runs cold. Those were private. They held so much intimate information about you and your history and they were using it to make fun of you, make fun of the people that chose to love you.
You weren't sure what was worse, that they were using your past to make fun of you, or that they knew intimate details of your past, they knew the torment you were put through as a child and they still thought it was funny, they still used it as a way to belittle you. As though you had any control over it. As though it was your fault.
It's only then that you realize that tears are staining your cheeks, that you're still standing in the hallway with a plate of cookies as a peace offering for the SHIELD agents making fun of you and your friends.
"Probably doesn't even know what a book is. Maybe her next mission should be a day of kindergarten."
It's mean. It's meaner than they have any right to be, but a lightbulb goes off in your head as you finally regain the ability to leave.
You furiously wiped away your tears, storming down the corridor and back to your side of the Compound. You leave the plate of pastries on the counter for your team mates.
And you made a decision right then and there. You wouldn't cry. You wouldn't try to convince them that you were smart. You would just do better. Be better. You were going to show them that you could be more than the illiterate Avenger.
In that very moment, you decide your very next mission: School.
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KNEW IT!
an Alex Albon fluff scenario 🧡
scenario: when Alex appears in his famous “best friend” ’s live stream while shirtless, internet breaks, and so does the twitch quartet’s group chat.
warning: curse words, semi-nudity (Alex is shirtless), 18+ jokes
pai’s words: all my love to lily but I just HAD to write this with him..
“NOOOOOOO, why did I do that ?”
Screaming in agony, Y/N and their thousands of viewers watch the character fall while the other players keep on running around. It was a dumb move really, they had to wait for the inclined platform to move closer but they didn’t wait enough and jumped right in the void, effectively losing the game. As much as Fall Guys is fun, especially for the viewers, the young adult is becoming more and more frustrated.
It started as a dumb bet made on twitter(X), as usual. And it’s not going well.
“No, guys, I SWEAR I can finish first, just wait ! Oh, thanks a lot user ynfanacc for the subscription, it means a lot !”
Smiling and talking with their chat, they are waiting for a new game to load so they can prove their worth and finally win. As a pretty popular streamer, they livestream pretty much everything, from random reacts to indie games, while not forgetting formula one related stuffs. This is mainly what makes them as known as they are, the way they can do anything and still make it entertaining and interesting.
Added to that, of course, is their close friendship with Alex, the Williams’ driver. Inseparable since their childhood, the two of them went through everything together and the whole world know this, the lingering questions about the real nature of their relationship hanging in the air. Officially, they are strictly best friends, bullying each other on social medias and celebrating together no matter what. Only themselves know what is happening behind closed doors, or well, that was true only seconds ago.
“Hey, babe, d’you know where my phone is ?”
It all happens in slow motion, Y/N spinning right towards the voice, the chat going wild, a very bare-chested, only-wearing-briefs Alex on full display in their live. The streamer doesn’t know how the pilot didn’t realize they were live, as they had been shouting and very clearly speaking with people for the past hour. Still, it’s now done and they have to react quickly, spinning back towards their computer, they hurriedly logs off without uttering a word while the man behind them curses and apologizes.
“Oh shit, fuck, I didn’t notice you were live, I’m so sorry babe I swear I didn’t know”
Sighing, Y/N stares at their black screen before getting up from their chair and walking towards Alex, slapping his chest slightly before leaning against it.
“-You’re so dumb.
-I know, I know, I’m sorry love, I really am.
-Well, what do we do now ? Jump right inside the storm and announce it or just ignore it and wait ?
-I mean, I’m pretty sure all internet is now aware of what happened so..
-Yeah, I’ll make an insta story. Dumbass.”
The man follows his lover towards their bedroom like a lost puppy, sitting on the bed next to them while they open the app up. In the corner of the room, under one of his shirt laying on the floor, he sees something light up and soon realizes it’s his phone, getting up to snatch it before laying back down next to his partner. As much as he expected his fans, and theirs, to be in shambles, he didn’t expect the 50+ messages from his three friends in their group chat. Snorting, he opens the chat and scroll quickly through what he’s missed before replying.
perceval: talk about a soft launch eh..
landon’t: BRO I KNEW IT!!!!! WTF
georgia: I’m so betrayed rn I don’t even know what to say
landon’t: ALBONO GOT GAMESSSSS
perceval: never wanted to see this much of Alex, someone pass me the bleach asap
georgia: you could’ve at least put some pants on, bro
landon’t: boi was busy BUSY 😏😏😏
georgia: ew
perceval: ew
me: ew
georgia: ALEXWTF
perceval: he’s here!! the traitor is here !! the filthy, lying sneak is here !!
me: you guys are just dramatic
landon’t: YOU HID YOUR RELATIONSHIP WTH MAN WE TRUSTED YOU
me: well… ily guys (ew) but I can’t say I trust your big blabbermouths with secrets like this
georgia: tf
peceval: tf
landon’t: tf
Snickering, the young man lets his phone fall on the bed and turns to his other half, still focused on making the perfect insta story about the situation. That was one of the things he deeply loved about them, while they may seem chaotic, explosive for those who don’t know them, they truly are meticulous and thoughtful, careful with every little things they do, every little things they say. They’re pure and sincere, a kind soul with only good intentions, and that’s everything Alex needs. His friends may act surprised, they all knew that deep down, the two souls were tied from the very beginning, and it was only a matter of time until they realized.
After some minutes, the other huffs and finally turns their phone towards the man laying down, showing him their hard work. If it were up to him, a simple sentence or two with would have been enough, he doesn’t really care about people’s opinion and whatsoever, but he knows they do, so he carefully takes the phone and look at the screen. It’s actually pretty simple considering how long it took, a picture of the two of them and a text. He smiles his usual broad smile at them and nods, taking the opportunity to kiss their cheek, despite their halfhearted complain.
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So I was reading your Athena & Apollo headcanons and it made me think of a hc to help fill a (very mild but infinitely frustrating) plot hole in the books! (Well, plot hole is stretching it, it’s not even a plot dent, more like a detail inconsistency that affects Literally Nothing but it has driven me crazy since I read mcga)
The detail in question: Why are all of Athena’s kids blonde and (possibly) curly-haired, when Annabeth is said to get her hair from her dad and Athena has never actually appeared as a blonde? (Aside from that time in Sea of Monsters but tbf that was a hallucination so possibly not accurate). It’s bothered me for a while, because Athena doesn’t Do romance and therefore it wouldn’t really make sense for her to have a Type, right? Why would someone attracted to mortal’s intellect care about their hair color? I guess I just figured she’d been blonde for a while and decided to go brunette later, but the “dumb blonde” stereotype has been around for a long time, having been especially prevalent since the ‘50s, and I can’t imagine Athena to want to be seen as anything less than the smartest person in the room.
But then your hcs got me thinking… we know that Athena is very proud, but she’s also deeply insecure. Like, “she got made fun of for playing the flute One Time by two goddesses known to be bitchy that she already did not get along with and threw it into the woods with a curse and refused to pick it up again (until Apollo coaxed her to)” insecure. And she doesn’t have very many friends, does she? Apollo’s kind of all she has, other than mortals, but her relationship with mortals is that of a devotee and a god. Reverence is not the same thing as connection. But Apollo, who is in a similar boat to her, makes connections so easily! Even at his worst, he makes people like him against both his and their will. Even his relationships with his devotees were… well they were messy lbr but they were also very genuine, most of the time. There was something more, there.
So, all this rambling to say: what if the reason Athena’s kids all look so similar is because Athena chose to look like Apollo? I don’t think she chose to act like him, but. I dunno. Maybe she thought mortals would like her better if she looked more like her pretty, popular brother. She’s always had to listen to people, mortals and immortals alike, praise her brother for just about everything while she had to fight for even a scrap of respect. Maybe she thought she could absorb at least a little of that something that makes people genuinely like him. That something that draws her to him again and again. Maybe it’s like armor, pulling on her brother’s face. If they don’t like her, it’s not because it’s her, right? Apollo’s been driving everybody crazy lately, anyway… (and yet, he’s still more beloved than her…)
And that ALSO feeds into my preexisting headcanons about Apollo looking like a Chase, which is fun!! (I think his modern godly form looks more similar to Magnus but Lester has a face/hair texture that is really, really similar to annabeth’s! So when he bashes the two forms together he makes the two of them look even more like siblings because he’s basically a bridge between the two of them, lol. But his old godly form looked strikingly similar to Annabeth in a lot of ways… hmmmm.)
Anyway it’s kind of a convoluted hc and once again falls into the “Apollo is the specialist little guy in the WORLD” mindset but I!!! Just like it!!!! When siblings are weird and messy!!! And admiration gets mixed up with jealousy and genuine affection is twisted by circumstance and time!!! And identity issues!!! And loneliness!!! It’s latching on to someone and having them be your whole world when you know that you’re just a small part of theirs!!! AUGHHH. Weird fucked up Olympus dynamics my belovedddd
HELLO LONG ASK
I never noticed this before, but this explanation seems Interesting👀
And don't worry, this fandom basically goes "AND THIS IS WHY APOLLO IS [insert description here" ALL the time XD
BUT YES THE COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP EAT THEM UP WE ARE EATING THEM TOGETHER!!! :D
#the oracle speaks#the trials of apollo#apollo#athena#knowledge n wisdom#pjo apollo#pjo athena#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#magnus chase#annabeth chase#fredrick chase#natalie chase
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Hi, I really like your rational views on KM and I'd love to hear your opinion on the following. Forgive me If you've already touched upon it, but something you said in a previous ask made me perk up.
Some people believe that whatever content comes out of Jikook's NY/CT trip will diminish its value as being 'real' jikook content. That the sharing of it with ARMY instantly makes it 'fanservice', instead of something for them (are people forgetting abt GCFT?) real moments. What in your eyes would still make it special?
I'm of the belief that they are idols living semi public lives. Even when they're working they'll have moments that are special for them. Those moments also happen to further their special bond. A bond that ARMY feeds off of. Can we still call that fanservice when they've essentially had a workplace romance? Where do you think the boundary lies for them?
They have yet to share anything about their trip, and maybe they're not doing that because 1. It's private, 2. It's future content, 3. Maybe both?
Thanks a million!
"Some people believe that whatever content comes out of Jikook's NY/CT trip will diminish its value as being 'real' jikook content. That the sharing of it with ARMY instantly makes it 'fanservice', instead of something for them (are people forgetting abt GCFT?) real moments."
Before I start here, I just want to clarify that I neve said that.
I don't think you are saying I did, and yet there might be those that misunderstood my words?
I was saying that they had a private trip in the guise of a work one. That the purpose was private, their own, all while it will be disguised as creating content, because in this place in time it's the best they could do.
Now that we have that cleared, I'm on to your ask.
I personally don't think that them releasing content from their trip will diminish from it. It's all about what that trip meant to them, not what it proves or disproves to us.
You do get the difference, right?
Even in the very very little we got (saw or heard) from their trip, they were enjoying themselves. Btw, at the stop&shop they were on their own. Even if there was a crew with them, even if they were filming some of it, it most definitley wasn't all of it. It was their trip and I'm assuming that they got to decide what will be filmed and turned into content and what will be theirs and only theirs. They got to experience time together, just the two of them. They got to get away, just before their schedules turn crazy. They got to do this before the looming enlistment. I'm sure it meant the world to them. And if creating some content was a price to pay for it, then they were ok to pay it. But in no way does it diminish from the importance of this to them.
As for what this proves or disproves, well that's a question that those who don't believe or want to accept they are a couple raise to create doubt. And truthfully one we shouldn't be paying any attention to, because it's downright stupid. They created content, so what? They also travelled and enjoyed themselves and were giggly happy and if anyone claims this was forced on them for content purposes they are outright dumb. I will ask them another question. What other 2 members have EVER done this kind of thing? Travel together, like a couple, not for the first time, to create content?
I'm kind of sick of the fanservice narrative. As a whole, every content released is fanservice, to an extent. Not the "we are creating a fake moment because the fans might want it" kind of fanservice though. BTS mostly doesn't do that. I've talked about this a lot in the past. Releasing content the fans like doesn't make it fake or unreal. And documenting their trip and sharing parts of it with us doesn't make their bond and love and enjoyment of each other any lesser.
When we travel and document and share with family and friends, are we doing it for them or for us? Yes, it's not exactly the same, but you can take from it. JK has done it in the past, it's not something strange or new to him. GCFT was a masterpiece and all about his private trip with JM. A very important trip for the two of them. Was GCFT fanservice? Fuck no!!! It was JK letting us see a glimpse of them, of his love for JM, of their trip together. JM also posted his vlogs, and they weren't fanservice either, just him sharing a little more discretely, or more so less obviously.
So, conclusion, sharing parts of their trip (I really don't think this will be a BV or ITS type of content, more like a trip vlog), is not fanservice (not fake) and did not diminish from the importance of the trip for the two of them.
