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baka-bakeneko · 9 months

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Take - Jackie Welles

Jackie Welles x Fem! V

tags:NSFW, Minors DNI, friends (maybe a benefits on the side if you squint) to lovers (unless you take that first statement as truth then ig nvm), sharing a bed trope, sleepy cuddles, dubious consent-ish, light petting, cockwarming, somno, sleepy xxx wc: 1.04k synopsis: Jackie stays the night at V's place after a night on the town. Jackie, ever the 'go big or go home' lug, does in fact go big and then goes home. a/n: i guess i should just call this a saga for @almightywdm, their sleepy saga and i am but a humble wordsmith to put those thoughts to format. also love jackie, give him a lil forehead kiss.

You held most of Jackie's upper weight over your shoulder while you walked him into your apartment. "Alright, Jack. Almost there."

Jackie passively shushed your sentiment away, putting each poignant foot before the other. "You take care of me, V."

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get you to bed," you said, steering the muscled man over to your bed.

You managed to slip his arm from your shoulders and sat him down on the edge of the bed. "Alright choom. Let's get you comfortable, huh?"

Jacki grinned at you, huffed through his nose as you bent to pull off his heavy boots. Standing, you shrugged off his jacket then grabbed it and tossed it to the floor.

"Stay here, I'll get you some water." You pat Jackie's large bare shoulder, held onto him for a soft sway. "And a bucket."

"Nonono, chula...ch-choom," Jackie muttered, tilting his head up to stare at you.

You met Jackie's gaze, his eyelids heavy with the threat of sleep. Your hand kneaded at his muscle, holding him an inch closer as you felt Jackie's hand touch your thigh.

"What, hmm?" Your hand drifted up to cradle his thick jaw. "Thick tongue tie on ya?"

Jackie scrunched his nose, reaching with his free hand to undo his hair. "Nah."

You snorted, pat his neck then backed out of Jackie's hold. "Alright, stay here."

Jackie grumbled, watching you walk away to grab a trash can and a glass of water. Afterwards, you climbed around Jackie and into bed.

You tossed your shoes off the edge of the bed, then your jacket followed by your pants. Jackie settled down on his back, folding his arms over his stomach after undoing his belt.

You turned on your side, staring over the vast space between you and Jackie. "Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight, V." Jackie reached over to smack the thickest part of your thigh. "You're so good to me."

You tried your best to keep the level of space between you and Jackie, sleeping under the bedsheets while he slept on top of them; still, the two of you managed to meet in the middle during your stirring.

Jackie's hand curled around your waist, slipped down to grab your thigh and pull it over his leg. You reached your arm out to curl around Jackie's neck, pulling him towards you.

His forehead pressed against yours, sharing a few tired sighs before your lips. "Hey jaina."

"Hey, Jack," you purred, allowing Jackie to pull you further into him.

Jackie's soft lips trembled before yours until touching, his hand forcing against your back; your front pressed up against his, his groin settled between your legs.

You bit back, hissing at yourself. Jackie groaned at the loss of you, leaning after to regain your kiss.

"What?" he asked, his sleep laced voice drawing you ease.

"Nothing," you mumbled, returning to his lips.

Jackie hummed softly, shifting you on top of him with him on his back. "D'you mind?"

You shook your head, feeling Jackie's hand slip over your undies. He peeled them aside, his middle finger inquisitively slipping down to brush against your lips.

You bristled against Jackie, your breath hitching as his finger gained weight and split between your folds.

"You're wet, chica," Jack stated.

You hummed, maintaining your level of sleep.

"Can I be in you?" he asked, his question loggy and mumbled.

You agreed with another hum, falling asleep on Jackie's chest for the moment he pulled down his pants. You felt the heated throb of Jackie's cock slapping softly against your sex.

With a moan, you turned your head on Jackie's shoulder and opened your legs further.

"Thank you, V. You're a real sweet treat," Jackie yawned, resting his hand just along your sex to angle his cock into you.

He pushed in softly, let you both adjust to the warmth emanating. Sleep tempted him again, your walls nothing but the blanket to aid his restless night.

"Real sweet," Jackie drawled, curling his arms around you to squeeze.

You breathed in Jackie's face, relishing in his slow envelopment of you. "You're not so bad yourself."

It was another hour before Jackie wrestled awake and rolled over to fuck you. You crooned, feeling the soft of your mattress under you with Jackie's heavy body over you.

"You feel so good, chica," Jackie whispered, rocking his hips slowly into you.

His cock was immeasurable, a heavy mass that drove into you. You woke softly, curling your fingers in the nape of his hair.

Jackie bent to kiss your lips, savored a few of your moans into him. The two of you rocked and stayed, pausing and resuming with little fits of sleep.

"Don't mind me, eh?" He asked, pushing deep into you and pausing long enough to drift off for a moment.

You tittered sleepily, tapping Jackie's shoulder. "Jack...come on, let's go to sleep."

Jackie laughed mirthlessly, rocking his hips into you again and earning a low moan from you. "You'll cum soon, huh, jaina?"

You nodded, curling your legs around Jackie's waist. "Almost now."

Your tired pussy clamped around Jackie's cock, beginning to throb until you finally came. Jackie groaned, ducking his head to rest on your pillow and lather in your wet.

"Goddamn." Jackie whispered, running his hands along your legs. "Thank you, for that."

He kissed you again, his mouth the motion of the proverbial ocean as his hips rushed to find their end. You caught onto his friction, feeling your body enliven with more euphoric licks until Jackie stopped and came.

"Fuck," you groaned, dropping your legs and holding the large man tighter against you.

"I know," Jackie mumbled, pulling out of you immediately. "My bad, V."

You grinned softly, pulling yourself upright in bed to look at him. "No, Jack. That was good shit."

Jackie tiredly puffed his chest, retreating to his side then rested back down on the bed. "Yeah? You'll have to let me sleep over more often."

You hid a roll of your eyes. "I'm a bed hogger."

"Not with me, you aren't." Jackie reached and pulled you back into his hold, giving you a tight squeeze before drifting off to sleep.

He effectively trapped you in his hold, leaving you no choice but to nuzzle close and fall asleep against him.

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #fanfic #fan work #v cyberpunk #jackie welles #jackie welles x v #jackie welles cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077

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palmofafreezinghand · 8 months

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For your Day Needing Distraction requests, wanna do a scene that's just Carlisle and Esme but set during the saga somewhere?

thank you so much for the prompt @jessicanjpa, sorry this took a lil bit!

Esme tries to appease Carlisle's worries about Edward's new relationship with a story about their own. on ao3 here.

Carlisle fed another log to the crackling fire. Edward had banished his ‘parents’ to Carlisle’s study while Isabella Swan was getting a tour of the family home for the first time, something about not terrifying her too much on the first encounter.

“It never turns off does it?” Esme asked from her place on the loveseat behind him.

He furrowed his brow, gaze still focused on the flames. “Do I dare ask for more context?”

“That little brain of yours,” she sighed. His brain being referred to as little made him look over his shoulder at her. “Whatever in there that makes you constantly picture our gory firey deaths and has convinced you God will never let you be happy.”

He chuckled lightly, standing and walking slightly slower than a human to the couch. “My father deserves some credit for that.”

