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ninadove · 1 year

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What is Miraculous’s self contradictory philosophy on consent?

This topic has been on my writing list for a while, and would probably be worth rewatching all 5 seasons and taking detailed notes! That being said, I think Ladybug’s reaction to the attempted kiss in “Felix” is a pretty good microcosm of the issue:

Unlike our heroine, we, the audience, know that this is just not true: as Chat Noir, Adrien crosses Ladybug’s boundaries on multiple occasions - including several attempts to kiss her, despite her obvious lack of enthusiasm.

So why is it that one undesired kiss makes us so uneasy, while others are easily written off as quirky?

The answer, of course, is that the plot itself wants us to root for Adrien; and, in order to prepare for future plot twists and revelations, be (at least temporarily) wary of Felix. Consent is a somewhat fluid concept in Miraculous; not out of maliciousness (at least I certainly hope so!), but because it serves a bigger narrative purpose.

Let's take a closer look at how the notion of consent is declined through two radically different character categories: on the one hand, our heroes; and on the other hand, our antagonists.

I. The Love Square: all’s fair in love and plot

Let’s start off our analysis with the obvious: the Love Square is meant to be. You know it, I know it, everyone is Paris knows it. Most importantly, the writers have known it since the beginning; and it is their job to sell us their romance, through compelling interactions.

Part of this effort was to make Chat Noir fall in love with Ladybug almost immediately, and be very forthcoming about his interest - something she rarely reciprocates during the first seasons, because if she did, the show would have ended years ago and I would not be writing this instead of loading the dishwasher like I’m supposed to. Chat Noir’s infatuation with the spotted heroine takes the form of many many many MANY flirty comments, outright love declarations and, on a couple of occasions, unwelcome kissing attempts.

It wouldn’t be fair to argue Ladybug is 100% closed off to his attempts. But as the seasons go by, and other scenaristic stakes build up, she does become more and more frustrated with them. To his credit, Chat knows when to back off when she expresses discomfort or states her love for “““another boy”””… But he is always quick to try his luck again, which in turns brings even more frustration, until Ladybug finally and rightfully snaps in S4.

Does that mean we, the public, see Chat Noir as a dangerous sociopath? Of course not. For the most part, we accept that his insistence is amusing at best, and harmlessly annoying at worst, because that’s what the show wants us to accept. Concretely, this gives a situation à la “Kuro Neko”: the episode defends the idea that Chat Noir’s imperfections, including his misguided and at times overbearing love for his partner, is a crucial part of what makes them such a good team.

And let’s not forget Marinette herself! While several members of the Girl Gang (namely Alya) routinely and jokingly call her out on her stalking, we mainly get to reflect on how this affects her - not her clueless crush. Her obsession is always always framed as embarrassing, funny, and even cute - classic teenage girl behaviour, am I right ladies?

So, there’s clearly a double standard between genders, which is also true with the antagonists - but it is only a secondary concern of mine. What matters most is that we accept Chat and Marinette’s behaviour, or more precisely this framing of their behaviour by the scenario, for two main reasons:

Because they’re our heroes, and although they are flawed, they can’t be too bad!

Because the romantic endgame we all know is coming “justifies” their actions. If these two are meant to be together, does it really matter if they mess up along the way?

This second point is best exemplified by the contrast between how we perceive consent when it applies to the Love Square, and how we perceive it when it comes to Adrigami / Kagadrien.

Having accepted her mother’s expectations, Kagami sees a future with Adrien and is therefore trying to push the relationship in this direction; she is not afraid to take the lead and generally does so through physical touch, attempting to kiss him before he’s ready and manually correcting his posture when sketching him.

Is Kagami crossing a few lines here? Sure. But it’s nothing a teenager wouldn’t do, and she is a lot less persistent than Chat. Yet we can’t help but notice and sympathise with Adrien’s unease. We perceive Kagami’s behaviour and the reaction it elicits differently not because she is a bad person, but because she is but a secondary love interest - a temporary distraction from the grand love story we’ve been invested in since the beginning. We have no trouble accepting the message the writers are sending us through these interactions: Kagadrien is not a toxic or abusive ship, it’s just not going to work out.

II. The Antagonists: Red flags and black marks

In many ways, love and intimacy are driving forces of Miraculous’ plot. After all, isn’t it grief over the loss of a spouse that started this whole debacle?

The heroes we root for on the battlefield are the same dumb teenagers we desperately want to see smooch, and so naturally, we start to equate morality and romance. For the writing team, this is a great tool to make heroes easily identifiable and, conversely, signal to the audience that a new antagonist has joined the chat. This phenomenon can be observed from the very first episodes, and is best embodied by a character we all know and… Uh… Definitely feel some type of way about.

Let’s not tip-toe around the issue: Chloé, at least in the early seasons, is a typical mean girl. She is a bully, a pretentious and spoiled kid, and generally rude to everyone around her. But do you know what her worst crime is? She has the absolute nerve to be in love with Adrien!

Chloé might be responsible for half of the Paris akumatisations so far, but it would be incorrect to state Marinette dislikes her purely because of her nastiness. Their personal rivalry over the prettiest boy in school is central to their original conflict, and plays a key role in shaping our initial understanding of Chloé’s part as a minor antagonist. When the show repeatedly has her throwing herself at Adrien, calling him by aggravating nicknames, and plotting to eliminate her pig-tailed competition, it isn’t trying to establish her as a viable romantic option; rather, it uses her disrespect for Adrien’s individuality and personal space to reinforce our conviction that she is bad news, and strengthen our sympathy towards Marinette at the same time.

In the grand scheme of things, however, Chloé isn’t a huge threat to our heroes. The real issue comes with the introduction of a major antagonist, one that has the motivation and brain cells to do some actual damage (take some notes, Hawkmoth).

Felix’s debut episode is… Well, to be fair, I think it is brilliant in a lot of ways! Once you shine the Sentimonster light on his “gratuitous” and “petty” shenanigans, they take on a much deeper and more interesting meaning. But this introduction certainly doesn’t do Felix any favours from a moral standpoint, and that is absolutely done on purpose: these 20 minutes are jam-packed with information aiming to convince us, the audience, that this boy Absolutely 100% Cannot Be Trusted, so that we don’t fall off our chairs when the “Strikeback” fiasco happens. And what better way is there to make us uncomfortable than having him basically molest our heroine on screen?

Seriously, look at the way this scene is composed. The creepy look in his eyes, Ladybug literally having her back against the wall, the music, everything. None of the other instances we mentioned throughout this analysis get this tense. Even younger viewers, who might not necessarily understand what is at play here, instinctively know that this is as bad as it gets.

And you know what? This would be fair if Felix was meant to be this awful, terrible, psychopathic villain that kicks grandmas down the stairs and eats puppies for breakfast. But he isn’t, and that’s where you lose your audience.

By the end of S5 (or the middle… these releases are getting confusing), we are invited to look at Felix not as a dangerous, hardened criminal, but as a kid fighting tooth and nail to free his fellow Sentimonsters and himself from an oppressive authority that wants them dead or under total control. This explanation makes him sympathetic to us; his conflicting feelings about his own actions make him a prime candidate for a redemption arc; and his true personality, which shines through his crush on Kagami and his impromptu musical number, make him an endearing character. So, we can all agree to like him now, right?

WRONG. Just because we understand the message S5 is trying to convey doesn’t mean we don’t remember what happened in S3, back when presenting Felix as an antagonist took priority over preparing his redemption arc. Many people still have, and will always have, major issues with his character because of this one scene and the very raw emotional response it successfully elicited. I, for one, adore Felix; but I completely understand how others may have trouble believing that he is genuinely fighting for freedom and bodily autonomy, given how quick he was to disregard Ladybug’s. They have every right to feel that way and, if I’m being honest, the writing team kind of did it to itself.

Closing thoughts

Like I said in the opening, I am sure there are many other situations to delve into, characters to psychoanalyse, and ways to interpret the examples I mentioned. An exhaustive essay would take pages and pages, and this is already way too long as it is, so let’s wrap up with a few personal impressions:

Is Miraculous bad / problematic / worth canceling over these scenaristic decisions?

The answer is no, obviously. Trying to overly sanitise kids’ shows is a dangerous slippery slope that has led to the cancellation of some of my personal favourite gems for “““arbitrary””” reasons (everyone involved with canceling The Owl House is on my personal hit list). But I do think it is important to take in stories with your critical brain turned on, and be aware of some of the messages they might be trying to convey.

In this case, Miraculous writers are less interested in consent as a real-life issue than they are in what it can do for their show, scenaristically and thematically. It doesn’t make them evil, but it does make for a contradictory, and at times uncomfortable, final product.

2. Does that mean any of these characters are horrible monsters that should be burnt at the stake?

Of course not! They are dumb 14-year-olds just starting to navigate life and love. Whatever problematic behaviour they’re exhibiting now is just par for the course: they will grow out of it. In fact, they are already starting to grow out of it, with some help from the plot and a chair:

Ultimately, what matters most is not where a character starts from; it is how they learn from their mistakes and grow into a better person.

I am hopeful that all 4 of them are going in the right direction. Chloé is unlikely to make any progress given how Thomas Astruc feels about her, but hey, everything’s possible.

So, here you go, Anon! I hope this has been an interesting read and worth the wait!

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gamesception · 11 months

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lets read rgu chapter 12

I’ve been told that this version of Juri is the originally intended version of the character? And while I don’t think the person who said that was lying or anything, it’s still kind of hard to believe. Partially because there seems to be a lot of misinformation going around about this series - a lot of folks online seem to think that the manga - the entire manga - came first and the anime was an adaptation from that, which my initial research says is not the case. Partially because that bit of research also gave me the impression that Ikuhara wasn’t very forthcoming with anyone during the production regarding the overall direction of the story. I’m not sure I would buy anyone’s account of what the original vision for Utena’s story was “supposed to be” other than Ikuhara, and possibly not even his.

I could easily see how we could go from anime Juri to this - ie, Ikuhara had an idea for the character that he knew would be controversial so he kept it close to his chest and didn’t tell anyone for as long as possible, leaving Saito with a character design but no character that might as well just be slotted in as a romantic rival for Touga’s affections in a manga story that is at least presenting itself more as an Utena/Touga romance. On the other hand, if manga juri was genuinely the initial intent by everyone, including Ikuhara, from the very beginning, I have a hard time seeing how the pivot from this to anime Juri happened mid production.

I mean, that would take some kind of miracle.

Setting aside other versions of her character - hypothetical or realized - manga Juri is a purely physical threat. She doesn’t have a compelling motivation to relate to, she doesn’t present a significant thematic challenge to Utena’s worldview or princely ambitions. She’s just someone who is good at sword fighting - a fact that the still image format of the manga can /tell/ us, but can’t convincingly /show/. The duel panels are very pretty, but don’t really convey a great sense of danger or difficulty than those with Saionji. And Juri’s supposed unbeatable fencing skill is pretty significantly undermined when just a couple pages into the fight Utena calls down the power of Dios...

and then Utena just wins. effortlessly.

Another unfortunate thing I’m just now realizing is that with Juri having the one sided crush on Touga and being a bitter and jealous antagonist over it, there’s not much left for Nanami to do when she’s introduced....

only she’s probably not going to be introduced, is she? I mean, the dissolving dress party prank thing didn’t happen, we haven’t seen or mentioned her yet, the manga probably doesn’t have time for comedy side episodes... Anime’s best worst girl just doesn’t appear in this comic at all, does she?

Another of my favorite characters missing entirely from this version of the story.

Anyway, Utena tries to ask Touga if he’s the prince who saved her as a child, but can’t quite bring herself to do it.

The next day she’s still distracted thinking about it, throwing off her archery game, though we do get a cute moment of Wakaba cheering her on, so that’s nice.

Afterwords Miki approaches Utena to talk about Juri and Touga. He feels bad for Juri, and wants to go talk to Touga about it. sure I guess.

Touga’s dorm is a mansion for some reason. That’s kind of funny. I’m not sure why they’re coming here if he’s supposed to still be in the clinic?

They break into Touga’s house using a spare key, and I’m still not sure why, or what they’re doing here. I mean, I know what Utena’s doing here - she’s snooping around to find out if Touga’s her prince. Manga Utena is significantly more concerned about that then anime Utena.

Ok, so Miki’s snooping around because he thinks Touga’s up to something and has been in communication with EotW instead of just receiving letters from them. At least I get what they’re trying to do, though not why he invited Utena on the spying mission.

Utena finda a picture of Touga and Nanami (forshadowing a future character introduction? Am I wrong about her being completely absent?), mentions how she always wanted a sibling. Miki starts to open up about whatever the manga version of his deal is when they hear someone else in the building and rush to hide.

A couple pages are out of order in the scan here, which caused a fair bit of confusion, but basically they rush to hide in a cupboard, but it turns out to be a secret door to Touga’s wizard sanctum.

And that’s where the chapter ends.

I don’t know. It’s hard to be super invested in the rose magic wizard mystery when I feel like I mostly know what’s going on already from having watched the anime - even if there’s more detail on that side of things in the manga, where as the interpersonal character stuff - the stuff that stays compelling to me even if I already know it - is largely absent in this rendition.

I wasn’t expecting to like the manga as much as the anime going in, but even so I’m still pretty disappointed. It’s not incompetently crafted by any means, it still looks good, and some bits even look better than the anime version, but still.

But hey, maybe they’ll do something with the star signs business, and I’ll be able to make some homestuck jokes?

#rgu #revolutionary girl utena #sception reads rgu #sorry if this one comes across as bitter or disinterested #still dealing with my disappointment over manga juri #i'll get over it

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 month

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hiii! nix here! i saw that you opened your ask box, but i don’t have any requests just yet, so i thought i’d just chat with you instead. i did mention before how your match-up made me consider self-shipping (and you’re so great at promoting it, too). since you are sho-chan and i’s biggest shipper so far, i’ve decided to share some of the self-shipping headcanons i’ve come up with over time, just to supplement the headcanons you did for me. feel free to ignore this if you find this tedious, but here they are:

i’m actually a night owl, so there might have been some misinterpretations of a piece of information i previously gave you (which is totally fine!). whenever i go out with my friends at night, i tend to head home early, but then i spend the rest of the night lying in bed, glued to my phone, until it’s 3 or 4 a.m.—or until the sun starts to rise. like shoichi, i can get myself up early if i have to, so i’m used to getting only 2 to 4 hours of sleep whenever i have morning classes. not gonna lie, i’m a little scared that it will eventually take a toll on my body. shoichi’s also concerned about that, but i suppose he doesn’t have much room to comment since he’s also a night person himself 🤣 we’re both the same in a way that we find joy in the peacefulness of doing our own things while everyone else in the world is asleep.

my mom can basically whip up anything in the kitchen, and i wouldn’t trade her homemade dishes for any restaurant food. i could see her letting shoichi try most of her culinary creations, and she’d always invite him to any of our family occasions where her food was served. on the other hand, my dad is also a huge guitar enthusiast, so i can envision him and shoichi finding common ground and enjoying conversations, despite being quite different in many other aspects.

shoichi doesn’t really hang out with my two best friends. sure, they do get along well, and my friends have a high regard for him—after all, they know sho-chan fits my ideal type and support him as my boyfriend. however, whenever i’m with them, shoichi understands that i need my time with my girls. he wouldn’t be bothering me at all or demanding my attention, but i still make sure to let him know where i’d be and what i’d be up to with my friends so that he wouldn’t get worried.

i’m quite a picky eater (i don’t know why i forgot to mention that), so whenever sho-chan and i go out to eat, i’ll mostly end up passing the stuff i don’t like (e.g., pickles, tomatoes, eggs) from my food to his plate, and i think that’s something he’s gonna put up with for the rest of his life. sorry, sho-chan.

whenever i’m being introduced to a new board game, i struggle to pay attention during the instructions part (and those board games that involve using strategy? god, i’m so dumb at them!). you mentioned sho-chan being into dungeons & dragons, but i had no idea about the game itself, so when i looked it up on the internet and saw some pictures, i immediately thought, “oh my god, that looks complicated.” 🤣 but for shoichi, i’ll definitely give it a try. i hope he doesn’t mind me looking at him with bedroom eyes while he’s explaining the rules because he’s just so nerdy and enthusiastic about it that i find it cute 🙈

i tend to suffer from hyperacidity, which is triggered when i skip meals or indulge too much in carbonated drinks. it’s quite a hassle, but i never seem to learn my lesson. i could be stubborn as hell, so shoichi sometimes scolds me if he catches me holding my second can of cola. that’s also the reason why he brings travel-size tums in his bag whenever he’s with me because he knows it’s my lifeline sdfhjksdafk

my college course sometimes requires us to perform return demonstrations for specific medical procedures—for example, intramuscular injections, inserting intravenous lines, and such—and shoichi lets me practice on him for those because my brothers flat-out refused (those poor things chose to miss out on the opportunity of becoming my lab rats ☹️). sho-chan does his best to play the role of a patient, even though he’s so awkward and tense, and we often end up stealing kisses from each other in the middle of it. but i’m truly grateful to him. one day, if things go well for me, he’ll be one of the reasons i make it through this hell of a degree (especially since i’ll be graduating next year, and nothing could make me happier).

of course, it goes without saying i’ll do my best to support him with his studies if he requires my help, even if my knowledge is mostly limited to general or medical-related topics rather than those specific to his courses.

i can see sho-chan being roped into my hobbies. occasionally, in the dead of night, i have this thing of trying on some not-so-modest dresses from my closet that i’d probably never wear out and playing around with makeup just to snap a few photos before wiping it all off. shoichi, albeit reluctantly, becomes my makeup practice dummy (he's only cooperative when i promise not to share his photos with akiko). i’m a woman of my word, of course 😉

i actually got my driver’s license last month, so i’m looking forward to having road trips with him as we sing our hearts out to our favorite songs, and then maybe we could hit the beach or go on a camping trip. i see it as a brief escape from our academic obligations for even just a couple of days.

i’m sorry that it’s long, and thanks for taking the time to read it 🧸🧁⭐️

Yay! Hey Nix! It’s always such a treat to see you in the ask box and thank you for stopping by to chat with me 😊 It makes me really happy and I’m so glad that you’ve been having fun with the self-shipping. It’s really flattering that you think I’m great at promoting it too; I really do try hard to promote anything considered too ‘cringe’ in fandom, since I really feel very passionate about fandom being a safe place where you can be happy doing whatever, without having to worry about whether you’re being ‘cool’ enough to fit into the fandom spaces or if you’ll be teased for this or that. ‘Cringe’ is dead to me, as is gatekeeping or anything else that actively keeps people from fully enjoying something that is meant to be relaxing and fun for everyone. I definitely was so happy to read these to because I am for sure such a fan of this ship! I love all of my reader’s ship, but you and Sho-chan? Just perfect together! These weren’t tedious at all!

I love the idea of you and Shoichi both being night hours and him being worried about you not sleeping enough, but not being able to say anything because like…he’s the same. I can see late night texts to each other definitely being a thing between the two of you, haha, though Mama Bear on this side encourages both of you to get some sleep! Sleep is essential (this is definitely a do as I say, not as I do, but my Zopiclone got taken away because it interferes with another of my pills and that was the only surefire thing that helped my insomnia) and you both deserve it! Though I definitely relate to feeling at peace because the rest of the world is off and sleeping so everything’s quiet and lovely and you get to feel like you’re the only one in the world for a little bit so like, that sentence very much resonated with me.

Your mom is amazing to me, honestly! So much kudos to her because I am not the best chef and I think Shoichi would love getting all that homecooked food. While he loves his mom, cooking was never her real strong suit, so your mom might actually succeed in fattening up a bit. Despite you saying they’re really different in a lot of aspects, I can definitely see him and your dad bonding over guitars and music and general and Shoichi makes friends with your dad, for sure! He might actually really look forward to visiting your home (of course because he loves you and every chance to spend time with you is precious to him) but also just to talk to and chill with your dad! I also fully agree that Sho gives you all the space you need to hang out with your friends and I can see him hanging out with the friends that you’re not really super-close to and you being the same with him. He really would appreciate the fact that you even think to let him know where you are and what you’re up to though, just so he doesn’t worry about you.

Sho would actually be super into the fact that you try so hard to learn D&D for him but he’s quick to realize that you have trouble with the really complicated rules of the game, so I think he convinces the group he plays with (him, Spanner, Gokudera, Byakuran, Chikusa, Haru, Longchamp, Fran, Reborn, and sometimes Dino) to run a one-night more simple, one page tabletop rpg campaign that will be a lot easier for you. I’m thinking something like Himbo Treasure Hunt or something silly and fun like that. (Also, yeah, D&D can definitely be complicated, especially depending on how strict your DM is about all the rules and such…the only game I’ve met that was worse in terms of all the rules you have to learn and all the things you have to keep track of was Magic: The Gathering).

Sho not only carries travel-sized Tums with him everywhere, but when your hyperacidity acts up really bad, I think he eventually starts sharing his stomach pills with you because I definitely believe that boy has stomach pills and definitely has a bleeding ulcer by the time Choice rolls around in the future arc. Note because I work in pharmaceuticals and feel it must be said– please don’t share your prescriptions with people. He’s also more than happy to eat all the food you don’t like for you, especially the eggs. (Side note but you don’t know how happy it made me to learn someone else out there hates eggs too because I get treated like a freak for hating them.) Him being treated as your patient for your demonstrations…that he had to get used to at first but he’s so happy to be able to do something to support you and he’s getting paid in kisses, so he actually might feel like he’s winning there. Same with being used as a guinea pig for you playing around with make-up. He gets to see you in those not so modest dresses after all, so who’s really winning there? Him. He feels it’s definitely him, though please never, ever share those photos, the poor boy would die!

Aww, I just honestly loved everything you typed and shared and just, it put a huge smile on my face so thanks again for sharing!!

