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sturnmaee · 4 months

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Below the Table.

requested: yes!!

summary: y/n has to find a fake boyfriend who will convince her family during their fancy dinner, little do they know what’s going on below the table.

warnings: smut, fake dating trope, matt sturniolo x reader.

word count: 1,498!! (a little longer than usual)

“and you won’t believe what i said next!” i cried out to the triplets, they all stared at me while sitting on the edge of their lounge chairs.

“cmon, tell us already!” chris giggled

“you’re killing us!” nick added.

i finally calmed down my laughter and got the words out “i told them i had a boyfriend! so now i have to find one before tonight!” i cried, burring my face into my hands while still giggling.

i looked over to matt, his face an unusual shade of pink.

“you’re fuckin’ with us,” said nick while his jaw was still hanging past his knees, “you haven’t had one since freshman year!”

“i know! i know, i’m just so sick of them teasing me about it” i replied.

“well y/n, you just created yourself a shitty night!” giggled chris while getting up. i rolled my eyes teasingly, matt still sitting quietly in the corner.

“matt did you hear what y/n just said!” wheezed nick while punching his arm, bringing him back to life.

“oh, um yea” he said quietly, looking straight back down at his phone.

“oh my god. y/n, i’ve found your date for tonight.” nick said while holding matt’s shoulders and giving him a shake, “he’s perfect for you, look how cute he is!” he said while jokingly holding matt’s face.

"what, no way, i don't want to drag poor matt into my family drama" i said while staring at matt who now had an innocent smile on his face.

"i don't mind y/n, plus it will give me an excuse to get out of the house." he said eagerly while giving me a small smirk.

"are you sure matt, this means so much you don't understand!" i squealed while getting up to join him and nick. "but no funny business," i said firmly, "this is just to help me convince my family i'm not some loner."

"whatever you say princess." matt said in a joking tone, nick giggling next to him. i couldn't help but laugh with them. "i'll see you at seven."

i finally made it back to my apartment to get ready for dinner. i stood in front of my mirror in my favourite tight black dress, admiring my curves while clipping on my earrings when suddenly the doorbell rang, matt. i rushed over to the door, my heels tapping along the floor. i opened the door for him while still trying to fix my earrings.

“hey i’ll be out in a sec.” i said while focusing on grabbing my handbag and phone.

“holy shit,” matt whispered, taking in my body with his eyes, “why have i never seen you dressed like this before.” he added.

“ew matt, don’t be weird. remember this is just for tonight buddy.” i said bluntly while stepping out the door, locking it behind me. we made our way to the elevator, matt leading me by resting his hand just above my ass.

“matt get your hand off me.” i said in a jokey tone.

“hey don’t get mad at me im just trying to get into the role.” he replied while the elevator door shut behind us. i couldn’t help but laugh as his lips curled into his perfect smile.

the entrance of the restaurant was crowded with people, i could feel my nerves bubbling in my stomach. we made our way over to the large table, my family shining radiant smiles in our direction.

“oh honey!” my mother said happily while pulling me into a hug “why have you been hiding this handsome man from us?” she questioned while waving a hand at matt, his smile bigger than ever.

“it’s so nice to meet you mrs y/l/n.” matt said, his voice clear and sweet.

we made our way around the table, greeting all my family members who were more than excited to finally meet my ‘boyfriend’. matt pulled my chair out, waiting for me to sit before he did.

“such a gentleman.” i teased, his ocean eyes beaming while being hidden by his dark hair.

about an hour had passed and we all had finished our meals, the rest of my family chatting now.

the restaurant was packed tonight, chatter filling the atmosphere, i could feel my clammy palms lay in my lap while my leg bounced trying to distract myself. matt gave me a worried look before placing his rough hand onto my thigh, giving me a reassuring rub with his thumb.

“it’s okay, don’t stress.” he mouthed. i gave him a warm smile before placing my hand on top of his.

i felt his hand sneaking further up my dress, my face burning up as he brushed my now throbbing clit through my laced panties. my legs bucking below the table, a small smirk painting his face as he continued to tease me. i shot him a look before being interrupted by one of my family members.

“are we ready for the bill lovebirds?” my father said with a smile on his face, unaware of what was happening below the table.

“yes sir.” matt replied while still teasing me. i felt my breathing pick up, my core begging for release.

“alright then, it was lovely meeting you matthew, you two have an amazing night.” my parents said happily.

“are you serious matt?!” i said jokingly while watching him grip the steering wheel of the van.

“just part of my role princess.” he replied with a grin on his face.

his ring clad hands looking perfect as he pulled into the parking lot, the headlights beaming. “want me to walk you up?” he questioned. i nodded happily in response. i made my way over to the elevator, feeling his presence behind me as we got in.

“you look beautiful tonight y/n/n.” he said as the elevator dinged. a blush taking over my cheeks.

“we don’t have to pretend any more matt nobody’s around.” i joked in response while jamming the keys into my door, matt still behind me as i stepped inside.

his deep eyes meeting mine, as he unbuttoned his black tux. his hair sitting perfectly above his eyes as they take me in.

“i don’t want to pretend anymore y/n.” he said with a raspy voice making his way closer to me.

“what do you mean by that matty?” i said knowing full well what he meant, my core begging for him.

his body inches away from mine as he grabbed my hips, arching me into him, my breathing hitched at the sudden friction of his bulge pushing against me. “you know exactly what i mean, stop being such a tease.” he whispered into my ear before kissing my neck. a quiet moan slipping past my lips. before i could even respond he gripped me by my ass and carried me to my room. placing me gently on the bed not daring to break our kiss.

he pulled away roughly, “you’re sure you’re okay with this?” he asked while running a thumb over my bottom lip.

“more than okay.” i said while out of breath and trying to remove my dress.

he smiled while leaving a kiss down my neck, helping me take off my dress. my red bra and matching panties exposed. his eyes burned holes into my skin as be took me in. “god you’re gorgeous.” he said rushing to undo his belt, throwing it to the floor before removing every last bit of clothing.

his cock now in his hand, tip red and drooling with precum. his finger hooked around my soaked panties before pulling them to the side. his tip now teasing my swollen clit. before i could get a word out he had bottomed out inside me hitting places i’ve never felt before.

“oh god matt!” i whimpered while gripping the sheets for support.

my pleas only driving him more, his pace picking up as the most angelic moans left his mouth. his silky hair bouncing with every thrust.

the familiar knot was growing tighter in my core as i clawed into his back. “i’m so fucking close matt.” i managed to say in between moans of pleasure.

his thrusts growing sloppier as he gripped my breast, hard enough to bruise, pornographic moans spilling from my lips as a wave of pleasure took over my body.

my tight walls now clamping down onto his veined cock, his head flying back in pleasure. he gave three hard thrusts leaving me seeing stars before filling me with long, warm ropes of thick cum.

“o-oh god.” he whimpered while falling on top of me, his arms still flexing as he held most of his weight up.

my breathing was still heavy as he lied next to me on his side, his arm propping up his head while he traced circles with his finger tips over my smooth skin.

“what happened to no funny business?” he teased while giggling.

i jokingly pushed him away, but before i could give him a response, he moved his face closer to mine leaving a soft kiss on my lips before brushing the hairs out of my face.

this was so rushed i’m so sorry 😓

i also hate the ending, but i hope you all enjoy 😘😘

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #fanfic #smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader

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run-little-hero · 17 days

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Hey i have a good idea for a prompt: Supervillain captures hero and tortures them for months on end and suddenly gets bored of (torturing) them and decides to order villain to get rid of them. Villain isn't aware that it was hero he was told to kill until he entered the cell where hero was and right as he entered he immediately recognized hero who was filled with bruises,burns,wounds,cuts and dried up blood. Though villain for some reason couldn't force themselves to kill hero and just stands there for who knows how long contemplating on what he should do. Villain doesn't want to hurt hero and was about to try and help them until supervillain suddenly showed up. (Sorry if this is long hehe,im excited to see how you'll write it!)

TW // Abuse, blood, torture

“Just take care of it,” huffs Supervillain. “I don’t care how you do it, simply see to it that the issue is resolved.”

Villain shudders at the piercing apathy in their voice. Of course, he’s been in his position for years now. He doesn’t need to imagine the weight of a knife in his hand, or the sound of it slicing into flesh, martyring some sad sap of a hero. These instances, though few and far between, present Villain with an internal moral debate—a fleeting sense of pity over a guilt-ridden conscious. He grieves his fallen enemies, his almost-acquaintances, the way one might mourn the passing of a friend’s distant relative. Or a childhood classmate in a handful of nearly-forgotten memories.

This is not to say Villain considers himself a bad person. Certainly not compared to the likes of Supervillain, who fleets between candidates for torture like a child choosing their favorite toy for the day. But he’ll carry out the deed regardless, because like the hero tied up in one of Supervillain’s private cells, he’s been dealt his lot. And the only thing he can do is live with it.

“Of course,” he replies. “But are you sure you want to go through with it now? They might have more information than they’re letting-“

“They don’t,” Supervillain cuts in. “And if they do, I’m fed up with trying to figure it out. We’ll catch another one, one that’s easier to break. Now please, carry out my order and break their neck.” They smile, and Villain hears the phantom sound of bones snapping. “I need your cooperation with this, Villain. You’re the only one I trust to be discreet.”

Villain nods. “I understand. I’ll go right now.”

The abandoned cellblock currently functioning as Supervillain’s private prison is in disrepair, to say the least. Peeling paint, rusty bars, and dirt covered floors make it seem more suited to be a haunted attraction. Considering Supervillain’s anal personality, Villain is surprised his boss can stand to frequent the place so often.

An associate at the door leads Villain to a wing marked ‘Solitary.’ “The one you want’s in cell number eight,” Villain recounts the words as his eyes flit between doors. And nearing the end of the hall, he spies his target. He rolls up his sleeves, unlocks the door, and enters.

The first thing Villain can comprehend is the retched smell. It stings his eyes, and the thought pops into his head that he might not need to execute this hero after all—simply dispose of the body. But the second thing he can make out is a shivering figure curled up in a corner of the cell, and when he flips on the lights he sees that the hero is indeed, alive and conscious.

The third thing Villain comprehends is the singular thought that slaying this hero would be mercy. They are malnourished, battered, and bruised in so many places that Villain can hardly tell who they are, if he ever knew them at all. Swollen features distort their face. Dry blood and grime cover every inch of their clothes and skin. They wheeze in pain with each breath. But they have undoubtedly survived the torture. They’ve bested Supervillain—they’ve refused to give in. And to Villain, that is a victory for this poor hero.

He walks closer, kneels down in front of this victim. Slowly, their face rises to meet Villain’s gaze, and in an instant his world is flipped on its axis. There’s recognition, beneath the wounded flesh and bone, Villain knows this hero’s soul. And suddenly, he feels every bruise, burn, gash, and cut that covers Hero’s skin as if they were his own. That minute sense of pity has amplified into a mountainous weight of guilt. He can’t breathe, seeing that Hero can. How could they be here? The one hero he’s fought so many times, who he thought was dead after months of lost contact? The one person Villain ever dared to rely on?

A tear runs down Hero’s cheek. “Villain…” They croak.

He can’t do it. He stands, turns, stops. He has to think. If he carries out the order, how could he assuage the guilt? How could he live with this? He can’t fathom a world. It was difficult enough to come to terms with Hero’s disappearance. After years of a life in the shadows, without so much as a friend to lean on, Villain can’t let Hero slip away. Not again.

He’ll be on the run. There’s no beating Supervillain, he knows that. He turns and looks down into Hero’s glossy eyes. They’re staring up at Villain, waiting for him to say something. And Villain, standing in the center of the filthy, oppressive prison cell, is overcome with the strangest sensation of hope. If Hero has lasted this long, perhaps there is a way to escape. Maybe luck will be on their side, just as it’s led them back to each other in this moment. Was it such a difficult notion to entertain?

Villain kneels beside Hero, taking their hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“Villain.” Their tears continue to fall. “I missed you.”

Connected in so many ways, Villain responds with a sob of his own. “I’ll get you out of here. I promise.”

He embraces Hero in a second, preparing to whisk them away. But just as Villain feels a pair of fragile arms wrap around his neck, he sees Hero’s frightened gaze peering at something behind him.

A cold, creeping shiver runs up his spine. His heart stops when he hears, in a most unmistakable voice: “Now Villain, what was it I told you about cooperation?”