“You’re deflecting,” she rolled her eyes as he lifted her feet off the cushion and took a seat, letting her legs rest across his lap.

“I was not blessed with your optimism, my love.”

“Faith is a choice,” she parroted words he had told her decades earlier.

“Alice saw it. She saw him ki —”

“Alice wears fishnet tights and paints her eyes like a raccoon. Truly I have no idea why any of us trust her judgement.”

He gasped theatrically, lightly squeezing her calf. “Did I not hear you just yesterday tell her you admired her makeup?”

“I said I admired her bravery to experiment. There is a difference.”

“I see,” he nodded absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the fire. Our gory firey deaths.

She leaned forward and poked at the crease between his eyebrows. “You’re still worrying. Do you not trust Edward.”

“I love Edward,” he said instinctively.

“I don’t believe that’s what I asked.”

“I…” he took a deep breath, weighing the words in his mind. Thousands of thoughts and yet unable to find the way to begin to voice them. She placed her thumb and index on his chin and softly turned his head to look at her. “I believe he can manage it. But you know how he is. He gets over-confident and stubborn, and people get hurt, and he gets hurt.”

She smiled. “Who does that remind me of?”

“I’m not stub— ” he stopped himself before he could deny her claim and in turn prove it.

She blew air out of her nose. “Did you ever worry about us, when we first started courting?”

“Always”

“Me too.”

“You did?” He frowned, again.

“Till the moment Edward dragged me down the aisle.”

“Dragged?”

“He never told you the story?”

“There’s a story?”

“Do you remember our wedding day?”

He laughed. He remembered every single moment they had spent together in perfect detail, but even without the eidetic memory, he would remember their wedding day. “Vaguely.”

“You remember how I was late?”

“For the first and last time in your life, yes.” It had been a source of many quips over the years.

“That may have been because I completely panicked. I believe I ran as far as Colorado when Edward caught up.”

“Pardon?”

“Shush,” she grinned, amused by what had to of been horror on his face, slinging her arms loosely around his neck. “My mind had been racing for hours, imagining every horrible scenario that could happen once we were married. Poor Edward had been listening to this for hours. When Edward finally stopped me he said...

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“You’re right,” Edward yelled, from the other side of the river, still gauging how he was going to cross.

Esme dug her heels into the ground, coming to an abrupt halt. “Pardon?”

“Carlisle could become a monster. You’re right. Marriage may be the worst choice you ever make. You are absolutely correct.”

“This is not helpful, Edward,” she huffed.

“I can not promise things won’t go horribly wrong, they could. But… I can promise that if things go right you two will be incredibly happy.”

“I do not gamble.”

“Esme, you two deserve happiness more than anyone I know.”

“We’re the only people you know,” she attempted a smile that failed to reach her eyes.

“If you truly want to leave, I will personally ensure you never have to worry about a cent, I can make sure Carlisle never contacts you again. But I need to know with absolute certainty you are not throwing away something that could be wonderful simply because you’re frightened.”

Esme sighed as she sat down clumsily on the river bank. She chewed at the corner of her lip. The rushing water was the only sound made for minutes.

“What time does your pocket watch say?” Esme finally asked.

“Ten after eleven.”

She stood, brushing dirt off her ratty house dress. “I’ll have to get ready quickly, but we can still make it.”

“Are you positive?”

“More than I ever have been.”

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“You left?” Carlisle exclaimed, eyebrows nearly in his hairline.

“I came back!”

“Mere hours before our wedding you were halfway across the country,” he muttered. He was no longer looking at her, back to the fire, gory firey death in the form of a lonely groom at the altar. The spiral began.

“Look at that, you’ve stopped worrying about Edward,” she laughed.

“No, no, now I’m only worried about our entire marriage.”

“Carlisle,” she placed her hands on either side of his face, “I love you more than life itself. I am not asking you to be an optimist. I am not asking you to even be positive. I’m asking you to let him have a chance at something wonderful.”

He closed his eyes in resignation, or at least she thought it was resignation. “Colorado, that’s over a thousand miles.”

“You’re impossible,” she laughed.

#sorry this took a lil bit i started something in breaking dawn timeline got 2k deep and changed course #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #my stories

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omgtheywereroomates · 5 months

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INHALE

Here’s a doodle before we start.

hey humans, happy superstar saga day.

Here’s some birthday comic for y’all. (The swirly face you see in some panels are my John Hancock, or whatever it’s called.) and the character designs are updated a bit!

Also-

🎉🎉

THEY ARE FRUITY! (This is a ship blog we know this but shush)

(Click for better image, aaaa)

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alternativesaga · 3 months

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I love that the DCA fandom creates art and writing fantasizing about getting excited to go to work just to see their favorite bot

#fazbear works hard #but dca simps work harder #saga shush #never have i seen a fandom having work fics and all that #i love it tho

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greghatecrimes · 2 months

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Currently losing a battle of putting together a desk chair. and also wishing it were Friday 😔🫠

#anya shush #moving saga #florida shenanigans

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somuchcoffeeandwine · 6 months

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All right, fellow MCU fans

So, after seeing the Marvels today, it got me thinking. Now, you probably don't know who I am. But I do happen to be a writer. Not a very good one mind you (several people would say otherwise, but shush, give me my self-loathing) Phase 4 (and the current parts of 5) is not that great. So I want to rewrite the Multiverse Saga. Yes. The entire thing. Even though it's not finished.

Very long blocks of text below. It's really the only thing that keeps me organized. Please read it though if you are interested. It'll be split up into sections, for somewhat easy perusal.

Now, I know this is an ambitious project, and one not done. I am no stranger to things like this, see my own game/show I'm making. (This is the only time I'm going to mention it. But I am pretty proud of it) So, for my very small amount of sanity, I'm stopping it at The Marvels, and Loki season 2 (Oops, still not finished with it yet). And I wanted to ask people what they thought was lackluster, or mediocre. Not the Marvel I and many other people grew up on. I do understand that it was flawed before, but when I recently rewatched most of them, I found that my childhood love for them had blossomed into something new. I was 6 when the first Avengers came out. I learned how to shoot a bow because of Hawkeye in that movie. And I think it deserves better, especially after watching the Marvels.

Now, this means everything after Endgame. So from Black Widow to The Marvels in terms of the movies, and the Disney+ series from Wandavision to Loki Season 2. I have a feeling it's going to take me a second to get through the remaining 5 episodes of Loki S2. My family wants to watch it with me, and they're all decently busy... Anyways, that's 10 movies, and 9 series. Although I don't accept Secret Invasion. Like at all. Anyways.

I have yet to decide what I'm going to publish this on. Probably A03, just because that's easiest for me. And I can organize much easier. Do let me know what you think.

So, before I get into the problems I've identified, feel free to stop here, and reblog or ask me your problems with the aforementioned shows and movies. I'm talking writing or character problems, as we've seen in the series. I am a fan of the comics, but you can divert from that, or stick to them.

Oh, and if you say something like "Make it more queer", I am a raging bisexual enby. I will already be making it queer as fuck, and can be convinced to ship pretty much anyone, if I can get a good reasoning behind it. Minors should be shipped with only minors. That's one of my few rules, if you send anything to me. So yeah, I'm doing genderfluid Loki.