#i ship this so hard #sho/nix #ah you don't know how happy my friend's self-ships make me #thank you so much

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yoncevevo · 11 months

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I just woke up from one of the sweetest dreams I’ve ever had. In it, I saw one of the most lovely women I’ve ever met to date! There was also a portion of the dream where I met a really nice Samoan boy from where I’m from back in Compton. He was cute, funny and very concerned with my well being. It was a really sweet dream, but now I’m left feeling a certain type of way. I’ve recently adopted this mindset that we fight to find things that make our lives make sense because we were born with so many opposites against our natural soul’s rhythm. To explain this further, I believe I was supposed to be born a girl. That doesn’t mean I’m not supposed to be a feminine boy in this life, but I think I would’ve been more comfortable with the attention I get, the feelings I have for the same (opposite in this case) sex and just so much more if I was a girl. I remember at the early age of 4 or 5 when my Mom flat out asked if I wanted to be a girl and I said “yes!” Recent events have shown that she’s never forgotten that day and has even been secretly rooting for me to start transitioning, but that’s not what I meant back then. What I meant at that age wasn’t that I was uncomfortable in the body I was born in and wanted to dress like a girl, what I meant was I wanted to be *respected* like a girl in my daily life. My desire to be treated like a girl was never fueled by self-hate or gender confusion (no matter how the other kids and adults made it seem), but rather the desire to change society’s embedded expectations on gender itself. “If you want to be treated like a girl, look like one!” That’s what I’d expect to hear from someone I’d try explaining this to but even that proves a dangerous point. If I transitioned, that wouldn’t make me a girl, that would make me a boy who got surgery to pass in society as a girl and that within itself says a lot of things that I simply do not stand for. There’s definitely a term in before the stage of trans-ness which in my case, happens to be feminine male. I think this label needs to be respected for what it is because I’ve fought for too long and too loud to be heard with this voice (high, soft AND GIRLY AS FUCK) and strutted too fucking hard in this body to not be respected as a human being (a FEMININE-MALE Human Being) with emotions. In recent years, The World’s outcry to people who *”struggle”* to accept their identity, not because they’re uncomfortable within themselves, but uncomfortable with the parameters society has set to be recognized for what you know in your soul to be your truth.*TO ME*, transitioning will always be code for: go through a bunch of surgeries (excessive pain) to prove to the world why you, a Man, deserves to be recognized as a She in public. Instead of this gender-redefining moment that’s meant to be celebrated while the world secretly covets the fact that it made you confirm something that is already confirmed by the Law of Nature WITHOUT harmful surgery. This is also assuming that the people who would be calling you She believe in all good things for everyone ever which simply is never the case, so the pronouns people call me don’t really matter any fucking way. At my default position, I’m going to be defensive in all matter when it comes to stuff like this because I feel like I’m one of the only ones who can see something like this coming, ONLY because of my personal experiences in life. So I’m always gonna be defensive of my gay children, boys OR girls! Anyway, in closing, gender, sexuality are all personal, private matters that shouldn’t always be in everyday conversation. Especially when the people around you are incapable of receiving what’s on your heart about it because they have never and will never know this everyday battle 😄🙂

#a biiiig vent sesh!#I’m sharing a lot of things that are on my heart so please don’t call me some dumb shit like a transphobe 😑

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bookofmirth · 2 years

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ok i think it’s time to talk about the internalised misogyny that sjm has when it comes to writing acotar women but honestly i’m not even sure if internalised misogyny is the write term for it, maybe for like sarah janet’s internalised male supremacy or something

anyway in my opinion when sjm writes a series it’s super clear she gets attached to one character and then puts them on a pedestal. in tog, it was aelin. in cc, it’s bryce and you might think that in acotar it’s feyre but actually it’s rhys lol

anyway in acotar for some very odd reason sjm has the archeron sisters ALWAYS be inferior to their love interest. feyre is powerful but we literally BARELY see her power when she’s the mc. even throughout acosf rhysands power is always mentioned and sjm goes on for paragraphs about how powerful he is. ok we get it but i want to see feyre also. rhys is a high lord so obviously feyre is a high lady. but she isn’t as educated as rhys so she’s obviously not as good politically. but sjm has feyre paint on the side but it’s seen as a cute little hobby and she has her decorate houses and throw dinners while rhys in acosf is seen tending to court matters and it’s so annoying

nesta is supposed to be this uber powerful girl. but she’s never more powerful than rhys and in acosf she has her powers taken away and instead put on cassian’s level of being a warrior. but obviously she’s not as good as him and will probably never be so now she’s inferior to him. it’s hinted that she’s going to be a general when she’s literally never had any interest in fighting or being a general. she’s an introvert so it doesn’t even make sense to give her a job where she has to be around people and interact with them all the time. but she’s gonna be a general bec cassian is her mate and he’s a general the same way feyre is a high lady bec rhys is her mate and he’s a high lord

and even though we don’t know whether it’s going to be gwynriel or elriel we’re still getting headcanons from the fandom about gwyn and elain being spies because .. azriel is a spy. IT DRIVES ME CRAZY. like the archeron sisters and their careers being what their love interest career is so irritating to me

i think in general the archeron sisters are very much so stripped of their independence at this point in the series. feyre’s house, job, friends and entire life im velaris is given to her by rhys. obviously they’re never going to break up or anything but still. we see how easy rhys can control her life in acosf and how rhys controls what everyone can and can’t tell her in acosf. it’s low key concerning that rhys has this much power over such an important thing in feyre’s life.

same with nesta. she has no powers, no job or income, a house that’s given fo her by rhys that she can’t get out of by herself. she completely relies on rhys and cassian to provide for her. and honestly same with elain. she relies on rhys to provide for her. her house, her money, her clothes.

i know i could be reaching but seeing the archeron sisters so dependant on men just really irritates me. like can they have some independence? some money of their own. i’m crying in the club thinking of nesta having to ask cassian for money everytime she wants to go do something or go buy something and literally needing to ask someone to get her out of the house. obviously she’s been dependant on people for a long time but i really expected nesta to gain some independence and make a life for herself where she didn’t depend on anyone in acosf. but again i feel like this ties into sjm being very biased towards rhys and needing him to be in the center of everything. even though i don’t think she realises she’s doing it. a book where nesta or elain go out and find a court they love? never. i don’t think sjm could have another court even compare to velaris lol

anyway sorry about the rant but the sisters deserve so much better than their lives and futures being decided on because of who their love interests are

So regarding Feyre's power when she is still the MC, I'd argue that's not so much that Feyre doesn't have much power, so much as it's a result of SJM really half-assing that part of her worldbuilding. The magic doesn't make sense and has no logic, so of course we're only going to see Feyre use it when it's relevant to moving the plot forward (e.g., saving the Rainbow). The magic system isn't developed enough for us to really see or understand how "powerful" Feyre is (or Nesta for that matter, or Mor, etc.)

but obviously she’s not as good as him and will probably never be so now she’s inferior to him. it’s hinted that she’s going to be a general when she’s literally never had any interest in fighting or being a general. she’s an introvert so it doesn’t even make sense to give her a job where she has to be around people and interact with them all the time.

I'm not sure what you mean by Nesta not being as good as Cassian. She's not Carynthian only because she stayed behind to save Emerie and Gwyn, not because she wasn't capable.

IMO Nesta leading the Valkyries is very different from being general of a masculine-led army that already exists and has a history of misogyny and excluding women. That's what I like about how her story went in acosf - Nesta defined what her life would be (she doesn't value the same things fae do, despite being one) and what counts as success for her (not being Orestian), and created something else for herself. A lot of feminisms believe that overthrowing current systems is the only way to achieve equity, and that's how Nesta's story went in a miniaturized version. She rejected fae values to create her own. I think that's the definition of making a life for herself.

Does Nesta rely on Cassian or others for money? She could sell Windhaven - not that she would - but she is a property owner so it's not like she's destitute.

I think we need to rethink how power looks in the acotar world (and honestly in the real world) because money isn't the end-all-be-all, so I don't understand arguments that talk about the Archerons being financially dependent. Feyre kept that family alive and fed for years. She's got all those magic powers and a lot of social capital because her people love her. Nesta has her powers, the Valkyries, titles. Money isn't the only thing that gives people power or allows them autonomy.

I definitely think that sjm has a brand of feminism that's very much White Girlboss, so on a general level I agree that she has some issues with her feminism. I just don't see how we can argue that Feyre or Nesta are in any way weak or disadvantaged.

#acosf #acotar #ask #anon

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Otoya Ittoki - September

Translator: Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

Proofreader: Raz (twitter: agnadance)

Editor: Terry (twitter: turtlemudge)

September – Suddenly, melancholia

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Our delightful summer vacation has come to an end and the second semester has begun.

Today, instead of following the usual class schedule, half the day will be dedicated to physical exams.

Tomochika Shibuya: Haaa… finally finished.

Haruka Nanami: Good morning, Tomo-chan. Huh? I thought everyone was supposed to show up for the physical exam in their swimsuits….

Tomochika Shibuya: Oh, well, I’m a member of the health committee. I finished everything in advance and got changed. I didn’t want to have to take measurements in my swimsuit.

Haruka Nanami:I see, so that’s why you were up early this morning, huh?

Tomochika Shibuya: Mmhmm.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Good morning. Nice weather we’re having today, isn't it?

Masato Hijirikawa: ….

Haruka Nanami: Good morning.

Masato Hijirikawa: … Morning.

Tomochika Shibuya: Mornin’! Ah, Masayan, your face is kinda red, something wrong?

Masato Hijirikawa: … Is it? No, I don’t think it is….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Come to think of it, you’ve been looking down ever since we left the room. Are you feeling sick?

Haruka Nanami: … Oh no! You should see a doctor right away!

Masato Hijirikawa: No, I am perfectly healthy. Besides, physical exams are today. There’s no need for me to see a doctor.

Haruka Nanami: In that case, I guess it’s fine….

Hijirikawa-sama hasn’t made eye contact with me ever since he arrived. I wonder if I’ve done something to offend him.

Otoya Ittoki: Mornin’! Haruka! Cute swimsuit. … Huh? Tomochika’s in her uniform.

Tomochika Shibuya: Yeah, because I’m on the health committee. Mm? Unless… maybe you were looking forward to catching a glimpse? That’s too bad.

Tomochika Shibuya: … Wait, hang on a minute. Just now, didn’t you call her by her name? When did you guys get so close…?

Haruka Nanami: Eh… ah… that’s….

Otoya Ittoki: Close…. I dunno if I’d say that. I’m just saying her name.

Masato Hijirikawa: … Indeed. There’s nothing wrong with deepening your relationship with your partner.

Natsuki Shinomiya: How wonderful…! Your name. Can I call you that as well?

Haruka Nanami: Um… ah… well….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe. I’m teasing. Having someone use your first name is special, isn’t it?

Haruka Nanami: No, um….

Select the phrase!

Otoya Ittoki: Agh! Enough of this talk! Alright, case closed.

Tomochika Shibuya: There you go getting all bashful again. Ah, speaking of being bashful…. Just a moment ago, Masayan’s face was bright red too, wasn’t it?

Masato Hijirikawa: Hrgh….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Not only just a moment ago, it’s red right now. … Ah, I see. He’s embarrassed because of how cute she looks in her bathing suit.

Masato Hijirikawa:

…!! ….

Hijirikawa-sama blushes deeply and looks away.

Tomochika Shibuya: Could it be… Masayan also has a crush on this girl?

Masato Hijirikawa: Absolutely not! What could have possibly led you to such an assumption?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Eh? Is it different for you, Masato-kun? I like her a lot.

Masato Hijirikawa: … I’ve been saying as much from the start. Of course, it’s not like I dislike her, either.

Tomochika Shibuya: Hoho, it’s a love square, then? So popular, Haruka.

Haruka Nanami: Eh… no… that’s… not true….

Masato Hijirikawa: Haven’t I already said that you’re mistaken?

Masato Hijirikawa: Frankly, the fact that we’re required to wear swimsuits for a physical exam is strange in itself. If we could only wear jerseys, this would not be an issue….

Masato Hijirikawa: … Really. Why does such a rule even exist?

Then, the next moment…

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa~!

… the school principal appears by kicking in the classroom window with a crash.

Shining Saotome: Allow me to explaaain!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, Saotome-sensei. Huh? But I thought we were on the third floor…?

Masato Hijirikawa: Don’t bother questioning it. That man is a being beyond human comprehension.

Masato Hijirikawa: Besides that, I’m more concerned about the broken glass. Should we clean it up before someone injures themselves?

Shining Saotome: NON NON! Never mind about the glass. I’m certain Ryuya-san will deal with it one way or another. That aside!

Shining Saotome: I will answer the question from just a moment ago! Regarding swimsuits, the reason is….

Otoya Ittoki: The reason is…?

Shining Saotome: Becaaause it is more fun that waaay!

Otoya Ittoki: The heck kind of reason is that?!

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa~! That’s not aaall, of cour-ourse! Hmmm~!

Shining Saotome: …!!

Shining Saotome: Idols are in the public eye at all times! The idea of anything like a “private life” is nonexistent to them! Therefore!

Shining Saotome: It is necessary to have the courage and determination to continuously lay oneself bare, body and soul!

Shining Saotome: Overcome any shyness you have by walking around the school in just a swimsuit!

Tomochika Shibuya: For some reason, when you say it that way, it sounds reasonable, but you definitely just came up with that.

Haruka Nanami: Ahaha….

Shining Saotome: Which meeeans! MISTER Ittoki, your physical exam will be personally conducted by meee!

Otoya Ittoki: Huh? Why me? How does anything you just said relate to that?

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa~! There is no need to be shyyy! The bond of friendship levels UP through bare skin!

Otoya Ittoki: Eh… ah, wait! Somebody help m—

Without further ado, the principal grabs Ittoki-kun and, carrying him under his arm, leaps out the window.

Ah, Ittoki-kun…! … Do your best!

Masato Hijirikawa: Principal… What in the world does he mean to do, taking Ittoki away like that…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: I believe Saotome-sensei has a medical license, so I’m sure he’ll be just fine.

Haruka Nanami: I see… though I wish that I also could have the honor of having the principal perform my health exam.

Tomochikia Shibuya: Eh?! Haruka, do you really mean that?

Haruka Nanami: Eh…? Why wouldn't I?

Tomochika Shibuya: No…. It’s fine but…. I’m beginning to pity Otoya a little.

Pity? Why is that?

Afterward, Ittoki-kun doesn’t return until everyone has completed their physical exams.

Otoya Ittoki: ….

Ah, Ittoki-kun’s back. But… he seems listless somehow.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Otoya… kun? What’s the matter? You seem depressed.

Masato Hijirikawa: Did the principal do something to you after all?

Otoya Ittoki: Nothing happened, but…. … Sorry. It’s nothing. I’m just a little tired.

Otoya Ittoki: I’m fine, really.

He may say that, but Ittoki-kun’s complexion is quite pale.

Natsuki Shinomiya: ….

Masato Hijirikawa: ….

Even though Ittoki-kun is suffering, I feel like I can’t do anything to help him. I can’t even think of anything to say.

⁂

Ever since the physical exams, Ittoki-kun often seems troubled and pensive.

His complexion is even worse than before, too….

I hope he’s alright….

Haruka Nanami: U-um… Ittoki-kun, are you okay?

But, whenever I ask him about it…

Otoya Ittoki: Hm? What? I’m totally fine.

… he only smiles and gives answers like that.

Haruka Nanami: Maybe so, but…. Did something happen?

Otoya Ittoki: Nothing much…. I just want to think about some things by myself, is all.

Otoya Ittoki: So, about practice today….

Haruka Nanami: You can take a break from practice if you need to, but…. Are you sure you’re okay?

Otoya Ittoki: Yup. All good! Nothing to worry about.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Otoya-kun… doesn’t seem well today, either.

Masato Hijirikawa: I agree—in all likelihood, he’s probably putting on a brave face. It’s painful to witness.

What should I do? Even if I have to force it, I think I should ask him about it, after all.

Select the phrase!

Tomochika Shibuya: Shut up!

Tomo-chan hisses under her breath, and then…

Bang!

…she loudly pounds on Ittoki-kun’s desk.

Otoya Ittoki: Eh, w-what?

Tomochika Shibuya: I don’t know what the problem is but shut up, it’s annoying. I’m sick of it.

Otoya Ittoki: Eeeh?! Was I being that annoying?

Tomochiki Shibuya: Yes. It’s even more worrisome when you clearly seem to be troubled and say you’re fine anyway.

Tomochika Shibuya: I’m not particularly concerned with whatever happens to you, but… look how worried you're making her!

Otoya Ittoki: Ah….

Tomochika Shibuya: I’m so pissed off that I wanna punch you in the face.

Otoya Ittoki: Pissed off enough to punch me…. That’s mean. That’s total overkill.

Tomochika Shibuya: It’s easier for a brawn-over-brains idiot like you to solve things physically rather than just worrying about it! Move your body before you think!

Haruka Nanami: T… Tomo-chan… you shouldn’t use violence….

Haruka Nanami: But, I want to hear you sing too, Ittoki-kun.

Haruka Nanami: I like seeing you singing and dancing cheerfully.

Otoya Ittoki: But my song….

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, you’re right. It’s not like me to get hung up worrying like this. Right!

Otoya Ittoki: I want to see you smiling too. I’ll sing with all I’ve got! I’ll start practicing again today!

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes!

I’m not sure what changed, but I’m glad that Ittoki-kun is feeling better.

⁂

Over the following week, we practiced whenever we had the time.

We’d leave the dorm early in the morning, use most of our lunch breaks for practice, and at night we’d stay at school until the last minute.

Otoya Ittoki: Hack, cough…. Haaa, haaa, haaa….

Haruka Nanami: … Should we stop for the day? Your voice is hoarse….

Otoya Ittoki: I think I can keep going. A bit longer at least.

Haruka Nanami: If you use your voice too much, it won’t recover even after a night’s sleep. If you keep forcing it, it’ll become a vicious cycle.

Otoya Ittoki: That won’t happen. I said it’s fine…. One more time. C’mon.

Haruka Nanami: Seriously, you’re overdoing it.

While I’m bewildered, Ittoki-kun seizes my wrist firmly.

Otoya Ittoki: Just a little more. C’mon, that’s okay, right?

Ittoki-kun. Such incredible spirit.

He’s really serious about becoming a pro!

Haruka Nanami: Understood! We’ll definitely make our debut together! We have to go pro!

Otoya Ittoki: Eh…. Ah, r… right. Yeah. Pass the graduation audition and become a pro among pros.

Otoya Ittoki: Nanami. You want to become a professional composer, right?

Haruka Nanami: Yes! I want to compose lots of wonderful songs, and I want you to sing them, Ittoki-kun.

Otoya Ittoki: I knew it…. I shouldn’t be so self-centered and selfish.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, nothing. The song….

Tokiya Ichinose: How much longer are you going to be? The reservation for this room has long passed…. Oh, look who it is, it’s you two….

Tokiya Ichinose: I’ve been wondering why you’ve been coming back so late recently. Practicing hard now?

Otoya Ittoki: Tokiya…. Right, this guy is….

Tokiya Ichinose: You can’t learn these sorts of things by doing them all at once. You have to work out a plan and do them a little at a time. Are you listening to me properly? Otoya.

Otoya Ittoki: Tokiya, you don’t have a partner right now, do you?

Tokiya Ichinose: Why are you asking that, out of the blue…. I do not, but that doesn’t matter to you, does it?

Otoya Ittoki: It does matter! Nanami. Why don’t you pair up with Tokiya?

Haruka Nanami: Huh…? What now?

Otoya Ittoki: I’m saying to partner up with him. Why don’t you try Tokiya instead of me?

Tokiya Ichinose: What are you saying all of a sudden, there’s no way I could do such a thing. And what are you planning to do?

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, I…. Don’t worry about me.

Haruka Nanami: U-um, if I’ve done something to upset you, I apologize.

Haruka Nanami: Why should I suddenly pair up with someone else?

Otoya Ittoki: I’m sorry. I can’t tell you why. I want to make your dream come true no matter what. I want you to debut….

Otoya Ittoki: As far as I know, he’s the best singer I’ve ever heard, and even though he’s kinda intimidating, he’s not a bad guy.

Otoya Ittoki: And he has more passion for music than anyone else…. So I feel like I can trust leaving things to him.

Ichinose-san and I look at each other, confused.

Tokiya Ichinose: After hearing you sing so many of her songs, I admit she’s a skilled composer, but….

Tokiya Ichinose: Still…. At this point in time, dropping and changing partners…. What an idiotic thing to do.

Tokiya Ichinose: I can’t fathom what made you come up with that idea.

Haruka Nanami: I-I also want to hear what your reasoning is.

Otoya Ittoki: It’s because…. I don’t have time….

Ittoki-kun looks incredibly pained, his eyes downcast.

Haruka Nanami: Ittoki-kun….

I grab his hand instinctively.

Otoya Ittoki: Eh…? Nanami….

Haruka Nanami: No matter the reason, I don’t want to change partners. The only partner for me is you, Ittoki-kun.

Haruka Nanami: No one can take your place!

Otoya Ittoki: But, I…. I might not be able to stay with you forever. That’s why….

Haruka Nanami: Even so, my partner is you. Don’t tell me to partner up with someone else.

Otoya Ittoki: Why would you… go so far for someone like me…? Tokiya sings better than me, and….

Haruka Nanami: Because I love your singing. I believe that you can bring out the best in my songs.

Haruka Nanami: You’re probably the only person in the world who can!

Otoya Ittoki: Haruka… you think that highly of me…? I knew it, I can’t do it.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

Otoya Ittoki: I thought I could entrust you to Tokiya, but…. It’s completely hopeless. I don’t want to let go of you after all.

Otoya Ittoki: Even if there’s no hope, even if I don’t have time, even though I know I’ll only make you sad, I still want you to be by my side until the end.

Otoya Ittoki: Haruka. I l—

Shining Saotome: Hold it right there!

Huh… the principal?

But, from where?

Shining Saotome: MISTER Ittoki. There is something I must tell youuu.

The window swings open and the principal comes into the room.

Otoya Ittoki: Something… to tell me? What else is there to say other than having one month left to live?!

Ittoki-kun shouts with a severe expression.

One month left to live?!

Who… does?

It can’t be Ittoki-kun….

But….

That must be why he’s been unhappy for so long….

Shining Saotome: Oh! That whole thing. That was an error, a mistake! The re-examination results show that you are the image of health itself!

Otoya Ittoki: Huuuh?! … A mistake?

Shining Saotome: Exactly. MISTER Ittoki, you are incredibly healthy! There was a mistake on the printout of your medical chart. An unfortunate accideeent. I’M sorry, hairy sorry.

Otoya Ittoki: ….

Otoya Ittoki: … Right. So it was… a mistake. Haha….

Otoya Ittoki: I…. This whole time, all I’ve been thinking about is what I was going to do about me dying. I was so desperate to do something, anything….

Otoya Ittoki: … The heck. It was… just that. Haha… ahahaha!

Ittoki-kun collapses, sitting down on the spot.

Select the phrase!

Shining Saotome: Well, well, the problem has been resolved! Fareweeell for now! Wahahahahaha!

Then, the principal leaves, laughing.

Tokiya Ichinose: … Unbelievable, you've caused trouble for everyone.

Otoya Ittoki: Give me a break, won't ya? Agh, that took years off my life.

Haruka Nanami: Still, I’m glad you don’t have only a month left to live.

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, well, yeah… I guess you’re right. ‘Kay! Should we head home?

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

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Otoya Ittoki: Ahhh. I feel like such an idiot. I was really shaken by the principal’s diagnosis. I was super depressed.

Otoya Ittoki: When I found out I didn’t have much time, I didn’t know what to do at first.

Haruka Nanami: I can imagine. If I were to be told the same thing, I think I’d be even more depressed than you were.

Haruka Nanami: I wouldn’t be able to recover immediately, either….

It’s really scary to imagine.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, but… I was also in a horrible slump.

Otoya Ittoki: But I thought… If I didn’t have time, I’d live my life to the fullest. I wanted to spend even a single second longer with you.

Otoya Ittoki: But when you said you wanted to go pro, I realized how self-indulgent that was.

Otoya Ittoki: Even if I didn’t have a future…. There was your future. Knowing that, what was I supposed to do?

Haruka Nanami: My… future?

He was thinking about me while going through a hard time.

Otoya Ittoki: And juuust when I was thinking about that, along came that guy, Tokiya. It felt like the perfect opportunity.

Otoya Ittoki: That guy doesn’t have a partner. He’s kind of a jerk, but he’s got some good qualities. I felt like I could trust him with you.

Haruka Nanami: So that’s why you said that. Doing something like pairing up with Ichinose-san….

Haruka Nanami: I was worried that maybe you hated me.

Otoya Ittoki: Who, me? No way. I wouldn’t hate you. Never!

Otoya Ittoki: Because… the truth is, just the thought of you partnering up with another guy was really painful.

Otoya Ittoki: Really, thinking about it now, it was a stupid thing to do.

Otoya Ittoki: I say and do a lot of things just based off of what I’m feeling at the time. Sorry for dragging you around.

Otoya Ittoki: Next time, I’ll try to think before I act. Oh… you know…. Let me ask you something.

Otoya Ittoki: If I’d really had a month to live, what would you have done? Would you still have been my partner?

Select the phrase!

Otoya Ittoki:

… Sorry, weird question.

Haruka Nanami: No, it’s… it’s okay.

Otoya Ittoki: If we swapped places, you would be the only partner for me, don’t forget that.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, y-yes! You’re the only one for me too!

Otoya Ittoki: Mhm. Hey, let’s hold hands as we head back!

Haruka Nanami: Ah!

Ittoki-kun forcefully takes my hand and starts to walk.

Otoya Ittoki:

Ahh…. I kinda feel like running. Is that okay?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, w-wait a s-second!

Otoya Ittoki: Let’s go! Hahaha!

Ittoki-kun runs off, failing to hear my reply.

But this sort of thing is fun, too.

The warmth spreading from our joined hands feels nice. I could almost cry.

This time may have been a mistake, but if something were to happen to Ittoki-kun….

It’s kind of scary to think about.

I…

Select the phrase!

Ittoki-kun….

Whenever I’m anxious, he notices without me having to say anything.

I can’t think of anyone kinder, who would immediately notice and reassure me.

I could do anything for this person. I would do anything.

That’s why, no matter what happens, Ittoki-kun is the only partner for me.

Mini Game

Ringo Tsukimiya: Well? Are you getting used to private lessons yet? I’ve been giving lessons on the assignment piece for a while, but I think it might be time to work on your graduation song soon.

Ringo Tsukimiya: You’ve gotten much better. From now on, you must perfect your compositions on your own.

Ringo Tsukimiya: But first, let’s do a final test for the assignment piece. I want you to use all the skills you’ve mastered and do your best!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Are you ready? Then, start!

S Rank

The next day, I tell Ittoki-kun about the test results and he’s very pleased.

Otoya Ittoki: I’m kind of happy. Being able to spend time with you like this is great.