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dozing-marshmallow · 8 months

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OKAY OKAY, hello again!! loved the nibling reader you wrote and just had to write it again!!! (if you couldn't tell im a sucker for platonic family hcs <3)

this time, this request is quite angsty?? ig nibling!reader getting their feelings hurt (either by duncan, heather, or whoever you decide to choose!) you can decide if they either run to chris to cry to, or if they run away to a more.. deserted(??) area of the island. (bonus points if after reader feels better, leshawna comforts them <:]) thank yeww!!

HIYAAA!! Lovely seeing you again with another appreciated request, and to hear that you are happy with how I interpret a Chris nibling reader! It means a lot ! <3

As always, have an enjoyable reading experience! 😊

ANGSTY! CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS

Heather was on the chopping block.

She needed to do something urgently. The day wasn’t getting any earlier. Everyone was itching to cast her name out of the competition.

Immunity wasn’t in her favour this time.

She needs to find a reason asap to not be kicked out tonight. That there was actually someone around that was a much bigger threat to everyon-

...Everyone?

...

Jackpot.

“You know that...toy Chris’ nibling has? I need you to get it for me.” Heather beseeched bluntly to Lindsay, hours before the elimination ceremony, in the whistling privacy of the forest.

“Um, sure?” The blonde’s voice high pitched from stupidity agreed,“But why can’t you go ask yourself? (Y/N) doesn’t bite! Not people!”

“Because Lindsay...I...gotta make sure I’m presentable! My hands need to be in perfect condition.” It was a strange excuse, but Lindsay was narrow.

“Ohh, right! Gotcha.” If anything, she found relatability in such empty words.

Too easy,“When you get it, come straight back here. You can remember that, can’t you?”

“Ohh, totally! In geography, I-“

“Go get the teddy.” Heather interrupts dismissively.

“Okay...” she watches moody Lindsay’s height get smaller and smaller as she disappears more and more to carry out one last request.

You were sitting on the sand with your legs spread out when you saw the pretty blonde girl approach you,“Hi Lindsay!”

“Hii (Y/N)! Is that Mrs Maple?” She pointed at the stuffed bear, dressed in a shirt of the Canada flag.

You nod,“She’s having a suntan!”

“Oooo, she’s a lot like me! We both love being trendy!” Ask to get the teddy, ask to get the teddy,“Could I hold her? I...wanna see if we’re really on the same wavelength!” She zealously asks.

You hesitate. You never really let that happen.

You hold Mrs Maple by her underarms and stare far into her black eyes, before you nod and hand her over.

“Thanks! Aww... It’s such a cute bear!...Oh...wait...” She remembers her objection, and gawks back at you,“I think I hear her talking! She said she wants me to uh, get some syrup for her! Gotta go!”

Before you could protest, she races away.

That’s weird... Mrs Maple is shy when she meets new people...

Oh! It must be a coverup for a game of tag.

Thus, you got to your feet and ran the same way she did, following her footprints in the sand, smiling. Challenge accepted!

“Hey...! Heather!” She wheezes, holding the teddy to her,“I got it!”

“Good.” She hears a distant “Wait up!” which melts a glare on her face to Lindsay,“You let them follow you?”

“Ohh... I didn’t know they would. But they sound like they’re having fun!” Lindsay found much virtue in it.

“Yeah... A lot of fun.” The wicked glimmer of Heather’s smile shifts to the blades of a pair of scissors she sharpened out, offering them to Lindsay,“Cut the head off.”

...

Lindsay is mortified.

“Wh-What?!” She stutters, clearly having the full ugly picture confidential to her up until now,“I don’t understand, I-I thought you wanted it to see it!”

“Yeah, and to mutilate it.” She snaps the scissors together,“Take.”

“I can’t! I won’t!” She yelled, holding Mrs Maple to the other side,“This teddy is (Y/N)’s whole astronomy, and she didn’t do anything to deserve decapitation! Besides, I-I was the one that took it so, it’d make it look like it was my idea!”

“Right on.” Heather snarled, Lindsay’s out of nowhere refusal not being part of the plan- she could threaten her position in the alliance, but eh, not much of a point if... Oh well. She did do the difficult part so there was nothing hard about snatching the teddy right from Lindsay’s hands and rapidly tearing the head off faster than she could blink.

“Heather! What are you doing?!” She screeched.

The sick image of stuffed cotton overflowing from both ends of the teddy to the ground.

Mrs Maple’s head was now a teddy of its own.

“There.” She pushes the two pieces back into Lindsay’s shaking hands,“Now you can give this back. Or should I say, these.” A malicious smile raises on her pale lips.

“Oh my God... You’re gonna be in so much trouble!”

“No. You’re gonna be in so much trouble.” Heather reiterated victoriously,“Later!”

She sprints away.

“Hey! Come back, this is your doing!” official that Heather wasn’t going to come back, Lindsay bites down on her bottom lip as she desperately tried useless methods of fixing it such as seeing if the head could stay on the neck by itself or licking her finger to try stick the separated body parts together.

Nothing worked.

I...I didn’t know bears bleed white fluff!

“Lindsay...?”

The one voice she wished she didn’t hear then.

She swiftly hides her hands behind her back and faces the small child, whose shoes and hands were dirty from running and falling, twitching on a nervous smile,“(Y/N)! Y-You’re here! That’s so...great!”

“Could I have Mrs Maple back now please? Her social battery must be so dead by now...” you asked, coming towards her wobbly from running so much.

“Oh um, well, see uh...” her falling on her words didn’t help her case. Hey! She can’t do these things under pressure!

Your face drops,“You...lost her?”

“No! She’s...” she sighs, divulging her heavy hands,“Here. I-I can explain-!”

Immediately, your eyes stung deeper than a wasp’s.

She was showing you your worst nightmare.

Someone you trusted.

“What...?” It was rather unsightly. It... This couldn’t be happening...

“I promise I didn’t do it! It was Heather! It was Heather’s idea, I swear! I didn’t know she wanted to do that!” Lindsay broke down to plead her innocence, guilt stronger than her mascara.

Pulse bellowed in your ears,“Heather...did this?”

A sweet baby returning lifeless by the neglect of the babysitter. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,“I...It’s okay...It’s...okay.”

Proving wrong after five seconds of eerie silence, by the destructive wave of your cries. Before Lindsay could try consoling you (try being very needed), you ran away.

How could you do that? Trust Lindsay of all people? You’ve never had a greater ocean of self hatred flood your insides.

Oh man it did not feel nice.

Chris didn’t predict his nibling to run to him bawling, so he was very caught by surprise. It took him time to properly ask what was wrong given that he had to fully acknowledge that you were hurt, tremendously.

You’re so overwhelmed, you can barely speak. Your wails hold you by the throat and your face never more pinched. All Chris could do is hold you and wait for you to calm down enough to vocalise the root of your distress; whoever was responsible for that was done for.

You hiccuped,“M-My ted...ted... H-Hea...Heath...Heath...”

“Yeah, I can’t understand you,“ he nods at Chef to get a cup of water. Once obtained, he gently urged you to take your head off his body so you could drink it.

Already, your breathing was restoring back to normal and your mouth was empty.

“Better? Alright.” He pats a tissue to your face,“Tell Uncle Chris what’s gotten you all choked up.”

The evocation of it was enough to get you bawling again, and you felt that you had already burdened your uncle enough by disrupting his chat with Chef. So you decide to put the first line of context into words,“I gave Mrs Maple to Lindsay and...” then deciding to show him the pieces. He could figure it out, he’s smart.

“Oh sweet child.” he takes them in his hands, wrinkles forming under his dilated eyes in pure perturbation from what he was seeing. No wonder you were so devastated! He’ll admit, he kinda expected something like this, but not by the intention of other people,“Lindsay did this?”

“I... I don’t know...” your head is light,“She kept saying it’s Heather’s fault, but... I’m still upset I gave it to her in the first place...”

“We’ll check the camera footage, but either way, somebody isn’t going to go through just elimination tonight.” He’ll make sure of that. He takes his sight off you to place the parts of your beloved teddy down on the table, being very gravely mistaken for something else.

“Don’t throw her away!” You shriek, pulling onto his shirt of dark turquoise to prevent him from such,“Please, I’ve had her for a long time! Don’t make me get rid of her!”

He’s once again dismayed, but his tone grew resistance this time,“We won’t be doing that. It’s just the head that came off, soo we’ll sew it back on and maybe clean her. She’ll be as good as new.”

You wipe your nose,“Really?” Thank God.

He nods, stroking the top of your head,“I’ll have Chef work on it right away. As for me, I have other business to attend to. It’s all gonna be solved, I promise.”

Your tears were no more,“Thanks, Chris...” you’re serious. You don’t know what you would’ve done if he wasn’t there,“Do you think we could...play board games tonight?”

“Totally!” Best uncle ever,“We’ll do all your favourite games and we can stay up allll night. How’s that sound?”

See? Chris wasn’t exactly the best at people comforting, but when it came to the very few people he held dear, that’s when he’s serious.

Knowing how teenagers were, especially of Heather’s textbook, he couldn’t expect a lecture to turn her heart.

But he did enforce a warning to them that harassment was off limits on those who weren’t participating.

How?

You don’t want to know.

“Hey sweetie.” Leshawna came and sat next to you during your wait for your uncle to tell you he’s free to begin board game night,“How are ya? Feeling a little bit better?” By this time, Mrs Maple was one piece again.

You’re way too disturbed to treat her the slightest of play,“Yeah... I just... I never felt so sad in my life. I practically watched someone close to me die. When...I saw that...she was torn in two, so did my heart.”

“Aww.” she curves her hand around you and rests her head on yours,“Sorry you went through that, some people can be so miserable. You ain’t meant to be feeling all this sad, gloomy things we teens do. You just a kid!”

“I’m never giving Mrs Maple to anyone again.” Your decision thrived of bitterness.

“And that’s completely fine. She’s your toy, no one should force you to do anything you don’t wanna with her. It’s alright to be hurt, but you gotta make sure that the way you handle it is the best way to let you move on sooner.”

“Is...Is Heather going home tonight?” you needed to know. It may have been there, but you needed to hear it.

“Oh, totally. Girl dug her own grave and now, she may need to retake her passport photo.” Leshawna chuckles at the thought,“I mean, to go after a kid who did nothing and still be too much of a chicken to own up? Way out of line.”

“Will I always have to meet someone as nasty as her...?” Your puffy eyes set back to the newly placed stitches on Mrs Maple’s neck.

Leshawna sighs, rubbing your shoulder,“Unfortunately in this world we live in, there’s all kinds of sick freaks and Heather is just one of them. But you shouldn’t waste your life worryin’ about them, because there’s also really great people in your life that will always wanna look out for you, and it’s them you really wanna spend time on, ain’t it?”

“Like you?”

She smiled,“Come here, sugar.”

You felt safe enough to let Mrs Maple join in. Leshawna...she’s amazing. And would make a great big sister, if she wasn’t one already.❤️🩹

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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I just finished reading your fic "Cursed By Blue" (AND IM SO IN LOVE, fr marry me 💍) and i was hoping you could make a different version but with Ja and Prager?

I KNEW this was coming LMAO (let's go on a honeymoon) here you go <3

"Cursed By Blue" 2.0

f. Recom Y/N x Recom Prager x Recom Ja

(I can't find a gif of Ja) heartbreak hotel

"Cursed By Blue"1. Masterlist

Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/n the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run.

WARNINGS: SMUT, force with consent, predator/prey, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, quickie, Z-Dog absolutely destroying everyone

Word Count: 4555

We were nearing the weekend. Not that that affected us. Lyle told me it was Friday today and I was surprised because I had completely lost track of time. But it didn’t really matter what day it was because we didn’t get time off anyway. Finding Jake was our number one priority and no breaks other than sleep were allowed.

So here we were again, walking deeper into the forest of Pandora. It had just passed lunch time and we were here since early morning.

No one was tired though, not yet. We weren’t allowed to be either.

Today also happened to be warmer than usual so I wasn't wearing my usual long-sleeved attire and pants. I dressed like Walker usually did, in a sports bra and shorts. She and Z-Dog decided to wear tank tops like most of the others.

The forest grew quieter the more we distanced ourselves from the RDA base and the city. Soon, we could only hear the wind blowing between the leaves and the distant calls of animals. That and our heavy footsteps.

The Colonel and Lyle started the day off by leading us into the woods. As the hours passed by, the line mixed since everyone had a different walking pace and now it was Z-Dog and me leading at the front. Walker was close behind.

I had been excessively drinking for the last 30-45 minutes and I wasn’t sure why. Z-Dog glanced over at me when she saw me reach for another water bottle.

“That’s your third one already. Are you okay”? She asks, watching me gulp it down. I swallow most of the water and inhale sharply, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“I don’t know.” I say, gasping for air. “Maybe I’m dehydrated?”