Thoughts on everything:

This is just here so that I don't get a ton of repeats. I'll go movies first, then the TV shows.

Black Widow (2021) - Honestly, this is too late of a movie. Natasha deserved this before Endgame or Infinity War came out. But release dates aside, Taskmaster needs more screentime, and a chance to show how menacing they are. Natasha also needs more time with her family, and the parents need to be fleshed out a bit more. Belova is far too smart to be tricked by the lady in the post-credit scene.

Shang-Chi And The Legend Of The Ten Rings (2021) - I don't have any major problems with this movie. The Great Protector, or the dragon, and the supernatural creature, I think he's called Dweller In Darkness, kinda felt a little blank, and the Dweller shouldn't have died, only been pushed back. And I don't like Katy that much. Trevor is much better comedic relief in my opinion.

Eternals (2021) - Oh boy, where do we start with this one? You know it's bad if I can't remember any of the main characters names besides Ikarus. And that's because I was laughing my ass off at him throwing himself into the sun. There was also the Celestial I think it was? Anyways that thing broke islands up, and then just became a massive statue, and like no one mentions it? I don't remember much else about this movie, even after having watched it like 3 times. Oh, and the Ebony Blade was shown off. I like that if they can do something fun with that.

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) - Dr. Strange feels a little shoe-horned in. The whole sanctum being overtaken by snow was pretty clever, but Strange being a father figure to Peter is not super well established. Could be fixed with a couple of rewrites. Or Strange and Stark being together. Peter is a dumbass, and the reason for him starting the whole plot... is so dumb. I understand, teenagers can be stupid, hell, I go to public high school, but Peter's shown he's a lot smarter than this. But I do like the crossover (Dafoe as Green Goblin my beloved) and the fact that the other Spidermen get to say goodbye in one last movie. Anyways, Ned's wizard connections need to be elaborated on as well.

Doctor Strange: Multiverse Of Madness (2022) - Alright, getting my biggest problem out of the way first. Wanda's corruption arc should have been shown. It should have been developed through the movie, and Wanda should have been with Strange and America. She can still be evil, and die after she realizes her actions, but this basically destroys the point of Wandavision. She was willing to say goodbye. Wanda has been a favorite of mine for years, and I read her comics religiously as a child. We need to see the power of the Scarlet Witch. What it did without Wanda. Her "No More Mutants" line sent chills down my spine the first time I read it. Sam Raimi directed this movie. Strange and Wanda should have had more horrific shit. And that one Strange with 3 eyes should have been the one from What If. We need horror in this. America also needs to be more fleshed out. I do love her, but we get like one scene of her being traumatized of basically growing up nowhere. Her moms get to stay though. I'm just going to ignore the last post-credit scene, because... that's setting something up I'm not sure of.

Thor: Love & Thunder (2022) - First up, Gorr has a great setup. He needed more screentime though. We need to see more of his god killing. They should rightfully be shitting their pants over this man. Thor leaving to save Sif was a good move, but that joke ruined the tension. She should have died there, proof of the god killer. Jane Foster is perfectly fine, and her arc is a lovely send-off. I would have loved some more stuff about the kids, especially Heimdall's. I don't even remember his name. He should have been shown doing something in Jane's return to Asgard, something that showed off his parentage. The meeting of the gods is a great scene, but there should have been people who spoke up, and then promptly getting thrown out, or even getting killed. Even more of a reason for Thor and crew to convince him. I think everything else is pretty good. Also Valkyrie is perfect in this movie. Bi queen. And her Loki knives are lovely.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) - I actually think this one just needs a couple of little tweaks. I understand why they couldn't have T'Challa show up in the spirit world, and Killmonger was great, but I still think something between the siblings would be good. Fuck, I love the funeral scene. It was a lovely sendoff to both T'Challa, and Chadwick. Namor seems a little rash though. Might just be the comics leaking through on that matter but I do like the Mayan inspirations in the movie!

Antman: Quantumania (2023) - I'm not really sure on this movie. I don't like Janet in this movie. She feels too secretive. She could have told them plenty, even lied that Kang had gone home. He'd gotten out somehow. Kang didn't seem scared enough of the others, but that might just be me thinking of that. Oh, and MODOK sucked. He shouldn't be a joke. But Darren could have done something else, because he is in there.

Guardians of The Galaxy V.3 (2023) - Perfection in every way. I'm not changing anything unless it involves getting everything I'm incorporating in. And the Christmas Special is also great.

The Marvels (2023) - Spoilers! Kamala needed more screentime, she just generally felt disconnected from the plot besides her bangle. And I also wanted a more menacing villain. That's been the problem with them recently. They don't make me think that they could actually beat them. I like everything else though. Flerkins were great as usual. I love these stupid creatures so much. That one scene was beautiful.

Now to the shows! These are going to be so much shorter.

Wandavision (2021) - I think this is good. No notes.

Loki S1 (2021) - Good, besides the Sylvie/Loki romance. They are siblings. I'm not sure if there's anything else that I really had a problem with. It's been a moment. Which is a shame. I love Loki (Also bi confirmation! I love it!)

The Falcon & Winter Soldier (2021) - I also think this is good, besides maybe having some problems with the villain. Bromance all the way.

What If...? (2021) - Also pretty good. Little self-contained story. I like the zombies.

Hawkeye (2021) - I also think this one's pretty well written. Macaroni is constantly referenced in my house. Lucky is also a pretty boy.

Moonknight (2022) - Honestly, god tier. Anyways, no one mentioned the stars literally turning in Egypt. But maybe it was just the people thinking that they were drunk as shit and seeing something.

Ms. Marvel (2022) - Second favorite being Moonknight. I also don't remember anything glaringly wrong.

She-Hulk: Attorney At Law (2022) - Besides the tone of the show being inconsistent as shit, I think this show should have dove into some of the topics it brought up more. It just seemed a little surface level. Maybe a WWDITS style mockumentary would work better.

Secret Invasion (2023) - THIS ENTIRE SHOW SUCKS ASS. THIS WHOLE THING WAS DONE SO BADLY. I am not taking anything from this show

Loki S2 (2023) - Too distracted by another season 2 coming out, so I have yet to finish. I have heard it's good though. I've seen the first episode, and it's going pretty good so far.

Well, you made it to the bottom! Yay!

...This took me an hour to write. I did get the doc set up. And got a bit of an outline set up.

#marvel #loki #wandavision #secret invasion #she hulk #hawkeye #ms marvel #moon knight #falcon and the winter soldier #the marvels #marvel mcu #mcu #writing #writeblr #long post

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allycat75 · 5 months

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For those trying to convince us there is more to the Boston Dumb Fuck-Fish Mouth saga, let me remind you...

Whether this is Megan, a family member or friend, or one if the main players themselves, you have lost all trust and credibility by doing an incredibly bad job, then blaming us for not believing you. We dont even know for exactly how long, because you keep changing the timeline on us.