You ask if it can be fanservice when it's a workplace romance. Well, again, we are back to what the actual definition of fanservice is. And the thing is when it's used by people when it comes to Jikook we know it's the fake, forced, ingenuine meaning behind it. So, to that I would say that if the feelings are genuine and they are acting on them, they are not fanservice in that perspective. Do some fans like it? Yes they do. Fact: in PTD LA when JK was hanging over JM at the end of So what, JM all flustered, JK being as loud as shit, the cameras, you know, those that are there to capture fanservice, panned away. Purposefully. I have 1001 examples of Jikook moments cut or Jikook moments in the background, them unaware of the cameras capturing them. Point being, they do what they do because they are who they are and that's their relationship, their bond, their dynamics, content or not. Their interactions. Their reactions to each other. They are all genuine. Not put on. Not fake.
If the fans enjoy them, so be it. But they are not created for the fans.
Get the difference?
And you ask about boundaries. Well, they are clearly set. Because they are a closeted queer couple and because they want a semblance of privacy as well. Both being the reason, btw, they didn't share being together on JK's birthday this year. The lack of a buffer might have made it too obvious this year (especially after JM's pic drop).
As for sharing from their trip, I'd say it's a combination of it being private and being future content. I do think we will get a little content from it, but it was a private and special trip for them, so there will be much untold.
What people fail to understand is that if this is future content, as in content that will be shared with us perhaps when they are away in the army, them creating this content together is huge and loud and telling. They are the only two within the group to do so. And if this is not a one of, as in there is more shared content, well...
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can u do one where reader and hanni are in a ldr and reader decides to surprise hanni one day HAHAHAHA im in a hanni drought i miss her sm
my dumbass, pham hanni
here u are anon! thanks for requesting, u've saved urself and others from the angst i was supposed to post ^^
eyebrows knitted together, another sigh escape your lips, ears catching the clattering sound of your friend's pen dropping on the wooden table. "can you seriously like, shut up?" you looked at her annoyed state, letting out a little laugh which absolutely ticked her off more.
she rose from where she sat and made her way towards you, her eyes lit with fire that could kill millions. "shit," you raised your hands up in defence, your own pair of eyes widening and washed over with fear. "i'm so sorry it's just that i miss her so much! her schedule's been so full nowadays that it's hard for her to make time for us, and i'm here busy studying for the upcoming exams that i sometimes fall asleep while we're on facetime."
the lit fire in her eyes were extinguished and transformed into empathy's, your lips pressing into a thin line. "i'm so-" "nope! i don't need empathy! go back to your studies." she nodded and complied, taking her seat on the floor and looked at you with regard. "i'm here if you need anyone to talk to, you know?"
you nod and took your seat on the chair adjacent to where she sat on the floor, turning your phone on and greeting the bright light when a great (dumb) idea popped in your head. your friend watched the moment unfurl, the light bulb shining brightly above your head.
"you know, whatever it is you're planning on doing, just know i don't approve." you shrug, "i'm sure you'll approve soon enough." as she want back to her studies, your eyes trained on your phone, immediately searching up 'qantas'.
after a few more prodding and tapping, you jumped in your seat and handed your phone to your friend, who's expression contorted to shock. she scoffed before handing you back your phone, "you're out of your goddamn mind."
you grinned, and all she wanted to do was snatch it off your face. "you're just jealous because i'm leaving school for 3 weeks." your friend huffed.
you boarded the earliest plane to korea the next day, threatening your friend concerning your stuff and the exasperated looks your school gave you after approaching them with the paper and the receipt.
you smiled as you reached the airport the next day after boarding the plane, texting hanni and inquiring about her whereabouts and where her dorms are. of course, she couldn't help but be suspicious of the sudden barrage of questions, playing it cool and saying "oh i'm sending you something :)"
she seemed to believe your little lie, humming to herself with a smile on her face as she carried on with the practice while you, on the other hand, exits the airport. you rung your friend who lives in korea, asking her to bring the biggest box she could and for her address too.
"you sure you don't need a hole for oxygen? you'll die in there." you smiled idiotically as she started to tape the box up, "at least i'll die doing something for my girlfriend." she groaned, "then your girlfriend will be in grief."
"fine! a small hole." she stabs a hole close to your face and you shriek, falling over with a thump. "i hate you." "thanks for the 10,000 won by the way." as she loaded you up and struggled to push you in her car, you turned on your phone and chatted hanni, informing her that the "delivery" will be coming soon.
she replied with a "what?" as soon as your friend slapped the box, pulling the box with a grunt and dragging it on the front door. she rung the doorbell and sped away, pattering of footsteps and door opening followed after. "unnie, there's a box!"
"that's mine!" "oh, alright. what did you buy?" "i didn't buy anything." "then what is it?" you felt someone grabbed the sides of the box, presumably hanni because who else would touch an unknown box that's not theirs?
"why is this so heavy?" she groaned, "what the hell did she order for me?" after she finally managed to place you inside her room, she started to pierce the tape open, touching the pillow you've placed on top of yourself.
she unfolded the piece of cardboard and opened it, "a pillow?" taking that as your cue, you rose from box and screamed, eliciting one from hanni too, a high pitched one instead. "what the fuck!"
"surprise, honey." she looked at you like you were insane, nonetheless, running to your arms and enveloping herself with the warmth you provided. "that was fucking terrifying."
"i know." you grinned, pecking her cheek as the two of you pulled away. "say, help me get out of the box?" footsteps came pattering, but you and hanni didn't mind it, the only thing in your minds was that the two of you were back together in each other's company.
"when did you leave?" she asked as you patted yourself and fixed your clothes, taking a seat on her bed. "yesterday." she quirked an eyebrow, "how much exactly did you spend?"
"we don't need to talk about that. for now, what we need to talk about is," you pull her onto your lap, looking up at her with a cheeky smile as she looked down at you with flushed cheeks. "how you've been doing."
after booping her nose, she scrunches it and you place your hands on her waist, hanni leaning on your forehead. "you're a dumbass." you hummed in agreement, "yeah, your dumbass."
"yeah, my dumbass." she whispers, leaning in for a kiss when the two of you heard an "ew." followed by an "ow!"
broken records i kinda rushed this one😭 i'm sorry😭 i'll make it up to you someday anon🥰
#kpop#kpop gg#kpop x reader#kpop gg oneshots#kpop gg x reader#wlw#gxg fluff#newjeans x reader#newjeans#pham hanni x reader#pham hanni#hanni x reader#kpop oneshots#gxg
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Academic Rivals?
Part 1 - Scaramouche x Reader
Part 2 - Al-haitham x Reader
Part 3 - Dottore x Reader
Pairings: Al-haitham x Reader
C/W: fluff, enemies to lovers, modern au
You and Al-haitham never... Liked each other per se. You were always head butting one another, him being sarcastic and calm, while you, being hot-headed and chaotic.
You can never hold a proper conversation without belittling each other, and the conversation ends up being tossed away and forgotten.
So, what lead you to this predicament?
"Al-haitham and (Y/N), you will be working together-"
"SIR-"
"AND no objections!"
"Hmph, yes sir."
After going to their respective places, the other students were talking about their projects/research whilst the two were working individually despite needing to work together.
"You're doing that part, incorrectly, Al-haitham."
"If you must point out every little things I do, I might as well do the same, correct?"
And they fought again... Nevermind, let's skip to after class.
The students were piling out of class and going to their friend groups or go home, and (Y/N) went to theirs.
"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT-?! I'm FORCED to WORK with him! I can perfectly work on my own!"
"And then complain to us that you need a partner to work on the project because it's too much work load?"
"That's different! I just can't stand him! He took my place in the spot light so many times and he always shows it to me to tease me that I'm not at the top!"
"Alright, let's just go home, I'm sure he's not doing that on purpose..."
"BUT HE IS-!"
As (Y/N) continued to rant about how annoying their partner is and walking away, the 'partner' was listening in at the corner with someone else.
"You know, if you want them to fail so much, just distract them"
"How in the world will I do that-? Hmm... I have an idea."
"Just make sure you'll actually succeed in that plan of yours, who knows, they might outsmart you."
"Shut up, Kaveh."
"So grumpy~"
Al-haitham groaned at his roommate and walked away, not wanting to deal with him anymore.
The next day at school, Al-haitham and (Y/N) were peacefully working together, with no bickering, which surprised the others, but was relieved nonetheless because they didn't want to hear any more of their bickering
'What has gotten this man in a... Peaceful mood? He hasn't commented on my work yet...'
"That part of your essay is wrong."
"Are you saying I'm dumb?!"
"No, I'm just saying that you did that part wrong and our points may be deducted"
They looked at their work, and sure enough, it was actually wrong.
"Ah- Thanks."
He hummed as they continued working on their research, with helping one another and no fights happening.
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"And that's all, any questions?"
"None. And brava (Y/N) and Al-haitham! You successfully covered the entirety of the research and answered all of my questions right! You both get a 100 points!"
"Thank you, sir."
The day went by like a blur, the partners sticking together and talking to each other about random things, until the end of the day came.
"(Y/N), before you go, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"May I take you out on a date?"
"Wow, that's new, and the last thing I expected you to ask me. Are you sure this isn't some prank?"
"No, it's not"
"Eh...? Um, sure"
"Good, I'll meet you at 12:30 pm at the park"
"Very specific, but sure, make sure that it'll be worth my time, Al-haitham"
"I'm sure I won't"
With that, they parted ways.
A few months has passed, while they started dating, much to everyones surprise.
The new semester is coming and everybody was studying their asses off, as well as the unexpected couple.
The day of the results came, and (Y/N) was gripping Al-haithams hand tightly, nervous of what their rank is.
As their eyes skimmed over the rankings, their heart leaped out of their chest as they saw their rank
"RANK ONE! HOLY DAMN"
"Eh- but- how?!"
"What do you mean, "how"? Did you really think I didn't notice your plan?"
"But why didn't you say anything?"
"Hmm? Well, I can't help but notice your puppy eyes whenever you ask me something, it seems as though you fell for me."
"Ahem... Well, I did, in fact... fall for you. Let me re-do this. Will you, (Y/N), be my partner? I promise there are no strings attached as I have noticed my undeniable feelings."
"Very formal of you, I commend you. But, my answer to that... Is yes. Now, where's our first official date will be?"
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#alhaitham x reader#al-haitham x reader#al haitham#modern au#fluff#academic rivals#enemies to lovers
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SPOILER WARNING FOR TSATS
My personal opinion of TSATS that no one asked for-
I personally loved Nico and Will’s relationship throughout the story, it felt realistic considering their situation and their miscommunication seemed accurate as no relationship is going to be constantly perfect, though I do wish their conversations were a bit longer
I love Will but I feel like this book left a lot of things unanswered about him, like they wanted to follow up on a promise of development for him but weren’t exactly sure how to follow through, especially with a book so focused on Nico. If this story had lasted even 2 books instead of 1, there would have been more development possible
The first half of the book, I loved. The trogs, Menoetes, Gorgyra, all of it felt the closest to books with Nico and Will I’d read in the past. Once they got to Tartarus was around when I started noticing this weird feeling, like something wasn’t right. It wasn’t super in your face or anything, but there was more that caught me off guard
I say this in the most love filled way possible, but parts of the book felt like a tumblr post
I honestly don’t really get the whole ‘Nico’s out of character’ thing I see people saying. His change feels natural, a part of his healing as he learns to accept joy into his life and focus on being a teenager. If anything, the dumb references seemed exactly like him, just a side we haven’t gotten to see in a while
If anything, Will seemed the most out of character, which makes sense. He’s someone whose POV we haven’t seen before, stuck in a place which is bringing out parts of him that don’t usually show on a surface level. The Will that so many people had in their head before this book was seen through other eyes, and now people are acting disappointed that he’s not who they thought he was when we weren’t given enough information to form a fair original impression of him
The one thing that kind of grated on me in this book was, unfortunately, the gay stuff. Nico and Will’s relationship felt so natural in the past, it felt almost more supportive to have it treated so plainly, a simple fact that Nico and Will were dating, and that was that. And don’t get me wrong, I was all for more representation, and things like Piper’s partner being mentioned or just simply Nico and Will being together was incredible. But now it just seemed to be all over the place, and again, often when it was mentioned it felt like a tumblr post
Wtf was up with Hazel and Reyna?? You know?? His two living sister figures?? I appreciate that we finally got some closure on Bianca, but to see Nico barely mention the other two kind of bugged me
The trogs should get a mini book. I said what I said
Idk bout y’all but Bob calling solangelo his sun and his star was some of the cutest shit-
Wtf was Nico’s coming out though like it still felt like it wasn’t fully his decision, after Cupid it seemed a little weird not letting his coming out be a private moment with the people he trusted most
Kinda confused how Nico survived his first fall to Tartarus when he didn’t have shit to protect himself? And yet with Will they had to make a half pipe to survive. How did Nico not just become a pancake on impact?? <- genuine question, anyone got ideas??