“Don’t think so, we always drink the same amount and I’m fine.” Z-Dog says. We continue walking for a while longer in silence, thinking. Then Z reaches for her water and starts drinking it like she’s been running.

I laugh a little but seeing her drink made me feel thirsty again.

I reach for my water only to notice I have a few drops left. I down the remaining liquid and hold the bottle to my head. It seemed to be getting really warm.

Turning around, I open my mouth and want to say something to Walker only to see her finishing her own bottle of water. I look behind me fully and no one else is drinking.

“What. The. Fuck.” I say, feeling genuinely confused. Walker looks up at me with water drizzling down her chin and Z turns around.

I wheeze and Z laughs and we wait for Walker to catch up so we can walk together.

“Do you have any water left?” I ask her, knowing we at the front drank ours.

“No, that was my last bottle.” she says and I notice how heavy my breathing is becoming.

“Wait, you ran out too?” she asks and Z-Dog scoffs.

“Yeah, been drinkin’ like we ran a marathon.” she says and I nod.

“I’ll ask the others.” I say before turning around and seeing Mansk behind me.

“Can I have some of your water?” I ask, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Compared to us, Mansk is not sweating at all. He’s wearing his usual long-sleeved jacket over his tank top.

The man glances up at me and his eyebrows furrow for a split second before he nods and hands one of his bottles over.

“You ran out already?” he asks while I open it and drink about half.

I wipe my mouth again, closing my eyes for a second and nodding. “Yeah.” I breathe out. “Thanks.” I say, handing it back to him.

“Y’ alright?” he asks again taking the bottle back and I nod, not thinking much of it. Mansk doesn’t seem convinced.

Ja overheard our conversation and sped up his walk to catch up to us. When Mansk noticed his presence he seemed a little relieved.

“Is she okay?” he asks his colleague. Ja was the medic of the group so he would know. He took a glance at me and also thought of what I suggested.

“Did you drink enough?” he asks me and I nod.

“Yeah, I drank all my water and some of Mansk’s.” I scoff, wiping sweat from my forehead again.

Ja presses the back of his hand against my cheek and then my forehead.

“Shit, you’re burning up.” he said, scanning over me.

I was feeling extremely warm. My skin felt like it was burning and my clothes suddenly felt tight and restrictive.

In front of us, Z-Dog and Walker are discussing something.

Ja felt up my arm and checked my pulse while we were walking and Mansk stayed on my other side in case I was in fact not okay.

“Yeah, somethin’s definitely not right.” Ja announces to us, not quite sure how to help me. Mansk has his eyebrows furrowed, examining my behaviour.

“They have it too.” I say, pointing at Z-Dog and Walker who now turn around. Walker is grimacing a little and Z looks worried.

Mansk’s and Ja’s heads look up at them and they notice that they are breathing heavily and sweating just like me. Ja also takes note of the empty bottles in their hands.

“Everthin’ okay up there?” the Colonel calls. It seems as though the others have noticed the small commotion and the medical check-up.

Ja turns around, rubbing the back of his head.

“Uh- no sir not really.” he calls back, stopping in his tracks to wait for Quaritch so that he can explain. Mansk and I keep walking and he watches me intently as I break out into a type of pant. My ears are pinned back and my tail is wildly flicking around behind me. My eyelids also happen to suddenly grow heavy and I keep them half-lidded.

What snaps me out of my haze is Z calling my name.

“Hey, Y/N come over here for a sec.” she says, turning around. Walker is running her hand down her face in what looks like frustration.

I nod, jogging over and leaving Mansk behind. He’s still watching me, trying to make sense of what’s happening.

Neither Z nor Walker looks like they feel like joking around anymore.

“Have you read the manual?” she asks and it takes me a few seconds to realise she means the Na’vi Body data.

“Yeah, of course, we had to.” I say, trying to play it cool. She raises an eyebrow and I sigh.

“I stopped once I reached the shit about plants. It got boring.” I say and she nods, knowing damn well she didn’t read further than that either.

“Walker read it, and it said somethin’ ‘bout a heat cycle.” Z says and I glance at Walker.

“Yeah… we’re not dehydrated. I remember the symptoms. It’s happening right now.” Walker says, scanning my reddened face.

“Does it burn?” Z asks and my ears perk forward for once, being relieved from the tense strain I kept them in the past half hour.

“Everything burns.” I say.

“You know what I mean.” she adds and I groan in frustration too.

“Yeah.” I mumble. I can’t deny the heat that’s been forming between my legs. I tried ignoring it but it grew worse.

“Do you feel, like-” Z says, gasping for air herself. “...uncontrollably horny?” she asks with a light laugh and Walker smirks.

I have no shame admitting anything in front of them so I chuckle and answer. “More like painfully horny.”

They laugh a little, struggling to even out their breathing.

“We need to distance ourselves from them.” Walker says, glancing over her shoulder. “Especially you Y/N you seem to have it bad.” she chuckles, motioning to my panting self. “Otherwise we’re done for and this squad will no longer be as professional.”

My eyes widen. “Wait- you’re joking right? It’ll go away like tomorrow. How would they know about this if we don’t tell them?” I ask and Walker opens her mouth to answer but before she can, my answer is handed to me differently.

“You smell that?” someone says behind us. My heart stops pounding for a second. Right our new senses have us picking up more.

“These cursed blue bitches.” I swear and Z breathily laughs, seeming to know how screwed we are. She’s passed the stage of denial and is now accepting our fate.

We turn around and notice that Lyle was talking to Prager. Prager nodded and they stopped walking. Mansk had also stopped in his tracks, turning to them. Behind them, Ja, Quaritch, Brown, Lopez and the remaining team catch up and everyone comes to a halt.

Quaritch walks between them and deeply inhales. He looks around, noticing how his soldiers are smelling what he is too.

I feel my heart slowly drop and I hold on to Z-Dog for some comfort. All three of us are watching them, dreading their reaction.

“What is it?” Lopez asks.

“No idea, but it’s fuckin’ great.” Lyle chuckles and my breath catches in my throat.

It seems to affect them too. As Lyle inhales, his own tail is swishing around behind him and his muscles flex. He’s growing restless and the recom’s are looking at their Colonel for an answer or instructions.

My heart seems to stop beating when I see Ja turn to me. Prager’s gaze meets mine as well and it’s so intimidating which is unlike both of them. They’re watching my every movement and I take a step back, my grip on Z’s arm tightening.

“Oh fuck.” I whisper while barely moving my lips. I feel a little hazy again and start leaning against Z-Dog. She sighs looking more pissed than worried and catches me, trying to keep me upright.

The soldiers follow Ja’s, Prager’s and the Colonel’s eyes and notice us standing a bit further away.

“It ain’t dehydration, I can tell ya that.” Quaritch says, referring to Ja’s hypothesis of what might be happening. Seems like he read the manual too.

The stupid excitement in my stomach has grown so big it’s making me feel sick. And all their eyes on us have me more nervous.

"Do we kill them or ourselves?" Walker asks, not liking any of this.

“Can we leave?” I whisper to Z and she nods, staring down the others as if they would move when she looks away.

“Yeah, come on.” she says, guiding me forwards. I take a wobbly step, almost stumbling.

Walking won’t do it. I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins I want to run away.

I glance back, noticing everyone’s tense poses. Their eyes follow our every move, making them seem almost predatory. My only instinct now is to run.

Z gives me a push and my legs take off. I start running and hear Walker and Z-Dog do the same behind me. There’s a commotion happening behind them and the next time I glance behind me, everyone is chasing after us.

It was a miserable escape attempt, to be honest. We were already so out of breath compared to them, we really didn’t make it far.

Z caught up to me because she was not affected by the heat as much as me.

Within the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, luckily hitting the soft grass. I fall with a shriek and when I look up I see Z-Dog made it a little further but she’s down now too.

I felt bodyweight on my back and a hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I couldn’t move. Z-Dog could and the man that pushed her was getting a beating right now. She wasn’t having any of it.

I cry out, feeling uncomfortable in this position. My chest was pressed into the ground and I was struggling to breathe.

The feeling and the effects of the scent the recom’s picked up had everyone acting on their primal instincts. Most common sense was gone as their new bodies seemed to be overpowered by the will of nature.

The scent had the soldiers feel just as worked up as the heat cycle did. Instinctively, they ran after the ‘potential mate’ they felt most attracted to because that was Eywa’s will.

I couldn’t say anything, I felt completely overwhelmed and somehow, submitting to him felt like the right thing to do. My right mind would never let this happen but I couldn’t think of anything else but finding some relief in this agonising feeling. My body longed for this.

“Shh- it’s alright.” A voice from above me cooed. “Just stop movin’.”

My eyes shoot wide open and I recognise that it’s Ja. His hands found mine, and he held them together behind my back while leaning forward and speaking close to my ear.

Another pair of heavy footsteps come to a halt close to me and I see how a weapon is thrown to the ground on my left.

Ja is straddling me, keeping a knee on my lower back to pin me down while he removes the heavy medical equipment from his back.

I whine and struggle beneath him again but this time his hand catches my jaw, holding my face still and making me look forwards. He leans down, pressing his face against the side of my head.

“I know how to help you, princess. Quit the movin’.” he told me, almost snarling his words.

Next to us I hear a shout of pain and see how Z-Dog has fought a man to the ground. At least she was going to be fine. Ja turns my head away from her, not wanting me to get any ideas from her.

“Fuck- we really doin’ this?” Another person says and I realise Prager is here too.

“Shut up and help me out here.” Ja replies, growing restless and impatient.

The shouting in the distance is increasing and I hear Walker and Z-Dog just demolishing things while the Colonel is yelling and getting angry that equipment is being destroyed.

Both Prager and Ja’s head’s shoot over to the commotion and they exchange looks.

A gunshot suddenly makes me flinch and I want to turn my head to see what the actual fuck is happening but Ja doesn’t let me.

Without hesitating another second, Ja moves off of me and both men hurl me to my feet, quickly dragging me behind a tree. I’m being pulled backwards so I finally get a small glimpse of the action and I notice that something has been set on fire. Looking at what I think are Z-Dog and Walker, I notice how they’ve put the fire between themselves and the others. There was too much going on.

Suddenly I was being pushed down again and I landed on my knees. Prager and Ja had pulled me away from the others just enough to get some type of privacy.

The last thing either of the men wanted was one of the others interfering with you.

I move forwards, staying on my knees but leaning against one of my arms that I now placed on the ground. My free one wrapped around my middle section and I continued to pant. The sensations I felt were so odd. My body seemed to be buzzing and I was overwhelmed.

Prager and Ja were hastily removing their vests and other equipment, knowing they didn’t have all day and they were not going to waste this opportunity.

Footsteps jog over to me and Ja lands on his knees in front of me. I look up and see that his torso is bare. With the current state I’m in I can’t help but stare.

He smirks, cupping my flushed cheek and making me look up at his face.

“That’s right baby, you’ll get what you want.” he said. Since he was a medic, he had to know everything about the Na’vi body and he knew very well what I needed now.

My eyes widen at his words as I can only imagine what he means. He chuckles and looks at his friend.

“Ain’t that right, Prager?”

“Fuckin’ right.” Prager answers and moments later I hear a thud on the ground behind me. He too dropped to his knees and I heard him unbuckling his belt. Ja swiped a strand of hair from my face, brushing it back before smiling. We locked eyes again and he mirrored Prager’s actions, opening and removing his belt with one hand, making me swallow nervously.

“You want this, don’t you baby?” Ja asked, making sure he and Prager were good to go. I nod, letting out another impatient whine while my fingers tug at the waistband of his pants.

Ja chuckles, nodding at Prager before opening his pants. I watch with parted lips, not even noticing the drool leaking down the side of my mouth.

Hands are around my waist and my own pants are being tugged down my legs. Prager pulls them off, throwing them to the side and rubbing over all of the newly exposed skin. He rested his hand on my ass, squeezing the flesh before pulling my panties to the side. His hand wrapped around my tail, lifting it into the air so that my wet cunt was exposed to him.

I shiver when the cool breeze hits my hot skin. Prager hums approvingly, tracing his fingers around my core before sliding his thumb through my folds.

“Y/N?” Prager says from behind me and I look over my shoulder, seeing he discarded his pants. “Ready?” he asks, wanting to make sure I was still okay.

I nod my head, breathily saying ‘yes’ because I was out of breath. To make it clear to him I push my hips back, pressing them right up against him. I feel his bare thighs press up against the back of mine and his now free dick is resting between my ass cheeks.

“Fuckin’ hell…” he curses under his breath and Ja scoffs, wanting some attention too.