Otoya Ittoki: It feels like a dream that I was worrying just a little while ago. I wish I could do this forever.

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I look forward to working with you in the future too.

Chapter End

#this is a test dni

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griffintail · 3 years

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A Day in the Life (Lost Ones)

Summary: A day with the new parents and how some of their friends reaction to their new bit of joy.

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings : (In Phil’s Specifically) Death, Violence. (Generally) Swearing

A/N: Just so you know (F/L) means First Letter of your first name. Hope you guys enjoy! ♥

Tommy

Tommy didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

Tubbo was even more clueless.

When Tommy first came onto Tubbo’s doorstep frantically talking about being a father with a crying baby, Tubbo was in a state of great concern for his best friend. Tubbo knew Tommy as a scammer and a very…bold individual, to put it nicely. He did not think his friend had what it took to be any sort of fatherly figure. He was just too young and he was too…outgoing.

The first day, the pair worked hard to figure out how to make the infant stop crying. They found out she just needed food and a diaper change. Tommy had groaned in relief, sitting on Tubbo’s floor as he held the baby feeding her the milk. From there, Tubbo questioned where he even found a child.

“She was abandoned in a basket, in a tree. I decided to be a big man about it and take her in.”

“Are you crazy? Tommy, you didn’t even know her gender until two minutes ago.”

“Shut up.” Tommy huffed looking at his friend as he stopped giving (Y/N) milk for the moment. “I can figure it out, I’m still new to this Tubbo.”

“I think maybe we should give her to one of the other guys. We don’t know what to do, we just ran around my house for five minutes trying to make her stop crying for god’s sake.”

“I’ll figure it out! Even without your help.” Tommy looked back down at the infant, continuing to feed her.

So, Tubbo went along with it. Tommy was stubborn and to make sure the baby didn’t get hurt, Tubbo said he’d help his friend. To be fair, they didn’t have to do much, it was just a lot of work to do the few things and barely any time to do the same adventures they use to do.

Tommy was determined to do most of it on his own, only going to Tubbo when he was desperate for help. Which were a few times a week. He got better and better though, learning what (Y/N) needed and when.

Tommy had managed to make a crib all on his own (with a couple of tries) and he discovered, (Y/N) liked her crib at the end of his bed. She just liked being close to Tommy often and he actually didn’t mind. He was proud to show off his baby.

When he had shown her off to the others, they had all been in various bits of shock. Of course, when he first introduced her, the first thing he shouted was always;

“I’m a father now bitch! Meet (Y/N)!”

As he would, (Y/N) would giggle and babble, his excited energy rubbing off on her. After their various bits of shock (and Bad telling him to watch his language even more now that there was a baby), they would indeed think (Y/N) was cute but give him the same advice as Tubbo. Give her to an adult.

“None of them! None of them think I can take care of you.” Tommy huffed as (Y/N) finished her milk for the hour. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”

Tommy did struggle often. He didn’t get as much sleep as he once did, he stayed inside with (Y/N) more. It was a big change, but he was taking it seriously despite all his jokes. Just, no one could see it because they only saw Tommy as a child.

“Well, they’re all idiots. I know I have this.” Tommy told the infant as he sat back in bed, holding her. “Right Little (F/L)?”

(Y/N) squirmed slightly, babbling and Tommy smiled.

“Right! It’s that time.” He grinned as he stood up, going into his chests next to his jukebox.

As he pulled out one of his discs, Tubbo knocked on the door as he came in.

“Hey, am I interrupting?” He asked.

“No, you’re actually in time Big T!” Tommy said as he put the red labeled disc on.

“For what?” Tubbo questioned confused as Tommy sat down.

The music started to play and (Y/N) relaxed in Tommy’s arms. Tommy smiled softly, gently rocking her in his arms as he hummed along to the music. Tubbo was staring in amazement from behind Tommy’s seat.

“Do you…do you do this often?”

“Of course.” Tommy grinned at his best friend. “She’s got to learn great music. And look, she loves it so much she falls asleep.”

He was correct as when Tubbo looked, (Y/N) was giving a tiny yawn as she nuzzled into Tommy.

“Every day after lunch, I play the disc I got when I found her and she takes a nap.” Tommy quieted down; startling Tubbo as Tommy never quieted down. “I want to find more to let her hear more.”

Tommy put her down in her crib once she was fully asleep, motioning to the door. They both left as the music kept playing.

“We should go get more discs tomorrow.” Tommy declared, keeping his voice level as he went through his chests. “(Y/N) needs to hear them all and I want to have them all.”

“You…do that every day?” Tubbo said, still caught up on Tommy’s gentleness.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Of course, I do. (Y/N) likes it and I like it so that’s our routine Tubbo. Sometimes it takes a while though and I have to move around the room.”

He didn’t mention that he danced to the music with her though, laughing with her as she would giggle, slightly embarrassed about the cute routine.

“So, are we going to go out tomorrow and get some discs or not?” Tommy grinned at his friend.

Tubbo stood there, thinking over what he had just seen. He thought about how he was actually wrong about Tommy. His best friend really cared about the girl; his own little girl. Tommy had acted drastically different than what he usually did to make sure she was well and happy. The taller boy was actually taking this very seriously and Tubbo couldn’t help but be proud of his friend.

“Tubbo.” Tommy snapped his fingers, looking at him disapprovingly.

“Oh, yeah. Let’s get some discs tomorrow. It’s been forever since we’ve gone on an adventure.” Tubbo smiled.

He thought Tommy could do this whole dad thing right.

…

Then he slightly regretted his words in the morning when Tommy showed up with the little girl and his adventuring gear.

“We are not taking (Y/N). It’s dangerous Tommy!” Tubbo protested.

“Nothing will happen to her; I wouldn’t let it. Neither would you. And try and say no to this face.” Tommy showed her off, grinning. “Come on now Uncle Tubbo.”

Tubbo paused, getting slightly giddy. “Uncle Tubbo?”

“Of course! Now! Let’s go get some discs!” Tommy took lead.

“…Wait! You distracted me!” Tubbo called exasperated as he followed his best friend.

(Y/N) giggled as Tommy grinned wider. Tommy was stubborn but in the case of being a father, it was a good thing as it meant his baby would grow up healthy and happy and he could care less about what others would say.

Wilbur

L’Manberg didn’t have many secrets but it had one well-guarded one. That would be the simple fact that (Y/N) existed.

After the first night with the new baby, Wilbur had gathered all the men inside the van.

“Time to greet the people little one.” He smiled as he heard the commotion of Tommy trying to command the others.

Coming out, he put on a serious face as everyone went quiet. Of course, Eret and Fundy already knew. The teenager had his arms crossed, looking away from his father and new sister, as Eret gave a small smile. The other two of L’Manberg…

“Did you fuck another fish?!” Tommy shouted in exasperation to his brother.

Fundy gave Tommy an offended glare as (Y/N) squirmed at the sudden loud noise.

“Tommy, quiet down now,” Wilbur told him as he gently rocked the little girl, Tubbo awing at how adorable she was. “Eret found her left outside the walls last night. I’m taking her in as she was obviously abandoned. So, meet the first woman of L’Manberg, (Y/N).”

“(Y/N) is a wonderful name.” Eret smiled a bit wider.

“She’s so cute and small,” Tubbo said, taking a step closer to get a better look at her.

Tommy huffed, already bored as Fundy simply stayed quiet.

“That being said, we are in the middle of a war.”

The weight of everything came back to rest on their shoulders as everyone with a smile stopped holding one. It was a dangerous time for all of them, no one able to leave the walls without a friend. Walls that were supposed to mean their freedom.

“That’s why no one must know (Y/N) exists. She must be a secret from all of the Dream SMP. They’ve shown how ruthless they can be and I don’t want to think about what they’d do if they knew about her. So, beyond these walls, (Y/N) doesn’t exist.”

Everyone gave a nod at the same time as (Y/N) had started to play with the ruffles on Wilbur’s uniform. He smiled gently as her as he took her hand, letting her play with his finger instead before looking dead serious at his men again.

“I can’t have just a nod. I need you to be verbal. This will not be taken lightly.”

Tommy spoke first as he gave a salute. “You have my word, Wilbur!”

Wilbur cracked a small smile; he could always rely on his little brother. “Good, now quiet down a bit.”

From there, it was a chorus of promises and she was their biggest secret that united them. Not even a traitor would dare breath word of her place in their walls.

The men could see a difference in their leader every day since then.

He left the van more often, actually going to his own home in the walls. Daily, everyone would see him carrying (Y/N) with him in her own little uniform he made on a walk within the walls. He sang more often like he used to before the declaration of war was made in order to soothe the little girl or simply to make her smile. There was a reason for him to relax and be soft and everyone was rather glad after all the weight he had been forced to hold.

Wilbur also saw the change in his men as the days went on.

Tubbo found joy with such an adorable new addition. He would sometimes join Wilbur on his daily walks within the walls to have a chance to hold the small girl. The young boy loved to also give her little gifts, usually toys he thought she’d like. He was very excited when Wilbur told him that she slept with a bee plushie he had gotten her.

Tommy was curious about her. Such a small thing, he was certain he was way bigger than her when he was that young. Wilbur let him hold her on the occasion if Tommy asked, but wouldn’t wonder if Tommy was holding her. He had faith in his little brother, but his eccentric energy just put Wilbur a little on edge. Often, Tommy would brag to the little girl that he’d be the coolest uncle and teach her many swear words when she got older, much to Wilbur’s dismay.

Eret did like the little girl, he really did as she was such a precious little thing, but he tried not to put too much attachment to her. He had begun…he had begun a different path and he didn’t want to also betray the little girl. And, the more separation he felt from her, the easier it was to lie about her existence. Though, there was the occasion he would do the same as Tubbo and gave her a toy or two, unable to help it as it put a smile on his face.

Fundy was different. He had been an only child for most of his life and now he had a little sister? It was only natural that he was jealous and sulked at all the attention she got from their father. Their father did try to include Fundy though; inviting every day on their walks, offering to let her feed instead, asking to play his piano while Wilbur sang. Unfortunately, Fundy wanted nothing to do with his little sister, often saying he hated her, which repeatedly broke Wilbur’s heart but he had faith; he’d change his son’s mind.

“I’m trying to have a peace talk with Dream today,” Wilbur told Fundy as he shrugged on his jacket while Fundy was sitting in the front seat of the van.

“Ok, and?” Fundy looked up at him.

“I’m taking Tubbo and Eret, Tommy’s staying guard and you.” Wilbur handed him a piece of paper. “And you are taking care of your sister.”

“What?! What the hell?” Fundy exclaimed, jumping up.

Wilbur put the paper in Fundy’s hand. “I have to go and try and make peace. I have faith in you son. (Y/N) would love to spend time with you anyways. Take good care of her alright? I don’t trust Tommy to watch her for so long but if you really need help, get him.”

“What…Why do I have to watch the brat?”

Wilbur gave him a stern look. “Fundy, she is your little sister. She is a part of our family. And family takes care of each other. Now, I want you to be nice to her and take care of her. Understood?”

Fundy clenched his jaw, shoving his hands in pockets. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Good.” Wilbur smiled at him now. “She’s still sleeping in my room. That paper is what she needs and when. You can do anything with her in-between. I’ll see you in a few hours my son.”

Wilbur left; his heart heavy as this was the first time he’d leave (Y/N) alone but hope helping it float as he hoped Fundy could love his sister as Wilbur loved her.

Fundy went into his father’s bedroom and saw the little girl already waking up slightly. He gave a heavy sigh as he picked her up carefully, holding her close.

“I hate you.” He muttered as she looked up at him.

The little girl giggled and he lowered his head. She gave pet to his face to feel the soft fur.

“I hate you’re too fucking adorable to hate.” He huffed. “Just don’t tell dad. Now, come on dipshit, time to eat.”

Fundy was jealous, yes. But he could never actually hate his adorable little sister. He’d keep her safe and make her happy too.

Wilbur got back later than he expected as Dream and his goons had chased their peaceful band like sport but they managed out relatively unscathed. The moon was already up and Wilbur was worried as he hadn’t written instructions for this long in the night for Fundy. After Tommy reported no incidents along the walls, Wilbur rushed home but froze, his heart-melting. In the living room, there was a long finished playing record on the jukebox and on the couch, Fundy laid with his arm over (Y/N) securely as she laid on his chest, both of them asleep.

“Thank you, my little champion,” Wilbur muttered with a smile, gently picking (Y/N) up before putting a blanket over Fundy. “I’m proud of you.”

Wilbur held (Y/N) close to him as he walked to his bedroom.

“And you, my little star, a day won’t go by where you won’t be loved. You’re our little star of hope in L’Manberg. You remind everyone what we fight for and you bring everyone smiles. We will bring peace, just so you can see how bright you shine my little star.” He kissed her forehead before putting her in her crib. “Sleep well love.”

Philza

Walking took longer than flying but it was definitely safer for his new little angel. He had tried to find her parents, asking around with the survivors but they weren’t there. So, Phil took her with him to meet his sons. When he started this journey, of the list of things he’d thought would happen, he didn’t think he’d gain a new child. Yet, there she slept peacefully in the sash Phil had made to carry her and keep her warm rather than carrying her in his arms the entire walk.

She most certainly quieter than most of his other children had been when they were this small, which Phil did not mind one bit. When she was awake, he would talk to her to fill her world though. He’d tell her about her new brothers and how he was sure they’d all love her in their own way.

“Techno will take a little convincing, he has a thing about orphans.” Phil scrunched up his nose. “But he’ll learn to you like you (Y/N).”

He hadn’t been able to find a name either for the new baby so he gave her one on his own.

Finally, after days of travel, Phil reached a crest of a hill and was able to see a beautiful town laid before him. From the looks of some decorations, they had some sort of festival recently. The worrying part was the people in armor down below, but, a large portion of them were celebrating. Phil scanned them over then he grew a large smile. Wilbur was patting Tommy’s shoulder as the younger boy was screaming with one of those celebrating, Techno to the side smirking.

His sons had managed to figure it all out.

“Looks like we were a little late angel. Your brothers can be smart when they choose to be.” He chuckled. “We’ll wait here and let them have their moment of victory.”

He sat on the edge of the hill, giving (Y/N) her afternoon milk as he watched the crowd below and listened to the start of celebratory speeches. As he quickly burped the infant, he frowned as Wilbur left his seat in the crowd, walking away as Tubbo was getting on stage.

“Let’s go see what he’s up to.” He muttered to the little girl, putting her in his sash securely before carefully flying over.

He landed as Wilbur walked into a room in a hill behind the stage. His eyes went wide as he remembered one of Tommy’s letters.

Will keeps saying if he can’t have L’Manberg, no one can. He made a room rigged to TNT under our nation. I’m hoping to talk him down but I don’t know if I can.

“Shit.” Phil sprinted over, walking into the room after his son.

Inside were mad scribblings as Wilbur stood with his hand on the wall next to a button.

“What are you doing?” Phil asked him.

Wilbur jumped, whirling around to see his father standing there, wearing a sash, unable to see the child it was holding.

“Phil…?”

“What are you doing?” Phil repeated.

Wilbur ran his hands through his hair as he looked back at the button then his father.

“How’d you…do you know what this is?” He motioned to the room around him.

“I do.” Phil nodded, stepping carefully forward.

“Have heard the songs on the walls?” Wilbur asked in turn as he ran his hand over a few of the words. “I was just saying to myself, there was a special place where men can go, but there’s not anymore! It’s not…” Wilbur sighed as he looked back at the button.

“It is there,” Phil told him as he put a hand on the side of the child to calm her down as she squirmed. “You just, you’ve just won it back.”

“Phil! I’m always so close to pressing this button, Phil! I’ve been—I’ve been here like seven or eight times I’ve been here.” Wilbur threw up his arms as Phil stood his ground when he saw the crazed look in his son’s eyes.

The little girl tried to give an uncomfortable babble at the loud shouting but Wilbur talked over her, having yet to notice the extra body in the room. In comfort, Phil put a hand over one of her ears as he pressed her close to him.

“Phil I-I’ve been here so many times.” Outside of the room, they all could hear the sound of fireworks going off. “They’re fighting. They’re fighting.”

“And you want to just blow it all up?” Phil questioned.

“I do I think I—”

“You fought so hard to get this land back.” Phil tried to discourage one of his older sons. “So hard.”

“I don’t even, I don’t even know if works anymore Phil,” Wilbur said, his hand hovering over the button, making Phil take a step forward. “I don’t even know if the button works I could, I could press it and might not…”

Wilbur looked back, grinning like a mad man and Phil squeezed the young girl lightly.

“Do you really want to take that risk? Wilbur…” He went to continue to say, hoping to bring up his new little sister to discourage the man but Wilbur looked away, staring at the button.

“There was a saying Phil, by a traitor. It was never meant to be.” Wilbur pressed the button, grinning at Phil as the hiss went off.

“No!” Phil shouted, quickly pulling his son close as he covered the three of them his wings as the blast went off.

He winced as the blast and the heat singed and damaged his feathers but he didn’t move as he held his two children close. He wouldn’t let them get harmed.

The sound of white noise rang in their ears as the explosions slowly stopped. Phil raised his wings slightly to look in horror at the destruction before them. Outside their half-destroyed room, Phil slowly started to hear the voices crying with terror at what they just witnessed as Wilbur stood before the hole holding his arms out as he grinned.

“My L’Manberg Phil! My unfinished symphony forever unfinished! If I can’t have this no one can Phil!”

“Oh my god.” Phil breathed, the ringing dying down enough for him to be startled at the cries closest to him.

(Y/N) screamed out cries in the aftermath of the loud explosions and shouting, her own ears ringing. Phil held her close, trying to calm her down despite his horror and disappointment. Wilbur finally heard the cries himself and looked over to finally notice the little girl. For a moment, he could see through his madness.

“Who’s…who’s this?” Wilbur muttered.

“She’s (Y/N),” Phil told him as he put his forehead on the little girl’s. “I came to help you and found her. I brought her to show her what her new brothers made. What great work you’ve done.”

“What great…” Wilbur looked over at what he had done.

Behind him, he could hear the cries of his new tiny sister he hadn’t been aware he had. Phil had brought her to show her a place of peace and beauty, but instead, Wilbur showed her terror and destruction. Across the explosion, he could see Tommy’s horror-struck face at the sight of their once great nation gone. This was his fault…

He pulled his sword, holding the handle to Will. “Kill me, Phil.”

“What?!” Phil looked at his son shocked, still clutching onto the crying girl.

“Stab me with the sword. Murder me now. Kill me!” Will demanded as he motioned to the crowd. “Look, they all want you to!”

Phil was stood in shock as he held a crying child in one arm while looking over at the crowd of terrified and horror-filled faces.

“Kill me, Phil!” Wilbur shouted.

“I—You’re my son!” Phil yelled. “No matter what you do—I can’t—”

“Phil!” Wilbur shouted, shoving the sword handle into his hand. “This isn’t—! Look! Look! How much work went into this and it’s gone! Do it.”

Phil looked from his son to the crowd, to the child in his arms. He couldn’t…why’d…(Y/N) should get a chance to meet her own brother! L’Manberg had ruined his son. He had gone mad…

“I’m sorry.” He whispered under his breath before plunging the sword.

Tears filled Phil’s eyes as he let go of the sword and held his son. (Y/N)’s wails only got louder and Phil cried with her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry both of you.” He muttered

He wished everything could be different…

…

Phil sat by the fire with the L’Manberg citizens, one of his hands shaking slightly as the other gently rocked the no longer crying child.

Tommy had been speechless since the betrayal he received from both of his brothers, but looking up at his father across from him, he stood and spoke.

“Who’s she?” He asked.

Phil looked at him as the others looked over as well.

“This is your new little sister (Y/N). I found her when the village I was staying at was raided and I saved her. Would you like to hold her?”

Tommy came over and sat in front of his father. Phil helped him before letting his now second youngest hold her on his own. Tommy’s face had held no emotion after everything today but now it softened as the little girl met his eyes. He hugged her lightly as Phil held onto his shaking hand with his other to stop it.

“I wish you could have seen what L’Manberg looked like (Y/N),” Tommy mumbled to her. “Wilbur and Techno betrayed me but I promise. I won’t betray you. I never will do that to you.”

Phil looked at his son sadly as Tommy put his forehead on hers softly. At least Phil knew that she’d be well-loved by the brother she got to meet properly.

From there, the next few days were made for rebuilding. Phil helped the group as best he could but he had to rest to let his wings heal and he also had to take care of his little angel. Tommy made sure the others built Phil one of the first houses so his sister could be in a proper bed.

It warmed Phil’s heart that Tommy cared so much about his new little sister. Tommy would visit the pair occasionally just to see her, Phil giving him a little bit of trust to take care of her. Of course, Tommy used that trust to be his usual self and brag about how cute his little sister was to anyone that would listen to the boy’s antics. Though many couldn’t deny the boy, she was a very cute little girl and often brought smiles to other’s faces.

Phil was glad that his quiet little girl could bring joy to people that had been through so much. He just wished that she had had a chance to bring smiles to those that didn’t walk beside them any more…

Technoblade

“Phil,” Techno called on his walkie, trying to quiet down the girl crying in his arms.

“Yes?” Phil answered.

“She won’t stop crying,” Techno told him, Phil, able to hear the girl, chuckling quietly to himself. “Don’t laugh at this!”

“Sorry, sorry. Alright, you feed and changed her right?” The older man listed.

“Yes.” He had done it a few minutes ago, on his usual schedule to do so.

“Did you burp her after she ate?”

Techno paused and huffed before burping the child, the cries dying down after she released the gas that had built up.

“I forgot, she stopped.”

“Good. Just relax now, alright Techno?”

“Yeah.” Techno sighed as he put his walkie away, looking down at the little girl. “What now brat?”

It was often that Techno called his father to ask what to do. To put it simply, he was worried he’d fuck this all up. He had never exactly taken care of a child before; it had been all anarchy and blood before he decided on retirement. Hell, he barely ever took care of Tommy when he was a child, that was usually Wilbur’s thing.

He didn’t know the first thing he was doing nor did the voices. They always threw out different ideas contradicting each other. So, Techno always did his best and when it didn’t seem like enough, he went immediately to Phil.

When he did have things under control though, it was just any other day. Brew some potions out of habit, take care of the animals before collecting food for himself and milk for (Y/N), and trade with some of the villagers close by. The only difference was that he brought (Y/N) with him while he did anything.

To his relief, she was a quiet child and didn’t mind his quiet nature. She didn’t need pointless noise to be happy so he could just simply work. Techno did get Phil to make her a warmer outfit and Phil took it seriously but also made it a joke. He made her a pink outfit from wool and leather and with a bit extra, put fake pig ears on the hood of the outfit, which Techno would never admit looked adorable on her out loud.

He most certainly didn’t put it on her even if they weren’t going out that day, why would anyone think that?

Phil most certainly did spoil her though when he would come over. He’d always have something new for the little girl, clothes, and toys. His father also often tried to discourage Techno from using some of his nicknames for his child when the older man was over, such as brat.

(Y/N) yawned quietly and Techno chuckled, a small smile cracking on his face.

“Tired early huh? Yeah, ok, I can use a nap.” He nodded as he went up to his bedroom.

He sat on his bed, leaning back on the headboard as he racked his brain for their daily ritual.

“I got a good one today.” He laughed quietly. “Let me tell you about the story of Theseus.”

Every nap and bedtime, there was always a story for Techno to tell. Sometimes he’d tell her about his adventures around the world, about the places he conquered. There were other days when he’d tell her about myths he had memorized. It was when he’d talk the most to the little girl and he rather enjoyed these moments in his day.

It was their special little thing and he wouldn’t ever want to miss them.

Close to the end of the story, he stopped as he noticed (Y/N) was asleep. He nodded as he laid back, resting her carefully on his chest.

A crib was one thing Techno had not invested his time in. He didn’t move in his sleep and it was rare for the little girl to move in hers. So, he slept with her on his chest, giving him and the voices a better piece of mind. No one knew where he was, but he was still paranoid. This was the safest place for her.

“Sleep well little goddess,” Techno muttered, a hand on her back.

Despite the trials, he didn’t mind being a father.

Eret

Eret put a small flower crown on the infant’s head that matched the one he was wearing, smiling as she giggled, before picking her up, continuing on their daily walk through the SMP.