I think part of what made this book just slightly off for me was the lack of other characters. Even when it was just Percy and Annabeth in Tartarus, there were more familiar monsters, new friends, and there were other characters chapters in between theirs. I think that was why the Underworld part of the book resonated with me more than the Tartarus part, there were more characters to help the book move more smoothly
Also, they were fighting against Nyx, who is literally night. I know maybe my expectations were too high, but I was kind of hoping for more of a clash between night and the child of the sun
Overall, I liked this book a lot and it helped me reconnect with a part of myself I hadn’t explored in a while, but there’s a lingering ache of disappointment that I didn’t love it. Whether it needed more books to come to its full potential, or I raised my expectations too high, I don’t know. I’m still happy to own the book, to have read the book, and maybe the remaining melancholy is just a feeling of having to let go of characters, but I’d say this book did at least give some closure to all the sadness Nico has been through. The book did market itself as a ‘Nico Di Angelo Adventure’ so it makes sense he got the most insight
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More Than You’ll Ever Know
Summary: Ryan has a crush on his best friend
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drinking and being drunk, sadish (lmk if I missed anything)
Ryan Dunn x GN reader
Ryan’s Pov
It was just a school crush. Nothing serious. We've been friends for too long, it would completely ruin our friendship. I mean do they even like-
"Ryan?" They waved their hand in front of my face with a wide grin on theirs. The smile that makes me weak in the knees. That same smile that made me fall for them when we first met.
"Sorry. Just thinking about ways to fuck with Bam." They'd never believe that. God I'm an idiot.
"It's fine. I was just asking if you'd take me to prom." Their voice was soft and smooth. The kinda voice that'd make me agree to anything. It was beautiful, I'd listen to them talk all day if I could.
"Oh, yeah. Why not?" I shrugged playing it cool.
"Great!" They cheered
I wouldn't have ever gone if Y/n hadn't asked me. It was one of my favorite nights with them. The loud music, the smile that never left their face, pregaming and bringing a little flask of alcohol. Everything was perfect.
~
"Jeez, Ry. You really fucked up your face." Their soft touches cleaned up the cuts that were nothing more than scratches. I told them that it was fine but Y/n insisted on making sure they didn't get infected.
Wow. Why do I want to kiss them right now? Maybe it was just the intimacy of it all. They’re just being sweet. "Definitely worth it. I mean did you see how gnarly- Right, sorry for worrying you." They gave me a disapproving look. Did Y/n not think the stunts were cool? Were they actually worried I’d get too hurt?
~
Y/n's parents were never really home, so most of the time when we'd hang out it'd be at their house. Their parents really disliked us, especially when we came over. And they always knew we did because something always ended up breaking. Mugs, dishes, the table in living room, the leg of the couch, and even the bathroom door. The list went on and on. Most of the time it was me because of my clumsiness, but Bam was right behind me. He wasn't that clumsy, just had a bad habit of breaking shit.
Their final straw was probably when we broke down the door. We were officially banned from coming over. Bam and I always payed and cleaned up our mess but they were probably over having to deal with it in the first place, with good reason.
"We're gonna use this to unlock the door." Bam held up a screwdriver. He started to unscrew the round door handle.
"Fuck off and let me piss." I yelled oblivious to what they were doing. Until the entire handle of the door came off. "Fuck me."
Bam looked through the hole in the door and laughed. "Dico, I got it!" He yelled. Multiple footsteps came running over. I finished before anyone else could see me standing there with my dick out.
"Ha ha very funny." I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. "Will you fuckers let me out now?"
"We're not stopping you." Raab laughed
I tried to open it so many times and it still wouldn't open. Bam and Raab even tried from their side. As annoyed as I was, it was pretty funny.
Bam volunteered to break it down and after a few tries he did.
"You've got to be shitting me." Y/n laughed, "How the fuck am I gonna explain this one."
~
"Guys this is my partner that I've been telling you all about!" Y/n was looking at them the same way they used to look at me. I didn't realize how much this actually hurt. How much I actually liked them.
"Oh what's up." Bam nodded his head at them and I did the same. We were busy thinking of more dumb shit to do anyway. I ignored them for most of the night and stuck with Bam until they finally left.
"Do you like Y/n's partner?" The question left my lips before I could stop it. He's gonna know. Oh man he better not be a dick about it.
"Not really," He was putting together a new board. Hardly paying attention, "But if they like them then there's nothing we can do."
He had a point. For once in his life Bam was right. Fuckin' dick.
~
After a few months Y/n stopped coming around, too busy with her significant other. It was the same with and without them but it was always nice when they were around.
The night was the same as any other. Dico, Raab, Rake, and I were at Bam's house. It was one of the rare nights we didn't do anything and just stayed home. I think it was April's least favorite night.
In the middle of talking about what we were gonna do tomorrow there was a knock on the door. We weren't expecting anyone, so it was a surprise to all of us. "Dunn. Get the door!" Bam shouted, for no reason. We were a few feet apart. What an ass. There were another few knocks and I sighed, "Fuck you."
I opened the door and saw Y/n standing there. Watery eyes and dried tears on their cheeks. Instinctively I pulled them into a hug. "Its okay." They cried into my chest while one hand scratched their back and the other held their head. "I got you, Its okay."
I never wanted to see them cry anyways, but I made sure to never see Y/n that sad ever again.
~
I remember our very first argument. Serious one that is, we constantly argued about everything.
'Ew why do you put jam on toast like that? You look stupid.'
'How else do you put jam on fuckin' toast?'
They had every right to be mad, but I was too stubborn to admit it. Y/n was out with their friends and I was out with Bam and some others. We all happened to end up at the same bar after a long night out. They were drinking too much and even though they were taken care of. I made sure to get them home that night.
"You're not my boyfriend, so you can stop acting like it!" The comment stung. It was true, there was no need to act like a boyfriend. My intentions were good of course but they were with their friends safely already. "I just wanted to make sure you got home safe!"
"I already made sure I would! Stop trying to ruin my fun!" They scoffed and got out of my car. Y/n didn't slam the door, they left it open. Dick. "Fuck you, Ryan!"
"Come on. Go inside, Y/n. Please?" I stepped out of my car to close my door.
They continued to yell at me in their drunken state. It was no excuse to be as rude as they were. "I never wanna see you again." Y/n stopped yelling and walked inside.
It wasn't that bad of an argument but the situation itself was bad. We got passed it after we both apologized. That was the one and only time we got into it bad.
~
"I'm moving." The words replayed in my mind, they were quiet and if I wasn’t listening so intently I would've missed them. They had already told Bam and everyone else. I was the last to know. And I was at a loss for words.
My eyes looked everywhere but theirs. Their gorgeous eyes. The ones that would make me confess everything if I stared into them for too long.
"Wow, Ryan. Cat got your tongue?" They lightly joked. I might've laughed if I wasn't thinking about what to say. Should I confess now? It wouldn't hurt. Right? No. I cant. It'd be selfish and hurt them even more.
"Are you gonna come and visit?" I finally looked at them. Y/n was teary eyed, with the same hurt look on their face when they came to Bam's.
"I'm going to Washington. My dad got a job out there. Plus, the colleges out there aren't too bad if I changed my mind about not going."
Fuck. This is it then.
"So this is goodbye?" Dumb question. They nodded their head and tried to hold back tears. With a sigh I hugged them.
Memories of us over the years played through my mind. The first time we kissed. It was a dare and before I even liked them, but funny to look back on. The time Y/n's dog bit me when I broke into their house as a joke. We even got matching tattoos when we blacked out. They smoked their first cigarette with me. The times I took care of them drunk.
"I'll miss you. More than you'll ever know." Hopefully they'd read between the lines and understand what I really want to say but cant. Not because I can't but because it was too late.
"Don't get all sappy on me now, Ry" They laughed while tears rushed down their face.
~
The day they left Bam and I went to their house helping them pack things into the car. Y/n's parents were thankful for the help. That was the only time they talked to us without yelling or being mad at us. There wasn't much to help with anyway because they already put all of the big things in the U-Haul.
Everything was in the car and it was time for them to leave. "Well, see you guys around." They smiled and my heart ached.
"Yeah see you around." Bam mumbled. Clearly as upset as I was.
"Bye, Y/n." I placed my hand on the side of their face, my thumb ready to wipe away any tears. Y/n smiled softly and took a deep breathe. "I really will miss you. Both of you."
"Obviously there's no one like us" Bam lightly joked
"Maybe that’s a good thing." Y/n laughed
After a few more seconds Y/n waved and got into the backseat of the car. The car drove down the street out of sight.
"You never told Y/n, did you?"
“No.”
#ryan dunn#jackass fanfic#jackass#bam margera#ryan dunn x reader#raab himself#chris pontius#steve o#johnny knoxville
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HAPPY TO WAIT | MORRO
The wind boy Oneshot I have promised
It had been a very long day, visiting family and friends to pay respects to the ones who have passed on. Many tears were shed, but luckily no arguments in your family had broken out– seeing how seriously they took this holiday. You happened to get a call from Lloyd while you were preparing your final lantern, he asked you to stay alert– saying that certain enemies of theirs had unexpectedly come back and not knowing who they were targeting.
You reassured him and promised to stay safe, being very aware of how worried he got when one of the people he cared about would brush off the prospect of danger– while also telling him to keep himself out of harm's way. He tried combating with you but eventually promised as well.
Smiling while hanging up the phone, you finish your lantern.
Heading out to the balcony of your home, you prepare to release the lantern. Looking into the flames you think of him, all the things you wish you could've said– all the moments you shared together. You wanted to cry, but you knew if he was watching he would call you dumb for it.
“Exactly” Your eyes widen at the voice.
“Morro?” You turn to see him. The transparent, glowing version of the former man you adored.
“Hello (Y/N), miss me?” you stand in shock, it had been months since the preeminent attack– when you had to say goodbye to him– and now he’s back?
“I thought you were gone” you find your eyes watering, “he’s standing right in front of you”
“Unfortunately that still is the case, I assume you got Lloyds message?” Your mind sobers from the initial shock, bringing you to a more alert state.
“I did, does this mean what I think it means?” He shakes his head no.
“I'm not here to fight you, I” he pauses, thinking through what he’s going to say next. “I wanted to see you, and ask you something” the look in Morro’s eyes is complex. On the outside, he seems to be steeling himself for something full of guilt, but on the inside, he looks hopeful and scared.
You wait for his question, unconsciously steeling yourself as well. “Does what you said before I– gave up, still stand?”
You feel your shoulders tense more than before. “What I said?” You can only think of one thing that he might mean.
He stills, waiting for your reply.
It was the thing you had always told him; durring your training with him as a child, saying goodbye to him when he ran away, meeting him again before his death. Then you told him what you thought was a final time before he— your crying, he can see it.
The memories were still all to fresh in your mind, and looking at his face made it more difficult to forget.
The look in his eyes as he asks you to let go, to let him fall.
The feeling of cold in your hand by the realm crystal.
The thoughts and fears, “No. I cant loose him again! Not when I just got him back”
But soon realized he had already made his choice.
“Till we meet again”
“I will always wait for you”
Then letting go.
It felt like you were dying, remembering it all. But seeing Morro once again in front of you made it all fade away.
“Always and forever my wind”.
Morro seems shocked by your answer.
Your face is racked with grief and pain from the memories. Yet you still hold love in your eyes.
Wiping your tears you can see his own form.
“I will always love you Morro”
“I will always love you (Y/N), I hope we’ll get to meet in the next life” You smile, wishing you could hold or touch Morro once again— but knowing you would have to wait. Till the next life…
“I am more than happy to wait”
Seeing the smile on Morro’s face was all you needed to know that he was too.