Of course we know there is more going on behind the scenes. Of course we know Hollywood is a cesspool and will make its minions do things they don't not want to do. But that is still a choice. And there are still laws regarding cohersion, intimidation and blackmail (and worse, if that is what is going on). And there are glasses that can be used to read contracts, or at least just to skim for words like "marriage" or "morality clause" or 'damage to one's reputation" or "emotional and physical injury".

BDF, nothing is going to end up looking good for you after this, it just comes down to how much you are willing to sacrifice and how much you are willing to learn in order to grow. As I see it these are your options (I don't give a fuck about anyone else in this nightmare- they can all pound sand, for all I care):

Give up and accept you are married to an arrogant, racist, antisemtic, fatshaming Lolita who you will be connected to forever, regardless if and when you get divorced; no decent woman would want to be second place to that, and you will continue to have to compromise on your choices, never realizing you are the problem to begin with

Divorce her as soon as possible, but of course the little wifey will probably play the victim card because you do hold more power and are older and look like the creepy uncle next to her. Oh and all that work you did to show us this was all fake and you don't like her will be used against you, showing how emotionally cruel you were to the poor girl

Tell everyone you lied and were never married in the first place, but that will probably piss off the general public for making them look like fools and making you even less popular than ever

BEST OPTION- lay out, with evidence, why you lied. What was the reason for this madness. Show what it did to your body and mind. Partner with a good documentary crew to bring these bastards down. You are a private person, I know, but that went out the window as soon as you signed your life away. Make us all understand. Make this make sense. You will make some powerful enemies, but they weren't going to give you what you wanted anyway. You would just continue to be their puppet until the felt ran thin and they tossed you in the garbage, picking up a new one on the way without a second thought.

You may think there is something to save, but it's all burning down around you. Best we can hope for is to get you out of the smoke and ashes safely and clear the land so you can build something much stronger. Can you do that? Or are you too busy shushing your thoughts away and smoking weed to notice or care?

#brian wilson vibes #Ai in human form #martha mitchell effect #liars suck!#i hate manipulation #don't piss on my leg and tell me it is raining

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tf2-oneshots · 1 year

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(3/3) And then when Spy, Medic, and Sniper, find out where they all hang to do this compliment their partners hangout, they interrupt and turn it around on them, because "it wouldn't be fair for the other two to hear all about myself but not you"

(Also for revenge, because they did it in full view of the rest of the team and thats just kind of embarrassing. But It is also surprisingly fun to just compliment their partners to others. They might have to turn this into a thing as well.)

Read part two here!

Final installment to the thrilling saga

Warning: none!

Rating: General

Half an hour into the film, the men continue their competition. Popcorn fell to the floor, the blanket a messy heap tossed aside, and forgotten candy bags still in Demo’s lap. Most of which slightly melted from the warmth.

“Do you even see Medic’s face? He’s literally so hot!” Scout had taken the strategy of being louder in hopes of getting his point across. He was shushed several times by the others in case someone came to crash their party.

“Sniper’s got scars, laddie. Pretty hot in my opinion.” His autopsy left the Aussie with massive yet clean scars down his torso. Not to mention many other scars the man gathered from his time in the bush. The two once spent nearly an hour exploring each other’s scarred flesh.

The bickering was becoming too much for their partners, however. Scout had grown louder, practically screaming his praises as he stands on the couch. His mantra was cut off by Demo kicking his leg and sending the American crashing to the living room floor.

“They’re animals in there. Should do something about it.” Sniper comments as the sound of the arguing grows louder. The men reduced to loud animals on the verge of throwing furniture, or each other, across the room.

The three rise from their poker game, cards face down in front of their respective seats and walk to the wild men. What they find is Scout ready to swing a pillow, Engineer with his gunslinger, and Demo holding Eyelander. The remaining teammates each have one of the men restrained in their arms.

“Spy’s got—“ Before he could finish the sentence, the Frenchman in question lays a kiss on Engineer’s cheek. The Texan lowers his gunslinger, preventing the device from making a heart sized hole in both Scout and Demo’s chests.

“Mon amor, I’m flattered, but I can’t have all of the praise. You have the most darling smile.” Pyro releases the southerner as Spy brings him in close. Engineer chuckles, lifting his helmet off to give the woman a kiss. He was so worked up just moments ago, yet she melted the tension in his shoulders in an instant.

“Ja. Scout, you have the legs of an Olympian.” Soldier takes a gander before he’s relieved of duty by Medic pulling the younger against his chest. Scout is quick to talk about how utterly massive his muscles are and flex his noodle arms.

Heavy passes Demo to Sniper as the man approaches. The Aussie chuckles bringing his explosive lover in for a chaste kiss. He runs fingers against his curls, admiring Demo for a moment.

“Can’t forget about that brain of yours. Don’t think anyone could make bombs like you, love.” With the fight settled, and no injuries to report, the couples go their separate ways. Hopefully, this will be last time the men nearly brawl over who’s lover is superior, but it’s unlikely.

Aaaaand that’s a wrap! -H

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 requests #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 demoman #mediscout #quick fix #engiespy #practical espionage #demosniper #swordvan

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blushinggray · 1 year

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change of plans: part 3

i have finally decided to give this no longer little drabble series a working title, but it is still the same fuckboi!sero saga i've been playing around with

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 3/? (part 1 | part 2)

You will do anything to get him off your mind at this point... But all he does is settle right in.

cw // slightly nsfw, university!au (no quirks), sexual content, drug use (weed), slow burn

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"Go on, baby. You can touch it."

His hand drags down the length of your arm to guide your hand down the stiff shape between his legs while you lay together. You want to take a look so badly but he has your eyes locked onto his face, smiling yet demure.

Though you can't see it for yourself, you just know that if you don't get it inside you within the next minute, your life is surely going to end in some way. That's how badly you need it — him — inside you.

"Sero... please." you beg in the quietest voice, knowing that he's only going to make you say it again.

He shushes you and keeps moving your hand to work him up, making him stiffer still, and bigger. It's so hot and heavy in your hand, you can already imagine it settling so snug and tight against you once it's in. So you try to speed things up by draping a leg over his hips, hoping to guide him in now.

"Mm... Want it that bad, don't cha?" He halts your hips with a hand on your stomach, "What's the rush, baby?"

"Please..." you can only beg. "Please, please fuck me already."

"I could never do such a thing." He smirks as his hand drags down your cheek before he holds your chin in his fingertips, "You only deserve the best, beautiful. So just take a seat here, where you'll be comfortable."

Without any effort, he lifts you to sit up on his lap in a straddle, and you can't get him inserted in fast enough. His head digs back into the pillow as he moans from suddenly be swallowed all at once. But when he looks up again, his eyes have changed.

They're dark with intention.

"Alright. We'll do things your way then, princess." He holds your hips in a deadly strong grip that makes your spine tingle in excitement, "But don't say I didn't warn you."

You only have a moment to take in the glint in his eyes before he's lifting and dropping you onto his hips without any more concern for your comfort. It's like you're just a rag doll for him to shake and pleasure himself without any expended effort. The way he handles your body is just unrestrained and effortlessly rough.

Oh, it's heavenly. It's raw, it's dirty, it's exactly what you wanted from him.

You beg him to not stop; to keep using you, talking to you like a precious gem but treating you like a toy. You beg him until your voice runs hoarse. You beg him until—

Until you wake up gasping in your own bed, alone and damp with sweat, in complete darkness save for the streetlights coming through the window.