It was a lot of trial and error with the pair but Eret was a quick learner and adapted to the needs of his new child. He didn’t do as much as he once did with his friends, fewer prank wars with Fundy, and less involvement with Tommy’s antics, but he didn’t mind. He spent those hours with his little princess now; taking walks with her, playing with her along the way and in the castle, and making clothes that made her the adorable princess that she.

Of course, he did still sometimes get involved.

“Eret!” Tommy yelled on the walkie.

Eret chuckled as he took it from his pocket. “It seems Tommy is having troubles again princess.” She gave a babble and Eret nodded. “You’re very right. Let’s see what he needs. Yes, Tommy?”

“I need your help at my base ASAP!” Tommy demanded.

“It’s nothing dangerous right?” He asked.

“Of course not, now if you could hurry.”

He shook his head chuckling. “Alright, I’m on my way.”

Putting the walkie away, he hugged his little girl lightly as he changed direction.

“Sorry princess, we need to go check on Tommy. I know you won’t mind though.”

There were other times that had happened similarly and Eret would take (Y/N) with him to meet the younger boy. The younger boy’s energy would rub off on the infant and she would get excited as well, babbling and giggling constantly. As long as nothing dangerous was going on, Eret was glad to bring (Y/N) over as it always brought a smile to his face at how adorable she’d get.

Walking onto Tommy's property, he saw the young boy waiting impatiently outside his dirt home.

“There you are! You brought the brat?” He huffed.

“Come now, Tommy. (Y/N) loves being around you, at least be kind to her.” Eret smiled, knowing the boy meant no ill will.

“Right, now!” Tommy said dramatically as he opened the door to his base. “I need to make a plan!”

Following him in, he saw Tubbo was also there looking over a paper with Tommy’s handwriting on it. Tubbo looked up as they came in and grinned seeing the little girl in Eret’s arms.

“You brought (Y/N)!” Tubbo exclaimed excitedly as he came over. “Can I hold her?”

Eret laughed as he nodded, helping the other boy hold her. Tubbo enjoyed seeing the little girl, loving to play with her and spend time with her. There were times when Eret would let Tubbo babysit his princess so he could do a few more dangerous tasks.

“You got a little crown, you’re really a princess now.” Tubbo grinned as the girl babbled at him.

“We’re not here for (Y/N), we’re here to plan!” Tommy protested now.

Tommy didn’t mind the small child, he just got annoyed when the focus would come off him.

Focus went back on Tommy but Eret left after a little while to give (Y/N) her lunch for the day. She had gotten energetic after seeing the two boys, babbling and giggling as Eret played with her on the walk back. As they got back to his castle, he saw a wrapped package and note at the main door. Picking it up, he saw it was Fundy’s handwriting.

You stand no chance, it’s for (Y/N)

He raised an eyebrow, opening the package then laughed.

“It seems Fundy wishes to make you love him more than me.” Eret showed her the fox plushy, making her eyes sparkle as he gave it to her. “But I know that you’ll always love me, princess.” He booped her nose, (Y/N) looking at his sunglasses, babbling. “That’s right. I think this prank was an automatic failure. I love you princess.”

Dream

“Come on (Y/N), you just got to hold out your hands to me,” Sapnap told the infant in the crib at the community house.

“No, she’s going to me,” George argued.

The little girl looked between the two as they went between bickering and encouraging her to hold her hands out to them. Then she looked directly between them and held her arms out giggling.

“What?” George looked behind them and yelped seeing Dream.

“What are you idiots doing?” Dream laughed as he picked up his daughter.

“We were trying to get (Y/N) to choose her favorite uncle, but then you ruined it.” Sapnap huffed, crossing his arms.

“Well, I am her favorite person.” Dream bragged as he pulled his mask up while looking at the little girl. “Peek-a-boo.”

The girl gave a little squeal of laughter and Dream chuckled rubbing his nose against hers.

“She loves both of you idiots.” Dream told them, put his mask back on. “You’re her uncles.”

“Yeah, but I got to prove Uncle Sapnap is the best.” Sapnap pointed to himself.

“No! I’m better than you of course.”

The two bickered and Dream shook his head at his friends before leaving the community house.

“Your uncles are stupid.” Dream whispered to the little girl, tickling her stomach making her giggle. “Why don’t we go look at what the new people have built today, sound good sweetheart?”

After Dream had taken in the little girl, his life had most certainly brightened more as their world around them grew. She was a constant ball of happiness that always made Dream and his friends smile. Of course, they had to power through learning how to take care of a baby, a lot of screaming coming from all parties the first night they had the child. But they were starting to get the hang of it.

One thing Dream loved to do that always seemed to please the little girl was taking her around to see the new buildings that were slowly starting to appear as more people joined their land of the SMP. She seemed to like taking in the new sights so Dream took her whenever someone new came or a new build appeared.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with your uncles when you get older. They’re going to be falling over each other to get your attention.” Dream told her as he walked. “I think they think I’ll like whoever wins. You’re my special little girl after all. But what they don’t know, is I don’t care as long as you’re happy.”

It was very true that Dream’s two best friends were always falling each other to get the attention of the infant already. They got her many things to win her over, having similar competitions when Dream wasn’t looking. Right now, the score was even.

To try and balance the two-out, Dream would alternate on who he took out for dangerous adventures and who would stay with his little girl. He couldn’t send the both of them on their own, unfortunately, least one of them “trips” into a lava pool.

Dream stopped on the edge of the new property, (Y/N) looking at the colorful flowers decorating it.

He was a bit hesitant to show her off to others as he wasn’t the most trusting but if they were going to be part of his land, he would introduce her out principle. He did say she was going to be the princess of his land.

“No new faces today doesn’t seem Tommy is around.” Dream said to her. “We’ll see him later I’m sure. How about we go visit Punz for a bit?”

He walked away from the property. There were so many people on his land now, he was sure it would become a bright place where his little princess could always be happy.

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majestyeverlasting · 3 years

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Congratulations on your one month tumblr anniversary! Could you please write prompts 16 and 46 with fatws!Bucky x reader? Thank you! :)

♡ Hi, thank you so much! I appreciate you for waiting on me to write this. I had a lot of fun with it, so I hope you enjoy! To summarize, the reader gets to accompany Bucky on an assignment in Germany, and the two of them take advantage of the special housing arrangement they’re given on a private portion of the beach. You guys get to see a little dash of multilingual Bucky towards the end in a really sweet way. The whole thing is pretty cute overall.

♡ Prompt 16: “You’re not good at pretending to be asleep.”

♡ Prompt 46: “Stop making me laugh, I’m supposed to be angry with you.”

Once More

As the tide rolled in, a gentle breeze came with it. Each ebb and flow brought the lukewarm water of the bay running over your feet as your toes pressed into the soft sand. The seagulls gliding above seemed to be welcoming you as they released their throaty cries into the air. Aside from them and the gentle slosh of the bubbling tide, there were no immediate sounds; it was peaceful.

That portion of the beach was private, situated along the Bay of Kiel. It sat behind the small, white, house that you and Bucky were staying in for the week-long duration of his assignment. It was the first time in a while that you’d been able to accompany him because, for once, he and Sam were solely doing investigative work.

There would be no intense pursuits, no combat, no casualties. Just observing.

In the weeks prior, the Office of International Affairs in D.C. had received word that under-the-table negotiations were being proposed in the port city of Kiel. They needed eyes and ears on the ground to confirm whether or not such claims were valid. Because if they were, a major threat would be posed to European infrastructure and the millions who depended on it. So after housing arrangements were made, the three of you were flown into a private airport in Germany along with a couple of military agents.

It was a peculiar getaway, but a getaway no less.

You let out a small yelp when a pair of arms snaked around your waist from behind, squeezing gently. “Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky murmured into your ear, kissing it afterwards. “I saw you walk out here.”

As you relaxed, a thoughtful hum rose up your throat. “I figured you might’ve. You’re not very good at pretending to be asleep.”

Before you wandered out to the shoreline, Bucky had been laying on the wicker couch on the back porch, baby blue cushions beneath him. There were a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes as his chest rose with steady breaths. You had paused to see if he was awake and would acknowledge you. The corners of his lips twitched upwards the slightest bit, which you almost considered calling him out for.

But when he didn’t show any other signs of being awake, you leaned down to press a light kiss to his forehead before heading down the steps, and onto the wooden walkway that led to the sand.

At your comment, Bucky chuckled and let his mouth move the spot beneath your ear, nipping gently.

You shivered, and said, “I should’ve pinched you.”

“That wouldn’t have been nice.” A smile was evident in his voice.

You shrugged with a small huff of laughter. The two of you then gazed out at the expanse of the bay. Ships sailed along the line of the horizon in the distance. The tide continued rolling in, though never rising quite above your knees.

“I love you,” he said eventually, his words competing with the seagulls.

“I love you too.” He coaxed you to turn to face him. When you did, you saw that the white button down he wore was unbuttoned and flowing in the calm wind.

Seamlessly, his flesh hand rose to cup your face and he connected his lips to yours. You could taste the lingering hint of Merlot on his tongue from when you two had shared a glass in the hour prior. Bucky kissed you slowly, and gently, yet still with passion. Had the tide not been lapping at your legs, you would have had reason to believe you were floating.

You chased his lips for a final peck when he started to pull away, making him smile. He looked handsome in the late afternoon sun and you allowed yourself to study his face. A few freckles lined his cheeks and you reached up to run your finger over them. Then your hand fell so that you could wrap your arms around him in an embrace. His secured around you in return.

It was getting closer to the time he had to meet up with Sam and the agents to eavesdrop on a meeting being held at a classified location near the Port of Kiel shipyard.

“You have to leave me soon, don’t you?” You asked, head resting on his shoulder.

“In another hour,” he confirmed. “I should be back before it gets too late.”

“Okay,” you murmured. “And you promise you guys will be safe?”

Bucky chuckled and gave you a squeeze. “We’ve done this kinda stuff once or twice, doll. We’ll be alright,” he said, a note of teasing to his tone. “But, yes. I promise.”

It was before midnight when he arrived back at the house. Late, but before midnight nonetheless. When he walked through the front door, you were laying on the couch in the living room, curled up in one of the fluffy blankets you’d packed. The TV glowed as it aired a nightly news report that had failed to grasp your full attention. You would’ve crawled into bed had you not been waiting for him.

The sight of his tall frame made you push yourself up to stand, the blanket slipping off you, and back down to the couch. You didn’t realize that a small smile had stretched across your face.

“See?” He said, smiling back. “Not too bad, right? Could’ve been later.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “How’d everything go?”

He ran a hand through his hair as he began to walk towards you. His boots thudded against the wooden planks of the floor. “Things are looking pretty good so far,” he began. There wasn’t anything discussed that raised reason for concern. We’ll see how things play out as we keep an eye out these next few days. That’ll determine everyone’s next move,” he explained, stopping a little ways in front of you. “How about you, pretty girl? What’d you get up to while I was gone?”

Nothing worth noting, you wanted to say. But you decided to tease him instead. “Oh, you know.” You shrugged. “A little bit of everything. Went out on the town, danced on a few tables, got whisked away by a stranger—electrifying stuff.”

A hint of a smirk appeared on Bucky’s face as he narrowed his eyes at you. “I don’t think you’d look this cozy after doing all that.” He began to take off his leather jacket, revealing a black T-shirt that accentuated the definition of his upper body. His vibranium arm almost seemed to blend into the dark fabric, making the gold streaks of accent stand out. Black was one of your favorite colors on him for that very reason.

But you weren’t done messing with him quite yet. “Maybe that’s what I want it to seem like.” You raised your brows in a challenge. Bucky stared at you for a few more beats before stalking off towards the master bedroom with a lighthearted roll of his eyes.

“Wait, no! Don’t leave.” You laughed, following after him.

Bucky didn’t react when you wrapped your arms around him in a jarring hug, forcing him to walk into the bedroom carting a portion of your weight as you attempted to slow his steps. The room was a modest space suited with a neutral color scheme. Lots of browns and creams with a couple pops of a pretty burnt orange. The full-sized bed was smaller than the two of you were used to, but the proximity that came along with sleeping in it hadn’t been too bad the previous night.

He tossed his jacket onto it.

“I was just kidding,” you said. “I was here the whole time. I went out back to watch the sunset, but I hardly did anything other than that. Just scrolled on my phone and read a little. And missed you.”

He finally laughed and pried your arms from around him. “I know, doll.” Then he smirked. “You’d probably fall if you actually tried dancing on a table.”

“Hey!” You lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “I would not.” Bucky’s laughter dwindled when you pouted and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, c’mon,” he said, moving to stand in front of you. “I was joking. You know I was.” You almost cracked a smile when he lifted your chin so you could meet his eyes.

“Ich liebe dich,” he stated. German for I love you.

“I have no idea what you just said.” That was a lie.

You let him pull you to your feet as his shoulders shook with amusement. “Yes you do,” he countered.

Then he took your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and peppered some across your cheeks in a way that pleasantly ghosted over your skin. In between them, he told you that he loved you in a few of the languages he spoke—the ones in which he knew you were familiar with the phrase. He even called you “pretty girl” in Russian before pecking your lips. The whole while, warmth spread through your face.

He smiled at the sight of the sparkle in your eyes. “Do I need to repeat anything, or did you understand?”

That drew a chuckle out of you, against your attempt and feigning indifference. “Stop making me laugh,” you whined in defeat. “I’m supposed to be angry with you.”

“And how’s that working out?”

“It’s not,” you muttered. “I love you too.”

And your lips met his once more.

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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you be the match, i will be your fuse

fluffy anon said: dabi coming home after an absolutely horrid day at work and just needing to be absolutely BABIED by reader (i’m talking cuddling in bed, taking a bath with him and washing his hair then getting out just rubbing his back as he sleeps with his head on your chest)

genre: angst + fluff, laced with just a hint of smut (like two sentences)

notes: aaaah happy birthday dabi!!! this has absolutely nothing to do with your birthday but eeee ily | title cred: sure thing by miguel

warnings: 18+, implied/mentioned death of a child, one instance of implied past physical abuse, self-destructive behaviour + coping mechanisms, co-dependent toxic relationship

words: 3.5k

It’s thundering the day it happens, ferocious growls that rumble through your apartment—a tiny, quaint space you share with Dabi, full of faulty appliances and cracked linoleum—rolling, fluffy grey clouds blanketing the entire sky, swollen with restrained rain droplets as a storm brews within them. Little fingers idly toy with the yellowed pages of your worn pulp fiction novel, flipping through them and bending corners as your eyes search the angry sky, chewing on your cheek.

Dabi should’ve been home by now. It’s not like him to be late without calling, without letting his babygirl know what’s going on—he knows the way you worry, the way you overthink yourself into a frenzy, the way you’re so clingy and needy, teases you about it incessantly and tells you he thinks it’s cute—and a deep sense of dread takes root in the pit of your stomach, dark and bitter and unfurling, quickly spreading throughout the cavity of your chest.

His phone must be off—no, it’s never off, he doesn’t do that anymore, not since you stumbled into his life—his phone must be dead, your repeated calls growing increasingly frequent and urgent every time you’re greeted with the drone of his automatic voicemail.

Something’s wrong, horribly so.

It’s evident the moment he arrives home, scratched brass doorknob slamming against the wall, deepening the crater its left from past incidents of a similar manner.

It infects the air around him, hanging heavy and thick, its dense presence nearly suffocating. His shoulders slump under the pressure, the weight of whatever he’s carrying practically crushing, as he drags his crimson splattered boots through the front door, soles scraping against the cheap hardwood, bringing the putrid scent of charred flesh with him—his or someone else’s, you don’t know.

You swear you can almost see it, this—this thing, this aura, enveloping him in its haughty embrace as his chest heaves under a deep, controlled breath, pausing in the foyer as the door shuts behind him.

Bare feet pad against the floor, your legs moving without your explicit permission, drawn towards him in an almost instinctual manner, the desire to care for, to comfort, burning as it bubbles up in your chest, mixing with that intense sense of trepidation and invading your veins.

He permits you to wrap your arms around his torso as you nuzzle against him, body going rigid for a moment, still and stiff as marble, before he exhales again, melting into your embrace.

Several questions race through your mind at such a speed that they crash and clash together, becoming nothing more than incoherent jumbled lettering, tiny fingers curling in the fabric of his clothing as you try to pull him closer, nonsensical babbling spilling from your lips. A vacant ghost of a chuckle leaves his lips, nothing more than a simple huff of breath, and he squeezes you closer.

“Bad day?” the words are mumbled against his dirty t-shirt, what was once a pristine white now tarnished with ash and blood. You don’t get a response—you don’t expect one.

He doesn’t talk much, not on days like this.

He doesn’t need to.

Bad days—really bad, terrible, awful days such as this one—are surprisingly rare with Dabi. Sure, he’s had the typical ‘bad’ day before, where someone pisses him off, or he gets into a fight with his superior, but those bad days usually require railing you into your creaky, springy king-sized mattress until you’ve forgotten everything but his name and he’s fucked all of the anger and hatred out of his body.

They are not like this one. No, on days such as this, on days where he’s killed someone he deems to be innocent, someone who—like him—is a victim of heroism, he’s quiet, distant, unpredictable, bordering on unhinged, and you’ve learned to tread with extreme discretion.

But you don’t push, either, resolving to communicate through gentle touches, soft fingertips that run along his tense, broad shoulders and press into the hard coiled muscles, tender fingers that thread through inky tufts of hair, sapphire eyes closing as he hums and leans into the motion like a cat.

It’s only for a second, though, just a moment of weakness before he’s breaking out of your embrace, pushing past you and clearing his throat, glass door to the balcony sliding shut a moment later.

You don’t follow. You know better than that now, a phantom sting in your cheek serving as a reminder, the resounding sharp sound of glass shattering as it’s hurled at the floor slicing through your mind with such viciousness it makes you wince.

Instead, you sit. And you wait. Like you’re supposed to, like a good little girl, a book clutched between your quivering hands, unblinking eyes staring at the words on the page, nothing but incomprehensible symbols—lines and lines of black ink in meaningless shapes—as scorching sapphire loops through your mind.

Be a good girl, give him space, let him come to you. Be a good girl, give him space, let him come to you. Be a good girl. Give him space. Let him come to you.

It’s standard procedure, really.

And eventually, he does, comes back inside with an empty bottle of whiskey clutched in a hand, along with a crumpled package of cigarettes. You don’t know how long it’s been, muscles sore and joints aching from sitting in the same position for so long, eyes dry from staring at the same page, barely moving, barely breathing. His hand is bleeding, knuckles bruised and gleaming with sticky scarlet that’s still fresh and flowing, but it could be worse. It has been worse.

The harsh clink of the bottle against the kitchen counter makes you flinch, and he sighs, heavy and full of derision, eyes flicking up to glare at your side profile.

“I can hear you thinking,”

“You’re filthy, baby,” the words tumble past your lips, uncontrollable, involuntary, almost reflexive in your response, eyes snapping to his face and voice whiny, voice pleading. “Take a bath with me,”

And you can see it—can see it in the dark cobalt of his irises, what he needs, the very thing he’s fighting himself on, the very thing he’s fighting so hard against. Always so stubborn, so reluctant, so cautious.

Because, fuck, he used to be able to resist it, this pathetic ache for comfort—something that’s only managed to grow in your presence, that’s shifted and morphed from a dull smoldering to a raging fire, an insatiable longing for your fingers in his hair and your breath on his skin and your voice against his ear—a skill he’d been constructing, developing, perfecting, since he was thirteen years old. A skill you succeeded in shattering in the matter of a few measly months.

Because you—you’re different. And he hates it sometimes, he swears to the good Lord he does, but hating it doesn’t make it any less true. You break him down, you make him weak, you make him want, and the longer he spends around you, the more he finds that he doesn’t fucking care. And that’s irritating, that’s exciting, that’s terrifying, that’s new.

Fury blisters his chest, his lungs, his throat as he holds your stare, jaw clenching twice. But you don’t falter, not like the rest of them, not like anyone else—everyone else. You never falter, always so eager to see the good in him, a snort leaving his nose at the thought. The good in him. Is there any good left in him? Was there ever any good in him in the first place? Are you the good in him, now? Does he care?

And he’s not sure he’ll ever understand it, but he’s beginning to realize that, maybe, he doesn’t have to.

Maybe, it doesn’t matter. Maybe, it’s okay, if you love him, if he loves you.

Maybe.

It’s too much, and he can feel frustration stinging his eyes, long delicate eyelashes fluttering as he quickly blinks it away. Spears, sharp and cold, splinter your chest at the sight, but you know if you begin crying too, you’ll lose him. You know that if you begin showing what he considers weakness, he’ll pull away, even though this is what he so clearly needs most.

So you steel yourself, swallowing hard against the pain collecting in your throat, will the tears away and force your body to stay calm, approaching him slowly as if he’s some sort of feral animal prone to lashing out.

Apprehension is clear in his azure eyes, head tilting a little as they narrow, regarding you with skepticism, with suspicion.

It’s bold, and dangerous, and—as far as Dabi’s concerned—fucking stupid, but you don’t care, determined to prove to him that you aren’t going anywhere regardless of how many tantrums he throws, no matter how many times he hurts you in his anguish. It’s almost desperate, really, this sheer need to prove to him that you aren’t scared of him, that irrespective of how soft he seems to think you are, you are strong, even if it’s in ways he could never understand, that you can be strong for him, when he needs it, that he can borrow some of your strength, if he needs to.

And that—that’s why he loves you. It hits him hard, as this realization always does, kicks him in the chest and knocks the breath out of him every time, and he’s not sure he’ll ever get used to it.

A tiny hand hangs in the air between the two of you, Dabi regarding the offer with a wary hesitance. Wiggling fingers attempt to entice him, earning a tiny smirk—a massive victory—as sapphire flits up to gaze at you through thick lashes, an eyebrow raised.

You match his expression, quirking an eyebrow of your own and nodding at your hand, speaking a moment later.

“Let me in, baby,” the words are barely above a whisper, but they’re so raw, filled with so much unadulterated love it hurts, pure and real and everything he’s never had before. “Let me help,”

And, God, it’s fucking overwhelming, how badly he wishes to give in to this unfamiliar compassion, how desperately he desires your affection, despite the malicious voice echoing off the walls of his skull, berating him for being so pathetic, so weak, so vulnerable.

But the urge to accept, to seek out consolation in you, wins, just as it always does, that nasty voice reverberating in his mind silenced the very instant his skin touches yours.

You let him make the last move, allow him to make that final decision entirely on his own accord, to grasp your hand in his, warm and rough, and pull you towards him, crushing you against his chest as he buries his face in your hair, eyes squeezed shut against that annoying burn of tears, chest stuttered with a hitched breath, air that gets caught in his throat as he chokes on the words he wants to say.

But he doesn’t need to say them. You already know.

“Come,” you murmur to him, fingers threading through the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. “Let’s take a bath,”

✰ ✰ ✰

The bathwater stings your skin, just a hint too hot to be comfortable, but you say nothing as you settle onto his lap in the cramped little tub, encompassed by frothy bubbles, dainty scent of orange citrus tickling your nose.

Heated fingertips press into your hips as he finds comfort the only way he knows how to, in your precious little whimpers and broken moans of his name as he bounces you on his cock, so vigorously you’re positive you can feel him in your tummy, the pads of his fingers searing his prints into your skin.

It’s heady, it’s intoxicating, it’s addicting, heightened emotions both pleasant and unpleasant swirling together with the symphony of your cries and his grunts as the water you’re submerged in begins to bubble and boil, to crack and pop, sudsy liquid sloshing over the side of the tiny tub as he forces you to ride him, faster and faster and faster until you’re whining and convulsing around him, and he’s filling you with thick cum, cock throbbing aggressively as he spurts load after load into you.

After, as he leans back against the cold tile, residual droplets sizzling into steam as his heated skin touches them. Gentle fingers card between his hair, water cascading through onyx strands as it pours over his head from a worn plastic cup—a faded Darth Vader staring back at you as you rhythmically repeat your actions until the tresses stick to his forehead and cheeks, drenched and shining in the low light of the washroom.

Heavy lids obscure the most brilliant sapphire from you as shampoo is massaged into his scalp, slow and unhurried and thorough, every stroke, every comb through inky clumps easing the turmoil in his mind bit by bit, calming the storm that’s been raging inside of him for hours now. Deep hums rumble in his chest as your fingers continue their ministrations, your eyes trained on your motions. And you can feel it, the tension dissipating from his body with each circle of foam rubbed into his soft hair, shoulders finally beginning to relax as he subconsciously nuzzles into your touch, following it, longing for it, aching for more.