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Thoughts on the 12th ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima+. Spoilers beware
Season 1 | Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 | Ep. 5 | Ep. 6 | Ep. 7 | Ep. 8 | Ep. 9 | Ep. 10 | Ep. 11
I love these two they're so stupid and cute ofc they're fighting about what place they're gonna open akira's ideals vs satoru's flashyness. i like how satoru is the one who dreams big between them while akira is more down to earth and focuses on the things that can make others happy too
ah so this is how they originally got arrested huh? metaphorically and literally stepping on their dreams damn
thats a tone shift damn i hate that this anime made me care for two gay dead people (so much that i accidently wrote a fic for them whoops)
genuinely i wonder what the IVs are for, it has to be important enough for kaibyakumon to hide them in his projections
like theres four of them. what do you need so many iv bags for mdude?
i still think the who will answer my questions is on par with roxas being a looser
like damn chiaro is very gay living on within his totally platonic bro friend who is modeled after the guy his original died with
good for him honestly, radical change very rarely comes from peaceful actions
damn another leader unit song? suckssss was looking forward to a nigumi
ah no fake out
oh heay hifumi got his jacket back and is straight to complementing his bestie
I like how MTC is taking a more leadership role in this since it is more military focused and they are quite literally the military unit
that would have been more poignant if we Saw how much shinjuku meant to him
Amanda squeakkkkkkkk shes best character ever
soccer idiot what a meathead
also i love the fact that jyushi thinks that the ball is jiro's friend
oh look at that thinking, Scuro does have have some brains in there
OH THEM!!!! ITS BEEN A WHILE I MISS SECRET ALIENSSSSSSS Iris being slay as always never flinching from samatoki shes such a badass
oh i do not miss rex www iris is as sassy as ever and i love her
i like how the villains are playing these smart, its good. just as i type that kaibyakumon does something idiotic by hiding in the most obvious place
oh wait there was that shadow in like ep2 or smth. that was him. that was kaibyakumon. H U H
ww i thought only gentaro got in
LETS GO OOOOO SCURO BBY YOU ARE DOING SO WELL OH YOU
suprised that they all survived gett in blown up by a bomb without any injuries wow
HAHAHAHA JYUSHI oh you lovable boy
haha kick like soccer ball
damn sheer dumb luck saved them huh unfortunate but at least best boy was the one to show the way
oh gods this is the chuuni group and i love it i love how gentaro is just playing along
with the power of music and gayness he will prevail!
damn hes doing it by himself no holograms needed! oh im proud of himmm what a strong boy!
i like his rap tbh its very much about unity and experience, everything he as both chiaro, scuro, akira, and satoru together make up who the person is, they will have their just revenge, they have learned from their mistakes and they will fight for what is theirs. its really good
also he refrences spawn camping www their combined version does seem like the toxic type of guy who would
awww the heroes too have the power of gay and music by their side
i find it hilarious how jyushi enunciates his team name www its true tho none of them have an ass to speak of
honestly? this one is better than the 3gumi one
oh he holds the mic to his heart …
damn ripp the artificial gays they were good. i liked them :((( wish they stayed alive D:
oh those eyebagsss they're heavyyy hes haunted by les horreurs!
oh he loves them, he loves his boyssssss hypmi really be burying their gays and letting their father mourn
lmfao did aliens really just knock out the chuuoku girls driving the plane and fuck off to bukuro love that iris is the one driving tho, love that for her
hah, not a bad episode, i didn't hate it but it wasn't great either. I enjoyed the gay things and the Secret Aliens cameo but overall just no much really popped out to me unlike ep 10
also i just noticed that sasara's suit the pattern is just overlayed on top of the suit not drawn on. cute
#hypmic#hypnosis microphone#Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle: Rhyme Anima+#hypnosis mic rhyme anima#hypmic spoilers
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Best part about dms is I get to make you write Nathan as a character, ooo~
Anyway I'm formally requesting an info dump on Nathan please n thankies because I need him for... ya know. Sin.
Don't wanna be ooc for my silly goofy ideas
For you, Plant? Of course.
(Hope you feel better soon catboy 😚 am platonically smooching you)
Nathan Aaron Todd
Info Dump
Fair warning, there's hardly any structure to this. I literally dumped it all.
From Nathan meaning "God has given"/"gift of God" and Aaron meaning "mountain of strength". In the Bible, Aaron was the brother of Moses and helped make a false god for the people to worship. 👀
Two years younger than Darrell, born on the coldest day of January in the Todd farmhouse
He's very close with Susannah and Darrell. Although, he doesn't like how pushy Sussy (she hates that name) gets.
He and Darrell are inseparable and are each other's best friends.
Growing up, they shared a room. At first, they shared a bed. Most nights they lost sleep over talking about the most mundane things. They would pretend to be asleep when their mother or father came to check on them.
In a house like theirs, you learned to memorize footsteps.
When they got too big to share (Nathan tended to hog the bed and their parents didn't approve of spooning), they were given separate beds. When Darrell went through puberty, he was moved to his own room and his bed was given to Judah.
Nathan hated being separated and hated being saddled with Judah. Judah was too nosy, too loud, and demanding. He sucked up too much to their parents.
He loves the outdoors. Tends to go around barefoot. Has a green thumb.
Granted, he's always a tad bit dirty.
Pastor Todd and his wife had a tendency to spot a child's talent and build their future around it: Nathan's was farmwork.
He was taught how to farm, to raise crops, to tend livestock, hunt, track, trap, and - most importantly - butcher.
Has no qualms about ending a life. Butchering gives him a rush, a high.
He's not squeamish at all about blood. In fact, he likes to have it on his hands; likes to know he's taken the life force of something.
Pretty decent singer. He, Darrell, and Susannah sang together for church. He sings softly while he works.
Would have loved to draw, but found he's better with woodwork. He made silly little toys for himself and other kids. His favorite was a little wooden rifle.
He's the most cheerful out of the Todd children. He's quick with a joke and is very affectionate.
Basically if you put pre-war Tristan from Legends of the Fall, Hareton Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights, and Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning in a blender, you'd get Nathan.
Charming, overworked, loyal to his family, and ruthless
You know that quote "Suffering can be religious if you do it right."? That's his schtick.
Speaking of kids, he loves them. The town kids see him as the cool older brother they always wanted.
He and Darrell look extremely alike. You'd mistake them for twins if it weren't for the difference in hair and eye color; Nathan's eyes are a cold blue (sometimes described like a shark's) (I suppose they mean that in the emotionless predatory haze sort of way but they could also be saying Nathan looks like he's dumb as bricks.)
I mean if that ain't Nathan after a night of drinking idk what that is.
Would have followed Darrell to the ends of the earth.
Never felt like he was second to him or overshadowed - well until Nex came around.
Man's strong as an ox. His physique betrays him.
Notorious fornicator
Women love him, cattle fear him, the men want him dead.
Darrell never punishes him however. Like I said you can't get away with anything in Zak unless you're Nathan.
Like Darrell he will fuck when the opportunity arises.
Might have caught feelings for a certain someone ehem ehem
I want to make more content of him, he's just ridiculously interesting.
I can't think of anything else rn but that's what I got for this country fool. Give me follow up questions and I'd gladly oblige 😌😌
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Tie The Knot
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
TW//CW: None, just fluff, light kissing, friends to lovers, flirting, cuteness.
A/N: I've jumped on the Eddie Munson train, how could I not when he's just so cute? I have a few more unfinished drafts for this sweet puppy eyed man, so look forward to those too. Also I totally did make myself a hellfire friendship bracelet, it's the whole reason I made this actually.
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I sat at the Hellfire lunch table my hands tirelessly working away at a string friendship bracelet, one knot after the other, one color after the other. My mind was mostly focused on the chevron pattern I was endeavoring to complete by the end of school, but I did try to pay as much attention as I could to the conversation going on around me.
"I just don't see why Lucas wants to hang around those losers so much." Dustin complained to Mike as they joined us at our table. "I mean what do they have that we don't?"
"Good question Henderson!" Eddie welcomed them to the table butting himself into the conversation they were having.
"The ability to get hot chicks." Gareth interjected into their conversation.
"We both have girlfriends, unlike you. And besides we have y/n so it's not like we don't bring hot chicks to us." My head lifted at the mention of my name trying to decipher what was going on.
"What about me?" I asked looking at the others at the table.
"Don't worry about it." Mike answered leaning past Dustin to speak to me. "What are you working on?"
"Oh- I've decided to make club bracelets, one for each of us. If you notice the colors it's black, white, red, yellow, the colors of the club." I lifted the strings I had laid out before me, all neatly placed for ease of tying. "I made mine last night testing out the colors and pattern, seeing if I actually liked it all together, before committing to making everyone's." I raised my wrist showing off the chevron patterned bracelet adorning it.
"You are the craft glue that holds hellfire together." Eddie cooed admiring the colors of his club on my wrist, worn so proudly, and the fact I had cared enough to even think of doing this for all of them in the first place.
"No, that's definitely you. We couldn't have such epic campaigns without the dungeon master, and you are an excellent dungeon master, always know how to engage the players. And I really like when you do puzzles instead of regular combat all the time, I know you only do them for me because I enjoy them, and I'm pretty slow at combat. So it's refreshing." I smiled at him unknowingly making his heart melt as he realized I've noticed the small thing he does to make me happy and keep me engaged and having fun.
"You flatter me, sweetheart." He dramatically put his hand to his chest.
"So who's are you working on now?" Mike asked taking interest in the idea of club bracelets.
"This one's Eddie's, I suppose. But it doesn't really matter, no ones getting theirs until they're all done. But yeah, this one's Eddie's." I answered continuing to do knot after knot. "Are you guy's even going to wear these?" I mumbled mostly to myself now thinking this may be a dumb idea, I mean guys don't really wear bracelets. Especially friendship bracelets, and it's not like they fit any of the boys 'aesthetics'.
"Anything made by you I will never take off." Eddie answered leaning onto his palm watching my hands very intently.
"Anything?" I asked smugly, smirking as I looked over to him. "Even a pink tutu?" He nodded slowly, his big brown eyes making me melt as they locked onto mine. "Even to one of your Corroded Coffin concerts?"
"Oh especially to my Corroded Coffin concerts." He answered deadpan and sarcastically making me burst out in laughter.
"Now that would be a sight to see, the Eddie 'the freak' Munson, super scary, bad boy, metalhead shredding it in a dimly lit bar in a pink tutu. I think I'd pay big money to see that." I continued to stare into his soft round eyes, my words teasing but I had to admit, it would be a sight to see.
"I'll give you a private show." He chuckled shaking his head looking down shyly, which made me laugh louder.
"A whole private show? Just for me? I'm flattered. But I'll let you keep your dignity." I went back to tying the bracelet, the actions becoming somewhat repetitive.
"I'll wear one, at least to sessions." Dustin added. Besides Eddie Dustin was no doubt my favorite, Jeff and Gareth were great don't get me wrong, I mean we've gone through all of high school together. But there was something about Dustin that just made me like him. Eddie seemed to really like him too.
"Then I will have to put extra care in yours." I smiled winking at him playfully.
"I'll wear mine too." Mike agreed.
"No matter what I'm making everyone one, it's just up to you if you do or do not wear it." Just as I had finished tying another round of colors the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Everyone at the table began to gather their things and go their separate ways. "Hey Eddie?"
He turned to look at me waiting, for me before leaving for class. "Yeah?" He prompted me to continue.
"Am I still good to come over tonight? I was thinking we could work on my character a bit, there's a few things I need to change on her. And you know, just to hang out like we do." I fiddled with the unfished bracelets strings in my hands nervously, no matter how close me and Eddie were I still got nervous asking to hang out with him.
A big smile grew on his face remembering we had plans to hang out after school today. "You, my sweetheart are always welcome over, and yeah just bring over your character folder and we can work on her." I smiled at him as he put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to class.
Me and Eddie weren't dating, not officially. It seemed so obvious to everyone but us that we liked each other, everyone just assumed we were a couple, at least the ones who didn't really know us. I mean we'd flirt and tease each other enough that any onlooker would think so. But we were both too scared to actually confess our mutual liking to the other. We couldn't mess up our friendship if we never pursued anything more than that.
"Can you give me a ride home? Then I'll just grab my stuff and we can go straight to your house." I asked leaning into him, enjoying his warmth and the oxytocin he gave me.
"Are you sure you want me to drive you anywhere? Everyone always complains I drive like a maniac." Something I loved about Eddie was how animated he always was, he seemed like a ball of constant energy. And he had the confidence to just not care what he did with it, like hopping on top of tables during lunch and preaching whatever he wanted.
"I think we'll live, but if you don't want to I can just walk over. Either way." We fell into step with each other, as he thought over his options.
"Nah, I won't make you walk, I can give you a ride. Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be making a cute lady like you walk?" We reached my classroom door and I stopped before going in.
"Thanks Eddie, I'll see you after class!" I waved him goodbye before entering my classroom and taking my seat, I placed the bracelet on my desk and continued my masterful craft on it.
~+*-+*-~
After class I made my way to the front of the school to wait for Eddie, during the rest of my classes I was able to finish most of the bracelets. I only had a few left to make, which I could work on at Eddie's.
Checking my watch I couldn't help but wonder what was taking him so long, I looked back up and around trying to find him, I was starting to think he forgot about me when I felt two hands grab my waist shaking me suddenly. I let out a yelp of surprise and fear, my heartrate skyrocketing.
I heard Eddie's laughter from behind me making me turn around to face him. "Damnit Eds! What are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack? 'Cause it's working." I playfully smacked his chest scolding him.
"I didn't think you'd scream, I was just trying to play with you." His laughter had died down to a light chuckle.
"I did not scream!" I defended myself putting my hand to my chest, he quirked an eyebrow at me as we began to walk to his van in the parking lot. "I made a noise of surprise, that's all."
"Uh, yeah. Sure." He opened the passenger side door for me before going around to get into the drivers seat. "You can pick the tape if you want, I've had Black Sabbath in for a few weeks now, could listen to something else."
"Wow, you're letting me pick the music? Are you feeling alright Eddie?" I teased him leaning in with a big smile on my face.
"Just pick something before I change my mind!" He pushed me away with his hand, his eyes trying to focus on the road and not me in the passenger seat.
"Ok! Ok!" I shuffled through the tapes in the van and settled for one of the rock ones, I loved Eddie's music but sometimes the metal could get too much. A nice Journey was always appreciated.
The rest of the drive to my house was spent in silence, a peaceful content one. When we pulled into my driveway I gathered my things. "I'll be right back, just a few minutes." I opened the door to Eddie's van and hopped out.