I face forwards again, looking up at Ja who pulled his pants halfway down his thighs, revealing his own length to me. My eyes grow wide and I look at him to make sure I can touch him.

He tangles his fingers into the hair on the back of my head, edging me closer to him until my hot breath is hitting his skin.

My tail wraps around Prager’s slim waist, pulling him further into me to encourage him to finally do something. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Ja’s eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are slightly parted as he watches me and I take the hint. I open my mouth and stick out my saliva-covered tongue, licking around the base of his throbbing erection. His body shudders in excitement while he inhales sharply, tucking in his bottom lip between his teeth.

I smile at him before moving my tongue further up his dick until I reached his tip. It’s where he’s the most sensitive. It’s also the area I will devote most of my attention to.

Prager pulled his hips back a bit, his right hand tightly gripping my waist while his left lined up his pulsing cock with my hole.

Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, watching with lust-darkened eyes how the head of his dick was being engulfed by me.

I close my eyes and moan while keeping my lips attached to Ja’s length. His breathing stuttered unevenly as he felt the vibrations soar through him and then he let his head fall back once my lips wrapped around his tip.

I sucked on it, keeping my ears perked forward to catch every noise he made. He cursed while looking up at the sky, before watching me work my way down him.

I swirled my tongue around his tip and then pushed myself further down. He already hit the back of my mouth but I decided to not stop there because I only had half of him in my mouth.

His fingers tightened in my hair but he didn’t push me down further. Ja let me go at my own pace, he just needed to grab onto something to keep him grounded.

Prager had now pushed all the way in and it immediately felt good. I was finally full. My eyes fluttered closed as I spread my legs further apart for him, arching my back to see if he could go deeper.

He was hypnotised by my inviting movements and realised how my desperate attempts for more made him even harder.

Luckily, Prager didn’t keep me waiting and soon found a steady pace.

I was being nudged forwards with each thrust of Prager’s hips and thereby moved my head up and down Ja’s dick. I inhaled deeply through my nose, closing my eyes to concentrate as I pushed my head down further down him.

Ja’s eyes turned from watching me half-closed to being unable to look away. He was surprised by how much of him you were able to take and it made his dick twitch in your mouth. Fuck, how did he only realise now how perfect you were?

Prager’s hips snap forward more suddenly this time, rocking me further forward so that my nose hits Ja’s abdomen while his dick is down my throat. Ja’s mouth is hanging open and he moans once he bottoms out.

“Holy shit-” he curses through clenched teeth as he fights his body and tries his absolute best not to spill just yet. “Didn’t know you could take it all.” he breathes out, trying to calm his panting. I hum in response, pulling back before pushing down all the way again. Ja’s muscles flex as his body floods with waves of pleasure.

Prager is pulling my hips back against his now, every time he thrusts into me and with my further spread legs, he hits my sweet spot at a new angle, managing to plunge himself deeper into me.

I moan around Ja, going weak in the arms for a second and he curses.

“Shit. Whatever you’re doin’ Prager-” he groans, clenching his eyes closed. “Don’t stop.”

Prager nods with a grin, relishing in the feeling of your warm walls tightly hugging him. He also takes note of the slick slowly running down your thighs. The sight turned him on so much he couldn’t wait to cum deep inside you. The way you started rocking into him indicated you were close so he was glad he wouldn’t have to restrain himself for too long.

Ja was so close to losing it, shivering and groaning every time your face pressed against his lower stomach.

I decided to take it up a notch and hollowed my cheeks around him each time I pushed forward. This way I was creating a strong suction, not letting his dick escape my mouth when I pulled back. His tip always stayed in my mouth.

Suddenly Ja whimpered, making my ears shoot forward.

He threw his head back moaning “Fuck, fuck fuck-” and couldn’t stop his hand from pushing your head down him as far as possible. His hips bucked forwards and he stilled while his entire body tensed and he released his load deep down your throat.

The way you hollowed your cheeks made him cum instantly, loving the feeling of how you sucked him dry.

Prager’s huffing turned into groans and growls as he dug his fingertips into my hips, rutting into me like there was no tomorrow.

I swallow all of Ja’s cum and he releases my hair, sitting back on his knees and breathing heavily. I gently pull back from him, letting out a small cough before licking away any remaining cum on his dick. He watched me with soft eyes, almost falling in love at the sight.

Prager moans, letting his head hang down for a second as he leans over my back and wraps both arms around my waist. His head is resting in the crook of my neck while his chest is pressed up against my back and his hips continue their brutal pace. Our skin slaps against each other and I know my ass is going to be red or at least a shade of purple by the time we are done.

I’m finally so close to my own high that I curl my fingers in the grass, pushing my ass further into the air so that he can access my cunt better.

Prager doesn’t stop ploughing into me and continues the bruising pace while the sweat on our bodies mixes.

“Prager-” I moan, closing my eyes. “I’m so- close.”

His deep voice growls into my ear when he hears the words, making him speed up his thrusts even more.

“Cum for us. C’mon.” he breathes, encouraging me as he feels his own high near him.

I cry out and suddenly I’m pushed over the edge. My pussy clenches around Prager’s dick as he rides out my orgasm which leaves my arms and legs shaking.

His hips stutter and once I’ve come down from my high, he bites down into my shoulder and buries himself as deep into me as possible. His cum shoots into me, filling me up while my now sensitive pussy throbs around him.

His hot breath coming from his nose is fanning against my shoulder which he gently releases from his bite. Prager looks down at it, not quite sure why he felt the need to do that.

“You okay?” he whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck and awaiting a response.

I nod, inhaling deeply. “Yeah. Much better.”

Ja chuckles and Prager smiles before pushing himself off of me and gently pulling out.

He leans back, examining how his semen is drizzling out of my cum stuffed cunt.

“That’s stayin’ there.” He said, fingering it back in with his fingers. I gasp, biting down on my teeth. Ja rubs my attacked shoulder, wiping some blood away with his thumb in an attempt to soothe me a little while Prager puts my panties on, making sure most of his cum was still inside me.

They dressed me first which I appreciated, helping me back into my pants before they clothed themselves. While they were getting dressed I just lay on the forest floor, going over what just happened.

At least I was no longer burning up. I was sure it would come back but it was solved for now.

They walk over to me, gently but effortlessly heaving me to my feet and both of them chuckle when my legs tremble.

“Don’t worry, we got you.” Prager said, wrapping an arm around my waist and helping me walk again.

When we returned to the others, the ground was a mess. The fire had been put out but a soldier which Z had probably hit was sitting on the ground with a cooling blue pack over their eye. Seems like Fike got the worst beating.

They were all sitting on the ground and the Colonel was walking by them, making them fix all the equipment that had been broken.

We were glad not to be a part of that and managed to rejoin them without raising suspicion. Everyone was distracted so they didn’t notice me struggling to stand and Ja and Prager refusing to leave my side.

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epiclamer · 1 year

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operation has taken over my brain in the most positive way possible i love them

Uhhhh pt.3 of course— im sorry this is so late—

@hollowgast1

Part 1 Part 2

Operation Pt. 3

Hero’s surgery had been successful. Villains attempts to keep them rested and out of pain, had not. Well, more or less.

Ever since the villain had taken the hero back to their house for recovery, Hero had been a pain in their ass.

They would never rest, wouldn’t sleep, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink, would refuse any type of pain killers as tears streamed down their face from the agony. Every chance they got they would drag themselves out of bed and attempt to run.

It didn’t matter how much talking or reassuring Villain did, nothing got through to their head. And understandably enough, it was driving them insane.

Now, the hero was tied by each limb to a corner of the bed with fabric restraints, that they still somehow managed to hurt themselves with. Giving the criminal even more wounds to take care of—as if they didn’t have enough already.

“Hero, please eat something. Drink something. Anything, just please.”

The crime-stopper didn’t move, they looked like a deer in headlights and the only telltale sign that they were still alive and not frozen was their hyperventilating. Villain watched their chest move out of time with their breath due to their broken ribs that were trying to heal ever since the surgery. But Hero wouldn’t give them a break.

In the back of their head, Villain was counting their BPM and every alarm bell was ringing ‘too fast, too fast, too fast—’. They dropped their head in defeat, the water bottle and bowl of applesauce in their hands hit the bedside as their arms fell and the hero flinched harshly, hitting their head against the headboard.

Some sort of overly kind instinct rushed Villain’s senses for a moment and they wanted to jump on top of the hero and tenderly care for their bumped head. But exhaustion was stronger, was heavier, and it weighed them down too much to care. If Hero didn’t want to eat or drink, Villain couldn’t force them. They’d just die here on the villain’s bed, of thirst or reopened wounds, it was a close call between the two.

Villain groaned; they were being ridiculous. Ridiculously stupid. They were caretaking. They couldn’t give up. The hero just needed an incentive…

“You’re scared that I’ll hurt you.” Hero’s silence was answer enough. “If you take this kindness, that I’ll use it against you to hurt you.”

No response but the hero seemed to sweat, shuffling backwards just a tad from the other.

The villain nodded, trying to dig up a plan in their dazed mind. They huffed a small laugh, “easy fix… i’ll just threaten your loved ones or something for if you don’t eat.”

It was a joke. A terrible excuse of a joke that held no mocking tone whatsoever. But it made the villain laugh.

They were starving, worked-to-the-bone and so, so, so, fed up. That the idea, the stupid idea sure to only traumatize the hero further, was actually hilarious.

Villain burst out in laughter, letting go of the water and food in their hands as it rested against the bed. They crossed their arms over their chest and threw their head back, cackling and wheezing so hard their legs began to shake. It took them quite a few long deep breaths until they could calm down, eyes occasionally falling on the horrified hero and they couldn’t help but laugh some more.

Then, in a moment of pure delinquent fun, they leaned forwards, crowding the hero against the bed and stuck our their hands. Wiggling their fingers and eyebrows in unison out at the other as they whispered, “eat, drink, take care of yourself or I’ll destroy everyone you love…”

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Hero didn’t take the statement as lightly as Villain did. Sitting as far up as they could in an instant before tears started rolling down their face and they turned into a blabbering wreck.

“P-Please— d-don’t hurt them—I swear, I-I’ll eat, I’ll drink, I-I’ll do anything, just please…”

Oh.

Shit.

In instinct, Villain would’ve scrabbled to fix the mess they had just created. But their common sense brain kicked in at the last second and they hesitated, frozen in spot, frozen in thought. Maybe… just maybe… this could work out…

Against their bonds, Hero looked crazed, yanking desperately at them as they cried and begged. Their first words since they had arrived. Villain almost felt proud.

Almost.

Tentatively, as if they couldn’t believe the development just yet, Villain picked up and held out their water bottle. The cap was already unscrewed and as it reached Hero’s lips they only hesitated for a split second before gulping down the refreshment.

Villain could’ve sworn they saw a look of pleasure filled relief as they swallowed the last of the water, but it was gone and replaced with guilt sooner than they could blink. Then, before they could give the hero any extra time to reconsider, or for this all to be some too-good-to-be dream, Villain held out a spoonful of applesauce.

Hero looked two things, relaxed and fearful. Which were two emotions that generally didn’t go hand in hand. But the villain figured that their brain must have been fighting itself between one half that wanted to cave and the other that wanted to be defiant.

Eventually, they caved. And very slowly they parted their lips, allowing the villain to spoon feed them until the bowl was polished clean. Even if every swallow was slow and painful, they didn’t stop opening their mouth for more until it was all gone.

“Wow…” The villain stared down at the empty containers. “That’s all it took, huh?”

The hero’s lip quivered as they made eye contact. “Y-you won’t hurt them, r-right? I-if I’m g-good?”

At the last sentence a chill ran up the criminal’s spine, whoever had imprisoned their enemy prior had done some serious mental damage that they had yet to assess. Normal patients didn’t do that; but normal patients weren’t highly sought after heroes either.

They weighed their options and after a brief period of contemplation, Villain decided that the most crucial thing for the both of them would be some rest. So, carefully, the villain clicked off the bedside lamp. Taking their dishes towards the room door as they exited, looking back once as they stopped in the doorway.

“I’m not going to hurt anyone. Just get some rest and everything will be fine.”

Villain tried not to feel disappointed as they headed for the kitchen and then the couch. But to their heart it was worse than a stab wound, Hero actually believed that Villain was going to hurt the ones they loved.

All of their previous trust… The years they had spent building their relationship and bonding, was now out the window.

They flopped back onto the squeaky cushions and closed their eyes. In the morning everything would be okay. Hero finally ate something. That was step one.

