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Expecting the Unexpected | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Angst but turns into fluff / Kind of smutish towards the end / Cursing if you squint.

A/N: Thanks to anon for requesting. Currently working on other requests so hopefully they will be posted soon. Hope you guys enjoy .xoxo

2 years of marriage. It went by very quickly but gosh it annoys me being asked that one question since the day we were married. When are you guys having a baby ?

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love kids and of course I want to see Kylian being a dad, but the idea of having a baby right now at the age of 23 wasn’t part of my plan. Studying a post graduate degree isn’t easy and especially going to work in between. I’ve heard it countless of times to drop work and studying because Kylian is there for me, but all I really want is independence and not having to hear one day that I used Kylian.

As family oriented as I am, I’ve come to a point where I try to avoid meeting any family - my own included - just to avoid being asked the dreaded question. I hate the idea that straight after getting married, all that’s left is to have kids… why can’t married couples enjoy their life for a few years at least before growing their family ?

Since Kylian’s season was over, my mother-in-law had invited Kylian and I for dinner. I was willing to go for dinner since I haven’t seen my in-laws in a while, but my mood turned sour when my boss instructed me that I needed to stay behind and do corrections to my work that was apparently incorrect.

Kylian had texted me asking me where I was and I replied back apologising that I won’t make it to dinner because my boss was holding me back to do extra work. He left me on read.

The corrections drove me insane because I did as I was told to do, but yet my boss gaslighted me saying that he told me to do something else. Asshole. I left work 2 hours later and went straight home, not knowing if Kylian was back from dinner or if he was still with his family.

As soon as I unlocked the door, I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter along with my bag. I could hear the TV playing and walked my way to the lounge. “Oh you’re here. Sorry I missed dinner. My boss was being such an ass and gaslighted me saying-“ “Save it” he cut me off as he continued to watch the TV. “Excuse me ? What do you mean save it ? I literally told you that my boss was holding me back to do extra work, I didn’t have a choice !” I raised my voice as I walked around the couch to stand in front of him with folded arms. His ‘don’t-care’ attitude was driving me insane, he literally had the audacity to continue watching TV.

“Kylian. I had a long day and the last thing I want is for us to argue” I toned down my voice. “I’m so done making excuses for you” he said as he finally met my gaze. “What excuse ? You didn’t even give me a chance to finish ! I was saying that my boss gaslighted me into thinking I did the wrong work when I literally followed his instructions. He held me back because he wanted me to correct it” I started to grow annoyed. “Lies lies and more lies. Just admit it (Y/N), you didn’t want to come to dinner because you’re worried about them asking you when we’re going to be parents. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me ? Our relationship looks so one sided” he raised his voice as he stood up and towered me.

“One sided ? You know that’s a lie. Also, enlighten me on how it’s embarrassing for you when I’m the one who’s expected to carry our child, not you ! So do tell me how you’re the one under pressure” I raised my brows. “How do I answer my mum when she asks me when will she be a grandmother ? What do you want me to say ? Oh don’t expect to be a grandmother any time soon because (Y/N) isn’t interested in having a child !” He yelled in my face.

“I- you know what, I can’t continue this conversation any further” I said calmly as possible before walking away from him. “No, we’re not done talking. Why do you keep running away from your problems ?” He asked as he followed me. “Can you just shut up ! Ugh !” I groaned as I walked to our room. With all my built up frustration and stress, I could feel tears start to pool at my eyes.

“(Y/N) answer me !” He said as I came to a halt. I looked up in hopes of getting rid of my tears, but the second I turned to look at Kylian the tears threatened to spill. His look softened when he saw the tears run down my face. He stepped closer and cupped my cheeks. “I’m sorry ma chérie” he said as he wiped my tears away with the pad of his thumb. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to try, and calm down. I walked away from him and walked to our en suite to lock myself in the bathroom.