My keys jangled as I unlocked my front door, stepping inside I quickly took my shoes off and ran into my room, dropping my school bag on the floor I grabbed my DnD folder and my string for the bracelets.
Double checking I had everything I needed I ran back out to Eddie's van where he was waiting. "Ready?" He asked me as I climbed into his vehicle.
"Yep!" I clutched my things in my hands showing I had everything. He put the van in reverse and we headed off to his house.
"So, what exactly do you want to do with your character?" Eddie asked glancing over to me.
"Well, I didn't pick the best spells and background for the type of character I want to play, I want to be able to heal my party members better and I just didn't build my character well enough to do that, so I want to rework her and fix her. Plus I want to work on her backstory more." I answered opening my folder to look at my character sheet.
"We could do that, won't take too long. We'll do it right before you leave for the night." He thought out loud communicating his mental plan.
"Sounds good!" I gave him a thumbs up, shutting my character folder.
The rest of the drive to his trailer was spent making small talk, talking about the school day and books and movies. When we got to his house we headed straight to his room and just started talking and hanging out. A few hours had passed and he was on his bed playing his guitar as I sat on his floor working on the last bracelet I had to do.
"How's learning Master of Puppets going? I mean you've been practicing it almost nonstop since it came out. But you haven't played it yet tonight, did you give up? You were doing so well."
"No I didn't give up, and learning it has been going pretty well actually, I've been using all my free time trying to get it down perfectly. I've just been trying to serenade you with songs I have completely down." He joked with me adjusting his guitar in his hands. "I can play it for you if you want?"
"Yeah, let's hear it!" I set the almost finished bracelet down to give him my full attention. He nodded at me and started strumming away, his fingers moved up and down the frets playing each chord, his tongue sticking out slightly like it does when he's concentrating really hard. He was doing so good, he was so good. If I had to pick only one thing to listen to for the rest of my life it would be Eddie's guitar playing. He just had a way of bringing the instrument to life and letting it resonate throughout your whole body.
He made a mistake or two here and there but other than that he played it so perfectly, with the last strum of the strings he looked up to me searching for my response and approval. I let a big smile stretch across my face and I clapped for him. "Eddie that was amazing! You're getting it down so well!"
With my praise he smiled fondly at me. "Thanks. I messed up a few times though."
"That's alright." I made my way from the floor to sit beside him, I removed my hellfire bracelet from my wrist to show him. "I messed up a few times too." I pointed out the few spots I had made little mistakes at the beginning, they weren't very noticeable but they were there. "It's natural. We just have to keep trying, and we'll get it eventually."
I looked from the bracelet to him, just now realizing how close our faces are, a heat spread across my face, one I hoped he wouldn't notice. "We'll get it eventually." I repeated softly unsure I was still talking about bracelets and guitar.
"Yeah, we will." He placed his guitar down beside him on the bed gently, so he could focus more on me. "Eventually."
Our eyes lingered on one other, the space between us though small feeling all to large, but neither of us dared close it. Too scared of rejection and mistakes. Taking a deep breath I slid back to the floor, resting my back against his bed and returning to the last bracelet. He picked his guitar back up and began playing again.
Once I finally finished the last bracelet I stretched, feeling each disk in my spine pop from being in the same position too long. "Snap, crackle, pop Rice Krispies." Eddie teased making us both laugh.
"You have no idea." I stood up stretching the rest of my body. "I finished them!" I held up all the bracelets in my hands victoriously.
"Good job." Eddie praised putting his guitar down again.
"Can I give you yours now?" I asked shyly putting the others in my pocket.
"I thought we were all getting them together?" Eddie questioned titling his head a bit confused. "That's what you said at lunch."
"I said no ones getting theirs until they're all done, and besides I have it right here, why wait?" I approached him unsure if he would accept, sitting on my knees in front of him I waited for his response.
"Ok." He held his hand out for me to place it in. My mouth formed a tight line at this. Somewhat disappointed. "What?" He asked noticing my expression.
"I thought I'd just tie it on." I looked from his extended hand to his face now feeling quit stupid and awkward.
"Oh." He responded turning his hand over for me to tie it on. "You're gonna tie the knot." He implied something more jokingly.
"With you I would." I whispered quietly to myself tying the bracelet neatly on his wrist, when his body went rigged I realized he had heard me. My face erupted with heat and embarrassment, slowly lifting my head to find his shocked expression.
After a second his shock dispersed and was replaced with a soft smile. "Me too." He took my hand still set on his wrist in his and grabbed the other to lead it to his cheek. His eyes searched my face for resistance or refusal, but found none.
Slowly he leaned closer to me on the floor, giving me ample time to change my mind or reject him, but his courtesy was just leaving me in anticipation. Meeting him halfway my eyes flittered shut finally connecting our lips, they were soft, sweet. He was sweet. Unbelievably so.
We pulled away too soon, considering how long we've danced around our feelings. "I think we finally got it right." I giggled at his reference to our previous conversation.
"Took us long enough." I went in to kiss him again, it felt so right, so deserved. Pulling our lips away again I leaned my forehead against his, our noses barely touching. Our eyes softly melting looking into the others. "I don't ever want us to break up, I don't want to ever lose what I've waited so long to achieve."
"Me either, you're too perfect to let loose. So I guess we really will have to tie the knot, one day. Not today though, let's graduate first." He gently grabbed my face in his hands guiding me to look down so he could place a tender kiss to my forehead. "Why did I wait so many years to do this?" He scolded himself making me laugh.
"No, why did I wait so long to do this?" Without making him let go of me I climbed from the floor onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck I pushed us down to lay on his bed. "I'm never letting you go, you'll just have to find a way to live with me in your arms. Always."
"Always?" He questions wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer.
"Always." I nodded snuggling my head into his neck, taking in his scent closer than I ever have before.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He placed another kiss to the top of my head. "Shit, I've been dreaming about this for so long."
"Me too, sorry it took me so long to come up with the idea for club bracelets." I laughed grabbing the hand with his bracelet on it lacing our fingers together with the one holding my own bracelet.
#eddie munson x reader#x reader#oneshot#fluff#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie my beloved#eddie x reader#reader insert#fem reader
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The year finally comes to an and and I have a question for you. 2022 was the year of new OCs, so: How many new OCs did you create in 2022? Bonus points if you introduce each of them with a lil' picture and 2-3 sentences about what their deal is. Let's have a "Babes created in 2022" party!
Ive been not so active here on tumblr, I do apologize for it! So.. yeah... 2022! I guess this is my 'furry OC outbreak' year xD I had furry OCs before that, but... I never really got into them. I couldnt grasp them as playable characters like I'm used with human OCs. But this year was when I created some babes that, oh boy, I have fun playing with! But it's not nearly as big of a count as you might think. So let's dive right into it.
1- Becks Warborn (Art by kaitoharo99)
Becks is the leader of a mercinary pack of werewolves. He basically got created to give one of @Zelendur 's OCs - Wulf - a new boyfriend. And as Wulf is just a premium horse who can't quite tie himself down, there was this whole pack of members forming. First and foremost there are Aadit and Liyan - two mercinary members by Zelendur, who got their mingling hands on Wulf as well. This leads to Becks having to not only make sure that Wulf is HIS boyfriend that only gets to have fun with others when he allows it - but it only leads to Becks having to put the other wolves in their place if they decide to dismiss his set up rules. Its a polyamorous relationship between Wulf and Becks mostly, but Aadit and Liyan cannot be ignored at all!
Plus, through to Becks background story, I also created...
2- Dyle Warborn
Dyle is Becks older brother who did not manage to get the alpha leader title himself. In fact, when a huge brawl broke out over the new leadership after their father died, Dyle lost an eye and with it his will to lead the pack. He went from one of the strongest member to the 'crippled old dog' that had trouble keeping up with the rest. He hated being treated differently, but he just couldn't perform as well in battle anymore. He has no design yet, nor have I really fleshed him out yet. But he already got a bretty girlfriend, so... eue
3- Tucker Bust
Tucker is probably the first furry OC I really clicked with. A charming playboy who is a bit on the dumb side. He is just a very good boy. He is the kindof casanova who knows how to click with anyone he meets, and therefore he can have very different sides on him. But in general he is just a really big puppy who is looking for his one and only love. After many failed relationships, he finally found the right guy who love him the way he is. Cooper, his angel, is Tuckers biggest obsession and he loves him endlessly. And Tucker definitely does some weird things to be liked by his boyfriend <3
4- Chris Rowland (Art by @zelendur )
Chris is my first and only (female to male) trans character. Chris is, honestly, one of my most beloved furry OCs of all time. He struck everything in me even before he had a set design. His and his boyfriends love story is honestly so cute and stupid, I love it. Bradley and Chris have been my obsession for quite a while, and those two still tick a lot of boxes for me. My precious baby <3 He is a pure fighter who has been fighting for his and his friends all his life. In the end he opens his own tattoo and piercing shop, living his own life, but always close to his boyfriend Bradley and his bestie for life, Gary.
5- Dezel
(His design is not set at all and definitely will be revamped a bit for the final version)
Dezel, or also known as Dessie, has been such a happy accident, haha. Zelendur and I figured that Gary needed himself a boyfriend too eventually. At first we were in love with Gary and Tucker in an alternative universe (cause oh BOY they fit together so well too!). But since Tucker is absolutely loyal to his angel Cooper, we needed someone else. And that's how Dezel got created. Dezel is a nerd first of all - an indie developer who used to go to the same school with Chris and Gary. He had been a friend of theirs for years - with a mayor crush on Gary. But he is too shy to really communicate his interest. No matter how much he tried to show it, everyone assumed he was just being a friend. Dates got ruined by others or Gary who didn't realize that it was a true date, and Dezel never got his point across. And from that somewhat secret admiration rose obsession. He uses the anonymity of the internet to flirt with his crush. And since Gary has himself an onlyfans.... yeah. Through some event Gary figures out who his generous online-admirerer is and is oddly charmed by his childhood friend. Aaand thats how they give it a try. No feelings first for Gary, but the good-natured nerd soon can finally show his worth to him <3
6- Willow Bishop
(His design is also not set, it was just his first scribble)
After I created Chris, Zelendur was oddly charmed with the thought of another trans OC. And therefore Nicholas the demiboy happened~ I had to SNATCH the bnuy before anyone else could, cause boy I love that little guy so much <3 And here is Willow - a physics student who met Nick through their interest for journalism and especially ghost hunting. They immediately clicked and became somewhat like best friends within no time at all. He was always super charmed by the small bunny, but Will is not gay and therefore was not interested in his best bro. But when he found out that, technically, Nick was a girl who wanted to be a guy, but... still had a girl body.... Oh boy, that shook something loose in him. That game-changing fact immediately made Will show interest in the small bunny who was so perfect in any way - and now that it was also a girl body, he was totally head over heels for him. And to his luck Nicholas was just as interested as him. And then they hit it off instantly yet again. I love those two chaos-seeking idiots a lot xD Hunting for ghosts and then both being scaredy cats when things get real. Aah I love em xD
7- Nathan Evans
My latest obsession, Nathaniel, short Nathan or Nathe! Nathan got created for this hot stud, Clint. I love bad boys, and I love tragic love stories with difficult personalities. Clint and Nathan are somewhat the 'Karanos and Donovan' of our furry roleplay, and yet they are so different and unique and I love them. They both started as best friends in a small gang of youngsters, doing little crimes to come by. Clint with neglective parents and a younger brother to take care of, and Nathan as the only child of pretty poor parents. Then Nathan had to move away with his parents pretty suddenly and a fight with Clint stopped him from saying goodbye - until he regretted it later and tried to reach his best friend with letters. Unbeknown to him Clint had gone to jail after the gang had taken it too far, and so Nathan never heard of his friend again. Until 10 years later, after a lot of shit happened in Nathans life as well, he moves back into town and meets his friend again. They have a rough and chummy friendship with both caring for the other in their own way. But after some unexpected steamy moments between the two (as Clint showed himself clearly interested in Nathans body), Nathan realizes that it's more than friendship for him. But with their relationship also come problems. Once they move together, they start seeing each others weakspots and bad habits. Anger issues, alcoholism and drugs make things escalate a lot - but both of them will reach their happy end together as they fight to stay together.
And.. yeah! That's it folks! 'Just' 7 OCs, which is, for ME, a veery high count. I have at least one more character planned, but nothing concrete yet. And Dezel and Will need proper refs, not to mention for aaaall the toyhouse pages that need to be created... ugh...
Thanks so much for asking, have fun <33
#OCs#OC#ask me#I love talking about my OCs but I never find enough motivation to do it in such a long post lol
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Angel's Game - Chapter Two
Tw: death, suicide, temporary amnesia, blood and violence
"A movie night, that was all it was meant to be," Babe said as they stared out at the burning landscape around them. "You were even going to be invited as well. Just us, Angel, and our mates." They sighed, rubbing their forehead. "And now we're stuck in a literal pixelated hell."