Tomorrow—while they got the hero to sleep some more—they could begin their hunt for whichever sadistic fuck had destroyed their nemesis and Villain smiled slightly at the thought.

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sea-lanterns · 6 months

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JUST READ UR ARLECCHINO FIC nom nom nom. was delicious overall but I-- I can't. I just have to say it.. the language was.. disturbing. iirc, you're not a lesbian, and this isn't something that usually gets discussed, but.. you wrote both arle and reader as afab (which is highly appreciated) but referred to the toy as if it wasn't a toy, as if it was a real thing. i always thought that the point of a toy is that it.. isn't the actual organ? it isn't, and it's the reason why people who don't like that organ can enjoy using the toy (im people)

using the same language for both feels like forcing hetero (different-sex relationship) dynamics onto homo (same-sex relationship), i hope this explains the problem. I really like your works, and the overall atmosphere on your blog is really cool, i really hope you could listen to this critic. it was a really disturbing read, and not in a good "horror disturbing" way, but in a homophobic, heteronormative way...

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(I'm also tired of seeing people pretending like cock is a sexy word. anywhere I see it - mlm, mlw, instead of "strap", i just want to laugh. just. kok. *wheeze* i can't------- how do yall keep using it seriously 😭😭😭😭)

I mean…I didn’t really think I was shoving heteronormative dynamics when I wrote that fic, I see fellow sapphics use the term “cock” to refer to a strap all the time, so I never found it offensive or coming off as heteronormative :/

I apologize if the use of the word made you uncomfortable, but I really can’t see how using cock and strap interchangeably can enforce heteronormative dynamics. Please pardon me if I sound rude or oblivious to what we are discussing (especially because I’m not a lesbian, just pan) but I honestly don’t see why it is a problem.

I’ve used the same kind of word phrasing in previous works, but if this really does bother a lot of people, I will change it. I just genuinely don’t understand why it is offensive, as a strap is literally a toy made to mimic a cock.

#🫧feeding the fishes

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t0ast-ghost · 1 month

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No clever opening for this one.. I feel like an Instagram post that says no caption. Episode 24 (A Taste Of Armageddon):

- Fox, despite being a nasty man, has an amazing face… I’d like to draw it perhaps

- Show ‘subtly’ drops in Scotty saying “Bonny”

- Goofy ass hats on those guards

- this guys number seems off… 500 years, trillions dying each year…

- “There is a certain logic to it.” “I’m glad you approve.” “I do not approve. I understand.”

- they’re gonna disintegrate

- https://youtube.com/shorts/m_nDsMt7njQ?si=Nk_i6qalsXbOuwiA

- McCoy worried about his boyfriends. Scott is not putting up with McCoy’s nonsense

- “for all personal to come ashore for shore leave. They’ve aSHORED me that we will have a wonderful time” no wonder they don’t think this is Kirk he would never

- I think this might be a he first time McCoy and Scott have truly interacted

- The scene switched SO FAST from Scotty and McCoy to Spock and Kirk I almost got whiplash

- wait why is Spock feeling up the door while Kirk watches? Ohhh he’s controlling the guard through the door, yeah makes sense.

- “Thank you, Mr Spock” “My pleasure, Captain”

- Hiding in plain sight works… again

- Spock strolls up so causally- I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE BEST PART WHAT (20:40) “sir there is a multi legged creature on your shoulder” nerve pinches him on the shoulder IM WHEEZING

- he strolls back so casually as well

- McCoy gets paid to stand by, look pretty, fight with Spock, and raise his eyebrows

- McCoy not necessarily agreeing but still backing Scotty up against Fox

- Kirk got punched like a bitch

- did- did Spock mind control those guards? He can do that?

- “What are you doing, Mr Spock?” “Practicing a peculiar variety of diplomacy, Sir.” Blowing shit up

- Kirk’s hair just a little messed up <333

- “I’m a barbarian, and I intend to prove this to you.” Pop off Kirk? Get it? I guess..

- wow Kirk just really.. wow (threatening to kill an entire fucking planet)

- Uhura’s chair swivel when Scotty said they would destroy multiple cities

- (probably terribly paraphrased) “I thought you’d be in need of a rescue. It seems I was mistaken.” “No, I am in need of your assistance.” Or smt gay like that

- “I’m going to end it for you… One way or another.” Kirk sooo listens to Blondie

- Hiiii

- Once again Kirk is sitting in his chair surrounded by them all (closest is McCoy and Spock of course) all is right and he didn’t almost just kill trillions of people

- “Captain you almost make me believe in luck.” “Why, Mr. Spock… you almost make me believe in miracles.” WHAT. WHO SAYS THAT. TO ANOTHER. WITHOUT BEING COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH THEM

On that frankly insane note I must now watch the next… see you then :)

Master post

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos kirk #captain james kirk #tos spock #spock #tos mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #tos scotty #montgomery scott #tos uhura #nyota uhura

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chthonicgodling · 2 months

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AND THATS WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE

In preparation for the press conference - Elysium Drama Update that I’m gearing up for - please enjoy - a PRE-update SUMMARY! it was either this or several essays.

[wow look at me on the cusp of nsfwart????? I should hope it’s common knowledge by now that the Elysium palace is goth slut central pls but if this is a surprise to you then. Uhh. surpriiiise]

Behold! a refresher course on Loki and Maci and Tory’s existing history in the Elysium’verse!! Yes, most of you following me heeere probably,, know all or most of this but it is CRUCIAL for me to hammer this home so that we can all hyperventilate together

[[like I.,, need you to understand why the Current Shenanigans are making me lose my mind. I Just NEED you to understand What We’ve Been Through with these three (two) morons.., in order to appreciate WHERE WE’RE AT NOW. do you get it??? do you gET IT??? DO YOU SEE WHY IM WHEEZING??????!! WHY IVE BEEN CLAWING AT THE WALLS? OKAY-]]

Sure it is probably way too early to post this here cause I haven’t even started to DRAW the update this is leading up to, but I extremely like how this came out and plus you all on Tumblr have surely seen my shrieking and my incredibly vague posting about them and the [REDACTED, UP NEXT, SITUATION] recently. the crackship name for the NOT A THROUPLE I PROMISE is Taki Fuego (lol🤪) and if you click that you can SEE the insanity I’ve been talking about for a month and a half with my jaw on the floor and no sign of stopping….. I can’t believe any this Lemme tell youuU-

and so,, I’m very sorry to hype and run but! Stay tuned indeed! at the very least this is colorful to look at while we all now descend into eager madness together. Tory (& Epi & Vryk & half of these decisions) belongs to hiatused @fenixethekid who MAY be trying to kill me with these current canon turns of events, idk yet

Stay tuned stay tuned stay tuned<3 also don’t tag this with the m word lmao

#also - I summarized A MILLION THINGS here but I’d be happy to elaborate extensively on anything if anyone has follow up questionssss #pregnancy //#my art #long post #ASK TO TAG #Elysium comics #taki fuego #Elysium drama update

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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I AM HERE TO REQUEST TOTALLY NOT BECAUSE OF MY RANBOO FANGIRL MOMENT WHAT NO

ANYWAYS UMM

CAN I HAVE RANBOO FLUFF W/ GN READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASSSSEEEEEEEE

ALSO BIT OF A HAPPY RANT BC YES

THE PAST FEW YEARS I HAVENT FELT CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO WEAR DSMP/MCYT MERCH TO SCHOOL BECAUSE SOME MEAN POOPY HEADS WERE MAKING FUN OF IT WHENEVER I DID WEAR IT SO I JUST STOPPED WEARING IT AND THE OTHER DAY THIS NEW GIRL COMES IN WEARING SAPNAP MERCH AND I ALMOST SCREAM AND THE NEXT DAY ITS GEORGE MERCH SOI FINALLY HAD THE CONFIDENCE TO WEAR MY RANBOO JACKET AND SHE WAS LIKE OMG I LOVE UR JACKET AND WE STARTED TALKING ABOUT DSMP AMD STUFF AND SHE WAS LIKE “if you listen to banter, they were talking about how dream might face reveal soon and honestly… he better be hot, we’ve waited too long for him not to be” AND I WAS WHEEZING SO HARD BUT IM JUST SO HAPPY I FINALLY HAVE AN IRL FRIEND TO TALK ABOUT DSMP WITH

ANYWAYS THATS MY RANDOM RANT FOR TODAY :]

BUT RANBOO MY BELOVED <3

Omg everything I wrote for this got deleted I’m so sorry if it seems rushed-

Home

Ranboo x Reader

Meeting ranboo in person

I’m calling him Mark in this idk if it’s his real name and really don’t care but if he’s uncomfortable being called that please dm me

Also, in this the reader is more feminine, im so sorry but I use they them pronouns, this fic is slightly self indulgent, so I do talk about makeup and doing hair and other “girly” stuff, anyone can enjoy these things so just have fun and enjoy!

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The man you loved so dearly held you as tightly as he could while he cried, well the both of you were crying but still. The makeup was starting to run down your face a little bit and Mark was picking you up by the waist with his arms looped under your thighs. “Oh my gosh! You’re so beautiful, even prettier in person, wow, I can’t believe I have you in my arms” what he was saying was muffled by your neck and slurred by his sobs, but still was understandable. “Shh, don’t cry, don’t cry love” your comforting words didn’t help much as each syllable was cut by your own hiccups and sobs. The two of you stood there in the middle of the airport sobbing for nearly 5 minutes until you both finally walked to the car. Once you both got into the vehicle he took a hair tie and pulled your hair back, it was all frizzy from the commotion of the day. He kissed you on the forehead and you started on the way to his house, or as you would soon call it, home.

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I hope you like this!!! It’s rushed and short but I like it!

@z0vamp this could be us

-Toad

Have some cute ranboo art from Dakota Fox Art

#dsmp #writing #dsmp x gender neutral reader #dsmp x reader #dsmpblr #ranboo #ranboolive #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n

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the-casbah-way · 10 months

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im fucking wheezing about that last post lmao. he WOULD. anyway please share the failed marriage lore <3 i love them -rivstyx

i could write an entire prequel on octavius and amelia's cringefail marriage alone but here is just a little lore off the top of my head

they went to rome for their honeymoon and wanted to kill each other after an hour because octavius just wanted to mansplain every monument and statue but amelia wanted to have a Proper Adventure and every time amelia tried to speak to a native to improve her italian octavius would correct her pronunciation before she could even finish her sentence and it got to the point where she was literally begging him to stop talking because he was annoying her so much <3

there was never a proposal. they were just eating dinner one night and it was like "everyone is expecting us to get married" "yeah" "we should probably do that then" "ok"

octavius never told amelia he was getting a cat he just showed up with one after work one day. and amelia started to get genuinely irritated very quickly because suddenly her emotionally constipated husband who has never shown affection in his life was cradling this cat like a newborn and calling it every pet name under the sun and talking to it in a stupid baby voice

all of amelia's friends hated octavius but her parents LOVED him which is half the reason she felt pressured to marry him in the first place. he was the rich successful man they always wanted instead of her and she always resented him for it even though she never said it

they tried couples therapy once but octavius kept zoning out because the therapist was really hot and amelia scrapped the whole thing because every session made her want to strangle him even more

they both hate their parents and it was one of the few things that kept them bonded during their marriage. whenever their parents would visit they'd both do terrible impressions of them while they weren't looking to try and make each other laugh

you know about the dreaded sexting incident but that's just the tip of the sexual nightmare iceberg. there's the time amelia accidentally said the name of one of her male colleagues during sex. the time octavius started getting bored and awkward and nervous during a blowjob and asked if he could read a book during it to distract himself. the time ahkmenrah walked in on them. the time ahkmenrah and octavius had sex literally an hour after the divorce papers went through. i could go on

octavius’ cat vomited on amelia’s favourite shoes once and it caused an entire year long ordeal because amelia was Very angry and octavius was very indignant and annoying about it because ‘well i’m sorry but she had to do it somewhere’ and every time they would go shopping amelia would see a nice pair of shoes and passive aggressively be like “i’m pretty sure i had a pair like that once. i wonder what happened to them— oh yes i remember now :)” and then the whole argument would start all over again

once amelia got jealous of one of octavius’ female colleagues because he was spending a lot of time with her and octavius genuinely could not understand why amelia was concerned about this because he completely forgot he was supposed to be pretending to be straight and into women

one of octavius’ deepest and darkest guilty pleasures is musicals which are amelia’s least favourite thing on this earth and sometimes she would catch him subconsciously singing something from a musical under his breath and she would be like can you please shut up and octavius would get very defensive about it because “its not my fault its stuck in my head someone was singing it at work i don’t even like musicals—” and amelia would be like “oh shut up ive heard you in the shower you liar” and it was like a whole thing

they both have the exact same dry overly british sense of humour so even when they ended up hating each other they were still painfully good at making the other laugh without even trying and they would both get bitter and frustrated about it

#down then left #this ask is SO old im sorry i had this in my drafts and forgot to post it #anyway i really really want to write a whole fic about how octavius and amelia met and what went down between them #i love amelia so much i hope she gets to kill her horrible parents <3

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runningonrempe · 11 months

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BYE IM WHEEZING 😭

this sent me so fucking hard you don’t understand

#accurate tho #he’s such a lil koala #oscar piastri

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under-the-cherrytree · 2 years

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SINCE YOU REALLY WANTED THIS-- A ONESHOT OF OUR CONVO RN. >:* WHICH CHARACTER?? IDK IM JUST GONNA LAUGH AT IT- YOU PICK ON WHOS FITTING *wheezing* isAaC-- thE poOr gUy-

Natsuhiko confessing to you when you don’t even like him based off a real experience❣︎

Warnings: me laughing my ass off-

A/n: EXCUSE ME I FELT REALLY BAD-

AFTER ONE OF MY FRIENDS WAS LIKE "Isaac is now depressed that you rejected him" AND I WAS LIKE "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

He was planning a confession to me too-

anyways- i hope you laugh to this-

"pfft... oh hey, Natsuhiko messaged me" You looked down at your phone and Mitsuba looked up.