He shifts then, after you’ve rinsed the soap from his hair, manhandling you into a position between his thighs, bare chest pressed tightly against your back. You work hard to keep your body from tensing, forcing your breathing to stay even, to stay calm as you brace yourself for what’s coming next.

“He was eleven,” he says after several long moments of silence, voice low and trembling, hoarse and heavy with remorse. “This time.”

This time. That’s the third innocent civilian—innocent by his standards, at least—this month.

That’s the first time it’s ever been a child.

You don’t turn around to look at him, not yet—he isn’t finished—simply opting to lace your fingers through his and bring your joined hands to your lips, kissing each wounded knuckle, crude staples catching in the dim warm light of the tiny bathroom.

You want to tell him it wasn’t his fault, even though it was. You want to tell him anything that’ll make him feel better, that’ll absolve the guilt so evidently gnawing away at his insides, even though you know there’s nothing you can say.

“What are—I don’t even—” his voice breaks and you feel his chest stutter against your back, feel him exhale harshly, breath cool on your damp shoulder, feel him swallow thickly as he tries again. Because as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, as much as he would never admit it, you know he needs release this from the confines of his mind—you know you’re the only person who can offer him such an outlet. “Why the fuck were there kids there in the first place? Huh? They shouldn’t—They shouldn’t have been there,”

Orphans are everywhere in this city, you murmur, lips moving against his rough skin. He knows. Orphans of heroes. He knows.

“I’m gonna kill Shigaraki, I swear to Christ. Sending us to a—a fucking place infested with fucking ch-children,” his fingers curl around yours, hand beginning to shake as it clutches you like a lifeline, like that guilt will devour him from the inside out, like he’ll disintegrate into nothingness, if he doesn’t. “I bet you he fucking knew—nah, I-I’m positive he did. Asshole only cares about himself, though. Doesn’t matter that—that the cause we’re supposed to be fighting for affects these stupid kids,”

You’re right, love.

The words leave your lips in a gentle breath, leaning your head back against his collarbone and staring up at him. Cobalt eyes stay trained on the cracked tile wall, jaw methodically clenching as his molars grind together, an attempt to quell the trembling of his chin, exhaling hard harsh breaths through flared nostrils.

“Whatever,” he huffs, voice still wavering and not nearly as self-assured as he wishes. “Th-That brat shouldn’t have been there in the first place,”

He shouldn’t have, you agree, finally squirming in his grasp, turning to face him, to straddle his hips again in the tight space of the tub. And he welcomes your affections readily this time, arms encircling your waist as he holds you tightly to him, blunt nails digging purple-tinged crescents into your flesh as he shoves his face against your neck, finally allowing those emotions he’s been fighting to leak from his eyes and absorb into your skin.

Little palms rub soothing circles into his back as he shudders against you, allowing him to empty his soul onto you as soft lips press chaste kisses to his damp hair, waiting until there’s nothing left, until his eyes are drained, azure glassy and bloodshot, nose twitching and red.

And after he’s done, when he finally pulls back, scrubbing aggressively at his nose as tiny sniffles hitch in his chest, gentle fingers begin to lather soap into his skin, washing away the dirt and grime and blood from the day. Fingertips carefully trace along the metal sutures decorating his body with immeasurable adoration, you whispering all of the things he so desperately needs to hear that he’d never dare to ask for, complimented by the tender touches that cleanse his soul with their unconditional love.

He’s bigger than you are, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to wrap him in a fluffy white towel, using another in an attempt to dry his hair as your hands move in shaggy motions, heart soaring in your chest when you pull a soft laugh from his lips, wet and wobbly and croaky, but a laugh nonetheless.

A mutual silence, gentle and comforting and stuffed full of an immense love, a special kind of love, a love words do not exist to explain, swathes your bodies as he allows you to dress him, pulling a ratty old band tee over his head and a pair of plaid PJ pants up his legs.

“You always look so cute in my clothes,” he rasps from his spot perched on the edge of the bed, glowing crystal eyes watching as you pull one of his t-shirts over your naked body.

A genuine bubble of laughter erupts from your throat as you climb into bed with him, immediately allowing him to latch onto you, to pull you towards him, to hold you close like his own personal plushie.

“Sleep,” you murmur as the two of you settle into a comfortable position, limbs tangled together, his head resting on your chest, fingers threading through his hair and then tracing down his neck, his back. “And then I’ll make you ramen,”

“The spicy kind?”

“Of course,”

I love you.

“Extra spicy?”

Laughing again, you feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin, grip around your torso tightening. “Extra spicy. Now, rest,”

More than anything else.

“With the little fish cakes?”

“Your favourite little fish cakes,”

More than words could ever tell you.

“And the pork belly?”

“And the pork belly,” you feel his chest rise with an inhale, hastily adding, “And those little cream puffs you love so much, from that dingy convenience store downstairs, for dessert. Now sleep, baby,”

He laughs, even though his vision is blurring, even though it comes out more strangled than anything else, because he doesn’t want to cry again, because his chest stings and aches and swells and warms, full of inexplicable emotions, feels like it’s going to fucking burst as it chokes and reinvigorates him all at once, and—God, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

Because even though he’s terrified beyond belief, he’s willing to try—just for you, only for you—as he continually realizes with each passing day that he isn’t sure what the fuck he’d do without you, now. Because you’re too entangled up in his life, too deeply embedded in his very soul, for him to ever remove you, now. Because as petrifying and unfamiliar as it is, he doesn’t want to, now.

Because even though he’s broken, irrevocably so, and you can’t fix him, won’t fix him, you’ll still stay, to hold those pieces so gently, so tenderly in your hands, you’ll still protect those fragments and keep them from shattering further, you’ll still give them the affection and devotion they need, the affection and devotion they deserve. Because you love every part of him, even the bad ones, even the shards with jagged edges that cut into the soft flesh of your palms every time you caress them.

Because you accept him wholeheartedly, flaws and all, and that’s—he’s never experienced anything like that before, this unlimited, unreserved, unquestioning love. And although he doesn’t know how to say this, isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to find the right words to communicate it, he’s beginning to learn that unfamiliar doesn’t always mean bad; that sometimes, it’s okay—it’s good—to be vulnerable. He’s beginning to learn that with you, in the warmth of your shitty little apartment, with the stove that only has two functioning burners and the fridge that’s perpetually too cold, he can be, without judgement, without fear, without trepidation.

Because you are his only salvation, and he wouldn’t trade this for the goddamn world.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi #todoroki touya #dabi fluff #dabi angst #aaaah this HURT #anyway big big big thank yous to mister for helping me come up with what we think dabi's favourite food would be #HAPPY BIRTHDAY DABIIIIIII

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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The Daughter Of Superman, The Adopted Son Of Batman...What Could Go Wrong? PT. 1

Jason Todd x Kryptonian!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.8K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I totally forgot about this one! If you like how cute and fluffy it is, just wait for PT. 2! It gets angsty >:) -Thorne

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They were pretty lazy teenagers when they weren’t busy saving the world with super speed, strength, and smarts. Even if their textbooks were spread all over his bed they were still too lazy to actually do their homework, instead scrolling through social media apps and trolling all the citizens of San Francisco about the identities of the Young Justice Team.

She glanced up from the advanced calculus textbook and stared at the boy laying across her thighs. “Tim, isn’t your dad hosting a gala this weekend?” he hummed in response, and she asked, “Are we allowed to come?”

He didn’t bother looking up from the tablet he was tapping at and nodded. “Yeah. Bruce already added your names to the list, (Y/N).” a flicker of a smile came over his lips and he added, “Of course I had to wear him down in order to get Bart on the list.”

She looked over at their speedster and grinned. “I’m kinda surprised Bruce actually let you on the list Bart.”

A shocked expression etched across his face and he questioned, “Why do you say that?”

(Y/N) shifted Tim’s head, smiling as he grunted from being moved, and rose from the bed, walking over to the minifridge. She pulled out a soda before jumping back on the bed. “Because between you, Tim, Conner, and me, you’re the one who gets us into the most trouble.” She shifted Tim’s head back into her lap, petting his hair until he smiled.

“I do not!”

“Oh really? Do you remember prom night? It’s been almost two years and they stillcall us and talk about the absolute mess we—well, you caused.”

“That cake wasn’t there when I started running, I swear!” he pointed at Tim. “Tim it wasn’t! You know that!”

The others cackled at his protest, and (Y/N) glanced at Conner. “You gonna bring M’Gann?”

A faint pink tinged his cheeks, and he shifted his gaze down at his physics textbook. “Uh…maybe.”

(Y/N) leaned forward, poking his cheek. “Your heart’s beating pretty fast, little brother.”

He swatted her hand and glared at her. “Shove off.”

She snorted and glanced at Tim. “What about you, Timbers? You going to go with Stephanie?”

“Steph and I aren’t dating anymore, (Y/N).”

“For now. But you two like each other.” She smiled and singsonged, “She’s your first love~”

“What about you?” Tim scowled. “Who’s your date?”

She grunted at him and laid flat in the bed, Bart’s legs under her back. “Are you kidding me? You know my dad won’t let me get a boyfriend, let alone a date to a gala for a night.”

“You’re nineteen, (Y/N). I think you’re allowed to start dating.”

“And my parents help pay for part of my utilities. Does it look like I’m going to do anything to tip that delicate balance of not having to pay for all that?” she sighed. “Dad’s always been that way when it comes to me.”

“Daddy’s little girl.” Conner grinned.

(Y/N) grunted and reached over, shoving Conner off the bed. “Don’t call me that. I am not a daddy’s girl.”

The others laughed at her and Tim quipped, “Yes, you are. You two go on father-daughter dates every month and take pictures to show everyone.” She glared at him and he smiled, continuing, “Maybe we can find a date for you at the gala.”

“You can try. But mom and dad are going to be there. If dad sees me with a boy, he’s liable to lose his mind.” The others laughed again, and (Y/N) rested her head down on Bart’s lap. “I need a dress, Timmy.”

He glanced over at her and tapped a few buttons before showing her the screen. “How does this look?”

(Y/N) took the tablet from him and looked over it, taking in the image of the navy-blue dress. “I like the color, but this is a Cinderella dress. Give me something not as…poofy.” He nodded and took the tablet back, tapped on it, then handed it back to her. “Hmm…too booby.” The other two boys giggled at her answer and Tim sighed, taking the tablet again.

He handed it back to her once more and she looked at the dress. “Mermaid silhouette…sheer side…strappy back…” She glanced up at Tim and nodded. “Got a pair of shoes to match?” He hummed and she grinned. “Then I’ll take it. Thanks Timbers.” He nodded once more, and she nudged Bart. “Oi Allen.”

“What?”

“Don’t run into the cake at the gala, okay? It’ll probably cost more than you.”

“It was an accident! Stop bringing it up!” The others simply laughed at him.

***At The Kent Farm***

“Mom! Dad! Jon! I’m home!” She shut the door behind her and turned, catching Jon who’d launched himself at her. “Kid you’re getting too big to do that.” He laughed at her and she let him down, ruffling his hair. “Where’s mom and dad?”

“Out back with Krypto.” He tugged on her sweatshirt. “Did you bring me anything from the tower, sissy? Did ya? Did ya?”

(Y/N) snorted and rummaged in her pocket, pulling out one of Tim’s crimson shurikens. “Tim gave this to me to give to you.” She handed it to him but held it when he reached for it, “Do not,” she warned firmly, “cut yourself with this or mom and dad will make you give it back after they finish tearing me a new one for giving it to you.”

“I won’t!” he promised and she watched his eyes light up in wonder when he took it. She ruffled his hair once more before walking towards the backdoor.

She stepped outside and saw her dad throwing a ball with Krypto, her mom watching from the back porch; she walked over and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Hey, mom.”

Lois glanced up at her and smiled. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re home early.”

(Y/N) nodded, sitting down beside her. “School let out for the week, and we didn’t have any missions from the Justice League, so I figured I’d spend a few days here instead of cooped up in the tower.”

“I’m glad you decided to come home, hon. It’s always nice when you come back.”

She looked up and saw Clark walking towards her. “Hey, dad.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Hey sweetheart, how were the boys?”

“They’re good. We did our usual thing.”

Clark sat on her other side. “Collapse on Tim’s bed and lay around like lethargic teenagers?”

(Y/N) snorted and shoved his shoulder lightly. “We were productive young adults. We finished over-break assignments and reports. Well…mostly. Still got that thirty page physics paper I have to write but…I’ll let that stew awhile.”

He chuckled. “Anything else happen today?”

“Talked about the gala this weekend.” She paused. “You guys are coming too, right?” They nodded and (Y/N) laid back on the porch, pulling out her phone. “Ugh…I remember how badly the Wi-Fi sucked out here. I don’t have any service at all.” She looked at her mom. “I don’t how a journalist like you manages to live in the middle of nowhere like this and still stay sane.”

Lois snorted and thumped her leg. “It’s called satellite service. Now c’mon, let’s go inside. Dinner should be done by now.” (Y/N) rose from the porch and they all began walking in when the sound and feel of rushing air came over them. She and Clark immediately spun, ready to defend themselves when they saw Conner hovering in the sky.

His eyebrows were drawn in slight concern. “(Y/N)! We need you!”

She nodded, shucking off her sweatshirt and pants, revealing the blue suit underneath. The crimson cape billowed around her and she glanced up at him. “What’s the situation?”

“We’ve got simultaneous bank robberies all over SF. Bart and Tim are already on the first few. I came to get you.”

(Y/N) turned to her parents. “Rain check on dinner guys.” She turned in the direction of San Fransisco, eyes darting wildly as she viewed her teammates positions. After a second, she nodded. “I’ve got em, Bart’s on the east, Tim’s on south. You take north and I’ll take west.”

He nodded and she shot up from the ground. They were almost in San Francisco when her father’s voice reached her. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

She curled her fists when the bank doors came into view and responded, “Always am, dad.”

***

“The dress looks fine, (Y/N).”

She glanced up at Tim who was smiling at her; she let out a sigh, letting go of the side strap she’d been tugging, still semi-uncomfortable with how it fit. “I know it does. But I feel like it’s still a little…grown up for me. I’ve never had a dress this open in the back or the sides since…ever.” The boys laughed and she smiled at Bart and Conner. “I forgot how well you two cleaned up.”

Bart pulled at both sides of the bowtie and winked at her, while Conner merely grunted, “I still hate tuxedos.”

“You’re definitely going to hate the long hours of your wedding then.” They laughed once more, and the car pulled around the venue.

Tim looked at them and grinned. “Show time, lady and gents.” They followed him out of the limo, grinning at the cameras as they walked inside.

Immediately, the view made her eyes go wide and she gaped. “Damn…this place is…really big.”

Tim shrugged nonchalantly, “I dunno, the ballroom in Wayne manor is bigger, but definitely more expensive.”

Bart shook his head. “Tim, my dude…we live on minimum wage not a billionaire’s salary.” (Y/N) and Conner simply nodded, still dumbfounded at the sheer size.

Tim rolled his eyes and looked around. “There’s Bruce and the others.”

She glanced in the direction he was looking and she saw her parents with Bruce. “Looks like mom and dad are busy chatting.” The others nodded and she turned to Tim. “What exactly are we supposed to do at a gala?”

“Have fun?” (Y/N) heaved a sigh and stared at him until he said, “You dance and drink and eat. That’s all you do.” He waved his hands. “Go knock yourselves out.”

They started to fan out when (Y/N) called out to them. “Wait!” They paused, turning back around. “We should go talk to Bruce and tell him thanks for inviting us.” They nodded and followed Tim over to Bruce.

He saw them coming and turned, holding out his hand to her. “Good to see you, (Y/N). You look wonderful this evening.”

Her cheeks warmed at the compliment and she smiled, giving his hand a firm shake. “It’s good to see you too, Mister Wayne, you don’t look too bad yourself. Thank you for inviting us to the gala.” The others shook his hand, and she turned to her parents. “Hey mom, dad.”

Lois walked around her and squealed, “You look so beautiful!”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks warm as the others smiled in her direction. “Mom…chill out, you’re embarrassing me.” She merely laughed but stepped back over to Clark’s side and (Y/N) looked around. “Bart have you—and he’s already at the buffet table.” Snickers sounded behind her and she sighed. “I’m going to make sure that the bottomless pit doesn’t devour all your food before your guests can eat, Mister Wayne.”

They watched her walk off and when she got over to the table Bart was standing in front of, she saw him shoving food in his mouth. “Oh my god…Bart, what are you doing?”

He turned to her, and swallowed, a sheepish smile crossing his face. “I haven’t eaten anything today,” he licked his thumb clean. “I’m hungry.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just try not to eat your fingers, would you?”

He snorted and pointed to an appetizer. “You should try the pigs-in-a-blanket. They’ve got this sauce on top that’s just—.”

A low voice cut him off. “They have pigs-in-a-blanket! What!” They turned to see a young man a couple years older than them reaching over. “The old man’s never had something this plain at a gala.” He popped one in his mouth, then turned to them. “You’re Timberly’s friends, right?”

They nodded and (Y/N) gazed, something about him tugging at her mind. “I know you from somewhere.” She stared into his teal eyes and suddenly she remembered where she knew him from; she’d never forget those teal eyes and how angry they’d been. “You’re Jason Todd, aren’t you? Bruce’s second son.”

He grinned. “That’s me. Have you and I met before? I have to agree with you, because you look really familiar.”

(Y/N) glared at him and crossed her arms, spitting. “We met in the Hall of Fallen Titans three years ago.”

Jason’s eyes briefly widened, before they narrowed in amusement. “You’re the one who threw me out the third story window after I kicked Timber’s ass.” He chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about all that, doll. Timmy and I are good now. You can ask the speedster about it.”

She continued to glower at him until Bart leaned over, propping his chin on her shoulder. “He’s telling the truth, (Y/N). Tim told me a while back that he and Jason are brothers now.”

Jason nodded and she finally stopped glaring at him. “Just so you know Jason, I can still throw people out windows.”

He smiled and held out a hand, watching her place hers in it; he brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, doll.”

Bart poked her side and grinned. “I’m gonna go see Tim and Conner. I’ll leave you two alone.”

He wandered off and (Y/N) pulled her hand back. “So, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Jason chuckled. “Oh, I was. I got better. We just made up a story about me getting lost, yadda yadda yadda, I’m not important.” He propped his elbow on the wall above her and grinned. “But what is important, is how pretty you look in your dress.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow. “Is that supposed to flatter me?”

“Is it not?”

“It could be a little better.”

He laughed and she found herself smiling along with him. He nodded towards the balcony. “Wanna get some air?”

She nodded, and they walked out into the night. (Y/N) gazed up at the stars and sighed in wonder. “There’s billions of them out there…I’ve never tried to leave earth and go search for them on my own.”

Jason leaned on the railing and gazed at her. “How come?”

(Y/N) shrugged, leaning against the railing too. “Dad’s full Kryptonian…me and Jon are, to use a less than favorable term, half-breeds.” She paused. “I’m not sure if I would survive like dad does out in space.”

“Won’t know ‘til you try.”

She huffed a laugh and looked at him. “If I’m wrong, I might die.”

“And if you try and you’re right, you won’t be dead.”

She shook her head at him, a smile playing at her lips. “You’ve got answers to everything, don’t you, Jason?”

He grinned at her. “I find that being sharp and witty helps with the crowds, doll.” The music sounded from inside the ballroom, and he stepped back, offering her a hand. “May I have this dance?”

(Y/N) rested her hand in his, feeling him pull her close, his other hand resting on her lower back; it was warm against her open skin and she cleared her throat. “I should warn you, I can’t dance to save my life.”

A cocky smirk crossed his lips and he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “I can take the lead, doll…all you have to do is give it to me.”

“Your flirtations need work too.”

Jason chuckled in her ear, making her shiver as he pulled back. “I don’t think they do.”

“Arrogance isn’t attractive, Jason.”

“Mhm.”

“It isn’t.”

“I heard you the first time, doll.” As they swayed to the music, he asked, “So, how’d you and Nerd-bird become friends?”

“We met through Conner.”

“The clone?”

“My brother.”

“Sorry.”

“He introduced the two of us, and we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Only friends? Nothing more?”

It was (Y/N)’s turn to smirk and she looked at him. “Are you asking because you want to know if there’s competition?”

He stopped moving and they stood still, her in his arms. “Just want to know if there’s anyone between me and first place.”

She huffed a laugh. “God, you’re something else.” Her eyes found his and she asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Jason nodded and stepped back, holding out his hand. “Where do you want to go?”

(Y/N) smirked and stepped forward, closing the distance he’d created, and wrapped an arm around his waist. His teal eyes widened, and she looked back at the party; no one noticed them, and she turned back to face him, “Up, up, and away.” They flew upwards, and she felt him latch onto her. “Why are you acting like I’m going to drop you, Jason?”

He made a waring noise in his throat. “I have a friend who’s an Amazon, and she is…very fond of throwing and dropping me.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Sounds like we’d get along spectacularly. She likes dropping you…I like throwing you out of windows…”

“That was one time. And you caught me when I was off-guard.”

“Uh huh, sure. You got your ass kicked by a sixteen-year-old and I think you’re just bitter.”

He grumbled at her. “Rub it in, why don’t you, doll.” She laughed and lowered them down; their feet hit the roof and he looked at it. “Wayne Enterprises? Why?”

She shrugged. “Cool tower…nice view.” She took a seat on the ledge, listening to him sit beside her.

He leaned over. “Almost romantic…don’t you think?”

(Y/N) eyed him, seeing a goofy smile on his face; she snorted, shoving him lightly. “You’re cheesy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

She glanced back at the water. “You know if this goes anywhere, my dad and your dad aren’t going to be happy.”

Jason snorted, nonchalantly replying, “Doll, there’s a few things I’m afraid of in life. Superman and Batman…are not those things.”

“Is that arrogance or confidence I hear coming through?”

He shrugged. “Probably a bit of both.”

(Y/N) smiled, then she felt his hand rest on hers, letting him link their fingers; she turned her face to him. “Is this the part where you tell me I’m beautiful and ask to kiss me?”

Jason grinned. “No, this is actually the part where I tell you you’re drop dead gorgeous…can I kiss you?”

She giggled, leaning in, and just before his lips brushed hers, she whispered, “You know I can kick your ass, right?”

He groaned. “Should I mention that strong women really do wonders to me?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and brought her free hand up, curling in his shirt. “Shut up and kiss me, Jason.”

“With pleasure.” His lips met hers, and she felt him bring his hand up, cupping her cheek. She pulled back ever-so-slightly, but he chased her, pressing his lips to hers again. He let go of her hand and brought his other hand up. He lowered her down until (Y/N)’s back was flat against the ledge; the chill from the stone made her arch her back off it, and press into his chest.

Jason pulled away slightly and smirked at her. “Cold?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “If you want to keep making out, jokes aren’t going to do the job.” He snorted at her and leaned forward again, intent on kissing her senseless when someone cleared their throat, startling them.

They sat up quick as lightning, turning in the direction of the sound. “I wondered where my daughter had flown off to.”

“Oh my god,” she hissed and covered her face with her hands. “Dad. C’mon…seriously?” Clark stepped onto the ledge and walked towards them.

Jason leaned down, whispering, “Is he going to throw me off the ledge?”

This made her giggle despite trying not to and she shoved him. “Shut up, Jason.”

He grinned at her and rose from his position, standing in front of her father. “Mister Kent.”

“That’s my daughter.”

“Oh, I know it is. I still remember how she threw me out of a building a few years ago. I get teary thinking about it.”

The corner of Clarks mouth rose, but then dipped back down, and (Y/N) stood up. “Dad, I’m nineteen. This whole, ‘daddy’s little girl can’t date’ bit, is getting old.” A hurt look crossed his face and she stepped forward, taking his hand. “To you, I’ll always be your little girl, dad. But sooner or later you’ve gotta come to grips with me dating and having…mature relationships.”

Clark held her gaze, then glanced at Jason who grinned and gave a thumbs up. “Does it have to be one of his kids? I mean if it’s going to be, I like Tim.”

“Ew, gross. Tim’s my best friend.”

“What about Dick?”

“Nice butt, but he and Kori are dating.” She paused and smiled at him. “The only one left is Jason, dad.”

Clark eyed Jason once more, then Jason offered, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m slightly afraid of your daughter.”

He sighed. “Thank you, Jason. I can tell.” Turning to her, he cupped her cheek. “It feels like yesterday I was bringing you home for the first time.”