He started knocking on the door and calling out,“Ma chérie, I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me. I hate fighting with you and seeing you cry. I’m just so frustrated from being asked the same question over and over.” I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t stop crying to myself. I was so focused on my thoughts and emotions that Kylian’s words were inaudible.

After a minute the door had suddenly burst open. I looked up in shock to Kylian as he rushed to my side and pulled me in for a hug. “Please don’t scare me like that” he said softly. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and turned to look at him. “Are you crying ?” I asked as I half smiled. He nodded as I wiped away his tears. “Please talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. I hate being left in the dark, I don’t know what else to tell our family. Why can’t we have a baby ?” He asked.

“I love you Ky. I really do…but having a child after 2 years of being married wasn’t part of my family planning” I pouted. He pressed his lips together as a sign for me to continue.

He remained silent for me to get to my point. “Ky, if I barely spend time with you, why would I even think of us having a child right now ? I won’t lie that at times I did think that maybe us being parents would change things for the better but I kept holding back because I have too much on my hands right now” I said as I avoided his gaze. “Babe, then why don’t you drop studying and working ? Why put yourself through so much when I can be the one to provide for you and our baby” he said as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “It’s easy for you to say but I just happen to enjoy being independent. It’s how I’ve always been growing up, besides that, the last thing I want to hear is people calling me a gold digger or user blah blah. I didn’t marry you for your money, I married you because I love you” I pouted.

He broke into a smile as he cupped my cheeks and pulled me in for a sweet kiss. “Please don’t worry about what other people think. What’s mine is yours…I love you so so much. I’m sorry again for snapping at you, besides being asked that question so many times, I myself had questioned when will the day come that we’ll have our own mini us” he smiled at the thought. “I know you said that we barely spend time together, I’ll also take the blame for not spending more time with you when there were times that I could’ve made the effort. Again, I’m sorry for not being the greatest husband, I’ll try to do better” he said as he held my hands and rubbed small circles with his thumb.

“Please stop apologising. You’ve been such an amazing husband to me. I know this whole thing got blown out of proportion, we should have had this conversation sooner” I sighed as I pulled him along with me to sit at the edge of our bed. “I agree, but don’t feel pressured into doing anything. I get it” he said as he held my face with one hand. “This timing is really bad but I don’t think I can keep it a secret any longer. I’m pregnant” I pressed my lips together. “Stop playing with me babe” he half laughed. “Ky I’m serious. I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad !” I squealed.

“Wait. Really ?” He asked again. I nodded my head as he then screamed and jumped up whilst punching his hands in the air. Once again he cupped my cheeks and placed his lips on mine. He then lifted me up and spun us around the room. “I can’t explain to you how happy I am ! Why didn’t you tell me sooner and when did you find out ?” He asked eagerly.

“I found out about 2 days ago. I did a test because my period was late for about 2 weeks and I thought it was just one of those moments where it’s rarely late, I don’t know what made me take a test and a few minutes later I found out. I was planning to do a whole cute reveal for you but like I said, everything had gotten blown out of proportion. You didn’t know this, but I was actually looking forward to coming to dinner, I thought I could reveal it tonight just amongst our immediate family but then I was genuinely upset by my boss” I half smiled. “Oh no. Now I feel even more terrible. Babe I really am so sorry I just-“ I cut him off by grabbing his face and connecting our lips together.

Our lips moved in sync as he walked backwards to the edge of the bed. “Stop apologising” I said as I straddled his lap and broke away from our kiss. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents. I can’t wait to be a dad. More especially, I can’t wait to see you grow and carry our baby. You’re already so sexy, I don’t know how I’ll contain myself seeing you from now on. I say that this calls for a celebration” he smirked. “I was hoping you’d say something like that” I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap between us.