"Oh my god... fuck." You croak out as you bring your hands up to cover your face, which is also warm and wet from sweat.

Not again. Not fucking again.

This is so frustrating. It's already been two weeks since you accidentally made out with Sero and then had a strangely pleasant lunch with him that same weekend. You haven't seen or heard from him since, but he still appears in your brain to seduce you or fuck you stupid without prompt, leaving you wet panties and sometimes even damp sheets to wake up to.

Actually, it's more than frustrating, it's embarrassing. Pathetically, unnecessarily embarrassing. The worst part is that the orgasms you have after you wake up and get yourself off to get rid of the edge are some of the best you've had in a while.

You don't understand how your brain or your body is still so stuck on this guy without even having interacted with him in weeks. It's ridiculous. It's probably because he's remained a hot topic among your friends after you told them about what happened at the party. And they've taken it upon themselves to gather up and report every single piece of gossip about Sero Fuckboy Hanta to you that they can find. And it really doesn't help that some of them have hooked up with or know people who have hooked up with him in the past too...

So even though you personally know nothing about his sexual patterns or preferences or... measurements, the topic still somehow follows you around the entire time. Which somehow must have been enough to plant the seeds in your subconscious to root and infect the rest of your brain.

You really want nothing more than to be free of all the speculating thoughts or filtered and embellished rumors, so you try to escape it for a day when you show up to chill at Jirou's place, to hang out with the few people you know who probably won't talk about Sero's bedroom escapades.

She invited a few girls over to smoke and listen to her huge collection of vinyls, which is something she does every so often. You've only been there once before when Hagakure dragged you along, but Jirou was accommodating and said you were welcome to join again anytime. So this will hopefully be the perfect opportunity to smoke your thoughts away.

It's a pretty good time, as it usually is with Ashido and Hagakure around. There are a few other girls you've been acquainted with before as well. Uraraka and Toga, who you've seen and met at a few parties, usually together since they're dating but occasionally switching between their (very different) friend groups. And Yaoyorozu, who's dating Jirou and doesn't actually smoke, but attends these things anyway to hang out with her girlfriend and their friends.

Hagakure and Uraraka had chosen the first record, which was an old pop album that was very fitting of their bubbly and fun-loving personalities. Those two and Ashido were definitely more of the giggly and talkative types when they got high or drunk. You suppose you could join in with all their singing and dancing, but you're not actually too familiar with this album outside of the old hit title track, so you couldn't share their excitement.

But by the time the record finishes, Jirou is rolling up another blunt and tells you guys to pick the next one. You browse the shelves with Yaoyorozu for a bit, wondering why you're suddenly so anxious about sharing your music taste and deciding the mood for the next hour. (It's probably the weed, but you're not thinking that at the moment.)

While you're browsing, there's suddenly a knock and a bright voice at the door. One that you recognize but can't exactly put your finger on at the moment.

Though you get your answer when Jirou opens the door with a casual, "Kaminari?"

"Yo!" The familiar voice greets.

"Yo." Another familiar voice greets....

"And Sero." Jirou confirms your fears, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Crashing the party since you didn't bother to invite us!" Kaminari complains in a clearly playful way, "But don't worry, we come bearing food."

Jirou hums and there's the sound of plastic bags being handed off, "I'll allow it."

"Woo! Then let's get litty!" Kaminari cheers as his voice comes closer and he and Sero greet everyone, including you.

You half expect him to come beelining towards you, but mercifully, he only gives you a friendly hello and smile before he addresses Jirou, “Well, Kaminari’s here to crash the party. I actually have a reason to be here. I finally finished editing all your pics.”

“Oh! Thanks.” Jirou exclaims before running off to apparently grab her laptop.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Sero twisting something around in his hand. A flash drive?

Before you can speculate, he catches your gaze and gives you a wink, which immediately makes splutter internally. However, your body is functioning slower than normal with the weed in your system, so at least the surprise doesn’t show.

Okay, act natural. Natural. This is just like any other friendly kickback you’ve been to. Sometimes extra people drop by, it’s totally normal. Even if you happened to have a few wet dreams about those extra people who drop in. Normal. Totally.

You're about to return to your task of choosing the next round of music, but it seems like Yaoyorozu has already found something to her taste. "Do you know this artist?" she asks you as she holds up the record cover.

"Yes I do, actually!" You say, "I don't know every song, but I quite like this album."

The artist travels between genres, but usually settles within the general space of pop, dance, and ballad. You usually enjoy their music no matter what mood you're in, so maybe everyone else will like it too?

After you and Yaoyorozu get it spinning, she carefully places the needle on the record and soft, light, and resonant music starts to fill the room again. Listening from a quality record player does kind of enhance the experience, especially when you're a little out of body.

Kaminari gratefully takes the first hit of the new blunt before passing it over. You're about to return to your seat on the end cushion of the sofa, only to find it's been taken by Sero, who’s sitting beside Jirou so they can hunch over her laptop together. He takes notice before you can turn around to search for another spot though, asking, "Oh, this your seat?"

"I can find another one." You shrug. It's not a big deal. He needs to talk to Jirou about whatever-it-was anyway.

"There's space on my lap if you want." He offers with his usual grin, patting his thigh. There are a few snickers and groans from the others at his shameless flirting.

"I'm good. I'll be fine right here." You say, settling onto the firm arm of the sofa beside him instead. It's pretty flat and the sofa is propped against the wall anyway, so you can just scoot back to lean against it.

While you thought you were safe from the lap-sitting, you didn't take into account that you're still right beside Sero, because the next thing he does is raise and rest his arm on your thighs.

"Hm." He hums as he takes the rotating blunt from Jirou, "I'm good with this, too." He agrees innocently, leaning some of his weight into you as he inhales deep. And when he finally breathes out the smoke, his hand playfully squeezes at the sides of your shin, bringing your attention to just how big his hands really are... You feel like they could swallow you whole if he put them on you.

Jirou brings Sero’s attention back to the screen, where she’s pulled up the photos that were saved in the flash drive Sero had at first. “Wow, these look pretty good, Sero.” Jirou praises.

“Don’t they?” Sero agrees, smiling proudly as he takes another deep drag and turning in your direction to blow the smoke out over your lap. You roll your eyes when he smiles lazily at you, offering you the blunt.

You take it quickly, hoping to fog up any more thoughts you might have about his hands. Or his arms. Or how he's starting to cuddle into your lap when he leans his head onto his arm that's already on your thighs. As you’re taking your own puff though, they start talking about the photos again beside you, and you can’t help your own curiosity so you peek over too.

Yaoyorozu and Jirou and looking and pointing at the laptop at photos of… them. They’re not the typical ‘pose in front of scenery’ type photos you take on a day out either. They're close up portraits and actually pretty professional looking setups. The photo quality is insanely good, so these surely must have been taken with a professional camera.

“I think I like this one the most.” Yaoyorozu says, clicking on a photo where it’s a close up of her and Jirou, pressed close together and wrapped up in a red cape or mantle or some sort. Yaoyorozu is the one wearing it, but she and Jirou both hold it up to keep themselves close and covered. Like they’re protecting one another even as they take on the world. That’s the feeling you get from Jirou’s whimsical expression towards the camera and Yaoyorozu’s rather tender gaze at her girlfriend.