“Dad…stop…we don’t need sentimentality right now.”

Clark hummed and smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead; he turned to Jason and leveled him with a hard look. “I don’t think I need to warn you about what happens if you make her sad.”

Jason gave him a mock salute. “Chances are I’ll be in ICU after I was thrown out a building.”

“Oh my god. Let that go.”

They laughed, and Clark rose from the rooftop. “I’ll need to get back to the party. Don’t do anything crazy.”

They waved him off and (Y/N) turned to Jason. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

He nodded. “There’s a pizza shop down the block from here.”

“Sounds great.” (Y/N) rose a few feet off the roof when she heard a cough behind her.

She spun around and looked down at Jason. “Doll…I don’t know if you know this…but I can’t fly.”

“Whoops. My bad.” She lowered back onto the rooftop and held out her arm.

He walked into it and wrapped an arm around her waist, then tipped his head to her. “Up, up, and away.”

(Y/N) snorted as she rose. “You’re still cheesy, Jason.”

The grip on her waist tightened as he murmured, “I know.”

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diaphragmjellyfish · 3 years

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Careful

So after I wrote that last Paul fic involving vaginismus, I got quite a few messages saying how much it meant to some of you and I just want to say how much it warms my heart to bring others joy or comfort through my writing. Like I’ve been telling a lot of you, fan fictions are amazing. I love them. But they’re not always realistic, and that can be damaging to people who think sex is supposed to go a certain way and then blame themselves when it’s not like that. We’re all different, and everyone deserves to have a partner that cares about your well-being and pleasure. Don’t settle for less.

Seth Clearwater x vaginismus!reader smut

(Seth is 18+ in this)

Being with Seth Clearwater was, in a word, magical. He truly was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was always there for you when you were upset or having anxiety, always made you smile and laugh, got you cute little presents or sometimes cool rocks that he found on patrol, and was super physically affectionate. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, hickeys, hand-holding. Y’all were the poster children for PDA. It made you nervous when you first started dating, because you thought he would want to get intimate right away. You knew that if you told him you didn’t want to have sex right away, he would be more than understanding. That’s just the kind of person he was. But you feared that holding off on intimacy would damage your relationship. Seth’s love language was physical touch. Yours was too, so stopping things every time it got too heated was a big roadblock in the relationship. Or so you thought.

The day came where you had to tell Seth about your vaginismus. He had asked tons of questions before letting you know how he felt about it all. What causes it? What does it feel like? How does the physical therapy work? Is there anything I can do to help? Once you explained the logistics of it all, you guys could start to be more open and honest about what you were comfortable with doing. It turns out, he thought you just didn’t want to be intimate with him. He thought you were only sticking around because of the imprint bond. Once you explained that yes, you definitely really really want to have sex with him, you just can’t right now, he was all smiles and wanted to try all kinds of stuff that didn’t involve penetration. You guys would have super open conversations about what he could and couldn’t do to you, and started experimenting with the things you were comfortable with. Let’s just say, Seth became an absolute master in the art of oral sex. For a while, it was all he could do, so he did it. A lot. I mean, you’d have to physically pull him away sometimes when it got too sensitive. He loved knowing that he could make you feel so much pleasure. It made him feel needed. Wanted. And of course you returned the favor.

You guys definitely have the foreplay routine down pat. Seth was almost always there when it came time for you to dilate every day. He would sit next to you, hold your hand, kiss you, or just talk to you about his day. Whatever you wanted, and whatever would distract you. He was so supportive, that when the day finally came that you wanted to try having penetrative sex with him, he said no. He didn’t think you had been using the biggest dilator long enough. What if he hurt you? What if you just didn’t like it? What if what if what if…..

But you had been waiting long enough. His support honestly turned you on. Every day when he would sit there while you did your therapy, you wanted to jump his bones for being so. Damn. sweet. No guy had ever cared about you to the point of withholding from sex for you. They always just let you put up with the pain. Not Seth.

“But baby, what if it hurts you?” he voiced.

“Then we can stop and try again another time.”

“But what if-”

“Seth,” you cut him off. “I know my body. Believe me, I’ve had to pay attention to it every day for the past year and a half while I did my exercises. I’m ready. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but don’t say no because of me. I want to try.” You sounded so soft and adorable while you said the last part that he nearly melted through the floor. Here he was, with the most beautiful girl on the planet all but begging him to have sex with her, and he was hesitating. That’s what love made you do.

“Ok, we can try. But you have to promise, I mean really promise, that the second it starts to feel anything but good, you’ll tell me.” His voice was laced with concern.

“I promise,” you said with so much confidence that he had to believe you.

“Alright. So we’re doing this. Did you want to… try it like, now?” The poor boy was a blushing mess right now. You just nodded your head and smiled. “Okay. Cool. Yeah, that’s cool. We can do it now. I’m totally down with that.” You knew based off of the way he was acting that you were going to have to make the first move, so you walked up, grabbed his face between your hands, and kissed him.

He seemed stiff, so you pulled away and said, “Everything ok?”

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah. Everything is perfect. I just… do you want to go to my room?” Again, you just nodded, and let him take your hand and lead you into his bedroom, closing the door behind you guys. Jeez, he seemed more nervous than you were. You sat down on the middle of his bed, and reached your arms out and did grabby-hands until he laughed and joined you, lying you down and hovering over you. He kissed you sweetly, giving you every opportunity to say stop. You didn’t, but instead threaded your fingers up through his inky hair and pulled him closer to you. He took this as a green light to deepen the kiss, and brush his tongue up against your own. You guys continued kissing for a while since this was comfortable territory for you both. He eventually started moving his hands under your shirt, first massaging your stomach with his thumb and then moving up. He pulled back from you suddenly, eyes wide. “No bra?”

“Nope. I didn’t want anything to get in the way today,” you smirked and slid your hands over his shoulders. He had a look of awe on his face as he pulled the hem of your shirt up. You sat up and took it off, throwing it to the floor. Okay, yeah, so you were eager. You’d never enjoyed sex before and you thought you actually might for the first time. It was exciting.

As you laid back down, his eyes never left yours. He came back down for another kiss before trailing his mouth down your jaw, suckling at your neck for a few minutes before it was covered in faint red marks, and moved down to your breasts. Seth had always worshipped your chest. It was one of his favorite parts of your body. The size, the shape, the feel, were all beyond perfect to him. You gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, your back arching up into him. He brought his hand up to massage your other breast while his tongue continued swirling around the first one. You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, just relaxing into the feeling and letting your muscles be at ease. He sat up for a second, which was far too long, to take his shirt off, and you opened your eyes to admire his sculpted body. You would have loved him even if he wasn’t a shapeshifting beast, but damn, the muscles that came with were such a nice bonus. And they weren’t just for show. You never told him this, but whenever he picked you up so easily or carried you around or pushed you up against a wall, you got beyond turned on. You always wondered what it would be like to have him actually get rough with you, but that would be for another time.

Once Seth thought your boobs had been shown enough attention, he slid his hand back down to your stomach, and then lower. He fiddled with the waistband of your jeans before popping the button at the front and dragging the zipper down torturously slow. You felt so hot at this point that you thought you would climb out of your skin if he didn’t touch you properly soon. You raised your hips in a silent signal for him to take them off, but he was too distracted by the feeling of your soft skin to notice.

“Seth,” you whispered. He looked up at you, hand already stilling in case you wanted to stop.

“What’s wrong?” he panicked.

“Nothing is wrong. Can you help me take these off?” His eyes widened at this, and then he smiled. He sat up on his knees, gripping the waistband of your jeans on either side of you, and you raised your hips as he pulled them down slowly, admiring your legs as each inch of them was revealed. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the lacey g-string you were wearing, which you had bought specially for this moment. You never really cared about wearing cute underwear before since it would always end up on the floor anyways, but this was a big day. At least you hoped it would be. So you wanted to wear something cute, and boy did Seth appreciate it.

Once your jeans were all the way off, he gave a low whistle and said, “damn. My girlfriend is the most beautiful woman alive. How did I get so lucky?”

You hit his shoulder and looked away blushing at this. And then… oh, then.

Your sexy werewolf boyfriend lay down on his stomach in between your thighs, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, and gave you a smirk that could only be described as savagely canine. He kissed the insides of your thighs, nipping here and there before soothing with his tongue, inching closer and closer to where you really wanted him to be. He liked to take his time with this part. He flattened his tongue and gave your center a broad lick over your panties, eliciting a small gasp. He did this several more times until your hips were writhing and grinding, desperate for more friction. He reached under you, gripping the fabric of your underwear before all but ripping them off you.

“Hey, easy. Those were expensive,” you haphazardly pointed, too lost in the moment to really care.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he spoke lowly into your center right before diving in and wrapping his lips around you, sucking and kneading with his tongue. You gave a small moan, fingers once again tangling in his hair. He kept this up, alternating between firm licks and small sucks, his tongue constantly flicking that perfect spot. Seth heard in Paul’s head through the mind link once that porn wasn’t accurate at all to what women actually got off on. You were supposed to pick 2, maybe 3 key moves and do those until she was close, and then just keep doing exactly that until she came. Women are about consistency and rhythm, so if you change it up, they have to start all over. This advice had not failed him yet. Had not failed either of you, and you could have kissed Paul if you found out that that’s where Seth had gotten this tip. Fifteen delicious minutes later and you were teetering on the edge. You used to be insecure about how long you took to finish, but Seth had always reassured you that he just wanted you to feel good, and he would spend all day between your legs if he could. You were right there, legs shaking and eyes screwed shut, but couldn’t quite get that knot in your stomach to unravel. Seth pulled away, sensing your impatience, and knew you needed a little push. He got up and opened your bedside table, pulling out the large bottle of lube that you used for dilating, slathering his middle finger in it, and laid back down between your legs.

You knew what he was going to do, and trusted him enough to be careful, so you lie back and relax, knowing he would get you there no matter what. He dove back in with his lips, tongue flicking and rubbing for another few seconds before positioning his finger at your entrance, swirling it around to distribute the lube. He looked up at you, knowing you liked to guide his hand at first to make sure you were comfortable. You grabbed his hand, sliding his finger in slowly, inch by inch. You were pretty worked up at this point, so it didn’t take very long before his finger way fully inside you. He stilled his hand, waiting for you to give the all-clear, still sucking at your clit like a starving man. You tugged at his hair, shifting your hips against his hand, which he knew to be the cue to start moving. You didn’t much like the in-out feeling of being fingered. You preferred the pressure of him pressing on certain spots. He twisted his finger slowly so that his palm was facing upward, and began to stroke your top wall, making you shudder.

This was going to push you over that edge. Several minutes of consistency, pressure, and suction had you cumming hard, grinding on his face and moaning his name loudly. When you came down, Seth was still going, though more gently since he knew how sensitive you got post-orgasm. You had to whine and tug on his hair to get him to take his mouth off you, his finger stilling but remaining inside.

“Wow,” you breathed, eyes closed in a haze.

“Wow yourself, Gorgeous,” he winked at you. You made a move to reach down and grab him through his sweatpants, but Seth was quick to pull your hand away. “This is about you tonight,” he said with total sincerity. You wanted to argue that it was about both of you, but you knew he had his mind set on taking care of you, so you decided to let him. “You ready to try, baby?”

“Hell yes,” you laughed, sitting up. “Maybe I could start on top? That’s how I dilate and I could control it better that way.”

“I was just about to say the same thing,” he teased back. He moved to lie back against the headboard after taking his pants off as you kneeled on the edge of the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube. While you were turned away from him, he brought his hand to a cheeky slap on your ass, catching you by surprise.

“Hey!” You squealed and then giggled, turning to give him a playful glare.

“I couldn’t resist! It was right there,” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.

You simply rolled your eyes at this, grabbing a condom from the bedside table as well. You turned to him, still kneeling, and handed him the condom, which he ripped open with his teeth (and it was so hot). He slowly rolled it onto his rock hard dick, keeping a hand around the base as he looked up at you. “You absolutely sure about this?” he questioned.

“Yes Seth. I really want to.”

With this, you climbed up to straddle his lap, squirting generous amounts of lube onto him and spreading it around with your hand. You knelt up, positioning him at your entrance after throwing the lube on the floor. He sat straight up, hands going around your waist, one reaching up behind you to cradle your head. He gave you a passionate kiss as you lowered slightly, letting the tip of him find its way in. You stopped here, doing some deep breathing as Seth stared intently at your face, looking for any signs of discomfort. Seth was slightly smaller than your largest dilator, but what had you slightly concerned was the friction. The in-out-in-out factor usually caused you pain when you tried bouncing on your dilators. You would just have to keep the lube on stand-by and remember to breathe with your stomach.

When you were sure you would be ok, you lowered more, sinking down an inch with every exhale. Seth lovingly rubbed your back, hand petting your hair as he waited patiently for you to adjust. You felt unbelievable around him, but he didn’t want to express too much pleasure, fearful that you would put up with any pain for his benefit. He settled for nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you as close as he physically could. You lightly scratched at his shoulders, holding on for dear life. You had to stop for a moment at the half-way point, trying your best to control your pelvic muscles and picturing a flower bud opening in your mind. Slowly, you lowered another inch, and then another, and another, until you could feel his thighs touch you. At this, you sat down fully on his lap, his cock sheathed fully inside of you.

I need a minute you thought. This was a lot. Silicone dilators were one thing, but to have your boyfriend inside you like this was completely different. He was warm, hot even, and you could feel his pulse, feel the throb in his veins. The twitch of him deep inside you.

“Fuck,” Seth gasped quietly, as if he didn’t want you to hear.

“Feels good?” you questioned.

“Mm-hmm. Are you okay?” He asked right back, face still buried in your neck.

“I think so. Just give me a second.”

“Take all the time you need, baby. Do you want me to touch you?” His hand came over from your back and he grazed your lower stomach with his knuckles.

“No. Too much,” was all the answer he needed before he wrapped his arm around your back once again, massaging your skin soothingly. This was going on too long, you thought. Seth was probably dying right now. You didn’t want him to suffer, so you lifted your hips a couple inches, sinking back down on him. You felt a stinging sensation at your entrance, but ignored it. Before you could lift your hips again, Seth grabbed your waist in a vice-like grip, still holding you against him but stopping all movement.

“Don’t you dare,” he spoke softly yet firmly. “I can feel how tense your muscles are right now. Relax and then you can try again.” You wanted to cry at this. He was getting frustrated. He was going to break up with you! But you silenced those negative comments and realized he was right. So you took some deep breaths again, focusing on the pressure of his tip deep in your walls, the feel of his fingers grazing your back, his other hand playing with your hair. You closed your eyes and focused only on the sensations. “There you go, Sweetheart,” he said as he felt you relax around him. Instead of going straight up and down this time, you ground your hips against his, making circles on top of him. And it felt… good? Jesus. For the first time in your life, sex wasn’t hurting. It still felt a little tight and stiff, but it didn’t hurt. So you kept at it. Your breathing picked up at the sensation, along with the exertion of kneeling for so long. Seth pulled his face out of your neck and used the hand that was petting your hair to pull you into a passionate kiss. You guys made out as you continued to circle your hips, both of your breathing labored. Seth gripped your ass in one of his hands, helping control your movements as your legs began to shake.

“You getting tired, baby?” he questioned, even though he could see that you were. You just nodded, slowing down a little. “Do you want to try a different position? Maybe one where I could do some work?” You wanted to, but were nervous. The trust you had for Seth was absolute, but what other position could work?

“Like what?” you questioned hesitantly.

He thought for a moment, hands stilling your hips, before he cracked a smile. “I have an idea. Here,” he spoke as he shifted you both further down the bed and laid back so he was flat on his back, you still on top of him. He brought you down so you were stomach to stomach, hands going to the small of your back, and planted his feet on the bed. He held you close as he lightly thrusted up into you.

“Oh,” you breathed a moan. This felt really good. Being on top and controlling the movement had been good to adjust, but having Seth fuck up into you like this was another level of pleasure. He barely thrusted, but still hit the right spots. And you could still easily lift your hips to pull away if it started to hurt.

“Good?” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm. Oh my God,” you whispered to yourself, reaching up with one hand to grab the headboard. You thought you heard him breath a laugh, but were too lost in the moment to pay much attention to anything but Seth’s movements. He kept a steady pace of small thrusts, going slowly, never questioning the pace or pushing your limits. After a while, you started to push your hips back against his as he went into you.

“You want to try going a little faster, Sweetheart?” he questioned gently.

“Yes,” you said with half-lidded eyes as you looked right into Seth’s coffee-colored irises.

He brought himself out a little further at this, pushing back into you slightly faster than before, and hitting that perfect soft spot inside you that had your toes curl. You released a real moan this time, and Seth swore he could have cum from that sound alone. He kept this pace up, not daring to go any faster since you both were already enjoying it so much and he didn’t want to risk ruining the moment with pain. For the first time in your life, you felt actual pleasure from penetration, and you wanted more. You wanted to cum, and you felt like you actually could. With this realization, you brought one of your hands down to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles on it that had your moans go up in pitch.

Seth grabbed your hand, putting it back on his chest as he reached down and began rubbing you with his own fingers and cockily stating, “That’s my job.” You felt your eyes roll back in your head at this, and it was the hottest thing Seth had ever seen. You felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, tightening faster than it ever had before. After just a couple more minutes of this, you moan “Oh, Seth. I think I’m gonna cum.” Of course this only spurred him on to keep going. Consistency, he reminded himself. Don’t change a thing. And he didn’t, not until you were seeing stars, trembling on top of him and screaming his name as your climax crashed into you like a wave. You had to rip his hand off your dripping center when the sensations became too much, and he stilled inside of you.

“Did you finish?” you questioned him once you came down, confused. If he had, it had sure been subtle.

“No, but I didn’t know if you were okay to keep going. You seem pretty sensitive right now.”

“Seth, I want you to cum too. Just… do you think you could like, not take a while? Like, could you finish in the next couple minutes? I’m okay now but I don’t want to push it.”

“Baby, I can finish in the next 30 seconds after looking at your face while you came like that.” You blushed deeply at this, breath picking back up again as he continued to gently thrust into you. He screwed his eyes shut after a couple thrusts, losing rhythm in his hips as he spilled into the condom with a growl and relaxed underneath you. “Fuck,” was all he said.

You laughed. “Yeah, fuck.”

He let you sit up and pull off of him at your own pace before dismounting and moving to walk to the bathroom.

“Wait! Wait,” he almost yelled, startling you half to death as he sat up, removed and tied off the condom, and hopped off the bed to throw it away. “This is the part where you let me clean you up and take care of you.”

“You just did take care of me, Seth,” which made him giggle.

“Not like that silly goose! Just stay there.” He joked as he made his way into the bathroom, coming out with a damp towel. “Spread ‘em,” he motioned towards your legs. You laughed deeply, obliging. He was ultra gentle as he wiped the lube off the insides of your thighs, kissing your knees as he finished. Then, he threw the towel into the hamper and retrieved his softest sweatshirt and placed it over your head as you moved your arms into the sleeves. “And now, we cuddle.” He looked so damn pleased with himself.

You laid your head on Seth’s warm chest, his arms coming to wrap around your waist. You two stayed like this for a while, just soaking in the details of what just happened. You did it. You had sex with your boyfriend. Actual penetrative sex, and it didn’t hurt.

As if reading your mind, Seth spoke. “I’m so proud of you.”

#twilight #twilight smut #seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #seth x reader #vaginismus #dilating #booboo stewart #paul lahote #embry call #wolf pack #sam uley #jacob black #jared cameron

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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when they wrongfully accuse you of cheating ~ misfits

request?: yes!

“Hello, can you do please do post about Misfits when they wrongly accuses reader of cheating? Have a nice day❤”

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, angst

masterlist (one, two)

FITZ:

After his not so great run in with She Who Shall Not be Names (Katerino), Cameron’s trust levels were not very high. When he started dating you, he tried to push those concerns to the back of his mind. You had a similar experience with an ex as he had with Kate, so he felt the likeliness of you cheating on him was very slim. But then he met a friend of yours, a friend that happened to be a guy, a guy friend that Cameron felt was getting a little too close to you. This, unfortunately, resulted in a fight that lasted nearly an entire hour. “(Y/F/N) is just a friend, Cam! There’s nothing between us!” “You spend so much more time with him than you do with me, though. You’re always out together, you always want to hang out with him, you were even out with him the other night when you told me you were going out for a girl’s night!” You scoffed and handed the final blow of the argument, “If you fucking listened to me for one second you’d let me explain that (Y/F/N) is fucking gay!” You slammed the door behind you as you left Cameron’s apartment, leaving him speechless, heartbroken, and feeling like a complete fucking idiot.

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INOTORIOUS:

While Matt often did join in on the jokes at his expense with his friends, he couldn’t help but take them to heart too. He knew none of his friends meant anything by what they were saying, but he often found himself believing the playful insults they threw his way. This led to him believing he wasn’t good enough to be with you and worrying about the day when you’d realize you could do better and break up with him. All his fears and insecurities came to a head when he noticed how close of friends you and Cam were becoming. “I don’t like that you hang out with Cam so much.” You looked up at him over your laptop, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” “I just...I don’t like it. I don’t mind that you’re friends with the guys, but you and Cam are...you’re different. I don’t like it.” You placed your laptop aside and sat up so you could directly walk to him. “What exactly is different about me and Cam?” “You just...you’re all touchy feely and you have inside jokes and you hang out alone together a lot...like...like a lot a lot.” “I don’t hang out with Cam alone at all. Usually one of the guys is there with us.” “You go out smoking weed with him.” “Yeah, and you can see us through the glass windows that lead out into the backyard, that’s hardly alone. What’s this really about, Matt?” He shuffled in his seat, not wanting to voice the concerns that he had. He was looking down at his hands, avoiding eye contact at all costs. This was enough of an answer for you. “You think I’m gonna fool around with Cam behind your back?” Matt started to shake his head, but then stopped. “Matt, you know I’d never do that to you. Cam is just my friend, I think of him as the big brother I never had.” “But he’s...he’s like...so much better than I am...” You stood up to hug Matt, bringing his head to your chest and cradling him as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Cam is far from better than you, Matt. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I’d be crazy to let you go for anyone else, let alone Cam. You’re my one and only, okay? I love you.”

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MCCREAMY:

Long distance relationships sucked ass. Especially when the person you were dating was in a whole other country with a totally conflicting time zone. Having the times line up where you and Jay could call one another and talk for long periods of time very rarely ever lined up. It was hard, but the two of you tried your best. You texted each other at least once every day and tried to call when possible, and even posted cute little Instagram things just so you could tag one another in them. Jay saw one of these posts one day and his heart felt light with happiness. He wished he could just see you in person and finally be able to hold you and kiss you. He was about to continue scrolling when another post by you popped up, this time with another guy. It was a mirror selfie from a club of some kind. You were dressed in short shorts and a crop top and you were basically sitting in the guy’s lap. Jay felt himself becoming slightly angry at the post. Obviously you had meant to post it, there was a caption and the person was tagged, but had you meant for him to see it? He called you almost immediately, not caring if he was waking you or interrupting something. You answered on the second ring, sounding like you had been drifting off to sleep. “Jay? What’s up?” “Who is that in your latest Instagram picture?” You hummed in response, still out of it. “Didn’t I post one of the two of us?” “I meant before that.” You made another noise like you were thinking, before saying, “Oh, that’s (Y/F/N).” “Why were you sat on his lap in the picture?” “Jay, can we talk about this later? I can barley form a coherent thought right now so it feels like everything you’re saying it going over my head.” “No, I want you to tell me right now why you posted that picture with another guy.” There was some shuffling, then the sound of a light turning on. He could hear you yawn on the other end before you said, “Did you read the caption at all?” “A little.” He hadn’t. “Then you know that the picture is from years ago, before you and I even met. And that I was posting it to remember when (Y/F/N) and I met years ago in a bar when he photobombed a picture I was taking.” Jay was silent. He didn’t really know how to respond to that at all. He was starting to feel like an idiot, why didn’t he just read the caption? “I’m gonna go back to sleep,” you said, breaking the silence. “Call me at a reasonable time when you’re ready to apologize for whatever this was about.” Jay listened as you hung up, leaving him in shocked silence, feeling like a complete idiot.