Babe turned to them, confusion and doubt on their face as they questioned them, "I'm sorry, what."
"I know it sounds stupid and crazy but hear me out. The..thing that pulled us in looked like the minecraft end portal and now we are in some type of plains biome with animals that you would find here. This looks like a brand new minecraft world."
Babe took a moment to examine the world around them. Their face showed the extreme emotions they were feeling.
"I just…I just don't get it. Why- how are we even here? None of this makes sense! We were just going to play a game! What the hell do you mean we're stuck in it?!" Babe panicked, hands shaking. "Oh my god are we going to be stuck here forever?!"
Angel reached out, taking their hands in theirs to steady them. They assured them, "I know, this is fucking insane. But we'll figure it out. There has to be a way out and we'll find it. I know we will because you're like really god damn smart and I'm like the dumb one who only manages to find the solution by falling face first into it. Together I know we'll be able to get out of here and get back home." Babe breathed in deeply, hugging Angel tightly who hugged them back. Eyes moving around the area as they rubbed their friend's back.
After a few minutes Babe pulled away, looking much more determined than they had previously. They quickly wiped their eyes with the collar of their shirt but froze. Eyes remained locked on it as they spoke, "Wait." Angel looked down at them too and paused. "Is this-?"
"That's Alex's clothes," Angel confirmed. They wore a green tunic with brown pants and boots. Angel looked down to see that they were now wearing a blue top and dark blue pants.
Babe commented with a sigh, as they felt the fabric of their own top. "I guess that confirms your minecraft theory." They let go of it and rubbed their forehead, trying not to get overwhelmed again. "This is insane," they mumbled running their hands through their hair as Angel nodded and rubbed their friend's shoulder in comfort.
They took in a breath before moving their hands to the ground to push themselves to their feet and held out a hand to Angel to help them up.
Angel questioned them, keeping their hand in theirs as they stood. "So what do we do now?"
They gave a slight shrug, looking around with furrowed brows. "I guess we start the way we start any new minecraft world, by getting wood."
"David's not here though."
Babe took a moment to process it before almost doubling over. "Shut the hell up," they wheezed. Angel sent them a toothy grin in return, pride on their face seeing that they were able to brighten up the mood. Babe shook their head still smiling as their eyes locked onto the forest. They nodded their head towards it. "Come on, let's go figure out how to chop that down."
Angel followed after them saying, "Well we obviously know how to. We use our fists like in the actual game."
"How do you know if it's the same mechanic though? I mean the world isn't even blocks it looks normal, so not everything is the same."
"But that's the only way we can, unless you want to wander around looking for some structure or village to possibly get loot from. And that could take hours, I don't know about you but I don't want to be out here past dark." Babe groaned, knowing what they were saying was true but still not happy about it.
They both stopped in front of a tree just outside the forest line and silently stared at it for a moment.
"So I guess we just." Angel released their friend's hand to bring up a fist and punch the oak softly. They stared for a moment but nothing happened.
"Hit it harder," Babe urged them.
"Wha- no you hit it. I'm not breaking my hand."
Babe huffed, "This was your idea to hit the trees though."
"But my hands are fragile and delicate, like a flower, a slight wind would shatter them much less a tree," Angel whined, taking a step back.
They rolled their eyes. "Oh you big baby, fine." Babe drew their fist back, hesitating momentarily before sucking in a breath and swinging. Angel winced harshly, ready to hear a crack and a scream come from the other but the tree fell down instead with a thud. The two gaped at silently.
Babe looked down at their hands, whispering, "I'm a god."
Angel gleefully exclaimed, "Okay that was cool! My turn." They went to the next tree and took a moment to hype themselves up before swinging at it. And just as the previous one did, it fell over. They whooped loudly, moving over to the next one as Babe watched.
They smiled a bit at the other's excitement, glad they were able to find some fun in this bizarre situation the two were in.
But quickly realized after a couple of minutes that the other was not losing energy. They winced, realizing how many trees they were taking down. "Okay I think we should stop before we take down the entire forest."
"But I'm on my deforestation arc!" Babe side eyed them quietly before Angel huffed. "Fine I guess we have plenty of wood to get by."
They mumbled to themselves, "Now how do I change this into tools." Babe shoved their hands into their pockets as they leaned over the log that was first cut down. But pausing when they felt something in one of them. They pulled out a small handheld device with a few buttons on it. They glanced over to Angel who looked at it just as confused before reaching into their own pocket and pulling out one similar.
"I guess not everything's the same as the actual game," Angel mused, examining it over and pressing one of the buttons. They jumped when a floating screen appeared in front of them showing them their empty inventory. Their mouth dropped open in awe, reaching up but their hand just passed through it like a hologram. "Woah."
Babe found the same button and clicked it as well. Their own floating screen appeared and when they clicked it again, it vanished.
They turned over the device in their hands and spotted what looked like a sensor at the top of it and pressed the other button making the sensor light up the area it was pointing at.
They flinched back, staring at it bewildered. Before an idea popped into their mind and pointed it at the logs on the ground. When they pressed the button all the logs then disappeared into the light and Angel let out an excited yell as they watched.
Babe pressed the button to show their inventory with the logs now in it, now beginning to catch on to how the mechanics work. As they built a crafting table on the screen, using the device to point and click, before placing it down and start trying to make their tools, Angel went around collecting all the apples, sticks, and logs they had left behind.
But froze on the spot at the sound of a sickly hiss. Slowly turning to see a large spider coming out of the darkness looking pissed at them. They took a step back and just as it lunged they threw themselves out of the way.
"Babe!" They cried out causing the other to spin around towards and stare in horror at the creature. "Get a weapon!"
Angel attempted to get back up onto their feet but were knocked down by it landing on them. Its furry legs pinned them to the ground and they could feel its fangs getting close to the back of their neck. They struggled against it as much as they could but then the thing fell lifeless on top of them. They winced in disgust and shoved it off before quickly getting up.
Babe stood there with a wooden sword in hand. They went from looking at Angel worriedly to then examining the weapon with fascination. On the handle of the blade was a bar with what they assumed was the durability of it.
"That was so gross, and it was so big. Why would they make the spiders that big? It's dumb I'm sending a complaint if we get out of here," Angel rambled, wiping themselves off and cringing at the thought of it.
"I have a crafting table over there, go make yourself something to defend yourself." Angel hurried over to it, glancing over the forest every now and then while Babe watched it with their sword still out. They quickly made themselves an axe and pickaxe before breaking the crafting table to put it in their invenyory.
"Next is stone tools, I guess we'll need to find a cave."
"Or we can just dig down."
Angel turned to them completely horrified. "And here I thought you were the smart one in this relationship."
"We're in a relationship?"
They threw their hands up. "And now we're breaking up, when does the misery end," Angel whined dramatically, causing Babe to roll their eyes and bite back a smile.
They decided it was best to change the topic and not continue to indulge them. "Let's split up and go on opposite sides of the grass area to see if we can find one. There's usually a bunch in the normal game and I want to avoid the forest as much as possible." Angel agreed with a nod, side eyeing the trees with a look of disdain before the two split up in search.
It didn't take long for Babe to spot one and call out to Angel across the field, "Found a hole!"
"That's what she said!" Angel immediately screamed back making the other sigh deeply as they hurried over.
The two hesitantly entered the cave entrance, gathering up as much stone as they can from the surface, keeping half an eye on the darkness that lead to the deeper part of the cave. They quickly crafted the tools they needed and were relieved to find a few iron ore veins near not too far into it.
"This won't be enough iron."
Babe looked at them confused as they finished up cooking the last bit of iron to finish off their set of iron tools. "What do you mean?"
"We need armor, I'm fleshy and a lot of mobs want a bite out of this ass. And we should also have back up ones in case these break or something. I've seen you play before, you've thrown your tools into lava so many times it's actually embarrassing."
Babe shot them an irritated look but let out a frustrated sigh. They begrudgingly replied, "I guess you're right, I just really hate caves, they're way too scary for a game about cubes."
Angel cupped their friend's face in their hands as they told them, "I shall protect you with my life, and we will reach the end of the tunnel safe and sound."
Babe stared at them for a moment before saying, "It's a cave."
Angel leaned in closer, whispering, "I will let you get eaten." Then let go of them taking a step back and turning towards the darkness. They pulled out their sword and pointed it in the direction. "Now onwards! Something something waits for no man."
The two headed forwards, Babe gripping their sword as they nervously looked around. Ready for anything to leap out of the darkness at them. They only had a torch each from burning some logs into charcoal but even that didn't give off enough light for them to feel safe in.
But it didn't take too long before they began to hear unnatural sounds. And the further they went a strange hissing sound grew louder and more distinct. Angel crept forwards, sticking out the torch as far as they dared to, until eventually they spotted a figure on the wall that was making the noise.
It was some kind of human and spider hybrid. They wore all dark gray clothes with a black hood over their head. Spider webs dangled off of them in random spots. Several glowing red eyes were spread across their face and several arms gripped the wall to keep themselves onto it.
Angel whispered harshly to Babe, "That doesn't look like a normal minecraft spider. Am I crazy or does that look like a person?"
"They do, but why? We just saw a normal spider. Why are they different?"
"I mean this place hasn't been entirely truthful to the game. But I don't really get why it would make a spider hyrb-"
Babe had then grabbed Angel's arm, cutting them off as they yanked them behind a rock. The creature/person had moved closer and was looking in the direction of the light that was now hidden behind the large rock.
Angel set their torch on the ground and peeked over the rock, trying to get a better look at them. But paused and looked down at it again before up at Babe.
"I'm going to do something that might be stupid."
"What don-" but barely could get the words out as they picked the torch back up and tossed it in the thing's direction. It landed on the ground just under it and instantly caught their attention.
The figure moved down from the wall and over to it. Their features now getting lit up better by the light.
Angel's eyes then widened in shock. "Wait, did you see that?"
"See what?"
"That, on the back of one of their hands. It looks like the dot that appeared on the tv screen before the portal sucked us in." The other got up to their knees, peeking over to get a better look and eyes widening when they saw it.
Babe questioned, sitting back down behind the rock, "What could that mean?"
Angel rubbed their forehead, their head now starting to ache. "I don't know, this is all so confusing."
Babe huffed, rubbing their legs anxiously but paused when they felt something else in their pocket. They quickly shoved their hand inside and pulled out a (gemstone wand with a white light at the top). It caught Angel's attention who leaned forwards to get a better look.
"What is that? Do I have one?" Reaching into their own pocket and pulling out a similar looking one as well. They then pointed it at Babe and said hoarsely, "Avidi kidivi."
Their friend shot them a harsh look. "You're an idiot." They just booped their nose with it in return. Babe sighed, flicking it away. "Careful, we don't know what that does."
Angel went quiet, staring at the faint light at the top and then in the direction of the creature. Brows furrowed as they thought it over.
"What if we poked it."
Babe looked at them for a long moment before asking, "You ever heard of the phrase 'don't poke a sleeping bear'?"
"I know, I know. But-" they were then interrupted by a hissing above them. The two slowly looked up to see the creature had moved to their rock while they had been talking. It glared at them with its many eyes and bared its fangs.
Babe slowly reached for their sword they had set on the ground but the hybrid quickly spotted their movement and got ready to lunge. Angel shoved them out the way and threw their own body backwards to avoid its attack. The two hit the ground hard and quickly scurried in opposite directions of it.
The spider hybrid landed in a crouch in the middle of them and eyes shifted back and forth between the two. Angel drew out their axe and it made its choice of prey and lunged for Babe once more. They yelped as they were shoved to the ground. Fangs immediately went into their neck and drew blood, making them cry out in pain as it began to pull back with the intent to rip out their throat.
Angel screamed at them, making the creature pause momentarily at the outburst and was thrown off by them swinging the back of their axe at them.
The hybrid hit the floor not too far away but still gave Angel enough time to move over to their friend and help them up. Babe covered their wound with their hand, looking over at it terrified.
"What the hell do we do?"
Angel gripped the axe tighter, eyes remaining on the threat as they replied, "Let's poke the bear."
"This is fucking insane," Babe muttered before pulling out the crystal from their pocket once again. The other hand still pressed tightly down on their neck. "You got a plan?"
Angel watched as it moved back to its feet. "Uhh I be tank, you be poker?" The hybrid moved back into a pouncing position once it got its bearings in order.
"We're going to die." Before Angel could mock their friend back, they had to both move out of the way from its attack. But this time it shot out a web from its hands and had Angel pinned to the ground.
They panicked, struggling to get free but their movement only got them more tangled. The hybrid went for them and ripped away the axe with another web when Angel used the little freedom they had in their hand to swing it. It went flying several feet away from them and hit the ground with a loud clang.
The creature moved to straddle over them using one of their many hands to grip their face and hold it still. It forced their chin up leaving their throat exposed and Angel could only yell as the spider went for their jugular to rip it out.
But before their teeth could pierce their flesh, Babe had appeared from behind and grabbed its hand with the strange dot. It caught the spider hybrid off guard enough for Babe to pull them off of Angel and back into them. Then they jabbed the crystal at the mark before it could fight back anymore.