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The Way Things Go

Pairing: Kaku x reader

Content: strawhat reader, kaku calls reader “miss”, mild smut/ implied smut, sexual innuendoes and things, huge spoilers for water 7 and enies lobby!!!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: probably 2-3 more parts after this one… but idk yet… he’s so sleazy actually and i’m OBSESSED. anyway hope you enjoy! oh and if you want to be on the taglist (for this one or any other fics of mine) i have a post about it linked on my pinned!

Part 1

As promised, you meet Kaku in the small harbor where the Straw Hats hid the Going Merry when you all first arrived to Water 7 earlier that day. He’s already there when you arrive, and praises the craftsmanship of the ship from a distance. You answer all his questions about the ship- or as many as you’re able to, at least. Which brings about the question of “Who takes care of the damages?” so you have to explain how you haven’t really been able to get any repairs as long as you’ve all had her.

The two of you board the Going Merry, only to find Zoro “sleeping.” He cracks an eye open as the two of you walk by and almost says something to Kaku, who’s a stranger to the swordsman, then sees you and simply shrugs before dozing off once more.

Kaku observes certain parts of the ship, like the mast and even the floorboards, eventually having assessed nearly every area of the deck. Then he asks you to show him below deck, which you do, and give him a tour of the various rooms. He mainly just checks out the port windows and things like that, until you’ve gone through every room in the lower levels- well, all except one. When you reach the end of a particular hall and then turn back without letting him in to the room behind you, he points and asks, “And what might that room be?”

“Oh, that’s just my room.”

“Ah… I’d hate to intrude but, I do need to see all of the ship.” He doesn’t. He already knows this vessel is past the point of no return- it’s a miracle it’s even floating on the water right now. However, Kaku doesn’t want to tell you that quite yet. He’d hate to disappoint you and…. ruin his chances. Plus, he’s a little very curious to see what your room is like.

“… Um, just give me a second then, ok?” You excuse yourself into your room, and begin tidying up at a shocking speed. It’s already pretty neat actually, but you still go around the entire room making sure nothing is out of place. Once you’re sure there’s nothing lying about that shouldn’t be, you open the door to find him leaning in the frame. “Sorry about that, you can come in now.”

“No need to apologize, miss y/n. Kaku slips past you into your room- “Gosh, what a treat!” he thinks. Like this little glimpse into your private space is really a view of your mind, too. He makes his way over to the port window in slow strides, taking the opportunity to look at all of your little trinkets and decorations.

“Nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks… I don’t usually bring guys straight to my room on a first date.” You mean it as a joke, but he takes it in full stride.

“Oh yeah? I guess I should count myself lucky then.”

“I… mhm.”

Kaku laughs, “So, maybe I’ll get extra lucky later on. “

“Sorry?”

“Don’t be.” He looks over at you, pausing his inspection of the port window and how stable (?) it is. “Just joshing you, miss, I should be the one apologizing for my… crude joke.”

You shrug and mumble under your breath, “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh?” He walks closer, trapping you in the space between your bed and the wall and himself. It’s barely enough room for one person to stand in if they’re perpendicular to your bed, since it’s just a narrow space. (You have a sort of rational fear of waking up to water leaking through the wall and straight onto you and your sheets, so pushing the bed out a bit was a natural solution.) “Not a bad idea, or not a bad joke?”

“Not a bad-“

He cuts you off with his lips on yours, it waiting to hear your reply. Kaku wants you, and he knows he won’t get much time with you between everything that’s about to go down with CP9 (unbeknownst to you.) It’s sudden, and already quite deep right off the bat. His head is tilted more than a person usually would tilt their head upon entering a kiss to compensate for the length of his nose, but he’s anything but embarrassed- so long as it brings him closer to you and faster, it’s worth the strain on his neck. You would giggle if you weren’t so caught off guard by how he seems to overtake all your senses in mere moments. As proof of the shock to your system, the immediate closeness of the kiss leads you to open your lips in a slight gasp. Kaku sighs contentedly before sucking at your bottom lip, and you to hum in surprise. His hands find their place on the small of your back, and the tips of his fingers travel up and down your spine. You accept him, letting him continue sucking and smothering your lips with his while throwing your arms around his neck. It’s all happening very fast- but you like it.