“I really like this one, too.” Jirou agrees, sharing a quick kiss with her girlfriend. “You look like you’re so in love with me.”

“Uhm! Well, that’s— Is that so wrong?” Yaoyorozu squeaks, getting pink in the cheeks.

Jirou chuckles and puts an arm around her, “Not at all. Quite the opposite, I’d say.”

Moving your eyes away from the increasingly affectionate moment happening between those two, you try to take a closer look at the photo on the laptop screen, “That does look pretty impressive. What are these for?”

“They’re just for fun. Sero asked us to model for him, actually.” Jirou answers. “He’s pretty good at taking photos.”

“You’re kidding.” You say, turning to look at Sero, who’s giving you a smile that feels both proud and modest at the same time. Does that mean that he’s actually into photography or that he’s just another one of those people who buys an expensive camera to play with and look cool? You’ve come across your fair share of those.

“He’s put together lots of photo collections before.” Yaoyorozu mentions with a smile, “If I’m not wrong, I believe you do both actual photo shoots and more candid street photography. Is that right, Sero?”

“Yeah, I guess. It’s not like I spend too much time thinking about it.” Sero shrugs, removing himself from your lap to lean against the back of the sofa and stretch his arms behind his head.

“Yeah right, dude!” Kaminari cackles from the floor, where he’s leaned against the front of the couch that Ashido occupies. She’s already messing around with Kaminari’s hair with a bunch of clips. “You spend like an hour getting your whole ass photo shoots ready before you’re even ready to take an actual picture. Like you gotta have the set, the lighting, the wardrobe, the wind effects, the whole shebang.”

“Shut up, dude.” Sero laughs back, “When it’s art, it’s art! But sometimes, you just need good subject and you’re set.”

You try to pretend that Sero is not looking at you as he says that last part, hiding your expression in another long drag before finally passing it over. The same way you pretend that your curiosity is not raging over learning something new about Sero as a person. That there actually is more to him than the smooth-talking playboy that you’ve been seeing.

On top of his easily attractive face and personality — and unfairly persuasive mouth — he knows the best food spots, is friendly with pretty much everyone, likes photography, apparently puts work into his art projects, and from what you’ve seen today, makes his friends look incredible. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s someone that’s worth getting to know better.

As the blunt burns down to the filter after passing through countless fingers, the group gradually gets loopier and chattier. Some are calmer while others are more giggly, but there isn’t a dull moment in the room. Food, jokes, gossip, philosophy, and pure silliness pass through the air like they travel through the smoke itself, and everyone gets a taste of everyone else’s thoughts. Even you, who had been feeling a small wave of anxiety at first, feel much more comfortable as you settle into this friendly, fun atmosphere filled with nice music.

And you’re clearly not the only one, as a certain person who’s been leaning slightly against you starts to slouch more and more comfortably until he’s practically half laying on you. Sero’s entire arm rests along the length of your legs as his back presses into the side of your thigh, while he uses your lower stomach as a headrest of sorts.

You’re pretty faded at this point, so it only occurs to you that you’re letting Sero press himself against you a little too long after the fact.

"Hey, move..." You say when you eventually realize, arching your back to subtly nudge his head away, “How long have you been here anyway?”

"But you're so soft." Sero says, gently squeezing your calf, which actually feels kind of good... "And comfy."

Are you really? That’s a compliment right? It sure feels like it by the way he starts absently massaging your calf with the hand that’s resting on you.

No. No. Stick to the plan! Move him!

Move him.

Move...

As you put your hand on his head to push him off yourself, you realize after a few futile pushes that his hair is really soft... And clean.

You don't know if you expected someone with such a greasy personality to have a greasy appearance to match, but his hair is really thick and easy to slip your fingers through. He must take care of it. It feels nice...

"Mmm..." He purrs against your lap, sending a ticklish vibration through your legs. "That feels nice." He echoes your own thoughts.

You scoff but you don't have the mind to pull your hands away. Mostly because every time you try to, Sero just snatches them back to get you to keep petting him like some house cat. While you could chalk it up to your hazy state of mind, you do think you would still genuinely laugh at that even if you were sober.

The vinyl that's playing is nearing the end of its track list, and you can tell because the singer starts crooning out in soft French, a totally different language from the rest of the album despite having a similar musical vibe. Some of the others comment on it, saying that they didn't know that the artist could speak French.

"It's actually a cover of a French song that's already quite famous," Yaoyorozu explains, "I'm quite fond of this album because of this song."

Jirou picks up the booklet that came with the record and opens it up to read some of the song lyrics printed inside with Yaoyorozu. "Oh wow, it really is. Do you understand all this, Momo? Since you studied French before."

"Yes, I do. It's beautiful." She smiles as she points along to what must be the verse that the record has reached and starts singing softly in French along with the artist's voice.

It could also be the weed enhancing your listening experience, but Yaoyorozu's voice is very nice. A naturally sweet, higher pitch than the singer's, even in the same key, but it sounds good. This is one of your favorites off the album, too.

Before you realize it, you're singing right along to the words with Yaoyorozu. In a different key to harmonize differently with her, but they come pretty naturally to you since you've listened to this song many times in the past.

It only occurs to you that the others are paying attention to you and your little spontaneous duet with Yaoyorozu when Sero shifts his head to look up at you, making it harder to keep stroking his hair. But it kind of helped your rhythm, so slide your hand down a bit to gently stroke at the shape of his collarbone instead, still singing with Yaoyorozu even as you make vague eye contact with Sero.

It isn't until the song is over that everyone starts bombarding you with questions.

"You know French too, [Name]??"

"And you can sing? What the heck was with that perfect harmonization?!"

"Yo, I am high as fuck right now, but that sounded so fucking good. Like no joke, it was like angels or something in the room."

You laugh at their dramatic compliments, thanking them before saying, "Yeah, I studied a little bit of French before. Plus, I'm friends with this international student who likes to help me practice. Do you guys know him? Aoyama, from the theatre department."

"Oh my god, you know Aoyama too?" Hagakure gushes, "He is such a diva, but I kinda like him. He's super funny!"

"Isn't he?" You giggle as you think about how unserious your friend is. "You know we went to an amusement park together once and he stayed in the hall of mirrors for like, thirty minutes. On purpose."

"Sounds like Aoyama, all right." Ashido agrees as Hagakure laughs.

As the topic of Aoyama and his hilarious antics goes back and forth for a bit, you feel your hand being repositioned again. You had been resting it on Sero's collarbone and shoulder, but man himself brings it down to hold to his chest, essentially making you hug him with your arm since he's already partially laying on you.

He isn't making you pat him or stroke his hair like earlier, but he's kind of just holding you there. To keep you close? What's up with that?

You get the casual touching and leaning against you, since it's not unheard of to get touchy feely when smoking with your friends, but now he's just straight up making you cuddle him in public. Isn't this a little too much?

"Hey," he brings your attention back down to him, where you see he's got the new blunt that you saw Kaminari pack and roll at first. He tucks the filter between his lips before gesturing for you to come towards him, "C'mere."