As soon as the gem touched the void a bright light appeared under its skin. Veins that almost resemble lightning bolts shot beneath the skin and towards the mark where it then closed up with a loud and familiar crackle. The creature then fell motionless onto the ground making the two panic.
Babe pulled grabbed onto the webbing and took out an axe from their inventory before cutting it off of them. Angel quickly pushed themselves up, yanking off any of the remaining webs left with a disgusted look. But eyes quickly went back to the motionless figure on the ground.
"Oh my god we killed them!" Angel gasped in horror. Babe's wide eyes remained on the body, holding in their breath, waiting for it to do something.
It took a long and drawn out minute before they began groaning in pain, eyes blinking open slowly. The two flinched back when they saw them and their gaze turned into one of confusion.
They asked them nervously, attempting to sit up, "What's going on, who are you two?" They both looked at one another completely stunned but when the spider hybrid fell back down, they moved to opposite sides of them to help them sit up.
"It's a long story…. I'm Angel and this is Babe. Can you tell us your name?"
"I'm Starlight," they answered, a shocked look on their face as they examined the two. Their eyes focusing better and the fatigue leaving their face. "Wait..holy shit! You're unempowered humans!"
"'Unempowered'? David uses that term a lot when referring to us." They said, looking to Babe who was just as shocked before turning back to Starlight, "You're from our world aren't you?"
"Um yeah?" They responded, looking even more confused.
Angel looked at their friend horrified. "We weren't the only ones to get trapped here."
"Trapped here?" Starlight questioned, "Ah shit, this again?"
"I'm sorry, 'again'? Is this like a normal thing for you?"
Babe shushed Angel before explaining to Starlight, "This is going to sound insane but we're kind of stuck in this video game. What's the last thing you remember before coming here?"
They rubbed their forehead with knitted brows. "My mind is all blurry, I-OH MY GOD!" They then screeched when they saw their arms. "What the hell am I?!" They threw themselves backwards as if to get away from their own body. All of their arms trembled while tears filled their many eyes.
The two panicked, reaching for them but they flinched away making them both stop.
Babe rapidly rummaged through their mind to find a way to calm them down. Finally they got an idea and gently told them, "Hey it's fine. I think this is temporary. Me and Angel had some changes to us and I'm guessing since there are only two main human characters in this game that it stuck you with the mobs. I'm sure when we get out that you'll go back to normal."
The hybrid looked up hesitantly at them, tears still streaming down their cheeks. "You really think so?"
Angel nodded, making eye contact with Babe. "Yeah, yeah! That makes a lot of sense actually. We became the main characters of the game but if others are getting stuck then they have to fit in somewhere. Once we leave we should return back to ourselves." Starlight wiped their cheeks, cringing at their arms but still looking much more hopeful than before.
Angel then continued, "And look on the bright side, you're kind of fucking cool like this. I mean you can shoot webs and climb on walls." They nodded a bit, looking down at themselves and not being able to stop the disgusted look.
Babe leaned forwards, gently taking one of their hands in their own. "We'll all get out of this, I promise. Everything will work out." They nodded again, this time with more determination.
Babe pushed themselves up and held out a hand to them, helping them up while Angel stuck out both hands and was helped up by the two. But Starlight then gasped while looking at Babe.
"Oh my god, your neck!" Angel looked over at their friend and cringed at the blood dripping from the wound on their neck.
Babe moved a hand up to cover it again and asked, "Is it that bad?"
Angel quickly shook their head. "No, no." They moved closer to them and took their hand gently off of it to examine it better. "Just some puncture wounds but the bleeding already slowed down, we just need to wrap it." Angel moved their hand down to tear off a long strip of fabric from the bottom of their shirt and fastened it around Babe's neck.
"I did that, didn't I?" Babe looked to them and nodded a bit. "I..I'm so sorry, I don't-"
Babe shook their head, wincing a bit when they moved it. "No, no you're fine. You were a bit messed up and clearly didn't have any control over yourself. I really don't blame you for this."
Starlight didn't look like they were convinced but Angel decided to step in instead. "Alright let's get a move on. It's definitely dark out by now and we need to get better geared to survive it." Then took out their pickaxe and another freshly lit torch before heading deeper into the cave. The two followed after.
It didn't take long for them to find enough ores to make armor and when they had enough to make a spare they settled at the end of one of the tunnels to begin smelting. Angel placed their furnaces and stuffed them with coal.
Starlight then asked as Babe began putting the ores into the furnace, "If we're stuck in a video game wouldn't the only way to get out is to finish it? Once it ends it should just kick us out right?"
Angel groaned, leaning back on the crafting table they were sitting on. "But that's the thing, there is no end to this game."
The spider hybrid's face dropped. "So there's really no way to beat it? I'm going to be stuck like this?"
Babe then interjected, "Well actually there is a way to beat the game." The two looked over at them. "By killing the ender dragon. 'Technically' it's not the actual end because you of course can keep playing afterward but it still counts as a way of beating the game. And the portal that opens when we beat the dragon might just send us home."
"But would that actually work though?"
Babe shrugged with a helpless sigh. "Have no idea but we might as well give it a shot. I mean what else are we going to do? No one even knows where we are and a video game is the last place anyone would look. We're on our own."
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heyy sorry dunno if ur ok with ppl asking for advice, but ive been on the twitter mgs fandom for a little while (mostly as a watcher rather than participating other than liking, rting and occasionally commenting or posting some art) and after a while i realized (a bit too late) that quite a few people that i interacted with are aggressively anti and i dont know how to pull away from them now.
Some were mutuals, i stopped following most of them but they still follow me and im not sure if i should just ignore it or whatever. My main account is very clean when it comes to pro/anti discussion and NSFW in general, altho i do like/rt/discuss a lot of anime art and media that has some questionable content in it (like the monogatari series for example)
Anyway, im just a bit scared they might see these "cracks" and it gets to a point of agression/exclusion/doxxing etc and im a bit terrified of that. Sorry if this sounds dumb, but could i ask you what you experience with the mgs fandom is like on twitter? Have you ever been in a similar situation?
It's totally cool to ask for advice! I'm not sure how much help I'll be though.
I have a twitter that's mostly MGS-focused, but I've been building up defenses against the anti movement for a long time before that. I used to be mutuals with someone who was a really notorious asshole twitter anti, actually. I broke that when they started publicly slandering me, but before they could actually dox me, and they still followed me on side accounts for a couple years after that. I got very careful about vetting who I regularly interact with after that.
I got lucky dropping into MGS fandom, I've found a bunch of people who enjoy freaky stuff as much as I do. But I also had one of those friends get doxxed a while back over ship discourse that was spun as something much worse.
Personally, if I see a callout post and it looks fishy (only includes accusations of fic or art, etc), I will a lot of times block everyone that's retweeted or liked it. It's made me sad a couple of times to break mutuals, but I know I'm saving myself the pain later of potentially seeing them fall for it with me. This, when my friend got doxxed, ended up causing me to block like half of the twitter MGS fandom ngl.
Honestly, my secret to not accidentally making full on anti friends is that when I get into a new fandom, I look up their discourse and who antis say shouldn't be shipped together. Then I look and see who makes art/fic of those ships. If I don't like those ships specifically, I find people who ship both that and whatever I like. Usually I end up liking one or more of them anyways (solimiller...). Or I'll go through that fandom's fics with warnings on them and check out those authors' other works.
That's how I keep accidentally meeting a lot of people in fandom, it turns out. I read a fic, I look at the author's other works or their profile, it has a social media handle, or a discord link, or whatever else, next thing I know I'm talking to them and 5 more people they recommended about whatever freaky kink I found of theirs.
I do actually have a (mostly nsfw) discord link that I would share here, but given some of the weird interactions I've gotten tonight I'm gonna wait a couple days before I post it publicly. It's fandom neutral technically but a lot of us like our war boys (mgs/cod mostly). But uhhh if anybody sees this and wants in feel free to dm me/send an off-anon ask and I'll slip ya a link real quiet.
I warn people some of the heavier content that I regularly post as well, even though I don't explicitly use any discourse labels, but honestly the biggest thing is just pulling your interactions like weeds. People on the internet are, mostly, strangers. You don't like someone's vibes? You can block 'em. You see them being a dick to someone else and don't wanna risk them doing the same to you ? Definitely block. Someone makes posts you don't like and it keeps filling up the tags you frequent? You can block that!
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[2:02PM] - Happy birthday, Miya twins!
Warnings: dark contents (obsessives & possessive twins); post-time skip (twins and reader is of age); explicit smut; breeding; non-con recording; reader (y/n) might be a little dumb and oblivious; 18+
Note: not edited
Part 2 - Part 3 (read this after the side stories) - Rin's story - Atsumu's story - Osamu's story
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After nearly ten hours, you finally logged off work for the day. You massaged your temples, feeling the tension gradually dissipate. As you tap your phone’s screen, you notice numerous unread texts demanding your attention. However, what caught your attention was the date displayed on the screen.
M O N D A Y, O C T O B E R 4
You swore, swiftly navigating to your text messages. Among the numerous messages from various individuals, you noticed none from the twins.
[You] Hey punks, sorry I’ve been busy with work and overlooked that tomorrow is ‘yer birthdays
[You] I have not booked a restaurant #IMSORRY
You have known the twins since you were six; they’re turning twenty-six tomorrow. It has become a long-standing tradition that whenever it was your birthday or their birthday, you and the twins would always gather for a meal together.
[Tsumu] Wow. You don’t love us anymore.
[You] …
[Samu] It’s okay; we know you’re busy
[Samu] and don’t care about us anymore #sadface
[Tsumu] My favorite Y/n is finally forgetting about us ☹
[You] I am not! Stop being babies! I didn’t entirely forget. It’s still TOMORROW.
[Tsumu] Lies. You forgot about us!
[Samu] That’s why you moved far from us, huh?
Since you all entered your pre-teen years, the twins had developed a peculiar and somewhat possessive attachment to you.
You were theirs.
Neither of them has dated nor allowed boys to get close to you if they had any say.
‘Yer boyfriend will make ‘yer stop hanging out with us.
We’ll lose ‘yer forever, don’t ‘yer see?
You thought they would grow out of it, but their possessiveness only seemed to have evolved through the years.
It got out of hand during high school when girls hated you or questioned why you were dating both twins.
Rumors circulated that even the slightest shift in your demeanor or a slight distancing in your friendship would trigger the twins’ keen perception, leading them to become immediately clingy.
After high school, Osamu stayed in Hyogo while you moved to Osaka for university. It was shortly after you learned that Atsumu joined you in Osaka.
You were surprised one night at the bar when a hand rested on your hip and a familiar voice whispered into your ear, “hey, love.” Atsumu made it difficult to shake off when he attracted all your friend’s attention; he ended up by your side the rest of the night.
The following day you caused massive wildfire speculation on campus that you were dating the new setter on MSBY Black Jackals.
You ignored him as much as possible, but it became difficult that he was just everywhere.
You could not have been more thankful to have accepted the scholarship to study abroad. You spent the last two years overseas and applied for an additional scholarship for the graduate program, and ended up staying out of Japan for four years.
While you lived abroad, you maintained occasional communication with both of them. The time zone difference conveniently provided a plausible excuse for not being to take their video calls or respond promptly to their messages.
Your return back to Japan without notifying them triggered an uproar. Their cold shoulders left you feeling terrible, realizing that you often succumbed to their demands, even when it wasn’t necessary, and despising yourself for being too lenient with them.
[You] If I didn’t care, I obviously would not be writing to you two boneheads right now.
[Tsumu] ☹
[Samu] ☹
You groan.
[You] Okay. I’m sorry. You two are my favorite boneheads.
Silent.
They gave you the silent treatment for ten minutes.
[You] Okay. Because I failed to plan, what can I do to make you both happy? You can have anything in the whole world.
Unexplainable chills zapped down your spine as soon as you sent that, making you shudder. Below your message, you saw double-check marks, meaning they both read it.
Silent.
You were in the middle of writing something when Osamu replied.
[Samu] I’ll come to ‘tsumu and cook dinner, meet there.
[Tsumu] My place tomorrow for dinner. Be ready to cum.
You frown.
[Tsumu] Sorry, autocorrect. COME.
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You arrived at Atsumu’s place first since you lived closer.
“Could you please put on a shirt?” you half-ordered and half-complained, trying to avoid looking at the half-naked Atsumu. His sweatpants sat incredibly low on his hips, showing off his defined abs and sharp V-lines. He had just finished showering, evident from his damp hair and the towel casually slung over one shoulder.
“Why do you still get shy around me? You’ve seen me naked before.”
It was a memory you buried deep away. You were over at their house and knocked on his door to ask him a question, and he replied, telling you that it was safe to enter his room when he was naked as the day he was born.
A few days later, the same thing happened but with Osamu.
Thanks to them, you understood the male anatomy.
Ignoring his presence, you explore his apartment’s vast expanse. “You have such a spacious place for just one person,” you remarked casually.