"What did he say?" Mitsuba looked over your shoulder.

"He said, 'Do you really love me'" You looked at Mitsuba shocked. Why would he think I liked him- Oh right I told him I loved him in class today.

"What the hell" Mitsuba started to laugh "Why does he think you love him!?"

"Well, I did tell him I loved him, but I mean love him as a friend. Besides, he already knows I like someone else" You mentioned.

"Just ask him what he means, he might have sent it to the wrong person" Mitsuba said "hopefully-"

"Oh, he responded... he thinks when I told him I love him it was some type of confession"

"Oh, fuck this guy is so stupid..."

"Mitsuba what should I do?!" You shouted a bit.

"Uh- Ask him how long he liked you for"

You picked up your phone and sent him the message to get a response shortly after.

"He liked me ever since first year-" Before you could finish Mitsuba just started laughing. He found this situation hilarious.

"Oh, he messaged me again- 'I was planning to confess eventually' OMG I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ANIME CONFESSION" you blurted out.

"Congratulations, you are getting confessed too for once-" Mitsuba teased.

"shut up-" You elbowed the pink haired boy "I'm going to let him down gently, while I don't really like him, he is a good guy, and anyone would be lucky to have someone like him!" You started typing this on your phone, hoping he would understand.

'Oh, I see' Natsuhiko typed back. 'It's okay, I didn't expect you to like me back anyways.'

"awww now I feel bad.." You frowned

"This fucking idiot-" Mitsuba said behind you.

meanwhile with Natsuhiko:

"I knew they didn't like me back..." He sighed into his mic.

"Okay." Tsukasa said into his mic, having to listen to that whole conversation he had with you in his cat headphones

"Anyways, want to play video games?"

"Sure"

this is basically how the confession went... apparently Isaac was depressed for a while after then started playing games with Ethan-

#tbhk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako x reader #toilet bound x reader #tbhk anime #jshk #jshk x reader #hanako kun #tbhk #jshk natsuhiko #Natsuhiko x reader #crack fix

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muniimyg · 2 years

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30 | choose me ✒️

series m.list

taglist: @kakixaku @boraength @4ksj @pamzn @jinsearth @fancycollectormoon @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @fan-ati--c @kthlvr30 @ellesalazar @taeees-world @sukunasrealgf

note: … this is the end of part ii. i’ll begin part iii after more interactions 😭 im an attention wh0re ikik ,, enjoy besties 🥴 ,,, no warnings since this is honestly such a fluff chapter ✋🏽 yk the drill!!! send me ur thots 💭 see u guys soon (?) LOL

Hospitals are the worst.

This one in particular brings many heavy memories. This very hospital your grandmother funded is the same one she was rushed to. She passed away in the ICU wing, 3 doors from the right hall a few days after. You remember it all too well.

Now, being here for your best friend stings. It hurts and you aren’t too sure how to process the feelings of overwhelming anxiety.

“Ms ___?” A voice calls for you. You turn your head and see a doctor smiling at you warmly. “It’s an honour to meet you. Your family has done so much for this hospital and the medical field—”

No.

You aren’t in the mood for this right now. “I’m looking for Jeon Jungkook? Are you his doctor?” you cut him off, unbothered by how rude it may have come out to be. “I need to see him. Can I see him?”

He smiles at you again, a little smaller than the initial greeting. You take him by surprise. You’re the granddaughter and daughter of absolute legends but right now, you’re a friend in distress.

“Jeon Jungkook from Jeon Inc, correct? I am his doctor. I promise you that he is in great hands as it’s also an honour to be at his service.”

“She’s his emergency contact, Doctor. Please, what’s his condition?” Seok Jin speaks for you. He sounds so calm and collected. He’s the absolute opposite of you.

“Are you Kim Seok Jin? The youngest son of Kim Ko? Wow.. Such influential families in my midst.. I am—”

“We understand how this must feel for you but we would prefer if you could continue as professional as possible. Please get on with it.” Seok Jin interrupts him.

Thank fucking god.

The doctor’s cheeks flush red. He clears his throat and mutters an apology. “Ms ___, Mr Jeon was found without a helmet and was more than lucky that his accident wasn’t as fatal as it could have been. His scans came out clean but aside from that… He’s facing a displacement fracture on his right arm, he hit his head and needed a few stitches. He has some road rash and bruised ribs.. And to answer your question, no. Unfortunately, you can not see him right now as I am taking him in for surgery. It’s a simple 1-2 hour procedure, Ms ___. Feel free to wait for me in the waiting room or even inside his recovery room.”

Jin pulls you in for a hug and you sigh deeply. “Is that allowed? Can we wait inside his room?”

“Exceptions are made for Ms ___. Belated condolence to your grandmother, by the way.. I met her once and she was an amazing woman. Your parents as well—”

“Thank you for your time, doctor.”

For the second time tonight, the doctor tries to not look too offended. Jin gives the doctor a look, the kind that warns him to stop. You had been through enough tonight and the mention of your grandmother and parents is definitely not what you need to feel better. The doctor then excuses himself and you turn to Jin with a sad smile.

“He’s going to be okay,” you breathe. “That fucking idiot better be okay.”

Seok Jin laughs, tightening the hug. “I’m sorry this is happening, baby. I should have waited for you instead of—”

“Instead of what, Jin? The conversation had to happen. I can’t control his reaction.. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you or even at him.. Maybe at myself, sure. But not at you, baby, “ you reassure him.

He shakes his head. “Don’t blame yourself either,” he tells you. “That’s not fair. It’s not how this is going to work either.”

You look at him and feel it in your chest. If before you complained about how he couldn’t meet you emotionally.. How he was never there when you needed him or how his warmth was limited—you’re surely wrong now.

Right now, Jin is all you need.

You’re restless.

It’s only been an hour and you can’t do this. “What if he doesn’t make it?” you ask Jin, intertwining your fingers together.

You two are sat inside his car. He insist that you get some sleep since this adventure took all night. “Go to sleep, baby.”

You’re sleepy. You’re trying to fight it too. It’s so obvious. His heart melts at the sight of your puffy cheeks and sleepy eyes. How are you even speaking right now? You look so exhausted.

“I can’t.” Sitting up, you let out a deep sigh. “He’s alone. I need to be there. I don’t even know what I’m doing here—”

“You’re here with me,” Jin explains, attempting to calm you. “He’s in there with doctors. The moment his eyes open, you’ll be there. I promise you.”

You nod, still not fully convinced.

“You want to wait in his room, don’t you?” Jin guesses. He’s right of course, he just wants you to confirm it.

You smile at him weakly. “Please?”

He pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight. “Only if you promise me you’ll get some sleep before he wakes up.”

“I promise.”

This is a no brainer for Jin. He’d give you anything you want.. It just sucks that he gets the short end of the stick. That though he’s the one holding you, protecting you right now, it’s still Jungkook you’re thinking of. He gets it. This is your best friend and his injuries are serious enough for surgery.. He gets that this is all so overwhelming for you.. But what about him? This is you. You’re again in a position where of course you’ll be picking Jungkook over him.

Maybe Hoseok had a point.

But it’s okay. It’s whatever. Jin brushes of his new realization and reverts back to his old thoughts—the time you two went camping. Here, Jin finds himself wondering when the day you’ll pick him over Jungkook will ever come again.

... So much for only needing Jin.

When Jungkook wakes up, he knows exactly where he is.

The ceiling looks familiar. The bed and gown feel familiar. The only thing he didn’t expect to see is Jin asleep on the loveseat across the room, asleep with his arms crossed. Confused, Jungkook turns his head and sees you asleep beside him.

Your chair is squished the closest it can be to his bed. Your arms are crossed while your head rests on top of them like a pillow. Your body is slumped over his side with your hand on top of his. It covers the IV and all he can think is; shit.

In all honesty, Jungkook can’t say this sight makes him happy but he isn’t exactly feeling the worst with how close you are to him. It’s odd. It’s mixed feelings of being comforted that you’re by his side, but also loathing himself for being the reason why you are where you u are right now. He lifts his arm to touch you.

Rather, he tries to and fails.

He lets out a stiff groan and it shifts no other than Jin awake.

“Woah, hey,” Jin gets up to be by Jungkook’s side. He helps Jungkook adjust his arm and gently places it comfortably for him. “Don’t move too much. You literally just got out of surgery.”

“Is she mad at me?” Jungkook murmurs, throat dry from… Well, everything but it doesn’t matter. It’s you that matters and he can’t shake the feeling of guilt off. “On a scale of 1-10, how mad is she at me?”

Jin shakes his head with a soft smile. “She’ll be glad you’re okay.”

Jungkook glares at him. “Don’t sugarcoat it,” he commands. “She’s pissed and you’re doing that hero thing.”

Again, Jin shakes his head. This time, no smile. “Why is it so hard for you to accept that people can care about you without an ulterior motive?”

“Because we come from rich families that prioritize business over feelings. You don’t fall that far from the tree, Jin. Only ___ and I do.” Jungkook barely is able to make out this sentence. His voice goes quiet and dry.

Seok Jin sighs, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll grab you some water and food.. I’ll probably look for your doctor on my way back to check up on you.” Jin then moves to the other side of the hospital bed and bends down to his knees. There, he taps you awake and moves your body back to lean against the chair.

There, you wake up.

“Hey,” Jin says softly. “Guess who's awake?”

You rub your eyes, focusing on Jungkook whose face completely softens at your gaze. Jin then rubs your back and excuses himself, giving you and Jungkook some well-needed space. The way Jin and you hold hands for a moment, fingers lingering and looking so delicate intertwined… Jungkook doesn’t miss it.

If anything, it inspires him to cough and ask Jin to hurry up.

Jin chuckles and complies. You sit still, staring at Jungkook. The moment Jin exits the room and you hear the door click, Jungkook opens his mouth to say something and then closes it.

“You better fucking pray that door isn’t locked because I’m going to kill you.”

You stand up and raise your hand. You’re so angry. No, beyond that—you’re furious. Thank god he’s okay, but wow, did he need a beating? He’s already all scratched, bruised, and broken up.. What’s another injury to the list right? Jungkook’s eyes widen and he immediately winces.

“Ow!”

“I didn’t even hit you yet!”

“Well, maybe don’t hit me at all! Look at this!” he cries, nodding towards his injuries. “I’m already hurt.”

“You deserve it,” you say sternly. “Idiots deserve to be hurt.”

Jungkook sighs, nodding with his eyes closed. “I know, I know,” he mumbles. “But I’m your idiot.”

“Why do you do this?” you ask him. “You know I hate hospitals. You know my situation here with my family. You know how much I hate you riding your motorcycle, yet you went off without a helmet? Again?”

Every part of you begins to burn. You’re aching inside, that’s the truth. You hate that he does shit like this. It makes you feel like you’re not important enough for him to stay alive. What kind of best friend puts you in this position?

You know that, yes, maybe these thoughts and feelings are selfish.. But who fucking cares? He could have died. He could have left you without saying goodbye. This.. Him being hurt like this was the best case scenario.

“Like, remember when we were younger and you would get into fights at every party we went to? Why hasn’t that changed? Why do you keep hurting yourself? Why are you smiling? It’s not funny. You think this is funny—”

“I was trying to get your attention,” Jungkook smiles weakly. His answer is simple it confuses you. You don’t even know how to respond to him.