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SWAGGERSOULS:

Despite his jokes online about his appearance, Swagger was actually pretty insecure about the way he looked. When the two of you had first started talking online, he refused to do video calls or to send you pictures for the first while because he was afraid you wouldn’t find him attractive. He build a small bit of confidence to finally start talking to you face to face and to actually meet you in person. But the insecurities regarding his looks were always there, and they led to your first fight as a couple when Swagger saw you dancing with a guy while you, the Misfits, and some of your girl friends were out together. “Why the fuck were you dancing with him?!” he called over the thumping club music. “I didn’t know I was dancing with him! I thought it was (Y/F/N)! We went out onto the dancefloor together and I thought she was still behind me. I didn’t know it was another guy until you came over.” Swagger scoffed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “No, tell me Swagger.” “I just have a hard time believing you didn’t know some guy was grinding up behind you and you really just thought it was your friend. Did you really think I wouldn’t see? That I wouldn’t do anything about it?” “I didn’t fucking know!” “Whatever, (Y/N). Enjoy your dancing!” He left you shocked as you watched him walk away. Your face was on fire from anger and confusion, meanwhile Swagger was downing the beer he had in his hand, hoping to forget the night entirely when he woke up the next morning.

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TOBYONTHETELE:

Toby prided herself on not being jealous or jumping to conclusions. She had a massive amount of trust in you, she always had. You had never given her a reason to believe otherwise. But when you started hiding your text messages from her, taking your phone with you every time you left the room instead of just leaving it there like you usually did, being vague about where you were and what you were doing, Toby couldn’t help but feel suspicious. You had never acted this way before, and she knew she shouldn’t jump to conclusions but she just couldn’t help it. All the signs pointed to one thing: you were seeing someone else. Toby worried over it for so long that she nearly made herself sick, and that’s when she finally snapped. She confronted you when you came home from one of your secret “errands” you went on. “If you’re cheating on me, just fucking break up with me and get it over with.” You were shocked. “What? Babe, I’m not cheating on you. Why would you think that?” “You’re so secretive and you hide your texts from me and your phone. You’re always so open with me, but lately you’ve been hiding something. The only logical thing is you’re seeing someone else.” You tried to hold back your laugh but it was nearly impossible. You started to giggle, which frustrated Toby even more. “Toby, I’m not seeing someone else. It’s going to ruin everything, but I was being secretive cause I was trying to plan this big surprise birthday party for you.” You laughed harder at her dumbfounded face as you hugged her and kissed her cheek. “You know I’d never cheat on you, babe. I love you too much.”

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ZUCKLES:

Mason loved to party. Literally everyone knew that, you included. You were more than fine with that, but what you weren’t fine with was him always leaving you alone when he went to parties. At first it was just nerve wracking considering the fact that you didn’t know anyone, but then it became downright frustrating for your boyfriend to leave your side the minute you walked through the doors of a house party or a club. It was even worst because it gave creepy drunk guys the opportunity to try and flirt with you because you were there all alone. The night that Mason finally caught some guy getting a little too close to you, you felt relief when he saved you. The relief quickly went away when Mason’s angry face turned to face you. “Who the fuck was that?” You scrunched up your nose at the stench of alcohol coming from him. “Some creep. Can we go home?” “Why was he getting close to you like that?” You scoffed. “Why are you getting so angry? He was flirting with me, not the other way around Mason.” “I don’t like finding my girlfriend getting close with some other dude when I’m not around. How many times has this happened?” You felt anger rising within you. How the fuck was he here getting angry with you when you were the one being hit on by some creep? “It’s happened nearly every time that you have left me alone when we go out, Mason. Which, newsflash, has been every time we go out! Don’t fucking stand here and get angry with me when you leave me alone for creepy drunk guys to try and hit on every time we go out! Also, the fact that you’d even think that I would hit on a guy when you’re not around is an extremely low fucking blow, Mason. I love you more than anything, I would never even think about flirting with someone else. The fact that you’re accusing me of anything right now and not listening to me is so fucking disgusting. I thought we had trust Mason!” When you started to walk away, Mason grabbed your arm. “Where are you going?” You yanked your arm free and responded, “Home! You make the decision if you trust me enough to believe me!”

#misfits #misfits imagine #goodguyfitz #inotorious #mccreamy #swaggersouls #tobyonthetele #zuckles #imagine #misfits preference #preference #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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infernalrevenge · 3 years

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Kiss The Girl

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: G/T

Summary: Reader doesn't know how to handle how beautiful their girlfriend is. One thought in particular has preoccupied their mind as the two of them spend time together.

Notes: The real summary of this is actually "Reader wants to kiss Donna so bad" because hey don't we all HAHAHA. In this house, we love two pining idiots, even in an established relationship setting. Enjoy!

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“Y/N, please tell Donna she looks fine!” Angie whined, only to be cradled even closer to the lady’s chest.

“You look fantastic, darling. As always,” they assured her, smiling widely as they laid both hands on her shoulders.

Y/N managed to convince Donna to wear an eyepatch to cover her Cadou scar around them instead of her usual veil. They knew how insecure she felt about having it exposed, so the both of them figured this might be a good compromise. They always assured her that she was beautiful no matter what, but until she was ready to reveal that part of herself to everyone else, then this should do.

The only thing was, after some time, they didn't realize how overwhelming it would be to get to see Donna's face so often.

They had become very familiar and in-tune with her non-verbal mannerisms -- how she twiddled her thumbs when she started to get bored during family meetings, how her hands clenched to fists then loosened when she got frustrated but didn't want to make a scene of it, the soft hum she would let out when she was satisfied with how a project was going. Getting to see all of that as expressions on her face and more have somehow made her even more endearing.

Did she always scrunch her nose like that when she was threading a needle? And how did it never occur to them that there would be a sparkle in her eye whenever she read something she found fascinating on plants? Oh god, she's so cute when she blushes too, this just isn't fair! Their heart can only take so much.

Then there's Donna's lips -- full in shape, with just a tint of pink to contrast her pale skin. She purses them together when she's deep in thought, she bites down on her lower lip when she's nervous or embarrassed -- and her smile? The soft curve of her lips whenever Angie cracks a joke or Y/N compliments her?

It always knocked the wind out of them.

Even just sitting with her right now, they could barely focus on the novel they were supposed to be reading together and just looked at Donna's serene expression. She was snuggled into their side, her feet up on the couch as the book rested on her lap so both of them can see, and Angie mirrored her position against her side. It was clear that they have established a comfortable space between them -- Donna had never felt so at ease to the point that her posture was this relaxed. She felt safe.

They knew what she had been through and what it took for her to get to where she was. Their chest swelled with affection for her, so happy to know that she trusted them enough to be this at ease in their presence, that she was willing to share her interests and insecurities and everything that made her who she was. At that moment, only one thought rang through their mind as their gaze landed on her lips.

God, I wanna kiss her.

"Y/N?" she called out, snapping them out of their trance. "Are you finished with this page, love?"

Oops.

"I bet they're not even reading," Angie snickered. They could feel the tips of their ears start to heat up in embarrassment.

"I, uh... I was just sort of, um, distracted, I guess."

Despite being together for a while now, Y/N had never actually gotten to kiss Donna. Perhaps it was because the veil used to be an obstacle and they weren't sure if they could cross that threshold just yet while she still wore it frequently. But it was never a problem before when they would plant soft kisses on her forehead and temples through it, and they have gotten away with sneaking a kiss onto her cheek before.

"What's on your mind?” She closed the book though left her index finger between the last page they were on and faced them, looking concerned.

They suddenly grew shy, rubbing on the back of their neck as they averted their gaze down. What a strange role reversal. They didn’t mean to interrupt their reading time by letting their mind wander. Still, they knew they could be honest with her, so they decided to just say it.

“You, actually... You’ve been on my mind.”

It was her turn to be shy now, eyes casting down. Ah, now this scenario felt more familiar.

“Um... what about me?” She was nervous, judging by how she started chewing on her bottom lip. Y/N caught sight of it, and they felt their heart start to beat faster.

They wished they could be the one to bite it.

“I’ve just been thinking about, like, you and how pretty you are and wonderful and sweet and you just trust me so much and I love that and I wanna show that so--”

“You wanna kiss her, don’t ya?” Angie chimed in, jumping and getting all up on Y/N’s face, which was quickly heating up at how plainly the doll saw right through them. She couldn’t make too many expressions but if she could, no doubt she would be smirking.

“I-I, well, I mean, not that I-- it’s not, I mean I do--”

“You’ve been staring at her mouth for almost the entire hour we’ve been here.”

Donna lunged for the doll, letting go of the book in her haste and pulled her away from Y/N.

They blinked, looking up at the lady, “Wait, did you notice too?”

She looked off to the side, shrinking back. “Duh,” Angie supplied. Well if she noticed then surely the lady did as well, seeing as Angie was an extension of her.

“So are you gonna kiss her or what?”

Donna quickly pulled Angie back onto her lap, as if to say that that was enough. She ducked her head behind her, trying to hide her face from their view.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Donna has had similar thoughts, and likewise had no idea what to do about them. She had thought about maybe hinting to it every now and then and just hoped that they pick up on it -- a subtle look here, a touch there. They very much did not.

(Angie already explained that it was a dumb strategy but what else was she supposed to do? Ask outright? What if they said no? What if they become disgusted by the thought of it? What if they're just not into kissing? What if--)

She scooted farther onto the other end of the couch, hoping to get away before she could embarrass heraelf any further, only for Y/N to reach for her -- not quite touching since they didn't want to startle her, but just enough to catch her attention. "Wait."

She stayed still, one hand on the armrest and a foot planted on the floor. She still seemed ready to flee, so Y/N tried to mitigate the awkwardness. What better way to start than with honesty?

"I do, by the way. I mean, I want to. To kiss you." A pregnant pause passed. "If you want to! O-only if you want to, I don't want to impose anything, I just wanted to--"

"Yes."

Another pause.

That actually came from Donna. It wasn't Angie speaking on her behalf to get it over with, it was her voice. It came from her.

"Yes?" They wanted to be sure.

"Yes. I... do too."

"Oh." They felt their mouth quirk up, relief starting to wash over. "Oh. Then..."

They moved closer to where Donna was now, approaching slowly as she started to relax again. She sat back down on the couch, clutching her doll close but keeping her still in her arms. Y/N settled right next to her and never took their eyes off her face. Their proximity to each other was nothing new at this point, they had cuddled more times than they can count, but suddenly their closeness made them feel those same butterflies in their stomach from the first time. It drew the line of want and anticipation.

Oh my god, this was happening.

They reached up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing against her skin. Their eyes locked with her dark gray ones, moving just a little closer, wanting to give her the opportunity to back away, but she stood (or rather, sat) steady.

"May I?" they whispered.

Donna didn't say anything, only letting her eyes slip closed as soon as she felt their breath ghosting over her lips, granting silent permission. They followed her lead and leaned in, finally closing the distance between them with a soft kiss.

Donna couldn't help the shiver that went down her spine as soon as they made contact, overwhelmed with emotion yet anchored by the feeling of their lips on hers. Everything she had read in those stories and seen on those shows about when two people who love each other finally, finally kiss? The culmination of their feelings and simultaneously the beginning of something new altogether? It was nothing like she imagined -- this felt so much more... magical.

As for Y/N, they never imagined it could be like this. Sure, they had thought about what it might actually feel like, how things might lead up, but those fantasies are now in shambles compared to the real deal. They felt like their senses were alight; the feeling of her warm lips, the scent of flowers on her person, the warmth of her body against theirs -- they were aware of all of it, and wanted nothing more than to commit this moment to memory. When they felt her lips move against theirs, it was a miracle that they hadn't melted into a puddle on the floor.

They felt her smile against their mouth, and at that point they had to pull away because they couldn't stop the laugh bubbling up inside them from escaping. The lady looked up at Y/N, smile widening. "What is it?" she asked softly.

"I'm just... so happy," they replied between giggles, wrapping their arms around her waist to pull her close. "I love you so much, Donna."

It was her turn again to be the bashful one. They only got a glimpse of how quickly her face turned pink before she proceeded to hide it against their shoulder, her hands clinging onto their shirt. “I... love you too, Y/N.”

If they were to name just one great thing that came out of all this, it was that they can’t wait to make her dizzy with kisses whenever they desired and watch her get flustered in real time.

It seemed Donna had the same idea though -- as soon as she lifted her head up again, she immediately lunged forward for a second kiss. She wrapped her arms around their neck and caught their lips in hers. Y/N returned the favor in kind, but the moment didn't last long -- interrupted by a high-pitched yelp. "Ow!"

"Sorry, Angie!" The lady broke off and tried to pick up the doll, only for her to bound back up and move away.

"Ah-ah, no! Keep going! I'll stay out of your hair," she insisted, floating out of the library to who knows where.

Donna looked back up at Y/N, embarrassed, though they didn't let her wallow for long and continued where they left off. They pulled her in for another passionate kiss, guaranteed to leave the both of them breathless and wanting more.

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #lady beneviento #lady beneviento x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #as someone who's never been in a relationship #i dont know if it's realistic of a couple who's been together for a long time to have never kissed before #but you know what this is donna we're talking about anyway #yes i've never been in a relationship or been kissed yes i'm above legal age #we exist

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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Stronger together.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader

Word count: 2410.

“Starting today, Superkid doesn’t exist anymore.”

The look you get from everyone is of absolute horror. Like you just told them you decided to become a supervillain and you’re going to destroy planet Earth in thirty seconds.

Funny enough, that’s the amount of time it takes for one of them to be able to say something.

“Wait a second.” Aunt Alex is the first one to react. “You’re telling me that the best superhero in National City is quitting? No offense, Kara.”

“None taken, I agree!” Kara jumps right after. “I thought you loved supering?”

“Yeah…” You shrug. “But I love my life a little bit more, so-”

“Baby, shouldn’t you give more thought to this? We’ll support you no matter what, but this is a huge decision.” Lena adds with a concerned tone. You smile.

“Dear Rao, you guys are turning this into a bigger deal than it is.” You roll your eyes with a reassuring smile. “It’s not like I’ll stop existing. I’ll just be a normal teenage girl from now on. Y’know, like Jamie over here.”

“Yeah, well, but-” It’s not hard, but rendering Kara speechless is always exciting.

“Ok, good talk.” You get out of the living room and Jamie follows you into your room.

“Oh wow.” She throws herself in your bed. “That was so dramatic. Thanks for texting me a heads up, I would be shocked if I had found out like that.”

You smile, dismissing it with your hand. “They’ll get over it. It’s not like I was always a superhero anyway.”

“That’s true!” Jamie agrees with her head for a while. “You did save a bunch of people while you were at it, though.”

You shrug.

“Lena was saved so many times, I wonder if she would still be alive if it weren’t for you.” Jamie adds and you look back at her furrowing your eyebrows.

“Supergirl would have saved her.” You don’t even believe your own words.

“Really? Last time I checked Supergirl was unconscious next to her in the Fortress.”

“Well, I-” You squint your eyes. “Stop it. I know what you’re doing. You want me to quit quitting. Well, it’s not going to work. I won’t quit! Quitting, I mean. I won’t quit quitting.” You growl. “Whatever, just stop it.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not trying to make you quit quitting. Especially because, apparently, you can’t super without almost killing yourself. And I don’t like the feeling of losing you every time.”

“You never actually lost me.”

“Ok, standing beside your bed at the DEO not sure if you’re going to wake up is very close to losing you. I don’t think my brain can make the distinction.” Jamie mumbles and your heart squeezes on your chest. You hug her without saying a word, and she lets out a breath that looks like she was holding it for a while.

“I’m sorry for almost dying several times. I promise that things will be easier now.” You shrug and she agrees with her head.

“At least until the next time your hero complex kicks in.” She jokes and you roll your eyes at her. “But you did save me, so… I don’t know. The idea of you not being a superhero is sort of bittersweet.”

“Yeah.” You sit next to her. “To me too.”

“But we will make do.” She throws her arm around your shoulder, hugging you sideways. “Because we are stronger together.”

“Yes, we are.” You agree with a smile.

It’s late at night when the game downstairs ends and Alex shows up at your door to call Jamie. Before leaving, aunt Alex hugs you tight.

“I’m gonna miss saving the world with you.” Alex says with a smile. “You are much better at that than Kara.”

“HEY!” You hear Kara’s interjection downstairs.

“Stop listening to our private conversation!” Alex yells back at her. She puts her hand on your shoulder. “I’ll step up my game of saving people, in your place.”

“That brings me peace of mind.” You smile, earning a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder.

“I’m here for you. You know that, right? Stronger together.” Aunt Alex asks and you hug her in agreement. “Great. I love you, kiddo. You’re my favorite Luthor-Danvers.”

You both stop talking and wait to hear Kara’s reaction. It doesn’t come.

“I’m shocked she obeyed.” Alex says making her way to the stairs and you wave at her.

“I love you too, aunt Alex.”

“Knock, knock.” You hear on the other side of the door, a little before you go to bed. You smile because Kara is such a dork.

“You know, you can actually knock on the door instead of saying it, right?” You say on the other side and Kara opens the door with the biggest smile on her face.

“HA HA, I didn’t know I had raised such a comedy expert.” She jokes, making her way to where you are on your bed. “How are you, little one?”

“I’m great.” You smile at her, sincerely. You are great. Deciding not to be Superkid just took off the biggest weight you’ve been carrying on your shoulders. You feel lighter.

“You know I completely support you.” Kara says, putting one lock of your hair behind your ear. “Whatever you want to do with your life, I’ll be by your side.”

“Thanks, momma.” You smile at her. “I support you too, in case you want to quit anything.”

She chuckles. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” But her expression turns serious after a few seconds. “Being a superhero is-” She sighs, looking for words. You have a bunch to offer her. Exhausting, emotionally draining, insane, traumatic. “Weird.”

“To say the least.”

“Yeah.” Kara lays her head on your lap, looking at you from down there. “It’s weird to describe it because it’s a mix of things. Sometimes-” She smiles looking excited. “It’s the most thrilling feeling in the universe. When you’re up there, wind blowing in your head, and that powerful feeling that you can do and go anywhere. And sometimes you save someone, and oh man!”

“You feel invincible. Like you can take on the world.” You add, and Kara agrees vividly with her head.

“But sometimes, for the lack of a better word, it just straight up sucks.” Kara crinkles her nose, and you smile at how cute she looks. “Sometimes you feel like, yeah you know, I could die for these people because I love them with all my heart.”

“I know that feeling.”

“And they love you so much too! It just feels worthy, right?” She asks and you agree with your head. “But sometimes it doesn’t feel like that. It feels the opposite. There were a few times when I was this close to dying, and I kept thinking ‘but why Kara? Why are you leaving everyone you love behind to die for people who don’t even appreciate you?’”

“Why would you?”

“Kid. I-I don’t know.” Kara lets out another chuckle. “You know what it's like. You’re up there, and you know it has to be you because no one else can do what you’re doing. And there’s something inside that just stops us from turning away and letting it all play out how it was supposed to.”

You also know that feeling. That’s how you ended up in outer space in another reality to save people you didn’t even know that well. To save a reality that wasn’t even yours. And you had the chance to turn your back to it, over and over again. Yet, you never took the easy path.

“What I came here to tell you, is that I get it. I get the feeling. I’ve had it a million of times. When I was giving everything to the world, and it kept taking things from me. I thought about giving up so many times it’s ridiculous.” Kara sighs again. You put your hand on her hair, stroking it gently for support. “So, yeah, I understand.”

“But?” You ask with a tiny smile.

“But if you ever want to do it again, I’ll understand and support you too.” She gets up from your lap and kisses your forehead. “And if you ever need to talk to anyone about this superhero stuff, you can always come to me, cause I’m sure I probably felt the same thing once or twice in my life. Ok? We’re stronger together.”

“Ok, momma. Thank you.”

“Momma got you, little one. Always.” She hugs you tight, and you breathe deep, feeling her comfort. “If I’m being honest, I’m sort of excited that I won’t have to go fish you in outer space anymore.”

“Me too.” You chuckle on her chest. “It’s exhausting, almost dying all alone in a pitch-black dark place with no air in your lungs.”

“It sounds like it.” Kara lets go of you and looks at you, adoringly. “I love you so much, you’re my heart.”

“And you’re mine.” You smile, getting another forehead kiss from Kara.

“Ok, go to bed. It’s late.” She moves to the door but stays there watching you for a little bit. “You’re the best kid in the universe, and we’re so lucky to have you.”

“Thanks momma.” You smile, thankful. It’s good to hear that. In normal circumstances this would make you happy. But where you find yourself right now, it’s even better. It’s good to be reassured that you’re understood, and you’re loved no matter what, and that even though you just gave up being a superhero you’re still the best kid for her. Rao, you love Kara so much.

“Hey.” You hear a soft knock on the door. You don’t use your x-ray vision. You don’t have to. Kara just left so it’s obviously not her.

“Come in, mom.” You say and Lena opens the door, softly. She puts her head inside your bedroom and smiles at you.

“Oh, great. I just wanted to check on you, but you’re going to sleep, right?” She asks and you agree with your head. “Great. Good night, babygirl.”

“Mom, can I ask you something?” You ask and Lena goes inside your bedroom, agreeing with her head. “Can you, um, stay a little?”

“Yeah!” Lena agrees excitedly, like that was exactly what she was thinking. She makes her way to the bed next to you, getting under the comforter with you.

“Sorry for being so codependent these days, I just-”

“Stop.” Lena says pulling you closer. “Come hug me.” You toss your arm over her, and she kisses the top of your head. You can’t see her face, but you know she’s smiling. “I’ve been feeling very codependent too. Actually, if you would have me, I would have been sleeping with you since you were five. But I guess you wanted your independence.”

“Not anymore.” You sigh, hugging her tightly. “I’ve missed you.”

“You know, I went to L Corp after what happened. There were pictures of you everywhere.” You can genuinely hear her smile. “I just kept thinking how crazy that was, but how hard I needed it to be true. Your little face. I mean don’t get me wrong, Kara’s face is beautiful, and I really wanted her to be my family too. But you. I wish I could explain the feeling.”

“It’s like-” You start. “Like this feeling that nothing would make sense. And that, yeah, you would have other people you love around you, but that missing piece is so fundamentally meaningful for the bigger picture, for your life, to make sense. Without it, all of it would fall into pieces and fade into a life you wouldn’t want to live.”

Your ear is so glued to Lena’s chest that you can hear her heart skipping a beat, without having to use your super hearing. You lift your head to look at her, and she’s crying silent tears with a smile on her face.

“Was that how you felt without me?” She asks and you nod, biting your lower lip. “Oh, my baby!” She pulls you into the hug again. “My baby.”

Lena just spends a few minutes stroking your hair, gently. It feels so nice you feel yourself dozing off to sleep. But you wouldn’t want to keep her stuck under you, so you fight it.

“Listen-” Lena calls you and you change position so you can look at her. “I know I wasn’t always as supportive as I should’ve been about your supering. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it. I mean, I have to appreciate it more than anyone because you keep saving my life. It’s just, when you’re out there, I get so scared.”

“I know.” You agree softly. “But momma is out there too, and you-”

“Almost die every time she gets just the tiniest scratch. Yeah.” She smiles, and you furrow your eyebrows. “But I sort of, oof, this is hard to say. When I married your momma, I knew who she was, what she does, I knew how saving the world was important for her. I knew I could lose her to it, eventually.” Lena breathes deep, wiping her tears. “But you? I can’t fathom the thought that one day I may lose you. I just-I just can’t.”

“Well, I’m not a hero anymore so you don’t have to worry.” You reassure her, but Lena bites her tongue, definitely not reassured.

“I’ll always worry. And you know why?” Lena asks and you shake your head, disagreeing. “Because you are my baby. And even when you’re forty you’ll still be my baby, and I’ll still be terrified just to think about you not being in my life anymore.”

“What if I get married and have kids and move somewhere else?” You ask and Lena smiles at the thought.

“That will happen! And then-” She whispers to you, so Kara can’t hear her. Which is ridiculous because if Kara is listening, she can hear her breath, let alone her words. “I’ll leave Kara in the middle of the night, and go to your house, kick your wife to another bedroom, and snuggle in with you like we’re doing right now.”

You chuckle at the thought. God, you love Lena so much. “You promise?”

“Of course.” Lena kisses your forehead. “We’re stronger together.”

You smile at her words, and close your eyes again, feeling like you can finally fall asleep. But you still hear, somewhere far away, before you sleep completely, Lena’s voice reassuring you. “I love you, babygirl. All of you. Always.”