After a few moments he pulls away, breathing heavily with a thin line of saliva still connecting your lips to his. He swipes it away by brushing his thumb over your lips, and wiping it off on the side of his pants (though still holding around your back with one hand.)

“What-“

“I hope you’ll excuse my-“ he pauses due to his panting, “rushing into things.”

“Y-yeah it’s fine, I was just…” his lips ghost over yours once more, so close you can feel his breath fanning over your skin. “Surprised.”

This time, you’re the one to close the distance and tighten your arms around his shoulders. There’s an underlying sense of need, somewhere deep within you, that hadn’t been there when you’d first walked onto the ship. No, it was his actions and words- the way he looked at you now with such a want in his eyes- that caused this. Of course, you’d already been attracted to him, but you certainly wouldn’t have been the one to make the first move like he had so early on. Yet here you are, making out with a man you just met earlier in the day.

But then you feel his knee slotting itself between your legs, and whine before you come to your senses. You push down his thigh, “We can’t.”

“Mmph- why not?”

“I just met you.”

He chuckles, though it’s more evident in the shake of his shoulders than any audible laughter. “That would be a mighty fine reason.”

“Yeah… I- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, y/n. Is it ok if I just call you that?”

You smile and nod. Two seconds ago his tongue was in your mouth, now he’s asking for permission to drop formalities- funny guy.

“Well, y/n, I don’t know how long you’ll be in town for, nor how busy I’ll be with work. I want to make the most of this time together.”

Kaku had known this was a bad idea from the start, in all honesty. But when Robin begged Spandam for safe passage for her crew-her friends- out of Water 7, and he’d seen your bounty poster along with the others, he was “struck by Cupid’s arrow.” And getting to meet you in person by coincidence was even better. He had fallen hard and fast, and now he wanted to keep things moving that way before you were gone from his life forever.

However, in fear of making you uncomfortable, he pulls away. Kaku makes it all the way to the other side of the room before you do something that surprises even yourself. You grab his wrist and walk backwards to your bed again, this time lowering yourself to sit on the plush comforter.

His hand interlocks with yours as you let yourself fall back completely. “You… are you sure, y/n?”

You nod. “I’m sure.” And, like the comedian you are, ask “Why? Do you not want to anymore?”

Kaku’s eyes roam over your body, all laid out just for him. His fingers trace your side and come to rest on your hip, giving you a gentle squeeze. “N-no, I want to. I want you.”

With the hand he isn’t inadvertently pining to the bed, you draw his face closer to yours so you can kiss him again. He exhales shakily and all but climbs on top of you, slotting his knee between your legs once more.

You pray, for Zoro’s sake above deck, that he isn’t too loud a lover.

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[koushisbabie]

UWU I HONESTLY YOUR WORK SO MUCH this is my first time on this app so I don’t really know much about it ! Thank you for putting so much effort in every post ,can I request sugawara x reader (how he would react when you keep biting your lip out of anxiety until it bleed ,cause lately I have been doing it a lot

Sorry because my English is not very good anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh I am so sorry I completely forgot I got this request. Thank you for requesting a fic, and thank you for the compliment, you are so sweet T_T Comments like this give me the motivation to write more and get more creative with my ideas. In saying that, I hope your anxiety and your lip biting has gotten better <3 I don't know if you're still active on here, but I've written a small drabble (it ended up long haha) here for you! I hope you like it <3

‘Yo, Suga!’

Suga’s head appears from behind the precariously stacked wall of books on the library table. ‘Yes?’

‘Geez, isn’t that overdoing it?’ Asahi chuckles, gesturing to the books.

‘Well, I guess so,’ Suga replies, ‘but exams are only a week away.’ He shuffles aside some of the haphazardly strewn books and papers and pens, giving Asahi and Daichi space to sit down.