“I don’t know what to do with you! What if I had to call your parents and let them know that their son is a complete idiot because he’s unsafe and a terrible listener—” for the second time, you raise your hand to hit him. Jungkook doesn’t wince this time or move away. Instead, with his decent hand, he grabs yours and pulls you close.

You plop onto his bed and he tugs you closer.

“You could have died,” you fret. It’s soft and it breaks his heart. Practically nose to nose, you find it in yourself to glare at him. “You get that, right? You could have really died.”

“Hey,” you turn away when he begins. He moves his face to meet with yours. “It worked, right?”

“What worked?”

“I got your attention. On the plus side, I’m here and I’m okay,” he attempts to laugh and nods at his injuries. “… For the most part.”

“Not funny.”

“But most importantly, you’re here.”

You look at him with care and so many conflicting feelings. How could he make such a painful moment feel so tender? It only causes you to ache. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes but you ignore them. Looking up and breaking away from your closeness with him, you blink away the tears.

You sniff, “I’m here, Jungkook. I always have been.”

He shakes his head and mutters, “not in the way I want you to be.”

“Jungkook—”

“You never choose me,” he begins. Now, you turn to meet with his eyes. His eyes that are suddenly beginning to pool with tears. It’s weird. Automatically, it feels weird because come to think of it... You’ve never really seen him cry before. You begin to panic.

“What’s this about, Jungkook? What’s going on?”

He swallows.

It’s now or never, right?

It’s you forever or losing you to whoever.. Jungkook gathers whatever is left of courage and belief in himself for this very moment. It should have happened in the garden. But a hospital bed and an injured body will just have to do.

“I’ve been waiting forever for you to choose me the way you choose him. I didn’t even think that was a thing, ___… Until you started choosing him.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask genuinely confused. Is he talking about Jin? Of course, he’s talking about Jin.. But what is he really trying to say?

“It’s like you choose him because you want to and it feels like you choose me because you’re used to it. Like you have to. And look, I get it. Love isn’t something I can say and expect you to believe. It’s something I have to show you over and over again because frankly, you’re so fucking dense. Just because you see me as the boy you grew up with doesn’t mean I’m not a man. I’m a man, ___. I’ll show you what I mean if you let me.”

You blink.

Is he saying what you think he’s saying? ... Right now?

Where is Jin? He should be back soon.. God, what should you do right now? Pull away? You don’t know! Maybe you should—

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook stops you. “Don’t move away. Not right now—just, please… Listen to me, ___ because I... I don’t know what I’m doing anymore if it’s not about you or for you.”

Your breath hitches.

Then, Jungkook tugs you towards him again.

“I’m confused,” you admit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. In my mind, I have chosen you every single day of our lives.”

“Don’t be with him,” he begs you. “Be with me.”

“I am with you—“

“___, I’m serious,” Jungkook warns.

“So am I,” you pout. You’re beginning to feel a little uneasy and he can tell. It makes him feel uneasy too, but honestly? Fuck it. “Jungkook, what the hell is this about? Are you oka—”

“Why are you so oblivious?”

“I am not!”

“I’m gonna say it,” he confesses, raising his tone.

“Say what—“

“I’m in love with you.”

You gulp.

“Hobi said you had feelings for me before. When?” He asks nonchalantly. It scares you how casually he says it like he’s known it for so long it’s no longer surprising to him. Has he?

“What?” you try to play it cool. So many thoughts begin racing through your mind. This is a sick joke! How could he be playing with your emotions given the circumstances? Jungkook is unbelievable and so is Hoseok! “He’s a liar.”

“Look at that,” he points at your bottoms. You bow your head down and stare at your bottoms, again, confused as fuck. “Your pants are on fire.” Jungkook teases.

You look up at him and gasp. “Just for that, I’m never telling you.”

“So you did have feelings for me,” he smirks, catching you red-handed. Before you open your mouth to protest, he beats you to it. “Doesn’t matter.. I’ll find out soon enough. Right now, the point is, you liked me.”

“So what?” you cross your arms, feeling a little threatened by his knowledge.

“You liked me once, you can do it again.” You’re stunned. Your entire world goes silent as you stare into his eyes and he just smiles cheekily. You struggle to find the words—any words!

How could he just do this to you? Out of nowhere? Is this what he wanted to tell you in the garden? Everything is beginning to feel like never before. Maybe because you have never seen this side of Jungkook before. He’s smooth? He’s saying such outrageous things but yes. He has your fucking attention and now you’re... Nervous? Around him, nay, because of him?

Are you fucking serious?

“You’re insane,” you giggle. “You little prankster! Just saying random shit to get out of trouble with me—”

“I am insanely in love with you, you dense piece of shit.”

“Hey!”

He blinks at you slowly, his mouth curving into a smile. “Hi.”

You’re choked.

Has he always looked like this? Suddenly, you’re noticing things you haven’t paid attention to because you’re trying to avoid his eyes.

Wow! Look at those tattoos.

Woah! Cool blanket.

No way! Such a nice quality hospital gown.

“Look at me,” he protests. You listen and instantly you feel weak. You’ve never been nervous around him. Well, not in this way. It feels like the time when he mentioned you were his type—oh god.

And the time he held you when you grieved over your grandmother. Oh, and the times after that when he’d make you pancakes and—

“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook repeats. “I have loved you for so long that I don’t remember a day when I didn’t.”

“Take it back,” you spit. “Take everything you just told me back because—”

“Because you don’t love me back?” His suggestion sounds more.. Insistent. Could he be right? Could he be wrong?

“Because you’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about loving you?”

You don’t know.

You stay silent, unsure of how to answer him. Could you answer him?

“I know you, ___. I know I can’t rush into loving you so I stood by your side all these years to get you to warm up to me. I have done everything I can to be everything for you but to be the man you love. Call me crazy, but I don’t think I’m reaching for something that’s impossible. I mean, it’s us, ___.”

Fuck.

“I’ve been yours for so long,” Jungkook admits.

Say something!

You’re driving him crazy. You know it too.. Still, you keep your mouth shut and your his eyes search for answers in yours. Soon, he gives in.

“Keep playing stupid if you want,” Jungkook proposes, hinting that he’ll back off for now. He shifts his position, making himself more comfortable. He then raises his hand and pats your head. You look up at him with the biggest eyes filled with wonder. Then, he tucks your hair behind your ears before cupping your face. Jungkook leans in and says, “but I’m done, ___. I need you to know and I need you to love me back.”

“Jungkook, I do love you—”

“___,”

“No, seriously—”

“Shut up.”

You’re just digging a deeper grave for yourself. He’s already getting embarrassed over this. He wasn’t even sure if he expected you to reciprocate or reply to his feelings.. He just needed to tell you.

“Listen to me—”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll do it,” he implies. “I’m serious.”

Do what? You’re beyond frustrated. Your blood pressure is probably through the roof right now. “I’m serious too! Jungkook, what if you’re feeling this way because—”

“I love you.”

“Jungkook—”

“I love you.”

You groan, “stop it! Jungkook, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he urges.

Frustrated, you pull away. “Jungkook—”

“Shut up.”

“Jungkook, you’re being mean,” you cry.

“Let me make it up to you then.”

And then it happens—everything stops. After such a hectic conversation, this was definitely a way to end it on a… Surprising note. You aren’t sure why or how but you shut your eyes and let it happen.

The world, in which you and Jungkook had made together, moves slowly as he leans in and kisses you for the first time.

#bts fic #jungkook fluff #jin angst #jinkook angst #jinkook fluff #jinkook x yn #jungkook x yn #jungkook f2l #jin fwb

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Signs of Love (F! HOH Reader x Toge Inumaki) VALENTINES SPECIAL

Fem HOH reader! x Toge

words in italic bold are signed!

Authors note: I personally am not not Hard Of Hearing, but I tried my best to write as realistically I can and I talked to an expert about how I can best go about writing this. But! she is an expert in ASL not JSL and all the signs I described were learned from youtube videos and google. I really hope that I described the actions in a way thats understandable to others since I never described a person signing before

Tags; @taeyamayang

word count: 3590 in total

Happy Valentines!

Also im prob gonna write a prequel at some point bc i lowkey went off script and made a paragraph a lot more detailed (and darker) than I wanted to for this upbeat fic, so if you enjoy this be on the lookout!

(translation bank I used lol) You wouldn’t think a large anthromorphic panda would be so hard to find. But, alas i’ve spent the last twenty minutes playing a very one sided game of tag and i’ve really had enough. “MAKI!” I call out to the green-ete, sparring on the field.

“Yeah?” she replies, looking my way.

Yuuta, took that as his chance to try to land a hit, but Maki, as if she read his mind quickly swept him out from under his feet and he landed in a cloud of dust and a resounding ‘oof!’

“Sorry to catch you at a bad time.” I apologize as I make it across the field to her. She shakes her head, “Nah, we’re finished.” she states as she dug her shoe into his chest. “Right?” Yuuta nods and taps out. I reach my hand out to pull him up. “You good?” He nods, finding balance again now that he’s upright. “I-” he wheezes, grasping his knees as he catches his breath. “I will be.” I clasp my hands together. “Well, im glad I caught you both, since I know you guys wouldn’t lie to me.” Maki raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t Yuuta lie about eating your leftover takeout the other day?” Yuuta pauses, before he nod’s guiltily . “But You can’t be upset with me! I bought you fresh takeout to make up for it and ice cream.”

“Exactly!” I agree. “But the thing is, Maki wouldn’t lie to me, cuz she doesn’t care enough to lie and would rather tell me straight up. You,” I point to him. “You can’t lie to me. It’s way too obvious, and besides it eats you up inside.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Well, I guess you got me there. But what did you want to ask?”

I sigh. “Why has Toge been ignoring me? Originally he was just flaking on his lessons, but now he seems to be actively avoiding me. Hell, even Panda is running away from me now. I try not to run away from my problems, but now they are actively running away from me, so...” I throw my hands in frustration. “Any ideas?”

“Oh he’s definitely ignoring you.” Maki confirms. “He basically tucked and rolled out of breakfast today when you walked in.”

“I KNEW I SAW HIM!” I exclaim. “Panda just said I was seeing things, then dipped when I started asking questions.” I side eye a panicked looking Yuuta. “Like you are trying to do now.” He gulps.

“I-im not, i just think Gojo-sensei is calling for me!”

I roll my eyes. “Just go.”

He awkwardly nods before he books it down the training field, cronching half dried snow leaving just Maki and I to grace the field.

“You know no one was actually calling for him, right?” Maki checks. I sigh. “Just like we all know Gojo’s currently on a mission.” I run my hands through my hair. “I’m too tired to press Yuuta on the details of whatever he’s hiding.”

“Emotionally or physically?”

“Both.”

I plop down on the stairs and groan. “I don’t even know what I did!” “I doubt you did anything.” she replies as she settles next to me. “Boys are dumb. That’s not anything new.” I flutter my lips. “Yeah, I know. I just thought he was special.”

Maki awkwardly pats my back. Shes never been quite good with affection in any way, but its good to see shes growing. “There, there.”

I chuckle. “That was hard for you, wasn’t it.”

“A little bit, yeah.” We share a laugh.

“Look, Y/n. Whatevers going on with Inumaki will blow over soon. You’re acting as if you guys aren’t attached to the hip 24/7. ‘looking like middle schoolers scribbling in that stupid notebook.” she kicks a stray pebble with her foot. “ Where is it anyway?” she asks. Shes referring to the Lisa Frank notebook we pass back and forth. It was originally for JSL notes, but then it kinda devolved into a book of memes, random notes and crude drawings of Gojo whenever we found him especially annoying. Maki and Panda have both voiced their disdain for it, but for very different reasons. Maki finds the cute and bright colors obnoxious while Panda finds the cartoon panda riding a surfboard offensive, for some odd reason, since ‘pandas don’t ride waves’. To my knowledge they don’t make bad jokes or fight curses either, but here we are. I sigh. “It’s in my room. The last time it was used he scribbled some sorry excuse why he can’t come to our JSL lesson. Maki’s eyebrows furrowed. “Wasn’t your last lesson like a week ago?” i nod. “ A week tomorrow.” She says something under her breath, too fast for me to read. I sigh. “Maki, you know I can’t hear people when they whisper like that.”

She shrugs me off. “It wasn’t anything important. Just saying that Inumaki is dumb. Screw him. Anyways, are you still having your lesson with him tommorrow?”

“Thats the plan. If he even shows up.” I mutter the last part under my breath.