Your words were abruptly interrupted when his arms encircled your shoulders, startling you. “Well,” he whispered, his voice filled with a hint of mischief, “you could always move in with me.”
Gently wiggling out of his embrace, you created some distance between you. “It’s okay,” you replied, calm but firm. “I prefer being close to work. It makes commuting much more convenient for me.”
Before you could react, his fingers swiftly touched your ear, rubbing it with a familiarity that caught you off guard. It was one of your weaknesses. “I can get you a car, and you can drive to work much easier.”
He steps closer to you, and you step back.
You backed against the wall, and Atsumu pressed your hand against his bare abdomen—the ripples of his abs defined underneath your palm. He closes in the distance and grabs your other hand, and shifts it down to his visible straining cock against his thin sweatpants.
Your hand balled up into a fist, “’Tsumu…” you warned, but your tone was too soft. He brings your fist to the bulge of his crotch, and you submit easily, fist loosening and palming his crotch.
“I want you to say my name like that when I am fucking you deep.” Your eyes shot up to look at him; his mouth cracked open, panting as he forced your hand to rub against his hard bulge. “Let me fuck you, Y/n. I’ve waited too long,” he begged.
The doorbell rings, distracting you both, and you take this opportunity to escape from him.
Atsumu has been more physical with you than Osamu, but he has never made you touch him physically like that before.
You hurry to the door, swinging the door open to see Osamu. He walks in with arms full of stuff and shoos you away when you try to help him.
He settles everything on Atsumu’s kitchen counter and pulls you into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist as he crushes you, chest to chest. His nose buries against your neck, making you flinch as he inhales deeply.
“I missed you.”
A gasp escapes your lips as you feel a nip and a hot tongue lapping your neck.
You pulled away, and a hand immediately touched where his mouth just suckled, your hand wet from his saliva. “What is wrong with you guys today?”
Osamu ignores you and begins to unload his stuff, “I make your favorite stuff.”
You carefully watched him and walked around to the other side of the counter. You watch him quietly as he finishes any last-minute prepping.
Your palms press against Atsumu’s granite countertop, watching Osamu that you hadn’t realized the two giant hands that press next to yours.
“What are we eating?” Atsumu asked, over your head, pressing you into his counter. His thick and hard cock purposedly pressed into your lower back. As if he knew you would pull away, his hands gently lock yours on his counter. He threads his fingers through yours and presses them onto the countertop.
“’Tsumu,” Osamu warned, “after dinner.”
“What?”
Atsumu drops his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck; the opposite side Osamu kissed. “Just dessert.”
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Osamu had always been the better cook of you three. It’s no wonder his small shop is doing well at home.
“Keep eating,” Osamu scoops another spoonful of mashed potatoes onto your plate. You make a disapproving face at him because you are already full. “You’ll need all the energy.”
Atsumu has been quiet the rest of the night, fidgety, to be exact. He is seated beside you; his legs are spread wide, so one leg touches you. You had to slap his hand away twice when he would rest a hand on your thigh, rubbing and squeezing.
“Is it time for dessert?” he whined.
You brought the cake without letting them know and stood up from your seat before they could react and head to the fridge. You added the numbers 2 and 6 onto the cake and lit the candles.
You return to the dining table with the twins, both looking impressed.
“What? You don’t like the cake?”
Osamu’s mouth curves slightly.
Atsumu’s nose scrunches; you made sure to buy strawberry flavor, his favorite.
“I want dessert.”
After wishing them a happy birthday, you waited for them to blow out the flames when you noticed how the twins looked at each other with identical mischievous smiles before looking at the cake and blowing out the candles in sync.
As you placed the cake down, preparing to clap your hands in celebration, each suddenly grabbed onto one of your wrists, firmly holding you in place.
“Y/n,” Osamu calls, “we want something from you.”
“We’ll forgive you for almost forgetting our birthday if you do something for us?” Atsumu added quickly.
Narrowing your eyes, you maintained a momentary silence, sensing a warning from your intuition. “I’ve known both of you for a long time,” you spoke, voice laced with suspiciousness. “There’s nothing that could make you both agree on something so peacefully. What’s going on?”
“Oh, but we both agree on something,” Atsumu tugs your left wrist, “we both want you.”
“Me?”
“To submit to us.” Osamu finished.
Submit to us.
Submit to us.
Submit to us.
“Like…” you pause, “like have sex… together?”
“Threesome,” Osamu clarified with his charming smile.
“Just us.” Atsumu chimed.
“Well, I sure hope so.” You snapped.
“Do you agree?”
You tugged your wrists but failed, “no, that’s crazy.”
“Y/n,” Atsumu whines, “how is it crazy? We both know you love us, and we love you too.”
“This is weird.”
“How is it weird? It’ll just be sex.” Osamu assures with a smile.
“It’ll be the best birthday present you can give us.”
Your eyes shut as you fight the urge to say yes. Atsumu’s rough fingertips rub your knuckles while Osamu rubs circles on your hand.
“No anal.”
Atsumu’s lips curved into a triumphant smile while Osamu pouted, “boo.”
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The tie is secure over your eyes, “why do I need my eyes cover?”
“Up?” you hear Atsumu instruct, motioning for you to lift your arms. Your shirt is raised and tugged off, leaving you in your black bra.
“You’re going to guess who will fuck you,” Osamu answered, pressing you down on your back. A pair of hands fumbled at the waistband of your yoga pants, which were tugged off. “A black thong, sexy.”
You lay on your back in your undergarments, “guys?” You don’t feel their presence.
“Give us a minute here; we’re trying to see who gets to fuck you first.”
You hear them mumbling, ‘rock-paper-scissor-shoot.’ “Are you guys serious?” You lift yourself onto your elbows.
You feel the floor creak by your feet, and your heartbeat races. Suddenly, warm breaths by your cheek and their mouth crash onto yours unexpectedly, fast and hungry, knocking you back. They pin your wrists beside your head, so you can’t touch them, probably to figure out which twin they are.
You know enough; Atsumu has an undercut, while Osamu’s hair is long.
His tongue mingled with yours in a deep kiss, and when you inhaled for air, his mouth lifted off of yours and kissed along your jaw before pulling away completely.
Your wrist is released but quickly ordered, “leave them there or else you’ll be punished.”
Your mind is too hazy to tell who it was.
The rest of your undergarments are removed, leaving you naked, blind, and vulnerable.
With rough fingers, they hook their arms underneath your knees and pull you to the bed’s edge, your lower half hanging off the bed. Your legs are then widened, and thick fingers play at the entrance of your pussy.
“So wet,” they whisper before plunging a finger inside, pulling it out, and pushing it back in.
With just one finger, it is enough to curl your toes as you beg for more.
Something rounder and thicker presses at your entrance where their finger was just at, “I can’t wait anymore.”
A thick hard cock plunges deep inside of you and doesn’t allow you to adjust before they’re pounding hard into your pussy. Your back arches, and a moan resonates from your throat. You grip the comforters, barely anchoring yourself as you shift with each fast thrust. Large hands grip your thighs, holding you still as they thrust harder and faster.
You touch their hands holding your thighs; the veins and rough knuckles aren’t enough to determine which twin.
“Fuck, hurry.” You hear a hoarse voice demand towards your head. “Baby, give me your hand?”
One hand reaches above your head, unsure, but a large hand closes your hand around something hot, soft, yet hard. “I’m gonna fuck your fist.” The cock in your hand slides back and forth fast that you have to tighten your grip. “Fuck-fuck-fuck- your fist feels good!” they moaned loudly.
A smack behind your thigh sent you crying as the one fucking your pussy reminded you who was giving you the pleasure. Your legs are pushed forward and hooked over their shoulders, pressed in half before the heavy body is fucking you into the mattress.
Heavy panting fanned your face, “I’m going to cum… inside you.”
You weren’t on birth control but couldn’t find your voice to tell them no.
“If you don’t answer- I’m going to cum inside of you….” his hips begin to pound at yours, fast and hard.
“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me!”
A deep chuckle sends chills down your spine, “good girl.”
His cock twitched inside you, and with four more hard thrusts, he stills and jerked as he cums. The weight of his body collapses over you, keeping you pressed in half. His loud groans mixed with your moans.
“I’m going to fuck a baby in you, love.” He growled, and your walls convulsed and gripped around his cock at his statement.
“A ba-baby?”
The cock in your hands slips out and leaves your hand abandoned.
“My turn.” The weight is suddenly pushed off of you; the sudden withdrawal makes you flinch and gasp at the sudden impact of emptiness. “Hands and knees, baby girl.” You’re rolled over onto your stomach, and they help adjust your lower half to their liking. “Hang in there for me, baby girl. I’m close to cumming thanks to your fist, but I want to cum inside you too.”
Your throat is hoarse, and you desperately want to remove the covering over your eyes.
The bed shifts, and you feel the dip near your hands and head. “Hey love, lift your head for me, please?” You lift your head, and something soft yet wet touches your lips. “Open, please?”
A musky smell hits your nose before your jaw drops slightly but the prob of something hot and soft presses your lips open. Your tongue licks and swirls around the tip of the cock in your mouth.
“One second,” your mouth is empty, and as you were about to question, without warning, your pussy is stuffed in thrust. You’re caught off guard, and you’re jerked forward.
The cock in your pussy keeps a steady rhythm; this cock felt different. This one was less thick but longer.
“Stick out your tongue,” the thumb rubbing your lower lip pushes your jaw open, “suck me, please.”
Their cock slowly pushes into your mouth, taking in what you can. You lock in your elbows and take in more of his cock until it hits the back of your throat, and you quickly retreat before you gag.
The covering over your eyes gets tugged off swiftly before you can comprehend. Your eyes adjust quickly to the dim light in the room. You blink, staring straight at the wide hips and defined V-lines. Familiar V-lines.
You didn’t dare look up.
He withdraws his cock from your mouth and tilts your head upward.
With teary eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, you gaze back at Atsumu. “You’re so beautiful.” His thumb swipes over the corner of your lip where drool leaks. “How is she, ‘Samu?”
Your mouth shuts as you bite in your moan when he particularly thrusts harder.
“Amazing, she feels fucken amazing.” He grunts, “worth the wait.” His grip on your hips is bruising.
Your cheeks are pressed in by Atsumu’s hand, “me too, love. Can I cum in your mouth?”
Your tongue darts out to lick his length, licking the softness of his length before swallowing him entirely. Your eyes look up to see his mouth open, watching you right back. His fingers comb your hair behind your ear, “I’ve waited a long time to see you like this… sucking me….”
Much like Atsumu, you feel Osamu twitching with each sloppy thrust. That increases your suckling, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around Atsumu’s cock.
Your pussy clamps down on Osamu’s cock just as your mouth does for Atsumu’s cock. They groan and grunt as they come simultaneously, one in your pussy and one in your mouth.
Osamu’s cum only mixed in with Atsumu’s earlier and filled you even more uncomfortable. You could swallow most of Atsumu’s cum, but some dribble down your chin.
Atsumu pulls out his cock and wipes the dribbling cum back into your mouth. “You did well, love.”
He drops onto the bed beside you and reaches to fondle your hanging tits. “I knew your tits would be lovely. I’m going to fuck them next.”
The upper half of your body collapses on top of his hand. “No, you’re not,” you confirmed, breathless.
He flips onto his side, elbow supporting his head. “Why not? Wasn’t this fun?”
“Because I’m going to fuck her tits next,” Osamu said at the end of the bed. He slips out of flaccid cock and rubs your thighs before straightening your lower half. He drops beside you and rubs your back.
“You got to fuck your fist and her pussy!”
“You got her pussy and her mouth?”
“Shut up.” You groan, exhausted. You rolled onto your back, shifting near Osamu. It wasn’t long before Atsumu scooted closer, unable to allow his twin to have more of you.
Your eyes shut as exhaustion creeps up on you.
“Did you know it was me fucking you first?” Atsumu whispers into your ear, a hand massaging one of your tits.
“Yes,” you muttered; with your eyes still closed, you swat his hand away. “You’re the only one who calls me good girl and love, and Osamu only calls me baby girl when he wants something.”
A few minutes pass by in silence. You’re alerted when fingers trail from the valley of your tits down to your navel before cupping your sex. “I wonder which twin’s baby you’ll carry?”
Your eyes snap open, and you bolt up, but an arm locks you down on your back. Osamu hovers over you, his heavy muscular arm holding you down. “Hang on, baby girl.”
You watch Atsumu get up and off the bed, naked. He walks over to his dresser, and you see the phone propped horizontally on a tripod. He takes the phone off the tripod and points the camera at you, “totally fucked out; the best birthday gift ever, right ‘Samu?”
Osamu forces your face to look at him, “as of now, but you want to know what would be best, ‘Tsumu?”
The bed dips with Atsumu crawling over, and he straddles your thighs, the camera still pointed at you. “Hmm?”
“There’s a baby Miya,” Osamu’s palm on your abdomen, “right here.”
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E/n: Sheesh. That's probably the darkest stuff I've ever written. Now, I'll get back to Once Again.
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