Your immediate reaction is to refuse, but the way his eyes hold yours leave you privy to his demands. You don't know why, but even when he's upside down, something magnetizes you to his face, his lazy expression, his slightly hooded eyes.

Slowly, you lean forward until your face hovers somewhere above his, where your eyes level with his but in opposite positions. And he maintains eye contact with you — the same way he did that fateful night he spit booze into your mouth — before he removes the blunt from his lips and reaches up.

You realize that you probably should have seen this coming when you feel his hand behind your head pulling you down to meet his lips as he breaths all of the smoke he just inhaled into your mouth. You gasp in pure surprise, sending all the smokey vapor into your own lungs a little too fast.

Pulling up from Sero's hold to let out a surprisingly shallow cough, you're met with a grin that makes him look way too satisfied with himself. Which compels you to snatch the blunt from him to take a drag for yourself. And, in a bold move, you lean down to press your lips into his once more, prying them open to return the favor.

Sero, though, with apparent lungs of steels, doesn't seem too effected by the counterattack. He takes it in stride and even keeps you down with his hand on the back of your head again to kiss you for a little longer.

And you're impressed that he can take what he dishes out. And pleasantly surprised that his kiss still feels just as good even when high and upside down.

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Did I miss something?" Ashido's voice breaks you out of the moment and back into reality, prompting you to finally pull away from Sero's evil mouth. "Did you two hook up or finally get together or something?"

It's clear who the question is directed at. No one else is being suspiciously cuddly or even making out openly despite there being actual couples in the room. Which makes you kind of embarrassed to admit, "No. Nothing of the sort."

"So... this is just a thing you guys are gonna do now?" Ashido raises a brow at you, "Act all cuddly and Spider-Man kiss each other out of nowhere?"

"I dunno." Sero's still got his smug grin on as he tilts his head to look up at you, "Is it?"

"He started it." You defend, as if it's valid excuse, as you take one last proper drag for yourself before passing it on, "I have no plans to be some Mary-Jane."

"Plans change sometimes." Sero reminds you. It's the same thing he said to you last time at that Thai restaurant... And you can't even refute him because he's right.

You came here today to smoke your thoughts of him out of your brain, yet here he is, taking up every cell that remains after the pot has settled in. The last thing that you needed after having embarrassingly wet dreams about this guy was to have him lay up on you like a pillow and provoke you into a shotgun kiss.

So trying to remain true to your plans not to get involved with Sero while still enjoying the rest of your high, you force him off of you with the excuse that you want to eat. The food is delicious, and not just because you're high. It somehow does not surprise you to hear that Sero was also the one who chose the restaurant to pick up the food from.

But to keep your mind occupied, you move about the room, talking to different people, looking at Jirou's other records, trying to get an impromptu guitar lesson even though you can barely remember how to put your fingers on the strings, and at some point singing in the group circle when a song that everyone knows and loves comes on.

When evening comes, you decide to head home first. You actually live pretty close to here, about three stops away on the bus. After taking care of everything and thanking Jirou and the others for inviting you, you take your leave. But you're not even two steps down the hallway when Sero comes out after you.

"Hey, wait up!"

You roll your eyes, but there's a small smile pulling at your cheeks as you slowly turn to him, "What?"

He stops in front of you, simply looking at you without saying anything for a few moments. You don't know what that look on his face means, but the slight hesitation and indecision feels kind of foreign on his usually confident and smug face.

But in the end, he doesn't choose any words, instead just grabbing hold of your arms to lean in and kiss you. You gasp a little but your eyes are already closed, and it's only a swift second later that Sero pushes you gently to lean your back against the wall.

Damn it, you keep forgetting how good he is at this. How easily you get wrapped up in his soft lips, big hands, lean body, nice cologne... It's a touch woodsy, but a little fruity, and infused with the smoke from the pot. And it pairs so well with way he just overwhelms you in size and hidden strength as he squeezes his way up your arms to your shoulders, and eventually to cup your face.

As striking and romantic and cute as that kiss on the couch was, you have to say you prefer being able to kiss him like this. On equal standing to exchange touch, and to see how adorably kissed up he looks in those short seconds where you pull away to look at each other before diving right back in.

It doesn't even occur to you that this is exactly what you didn't want happening until he pulls away to kiss at your jaw, "Can I walk you home?"

Your body teeters between yes and no because yes, you do want to keep doing this in the privacy of your own room, but no because you don't want this to stop for even a second.

But somehow, your senses take the reins on your mouth as you chuckle out, "I don't think that's a good idea. Then you'll know where I live." You bring your hand up to push him away from your neck that he's kissing to look at you instead, stroking his cheek with your palm, "And surely nothing good can come out of that."

Sero's eyes don't have that usual humor lighting them up, but he remains flirty nonetheless as he moves his hands down to wrap around your waist, "Am I not gonna find out eventually? 'Cause this whole 'getting to know you without making out' thing isn't working out like I thought."

“And whose fault is that?”

“I admit, I started it. But you’ve been kissing me right back.” He points out.

You can’t even say anything to defend yourself because it would just be a straight up lie. You did kiss him back. You were just kissing him back and coming back for more just a minute ago. While you could chalk it up to being under the influence again, you wonder if you’ll be able to use that excuse the next time you get caught up with him like this. Because you have a feeling that this is going to happen again, whether or not you see it coming. Something about that excites you, as much as you know you should heed caution.

The longer you two stare at each other with your sticky eyes, and his thumbs keep caressing at your hips, the more tension builds and builds until it probably starts to saturate the entire hallway. But eventually, after some reflection, you come to a decision.

“I’m gonna head home.” You say, removing his hands from your waist, “Alone.”

After all, you're still coming down from a high. You probably shouldn't be making decisions like this while your head isn't on straight.

Sero takes a step back with a subtly disappointed, but understanding look on his face. “Alright. Get home safe.”

You’re about three steps away when you pause with a sigh, then turn right back around to hold your hand out for Sero’s phone. After you finish putting your number into his contacts, you hand it back to him, "Call me tomorrow and we'll see if I've changed my mind."

"And if you haven't?" He raises his brows.

"Then I'll treat you to lunch this time." You say with a last caress to his cheek before making your way down the hall again, "See ya, Sero."

"Alright." He chuckles with a slight snort, "See ya."

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tbc

a/n: you might have already guessed, but i was describing this illustration from the DRAWING SMASH exhibition

also, if you don't have your own lil french song to insert into that one scene, you can always use this one

part 4

#sero hanta x reader #sero hanta #bnha x reader #drabble #even tho it’s definitely not a drabble anymore lmfao #this entire part was loosely inspired by indila’s ‘love story’ and t swift’s ‘maroon’#although ‘question…?’ off the midnights album works p well with it this series as a whole i think #mine

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Guest of Honor - Comic Script

A Realm Reborn - lvl 14

Wolfram is invited to a banquet and is treated to an Echo vision he actually enjoys!

Wolfram Saga Comics

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number.

Shot of Admiral’s party. (From cutscene.) Narrator “After Wolfram uncovered the Sea Reaver’s plot and saved Swiftperch, Admiral Bloefhiswin invited him to a banquet as her honored guest.”