Notes:

Hope this count as the fluffiest of fluffs @lonelydiary cause I thought they were so sweet here 💙

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #reader insert #alex danvers #superkid

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1994sunflower · 3 years

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As much as I love big bad Michael, could you possibly do a heaven to you blurb that’s hella fluffy smut? Something where y/n is having a bad day and just needs to be taken care of 🥺

this is the softest thing I've ever written so I hope I did it justice, this was such a cute request.

in which you have a bad day

Even the sun baring down at you as you finally exited your last classroom wasn’t enough to make you feel warmth. The normally refreshing wind that you loved to relish in made you feel nothing but the stinging of tears ready to make their way down your cheeks. But you wouldn’t let them.

You were in public. You wouldn’t break down, not just yet. Not where everyone can see you. Home. All you had to do was get home, where you could be alone and wallow in all the self-pity that had been mounting all day. You could be free with your emotions, not having to pretend you were okay right then.

So, you headed straight home to your apartment and headed straight to your room, not bothering to turn the lights on. Maybe it would be better to cry into your pillow in the dark. And it was, it didn’t make you feel better or help all the small things that seemed to conspire against you that day seem tolerable. But it almost seemed to justify your state of frustration and sadness.

Until your phone rang, alarming you much more than it would have if you were in a more stable state of mind right then. You jolted upward, the sound disturbing your already agitated nervous system. But you couldn’t let it ring, especially when you saw your boyfriend’s name and smiling face flash across the screen.

“Hello?” You were nibbling on the the nail of your thumb, hoping that your tone was stable enough not to alert him. You knew Michael and you knew at any sign of your distress, he would be on his way. And while you normally would love to be in his presence, you didn’t want him to see you like this. You wanted to feel as weak as you could, letting out everything without feeling embarrassed under his gaze or feeling the need to act strong. Because you didn’t feel strong right then, you felt beaten down.

“Where are you?” His deep voice said. It was only then that you remembered you were supposed to have gone to his house instead. But even if you had remembered, you doubted you would have gone. Not in your state.

“O-Oh.” Your voice was a lot more wavering than you wanted it to be right then. “I’m so sorry, Michael. It completely slipped my mind, I have um….I have a lab report I need to do so I just came straight home. I’ll see you tomorrow, instead? Is that okay?”

If it wasn’t your tearful voice, making you sound so much more serious and weak than usual, and the sniffling on your end, it was definitely you calling him Michael that had him seeing past your lie.

“Are you okay?” Michael ignored your questions and you closed you eyes in dread. He wouldn’t let this drop, not when it came to you.

“Yeah! I’m fine.” Maybe the forced cheeriness in your voice was too obvious. You could tell by the silence on the other end as Michael no doubt debated what to say and how to say it. But you just took it as your way to hang up because you weren’t sure how much more you could take without your voice wavering from tears.

“But I really need to work on my report. I’ll call you later, I love you.” You didn’t wait for his answer and maybe you should have. All you did was fall back on your bed, burying your face in your pillows in the dark of your room and let the silent tears rack your body.

You felt a bit ungrateful for treating your clearly worried boyfriend like that, pushing him away when he was trying. But you weren’t thinking quite clearly.

Just a good cry. It was all you needed to get the day out of your system. Then you could jump back. You just needed this outlet. Then you could apologize to Michael and you could be happy like you always were with him. Why bother him with this, especially when it wasn’t serious at least not life threateningly so? Why worry him for nothing.

But if your goal was to not worry him, your behavior over the phone was the worst way to accomplish that.

Maybe if you had acted more normally you wouldn’t have heard the telltale sound of rattling keys and Michael’s chains at your front door or the door slowly open and close just a measly 20 minutes later.

You pushed away from the bed, swiping at your eyes in a hurry to try to get rid of any evidence of your tears. Uselessly as you could feel how puffy they were but tried nonetheless. You were sniffling away any whimpers that threatened to betray you by the time a soft knock sounded against your bedroom door.

“Open the door, baby girl.” The sound of his voice, of the voice of the man you loved and trusted so much gave you an unprecedented amount of longing, longing to be held and be told everything would be okay. Because you would believe it if it came from him.

Your eyes filled with tears again as you went to your door, unhesitant to obey his words. Like you always would.

As the door pulled back to reveal him in front of you, dressed in his usual black, looking as daunting as always, you still felt the protection he always seemed to exude that you appreciated so much right in that moment. You looked up at him with big, glassy eyes for just a second, silent, before you jumped into his arms, relieved to see him. So happy he hadn’t listened to you and taken the initiative to reach out because he cared.

“M-Mikey.” You cried, letting silent tears stream over your cheeks. “-‘m sorry I hung up on you.”

But that was the least of his concerns. Michael suspected something was wrong which is why he left as soon as you hung up to your apartment. But arriving to see you alone and crying wasn’t something he wanted to witness. His heart clenched at the sight of you.

Michael wrapped his arms around you without speaking, holding you tightly so your face was buried in his chest and t-shirt. He could feel your tears marking his shirt and as one of his hands wove into your hair, he could feel your trembling.

But yet, being in his arms was enough. He was so big that there wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t in his embrace. He covered you completely and it felt like he was shielding you from every wrong of the day, not letting anything even be able to come close to you. You couldn’t see anything but him.

Closing your eyes and inhaling his scent, you felt the security his protective and warm embrace provided you. Safe. You felt untouchable from all the things you had to deal with today, everything that chipped at your armor and finally broke you down. Michael had you, you were going to be okay.

After dissuading yourself from going to him all day, you felt foolish. How could you have felt anything but better in his presence? Even being weak in front of him, you knew he would never judge you. You should have gone to him immediately and saved yourself the torture of being with yourself and pitiful thoughts. But you were grateful he knew you well enough that he wasn’t dissuaded from your actions, he reached out anyway.

“What’s wrong?” Michael’s whispering voice was so rare and you felt honored that he was so receptive to your current state that he tried to soften even his words. You snuggled further into his chest, holding him as close as you could. Needing the support he was providing you as much as possible.

“Ha..had a bad day.” You hiccuped. Your voice was still wavering despite yourself. The memory of all the little things that seemed to pile up against you was enough to have you near breaking point again. You hated having bad days, wanted to see the good in everything. But that seemed impossible in this bleak day. It was worse dealing with everything alone, you felt isolated and weak.

Michael’s chin landed on the top of your head and you felt cocooned in his embrace. Safe. “Want to talk about it? What happened?”

“Just wanna lay down.” You mumbled against his shirt, gripping it tighter in fists, refusing to let go of this little refuge and have to face the world again. Even if that meant not being able to look at your boyfriend and his cute worried face.

That’s why you felt the world moving from below you without being able to realize what was happening until a few seconds later. Michael was carrying you, holding you in an almost sitting position with one arm, giving you the perfect angle for you to bury your still tear stained face into the crook of his neck.

Then you felt him lay you down on your comfortable bed, setting you down in the most gentle way he had ever gotten you in bed before. He was silent and you weren’t sure if he was giving you space to get yourself together or if he just wasn’t sure what to say. Your poor boyfriend wasn’t so good with emotions and comforting, even with you. He laid next to you, keeping you against his figure with one arm.

“What happened?” Michael finally asked again, more serious than last time and you knew he wouldn’t take silence as an answer. He was worried about you and he wasn’t letting you bottle yourself up, it wasn’t like you and he knew from personal experience it didn’t help. He wanted you happy. It hurt to see you crying and anything but content. He wanted his bubbly, happy girlfriend back, the one that was always smiling and saw the good in everything. And if that meant letting everything out, trusting him, and if it was something he could fix…he’d do it easily. “And don’t say ‘nothing’, you wouldn’t be crying for nothing.”

There was little more in the world that Michael hated more than seeing you cry. It felt like a physical pain for him, seeing the one person he loved the most, the one who deserved to be nothing but happy, in that state. It was a hurt and anger knowing he didn’t prevent you from getting hurt and wanting to get to the bottom of what got you like that and destroy it, whatever or whoever it is.

“It really is nothing, Mikey. I’m just being sensitive.” The heel of your palm came up to wipe away your tears but Michael’s fingers beat you to it. He wiped them off gently, with cutely worried eyes.

“Just…a lot of little things. Like I messed up on my chem lab today.” The tears were coming back as you relived your day. “I messed up on my recrystallization so I basically got a yield of nothing! My grade is going to be so bad. I don’t know why I become so useless and stupid in lab.”

You were sure Michael was going to interject at that but you stopped him. You knew he was going to fight against your self deprecating words but they were true, at least it seemed so right then. So you didn’t want to feel better about it. You just needed to get it out, he was right after all, it was just making you feel sick at keeping it in.

“And then, the bus was late, it was supposed to be on time and then it just suddenly got delayed. S-So I had to walk all the way to my next class way across campus and I got there late a-and my….my TA.” You were sobbing again just like you did when you got home. “My TA, he…yelled at me in front of the entire c-c-class, I was so mortified. It was only a few minutes too and I tried to be quiet coming in b-but I was tired and the only seat was in the middle of the row so I didn’t know what else to do!”

Your panicked, crying voice distracted you from the fact that your boyfriend had gone rigid next to you. It was bad enough for him to hear the way you were talking about yourself, it left a bad taste in his mouth to hear how the perfect woman he loved so much thought of herself when she was so clearly wrong, it almost made him mad to hear anyone talk about you that way, even yourself. To hear about the little things that had gone wrong in your day knowing that the world already didn’t deserve you, what right did it have to make you feel bad and make your life harder.

But to know that it was made worse, that you were purposely embarrassed from something that wasn’t your fault, when all you ever do is be hard working and respectful. To the point where you were gasping for air because of how much you were crying. Someone that could have prevented your bad day from being worse - well that just pissed him off.

“Who the fuck is your TA?” Michael’s voice was overflowing with barely held back rage. It probably wasn’t making you feel any better, having him like that instead of comforting you like you likely needed. But he couldn’t help it. No one hurts his girl.

He was shaking with the thought that someone had made his girlfriend feel like this, made her come home to him crying, made her (misguided) thoughts of uselessness and inadequacy multiply. When you were an angel, that carried around nothing but pure goodness. There was nothing and no one better in the world. At anything. Who was your fucking TA to try to kill that happiness you exude? To embarrass you? Michael wanted to do more than just beat the shit out of whoever he was. Michael wanted to crush him. Make him grovel at your feet to apologize.

“His name’s Robert he…” But you probably realized your mistake as soon as you let his name slip. Your arms shot out around his body before he could even think to get up. “No! No leave it, please just….I just need you here with me right now. Please? Just…hold me.”

How you could possibly be thinking about him, wanting to protect someone that humiliated you was beyond Michael. He would never understand your level of goodness. But he could understand that you needed to feel comfort and while he and everyone else likely thought he was incapable of providing that, you somehow still found it in him.

“Okay.” Moving you upward so he could reach you better, his lips found your cheeks, even as tears streamed down them freely. He wasn’t sure how long he could drop it for but he could do it for now, if it meant that he be there right then to help you through your bad day. His nose was trailing down your soft skin, intimately. “I don’t want you thinking about any of the shit that happened today.”

“But…”

“Whatever happened today doesn’t mean anything. You’re the smartest person I know, who the fuck cares about lab. And your TA is a bitch, I’ll deal with him. He’s no one to make you feel bad about something you couldn’t even fucking control.”

Michael didn’t speak with much empathetic emotions but you didn’t expect him to. He wasn’t great with his words but still, they meant a lot, soothed the fresh wounds in your heart from the embarrassing day, because he meant them, whether he sounded like it or not. They might be unconventional but his words were sweet, cute even, full of care and worry, trying his best to make you feel better.

He noted the way your lip was still quivering, even when you looked away and focused on the collar of his shirt in an effort to not meet his eyes. He pecked your lips quickly just to get your attention back to him.

Your tiny frame in his arms seemed even more vulnerable than usual and for once, he hated seeing you seem so fragile because this time, your happiness was the thing that was weak.

When you broke the kiss, his lips were right back on yours again. Nipping at your lips until eventually it got deeper, more impassioned than before. Until his tongue was exploring your mouth and you closed your eyes, leaning into him, to let him dominate the pace.

You were blushing when you forced yourself to pull away, but just a bit, just enough to breathe and to look up at him with demure eyes. “Mi-?” But you couldn’t even get his name out enough to ask anything.

“Let me make you feel good, little one. Want me to do that?” He wasn’t good with words, but he could make you feel better in a way he knew he could. He’d do anything to make you feel better, to bring that heartwarming smile of yours back to your face.

You were silent for a moment before giving a little nod. You were already feeling better, but you still felt that nagging of those bad memories and mixed negative emotions that characterized your day. You wanted to forget about it completely. And you knew feeling surrounded by Michael would give you just that.

Michael’s lips found your again and your hands wrapped around his shoulders, finding purchase in his hair. His hands traveled down your sides until they slithered under and up your shirt.

You only pulled away when he slowly got up and moved on top of you, tugging your shirt up until it was completely off. You let him easily. He kissed the top of your breasts as he pushed you up enough to be able to undo your bra.

You were still tense as you looked up at him with big eyes. But the way you moved your legs together showed just how much your mind was starting to get preoccupied. Especially with the gasp you let out when Michael pried your legs apart and found purchase between them.

His jean clad groin met yours, covered with just the thin fabric of your leggings. You were sure both of you were thinking the same thing, ever since you started dating Michael, you hated when you didn’t wear dresses. Nonetheless, Michael ground against you gently and you gasped at the stimulation. You were already sensitive emotionally, it must have made your body that much more responsive.

He was going slower than usual but right then, you loved that. You didn’t want or need it rough, you wanted to feel cared for. And you were so grateful he knew that without you having to tell him. He knew you so well.

Your hands just had to tug at the hem of his shirt for him to shed his jacket and get rid of it. Your eyes trailed over his figure, the tattoos on every piece of skin and the comfort their familiarity gave you. You could already feel your heart start to slow down and your body start relaxing. But still, your eyes were puffy and your mouth was in a small frown and Michael wanted nothing more than to stop that sad expression.

Michael’s hands worked on his belt quickly and you felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight. You were ready, ready for him and to forget about literally everything else. This was just what you needed.

When he finally pushed his pants and boxers down, leaving you to finally see his cock, hard and leaking already, he helped you with your leggings and panties. “Spread your legs for me, little one. Let me see that pretty little pussy.”

You moaned softly at his words, sniffling away some excess tears before following orders. You spread your legs slowly.

“Good girl.”

You reacted embarrassingly fast to his words, mewling and pressing yourself against him. But you couldn’t help it. After the day you had, it felt like a reward.

“Just focus on me, little one.” Michael’s gaze was on you, even as his fingers began moving up and down on your slit, spreading your lower lips until he could see your leaking hole clenching around nothing. But your whine brought his gaze back to you. You wanted his attention completely right then. Wanted to feel like the princess he always made you feel.

And under him, you certainly were feeling it. His hands on either side of you to hold himself up. His broad shoulders covered over your small body completely. You felt shielded under his big figure. And just like always, he had the control right then, you were submitting to him. But after the day you had, you were grateful for it. You didn’t feel that weight on your shoulders.

“Want you inside me, please, Mikey. Wanna feel good.” Michael’s smirk at that was enough to have your heart skipping a beat and for your frown to turn into a bashful pout.

You felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance, before sliding against your slit. “I’ll make you feel good, baby girl. Don’t worry. I’m gonna give you everything you want. Gonna fill you up ’til all the thoughts you have in your smart little head are of my cock.”

You were practically preening at his words, wanting nothing more. You lifted your hips just enough to give him easier access to slip into you. And his slow entrance into you made you moan lowly and move your head back. You could feel every inch of him rubbing against your walls, spreading your tight entrance open to fit him, so much more than usual. Your legs felt weak at the feeling.

Somehow having him inside of you, feeling so full with his cock, brought you a sense of peace and comfort you hadn’t been expecting. It was just so intimate, to feel him raw inside of you. You could stay like that for hours without complaint.

He wasn’t used to going slow. He had a preference and he never had it gentle or loving before you. Didn’t have any reason to, he couldn’t have cared less about the women he slept with. But you, you deserved to be able to feel just how much he loved and cared about you through these intimate moments.

It felt good. Feeling the way your walls clamped around him, sucking him in further to your warm cunt as he fucked you raw. Getting to enjoy it for as long as he wanted. It might’ve been your tenseness from the tough day that made you feel so much tighter than usual. He groaned lowly as he placed his forehead on yours, an intimate position for an intimate moment.

When his slow thrusts began, your small moans were impossible to hold in. His thrusts were deep, until his big cock filled you up entirely. His hips moved steadily yet still powerfully, enough to have your body moving each time he bottomed out. You gasped in pleasure each time. The stretch was so good. You felt full as his big dick pushed your little pussy open. And seeing you stuffed under him with watery eyes had him having to close his eyes to control his feral urges.

“Taking me so well. That’s my good girl.” Then he was kissing you again, his tongue moving languidly against yours. His thrusts never stopped, going somehow deeper with each slow rock.

Your legs shook each time you felt each vein and curve of his dick inside of you. It was so delicious to be able to feel every single inch and every single movement. Caged in between his arms, you felt so taken care of.

Little by little, your mind grew hazy. Your only thoughts really were on the pleasure rolling throughout your body. Michael’s kisses trailing down your neck. The sweet nothings he kept whispering in your ear as his hips slowly rolled against you.

Both of you were sweating, you were so close to one another. Your eyes locked to each other’s as you were connected. Your gasps and moans intermixed with his low grunts in the dark of your dim bedroom. The shadows danced around you beautifully.

“It feels so good, Mikey.” You whimpered. Some tears rolled down your cheeks but it wasn't so much as still being upset as it was the overwhelming feeling of all the different emotions of the day sending you into overdrive. Either way, Michael’s lips kissed them away.

Michael spread you even further for him, fitting his body perfectly in between your legs. You looked so dainty under him, so frail. Especially looking up at him with a blush adorning your cheeks shyly.

His thrusts sped up, but not by much. He wasn’t sure why your tears had started up again. Just knew that he wanted to stop your thoughts from straying back to your day. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, feel how loved and special you were. To get you there. He sped up only enough to send your back arching from the bed, your eyes rolling back after so long of feeling his slow thrusts in and out of you.

“Yeah?” He grunted, looking down to where you were filled by him as he continued thrusting into you. “You look so fucking pretty like this, being fucked nice and good just like you deserve. I’m gonna give you everything you deserve, princess.”

You clenched around him at his words, feeling the pit of pleasure in your belly tighten. His words were so different than they usually were in bed, but right at that moment, you loved the change and you appreciated it so much. Your moans increased in volume and frequency, holding on to him weakly as you let the pleasure he was giving you overtake everything else in your mind.

You couldn’t even really remember the specific things that had made you upset. The only remnants of it being your still shaky figure. Small pleas and thanks escaped your mouth, thanking him for making you feel so good, as your hips rolled against his own.

“Just like that, little one.” Michael breathed in shakily and you could tell he was close just as you were. His hips thrusted, rubbing against your g spot as his face found the crook of your neck. “Fuck. You feel so good around me, gonna make me cum.”

“Please.” You wrapped your legs around his torso, forcing him to continue thrusting into you. You wore a dazed expression and Michael knew it worked, your mind was anywhere but your awful day. All the insignificant events and people were just that in your mind, forgettable and unimportant. He felt your breasts press up against him as you arched your chest forward with how good you felt. He made you like this, he helped you feel better.

“I’ll fill you up, don’t worry, princess. You earned it.” Michael smiled at the pleased sound that left you, a small smile gracing your features. Finally, after so long with pouting expression. You looked so cute, your eyebrows scrunched and a proud smile on your lips at hearing his endless praises.And he would continue to say them, you needed a reminder of just how much you deserved to be nothing but venerated, have nothing but days where the world knelt at your feet.

It wasn’t what he was used to either but with you, he found it almost like second nature. It was so easy to praise you because it’s the only way he thought of you everyday and every time he saw you. He worshipped you, he loved you. And fuck the world for not making you feel the same way.

“What are you?” It was kind of unfair to ask you something like that, especially when he had made sure you were far away mentally, so that you weren’t thinking of such mundane things like a bad day.

“Y-yours, I’m yours.” You babbled, the answer he usually expected. It was more so instinct than you thinking about it. And he kissed you all the same, rewarding you even for your wrong answer. His slow and gentle thrusts turning just a bit sloppy as he bit back his orgasm. Your pleasure was what mattered right then, he wouldn’t cum before you.

“Of course you are, baby girl. But what else?” His hand reached down to play with your clit, circling it and enjoying the way your gasps stuttered and your hands clenched tightly around his muscled arm. So good, so good. Was the only thing going on in your mind. You were being pampered, just like you deserved.

“I know you can do it, c’mon, say it.” He encouraged, angling his hips so when he thrusted deeply into you, you felt yourself spasm in his arms.

“I’m-I’m….a good girl. I’m your good girl!” You all but yelled out. Your eyes were screwed shut but you felt his forehead land on yours again, his minty breath intermixed with just bit with the scent of smoke.

“That’s right.” Michael praised. “You’re such a good girl. So smart and sweet. Always do everything right. So perfect for me, all I could ever want. Everything’s going to be okay.”

You felt yourself start to tear up again as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Your heart felt so full at his words, you needed to hear them. You needed the reassurance of who you were at the moment where all your confidence had left you. You were nodding along with his words. He was right. It wasn’t your fault, you tried your best today, you were okay. Everything would be okay. You believed it because he said it. Everyone had bad days. It didn’t mean you were useless or stupid. You knew you weren’t.

It may have been his words alone that had you cumming around his shaft. You cried out his name as you did, holding him closer to you as he helped you ride out your release. Michael groaned at the feeling of your gummy walls clamping tighter onto him.

Michael never stopped thrusting into you, even when you fell back onto the mattress completely letting him go, too weak to hold onto him any longer. His cock had a translucent white sheen to it from your cum. But he was determined to let you enjoy your own orgasm before he had his. He only lasted a few more strokes, just enough to have you squirming from the feeling of your used cunt still being fucked into.

But then spurts of his own cum splattered inside of you. He was kissing your collarbone as he moved his hips in his final thrusts, releasing completely inside of you. You were so small, his cum seemed to bulge against your walls. And the sight had him biting his lip to prevent himself from wanting to ravish you again. This wasn’t about him, it was about you.

Michael moved his hips lazily a few more times, fucking his cum deep inside of you, liking the way you shivered at the feeling. He wanted to keep you full, make sure none of him leaked out. And he knew you wanted it to, feel him as long as you could, even if just his cum.

When he pulled away, he noted the way you closed your legs together, trying to keep his cum inside of you as long as you could. A dazed look in your eye as you looked up at him, a shy smile on your face.

“Thank you, Mikey. I love you.” You were breathing heavily and your voice came out as nothing more than a whisper.

“I love you too, baby.” He pecked your lips before moving from above you and coming to rest beside you. “What are you feeling?” He asked, his eyes roaming your face for any sign of sadness or discomfort.

But you just gave him a blissful smile, “Better, you’re right. I can’t let one bad day get to me like this, I know I’m better than that.”

In truth, he had scrubbed all your bad feelings away. It all felt just a bit silly, letting yourself get beat down by such small inconveniences. You were stronger than that, you were special, loved. You could hardly remember what mindset you were in that had sent you reeling.

You shuffled forward until you were snuggled into his side, closing your eyes in content. You were exhausted, mentally and physically. You loved the way he completely overwhelmed your small body. The way even stretched out, your feet couldn’t reach even his ankles as your head rested on his chest. Your hand reached out and traced some of his tattoos on his chest and shoulders.

Michael rested his hand on the top of your head securely, giving you that much more protection. “Good. Because I meant it, you’re too smart to think any of what happened today represents you. Especially when half of it wasn’t your fault. You’re a good person and a great student. Better than most of the people here. You didn’t deserve today, you know that.”

You nodded. His slow love making and praises had just made you feel all of that, made you feel what a good student, woman, you were. And better, he had made you believe it. You felt so surrounded by his love, you couldn’t feel bad for yourself even if you wanted to right then. “I’m still bad at lab though.”

“Who gives a shit. I’d probably burn the place down if I tried.” And he smiled to match the giggle that escaped you. For a boy that tried so hard to make himself seem emotionless, he sure was good at making you feel better. Even in unconventional ways.

The silence that followed was comfortable and he was almost sure you had fallen asleep in his arms until your small voice spoke up, “Can you please not hurt my TA though?”

“I won’t do anything he doesn’t deserve.”

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