‘Where’s Yn?’ Daichi asks, peering around.

‘She’s around,’ Suga replies, ‘I think she went to the bathroom…’

‘I’m right here!’ Yn pops their head around the shelves. ‘I’ve been looking for this damn book for twenty minutes now.’

‘Oh yeah, looks like a long read.’

‘Can’t be helped,’ Yn says, sitting down next to Suga. ‘Tuesday’s exam is going to kick my ass if I don’t absorb this entire book.’

‘Take it easy, Yn,’ Daichi says. ‘You look a little tired, have you been sleeping alright?’

Suga glances at Daichi, then at Yn.

‘Well, yeah, kind of,’ Yn replies, nudging Suga’s arm affectionately. ‘Usually after we call.’

‘Which reminds me, I need to send you the link to this video that explains chapter eight in a bit more detail,’ Suga says absentmindedly. ‘It’s forty five minutes long but there’s some good illustrations in it that highlight how complex–’

‘You guys seem busy,’ Asahi interjects politely. ‘We should be heading off, we’ll tell the others that you’re studying this afternoon.’

‘Oh no, it’s okay,’ Yn says, glancing at their phone. ‘I actually forgot I promised I’d be home to receive a package later.’

‘You’re leaving already?’

‘Sorry,’ Yn says, ‘I’ll call you tonight, though? We can go through the last of these notes together!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Suga replies, squeezing Yn’s hand before turning back to his notes.

Yn hesitates, before gathering their things and disappearing between the aisles of books.

An awkward silence falls between the friends, before Daichi pipes up.

‘Hey, Suga, did you see how red Yn’s lips were?’

Suga looks up from his notes, his pen paused above the paper. ‘You noticed it, too?’

‘It wasn’t subtle…’ Asahi says, quietly. ‘To be honest, I think they had been bleeding.’

‘Bleeding?’ Suga’s face fills with shock. ‘I didn’t realise it was that bad. I thought it was just sunburn.’

Daichi and Asahi share a look.

‘Okay,’ Daichi says sternly. ‘I see what’s going on. You’re too focused on your studying, you’ve neglected Yn. Maybe you should put the books away and spend some quality time with them.’

‘What do you mean?’ Suga asks, a little hurt.

‘Daichi’s right… I think Yn is really stressed. A lot of lip biting is caused by anxiety… I haven’t seen it that bad before, and I’ve known them for years.’

Suga pauses thoughtfully. ‘You’re right. The books could wait.’

‘We just mean–’

‘I have an idea,’ Suga says, grinning. ‘Thank you for slapping some sense into me.’

Yn arrives home sweating and tired, the heavy books in their bag weighing painfully on their back. They abandon the bag in the hallway and head to the bathroom, the light soft against their skin. They peer at their lips, swollen like a blossoming red rose. The urge to bite is strong, the pain satisfying momentarily distracts them from the bubbling anxiety in their belly.

Exams were only a week away but with the high percentage of worth the marks carry, anxiety had been slithering throughout the schools hallways like a giant snake stalking its prey, following students home so they could not find respite, even in their beds.

A knock at the door sounds loud and urgent.

As Yn pulls the door open, Suga almost drops the stack of books in his arms and the bags at his elbows.

‘Oh, Yn!’ Suga grins. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Of course,’ Yn says, bewildered. ‘Let me help you.’

In the living room, Yn places the stack of books on the coffee table, wondering how Suga could manage getting through them all with practice almost every afternoon. Despite being as passionate about volleyball as the others, he could somehow find the time to study when he really wants to.

‘So,’ Yn says, falling into the crease of the soft couch, ‘what brought you here?’

Suga glances at them, his mouth in a small frown, the creases between his brows knitted. ‘Look,’ he begins, ‘I have noticed that you’ve been a little… out of sorts, lately.’