Maki’s eyes gain a glint, one im all too familiar with. “So what do you plan on doing with him? All alone? In your room?” She breaks down every part slowly.

“Uh, study? Probably eat snacks and look at shitty memes. What we usually do. Why?”

She shrugs. “No reason. I was just wondering if you were gonna give him his homemade chocolates then in the confines of your room or when you are giving the others their store bought chocolate.”

I furrow my brows. “What are you talking about? Tomorows not..” my voice dies out as I check the date on my phone.

Feburary 13th.

The day before Valentines Day.

SHIT

“Shit, shit SHIT!” I cry, grabbing my things. “I need to finish making the choclate!”

Makki yells something in a retort but the only thing on my mind is the half finished chocolate bento in my room waiting to be filled with white chocolate onigiri and gummy takoyaki.

Toge was my first friend at the school. I was the new kid, the last of the five of us. I felt like every bond that could be made was already made between them and that there was no room for me. I mean I felt like that everywhere I went regardless, but when you are surrounded by powerful sorcerers and a freaking panda there’s not much a person can do to feel special. I didn’t come from a powerful bloodline or anything, I was just a girl with a cursed technique, and hell that doesn’t mean much when Maki can kick ass without one. I don’t think I spoke more than three words the first few weeks I was there, which threw off everyone, especially since Toge tended to speak leaps and bounds over me and his vocab was limited to rice ball ingredients. It also didn’t help that I kept to myself, despite Gojo’s constant encouragement ( and by that I mean nagging) to ‘be social, makes some friends, kiddo!’ The others all tried tried to be friendly in some way or another but Toge was the only one who was consistent despite me keeping him at arms length. He approached me when I was taking a hearing break, a time when the others wouldn’t attempt to bother me and usually gave me space. I was ready to brush him off when he did something unexpected. Using his left hand he made a turning motion against his left, then pointed at me before making a circling motion using both hands, then moving his right pointer finger to his cheek.

How are you doing today?

The motions were a bit awkward, but fluent enough to see that he practiced the motions a few times. He was signing. I immediately lit up and starting waving my hands in ways that probably didn’t even make up any coherent signs, based on the look of confusion in his eyes. I learned then that Toge only learned how to sign ‘how are you doing today’ five minutes prior when he saw me turn down my aides because he wanted to be able to communicate with me in a way I was comfortable with.

I can’t pinpoint it exactly, but i’m pretty sure that was the moment I fell in love with him.

Or at least knew that he was gonna be someone important in my life, but hey. I’m a jujitsu sorcer. What are we if not a tad dramatic sometimes. Have you met our teacher?

It was then that I soon found out how similar Toge and I are. Our cursed technique both involved our voices (he’s able to command others to do whatever he says, and I’m able to use a sonic scream to exorcise curses),and they both have the same drawback of having an extremely sore throat after using those techniques.

But the biggest challenge we share is how our cursed techniques have both impacted our ability to communicate traditionally. Mine took that privilege away when I was just a little girl, unaware of the ability nestled within me. His, was sealed away at birth, only to be used in dire time of need. We also both had adapted and grown despite these challenges. He can talk to othes using rice ball ingredients and I use a hearing aide to make up for the percentage of what I lost using my technique wildly. Most importantly we both are here to train to become powerful enough to make sure our techniques can never hurt ourselves and others. So maybe one day we could see them as gifts and not a curse. That realization is what pushed us to learn sign language fluently, something I was close to and he was definitely not. We wanted to make sure we could be most efficient in the field since rice ball ingredients can inky mean so many things and my aides can only help so much. Some days are going to be worse than others and we wanted to be prepared for that.

We also thought talking shit about people in front of them would be funny too, but mainly the first reason.

So every Tuesday afternoon since has been a designated JSL day, spent looking over notes and books we got from the library or my own personal collection. I’d say we have improved drastically since, despite how easly distracted we can both be. Especially Toge, he went from being a total beginner in JSL to being able to hold a converstatiion with little trouble. I couldn’t be more proud of him.

Well I technically could be.

I would be a lot more proud if he was actually here.

And hadnt blown me off.

Again.

ON VALENTINES DAY.

Y’know I would be less upset iif he left or note or something. But no. And he was suspiciously absent earlier this morning in class when I handed Panda and Yuuta their chocolates. Instead of getting complaints or teasing from them about how I decided to buy theirs compared to me spending hours making Toges, I got sympathetic looks instead.

No one directly said anything, but we all knew what they were thinking.

Poor Y/n.

I passed the point of me just moping around feeling sorry for myself. Theres only so much hiding away under the covers in self pity a person can do without going a little stir crazy.

So now?

Now i’m just pissed.

I was about to grab the nearest throw pillow to scream about how boys are stupid and how imma wring his platinum blonde ass, hoping I wouldn’t accidently overload it with cursed energy and tear apart my room (again) when i hear a shlick from under my door.

Slowly creeping towards the door I see that something was slid under the door.

A tiny, pocket notebook.

A tiny Lisa Frank notebook.

What the hell?

I flip the tiny notebook open to read;

Meet me at our spot? :)

Written in a glitter pen. My glitter pen he most likely stole. I scoff, rolling my eyes. Yeah, no. You don’t get to be all cute and shit after ghosting me. But then I move my thumb to find;

Please? I’ll explain everything :) :) :)

Damn. An excessive use of smiley faces. He must be desprate. I groan to myself. I was never gonna win that anyway. Toge has be under his thumb and I bet he knows it at this point.

I slide on my coat and shoes and head out the door.

Toge’s and I’s ‘spot’ was an abandoned gazebo on the other side of the school. We found it one day after running away from the consequences of our actions, or his actions to be exact. I’m not one for pranks, especially when it includes angering a giant panda. I don’t know why Toge thought it was a good idea to put itching powder in Pandas hairbrush (I didn’t know that Panda used a hairbrush either, but thats for another time), he’s seen him mad enough to rip a tree in two with just his hands (paws?). Whatever the case, Toge ripped me away from a peaceful convo with Yuuta with a hurried “Tuna!” and a grab (yank) of my hand. I was going to resist but I knew the thumping vibrations of a pissed off Panda when I feel them so and took that as a sign to run as fast as my feet could take me and chew out Toge later. My feet just so happened to take me

Here.

I carefully step down the beaten path. The dead and dried leafage I pushed past almost crumbled upon impact, a stark contrast to the fight they put up in the summer, scratching and ticking to our uniforms like we first found what would be our secret spot and hideaway from all the others and sometimes, the world itself.

As I snake down the path, avoiding larger sticks and pots of mud I see flickers of light leading me, calling me, to the gazebo

Stars? No, too bright.

Candles.

And by the looks of it, lots of them.

What is going on?

As I finally venture past the leafage my suspicions were confirmed. In front of me stood a beautiful ring of candles supported by a path leading me up the cricket old stairs into the heart of the gazebo that stood

Toge.

The candles highlighting his slightly tense body making him have an otherworldly glow, his hands grasping a bouquet of flowers.

“Toge? W-what the hell is all this?” I stammer, slowly making my way to him.

“Tuna.” he hands me the bouquet, well more like stiffly shoves into my hands

“For me?” I ask as I awkwardly grasp the bouquet. He nods.

Then he takes a deep breath in before using his pointer finger and thumb to lightly grasp the bridge of his nose, then placing the same hand diagonally acoss his face, pushing away from him.

I’m sorry.

He tries to keep my gaze, but his eyes keep fluttering away.

Is he.. Is he blushing?

I’ve really been an idiot.

He signs, moving his hand while opening his pointer and middle finger apart from each other.

I was just so nervous that somehow you would find out about this surprise, that I avoided you.

He’s signing so flawlessly, has he been practcing without me

You mean so much to me, I really just wanted to do something big and special for you, because you deserve everything and more.

Is.. Is this a confession? My heart beat picks up faster and faster by the minute. Time feels so fast, yet impossibly slow as he signs once more.

He stalls for a minute before moving his hans so fast that I could barely read them. Moving his two fingers in a swirling motion then pulling them down, Toge then rubs his right hand over his fist, multiple times.

I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

You see, in JSL, like Japanese, there are many ways to say I love you. To show love between friends, you bring your middle finger and thumb of your dominant hand and bring it your chest, closing them upon impact, bringing that hand down, then pointing at the person in question.

To confess to having feelings for another person, you point to yourself, before putting your pointer finger and thumb under your chin, then pointing to the person you are referring to.

But to show deep passionate love, you move your fingers in a swirling motion, pull them down before using that same hand to rub your fist.

Just what Toge was doing.

“You,” I start slowly. “You love me?” His cheeks lit up in flames.

“Bonito flakes!” My face falls for a split second before he shakes his head aggressively, “Salmon!”

I tilt my head in confusion. “What are you trying to say?

He grumbles,diving into his pocket to look at a crumpled piece of paper. I squint my eyes to get a better look the paper, the candles could only illuminate so much, but from what I could see Toge made a photocopy from the back of my JSL book, specifically the signs of love.

We haven’t went over that part yet, when did he learn this?

The page showed the three different ways a person could announce their love, shoving the page back into his pocket he tries again, starting the motions to confess, but I already knew what he meant.

He was about to put his fingers to his chin before I tackled him in a hug, flowers long forgotten. “Tuna!” he yelps, caught off guard, before settling into my touch.

“I understand.” I clarify, slowly unzipping his collar, “And,” I add, holding his pale cheek staring into his beautiful amethyst eyes.

“I love you, too.” I whisper, closing the distance.

Extra:

His lips were a bit chapped, but soft nonetheless and were gentle, almost shy against mine. His hand was about to move off my shoulder and to my chin before he stopped and pulled away quickly, his relaxed body stiffening into a fighting stance.

“Wha-” I say, still dazed from the kiss.

“Show yourself.” he demands to a seemingly harmless bush, his words dripping cursed energy.

Four heads then pop out of the bush in sync.

“Panda, you idiot, you got us caught!” Maki

“Me? No way! It was totally Yuuta. He’sthe one cryling like a baby!” Panda

“What! I sniffled ONCE! How are you souless monsters not tearing up?” Yuuta

“He’s right, that was quite beautiful. My beautiful students! They grow up so fast! And Gojo?!

“What the hell are you guys doing here!” I interrogate the four. God, where they watching the whole time? They had to have been, with half of them sporting smug faces (Maki and Gojo) and the other half embarrassed and guilty . “Who did you think planned this?” Maki retorts. My jaw drops. “B-but you said-”

“I didn’t say shit, you just assummed.” she corrects. “But you were right, I don’t like to lie and rather be honest. But I can keep a secret.” she winks. “I’m just the only one who isnt glaringly obvious.” she side eyes he others who look away bashfully. Except for Gojo, who pipes in with “Oh, I just found out myself while they were planning and couldn’t miss missing this beautiful declaration of love.” he wipes a invisible tear for dramatic effect even though he’s wearing a blindfold.. Weirdo. Maki ignores his statement, or doesn’t give it any thought as she adds; “I’m not gonna lie, watching you two pine and whine for each other was painful though, glad you guys finally did something about it.”

“i-It wasn’t that bad!”

“Yes, it was.” they all reply in unison, even Gojo, which garners a few weird looks.

“Hey! I’ve had to watch them give each other doe eyes in class for months!” he shares. “Why do you think I always placed them together on missions?”

“Um- Cause we work well together?” I intervene.

He shrugs. “You both work well with everyone, I was just doing the lord’s work.”

That then caused the other three to bicker and complain about who helped progress ‘their ship’ the most.

“Fish flakes…” Toge muttered. “Yeah.” I agree. “I can’t believe we associate with them.” “Salmon.”

“Whatever!” Maki shouts over the bickering. “Now that the work is done, no matter who helped,” she eyes the other three “lets just discuss whats most important.”

I tilt my head in confusion.

“How much you suckers owe me! Pay up, losers!”

A series of groans follow as each of them all pull out their wallets (don’t ask me where Panda got his from, I don’t know. He once pulled out a box of tissues from his fur, I stopped asking questions about what he can and can’t do after that.) “Wait a damn minute!” I exclaim. “You were betting on us?!”

“Hey, you should be thankful! I was the only one who said you would kiss him first!” she reveals, grabbing 2000 yen from each of the guys.

“Gojo?! You too?!”

He shrugs. “Toge, you really let me down. That was my daifuku money.” he reveals sadly.”

“Bonito flakes!” he retorts, eyebrow twitching.

I shake my head. “That is so disrespectful guys.” I state. “Welp, now that thats out of the way, Maki you better give me half.”

“MUSTARD LEAF?!”

#inumaki toge #inumaki x you #inumaki x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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