Wolfram talking to Merlwyb. Merlwyb smiling “I'm pleased to see you were the adventurer who saved the day! I suppose I should have known, as the reported state of our enemy's corpses matched those you'd dispatched for me before.”

A) Wolf winks “Oh, don't flatter me so. I simply know my way around a fireball.” B) Merlwyb laughs “And a rapier. Twas good luck, given the foe.”

A) Merlwyb nods “Limsa Lominsa is lucky to have you. And you have my thanks.” B) Wolf smirks “This banquet is a pleasant change from the usual pocket of gil delivered by your henchmen.”

Zoomed out, Merlwyb objecting “Oh shush! The thalassocracy thanks you for *all* your service, but this was far more serious than the odd job I throw yer way.” Wolf “How so?”

A) Merlwyb explains “The pirates you killed - they worshipped the primal Leviathan. They sought to kidnap others to forcefully serve the Sahagain’s god.” B) Wolf frowns “That's awful! Bad enough so many Sahagain are enthralled but to actively kidnap Lominsan citizens is a worrying development.

A) Wolf hopeful “Is there no way to save them? The enthralled Sahagain? That would ensure the safety of your citizens as well. Other than the land disputes, which could be negotiated.” B) Y’Shtola glancing over, curious. >ear twitch< Thought ‘Did he just express pity towards *beastmen*? Fascinating.’

Zoomed out, Y’Shtola walking over. Merlwyb - “Save? I need not tell you the depth of the animosity between us and the Sahagin. How any seaman worth his salt could devote himself to the fishbacks’ god is a question for a more temperate mind than mine.”

Y’Shtola standing with them. Wolfram frowns - “Let us not devolve into that sort of language Merlwyb, please. I know you have your reasons to hate them, but I’ve met enough Sahagin to know they aren’t all monsters. Regardless, what those enthralled were doing needed to be stopped.”

Merlwyb smirks “I suppose I cannot fault that bleeding ‘eart of yours. It saved many this day. As for now - thanks to you, our citizens may once more go about their daily lives, safe in the knowledge that they will not be dragged into the darkness by those execrable curs.”

A) Wolf chuckles, “Anytime, your Admiralship.” a glow comes from his pocket. B) Wolf takes a crystal out of his pocket, confused.

A) Merlwyb surprised “By the Navigator!” B) Y’shtola excited “This…is one of the Crystals of Light!”

A) Wolf chuckles “Aptly named. I’m not sure why I’ve been carrying it around… You know what the blasted thing is?” B) YShtola pondering “After our encounter with the goobbue, you had a vision, did you not? Of a towering crystal?”

Wolf, putting the crystal back in his pocket “Aye, that I did.” Thought ‘Blessedly different than the ones the damned voidsent shows me.’

A) Y’Shtola smiles “You batherd in Her Light…” Wolf, off frame “Light?” B) Merlwyb smiles “Y’shtola’s conclusion is clear, and I see no reason to doubt it. You are the vessel of a higher power.”

Wolf frowns, defensive “H-how did you know? What does that have to do with the crystal?” Thought ‘A hellhound has no use for it…’

A) Merlwyb explains “This… being from your vision was the Mothercrystal. Your description matches what little we know of Her.” B) She smiles “And if She has chosen you, then your deeds may yet shape the fate of nations.”

Wolf forces a smile “Ah. How wonderful.” Panicked thought ‘THE FUCK?! I now have two entities inside of me?! That can't be possible - surely such light would destroy a voidsent. And I still feel the bastard, even through the ale.’

Merylwyb smiles “Aye, As once did the deed of the Warriors of Light. Know you the tale? Like you, they were not of these lands, yet they fought to protect us all ‘gainst the corruption of the primals.” Wolf comedicly trying to cover up “Ah, so they were also Gridanian?”

A) Merlwyb smirks “Gridanian?! Is *that* what you tell people? You know, I happen to be good friends with one of your countrymen.” B/C) Yshtola frowns, pondering. Looks from one to the other.

A) Wolf awkward smile “Ah. A friend?” Thought ‘Why had I not put that together… she knows Rau. Of course, they’d be friends!’ B) Merlwyb annoyed “Indeed. Simply friends! Those rumors were utter hogwash started by one of his political rivals. The man is an eternal bachelor and he doesn't even -”

A) She smiles awkwardly. Thought ‘Oh gods stop rambling about the ‘ol Bull.’ B) Wolf beams “He is?! I thought by now he would have found some-”

Merlwyb and Y’Shtola confused. Merlwyb thought 'Does this adventurer know General Aldynn?'

A) Wolf, awkward, hand on his head, >sweatdrop< “Sorry, I meant” *cough* “-please, continue your tale of the Warriors of Light.”

Merlwyb amused “Well… when the Garlean Empire began its conquest of the realm, these heroes joined the Grand Companies, and helped reforge the Eorzean Alliance.”

Zoomed out. She continues explaining “And at the Battle of Carteneau, they took the field beneath our banners, to fight for everything we hold dear. It was on that day, in the midst of that hell… that we lost them.”

A) (small frame) Wolf concerned. B) (large frame) Personal flashback to Wolfram outside Mor Dhona as he watches the moon crack open.

Merlwyb somber “Every soul who survived that battle will never forget how it was to fight beside them. We are proud to call them our comrades. Yet, whenever we try to shout their names, the sound dies in our throats. And whenever we strain to see their faces with our mind’s eye, naught but their shadows appear to us, set against a blinding light. Ask any true Eorzean who knew them, and the story will be the same. It is for this reason that we call them ‘the Warriors of Light.”

A) Wolf frowns. Thought ‘I must have arrived too late to see them. Or been too busy to notice.’ B) Flashback Wolf healing an injured soldier.

A) Merlwyb smiles “When I look upon you, I cannot help but be reminded of them.” B) Wolf shocked.

A) Wolf bursts out laughing “Me?! Like a Warrior of Light?!” B) Laughing, covering his mouth as tears run down his cheeks.

Merlwyb eyebrow raise “Take my words to heart or not - but keep that crystal safe. In time, I believe the Mothercrystal will make clear Her reasons for bestowing it upon you. Heed well Her words, Wolfram. For it is Hydaelyn Herself who speaks.”

A) Wolf smirks, wiping his eye “Well this party certainly has taken a mystical turn. I didn’t know you lot were so -” B) He grabs his head, pained expression, echo vision effect.

Screenies from the echo vision at Carteneau. Zoom out of the state leaders.

A) Close-ups of Raubahn yelling on linkpearl B) Rau not wanting to withdraw.

Wolf wakes up in his apartment on the couch, lying on his side.

A) Doky smile, blushing red. “So commanding…” B) Wolf smirks, flushed. Thought ‘I’m beginning to think you aren’t behind these visions after all. Why would you show me Cartenau focused on Rau when he’s so…’

Wolf sitting up. Dark thought “So stressed? Being an arsehole to his subordinates? Stubbornly hesitant to withdraw while his men die?” Wolf blushes and smiles dreamily. “So hot. So incredibly hot.”

Wolf stands, smiles sadly, resting his hand over where his tattoo is and looking out the window. “Gods... how I miss that man.”

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