Yn frowns, fidgeting in their lap with their fingers.

‘I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than beautiful, by the way!’ Suga says quickly, placing his hands on either side of Yn’s face.

Yn’s cheeks begin to flush. ‘What do you mean?’ They squeak.

Suga hesitates. ‘You’re doing it right now –’ Suga pauses, pointing at Yn’s lips, ‘you’re biting your lip too much!’

Yn swallows hard. ‘Oh. I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Suga smiles softly. ‘It took me a few moments to really see it.’ He hesitates. ‘I was too focused on studying, when I should have been looking out for you. I’m sorry.’

‘No, it’s okay!’ Yn blushes. ‘You’re here now! And it’s just anxiety, I mean, it’s always there, what can you do?’

‘Well…’ Suga says, turning to the coffee table. ‘I’m not sure if any of this will help, but I wanted to make up for not being one hundred percent there for you when you’re anxious.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These are just some small gifts,’ Suga says. He opens the thick paper bags, revealing a fluffy blanket, a few lip balms, a small box of tea, a journal, and all of Yn’s favourite snacks. ‘I know it’s not much, and it can’t fix your anxieties completely, BUT I do think that tea will help, and maybe you can journal some of your worries and one of these lip balms is good for deterring lip biting, I think,’ Suga says quickly. ‘And of course, the blanket is for when it gets cooler and we can play games or something, together.’

A comfortable silence fills the room. Yn processes the gesture slowly, their eyes welling, their chest swelling with butterflies.

‘Oh no,’ Suga says, pulling Yn into a hug, pressing them to his chest. ‘I’m sorry, was it too much?’

Yn breathes in his scent, the clean soapy smell mixed with the day’s activities. Familiarity and safety is how Yn would describe Suga and his hugs, the gesture alone could deter them from the worries that plagued their mind.

‘This is too nice,’ Yn murmurs. ‘It’s just a bitten lip, why are you doing so much over that?’

‘Well, I don’t know what’s going on in the background – I’d like to,’ he says quietly. ‘I’d like to sit here and listen to you talk about what’s worrying you, if you’d let me. You never have to, if you aren't comfortable, but I’m always here.’

‘I get it now,’ Yn says, sniffling. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’ve been busy too. Exam season gets us all, doesn’t it?’

Suga laughs. ‘It does, but it’s my job to also look after you.’

‘Does it bother you?’ Yn asks quietly. ‘My lips…’

‘Well, it looks a little painful,’ Suga replies. ‘I’d hate for you to endure the pain or get an infection. That’s why I picked up the lip balm specifically for healing lips,’ he says, reading the back of the lip balm.

Yn curls into the crook of Suga’s arm, peering at the lip balm. Suga takes Yn’s chin, and tilts their head upward, gently applying the lip balm to their lips. The cooling sensation spreads over their lips like a lovely cool breeze. ‘It feels pretty good so far, thank you. Thank you for this. I never expect you to do anything for me, but this has made me feel a lot better – just knowing you care. That you’re here for me. Thank you.’

Suga smiles warmly, squeezing Yn against his chest. ‘If none of this helps you feel less anxious, I’ll just have to squish the anxieties out of you!’

‘Well,’ Yn squeaks, ‘I wouldn’t mind the cuddles!’

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Teach Me, Please

Who knew volunteering at your local swimming pool would get you closer to your neighbour?

Alhaitham/You

Notes: When you're supposed to be working on your WIPs, you write a one-shot instead. 눈_눈 But, somehow, this man has taken over my mind. Cross posted on Ao3.

Part two

Those triceps… those biceps… those abs…

It isn’t until one of the older volunteers starts snapping her fingers in front of you that you finally turn to her. She’s giving you a deadpan look as she says, “You’re starin’ for far too long, missy!” Then, quietly with a wink, “I see why, though. He’s total eye candy! It’s not every day you see someone like that.”

But, in your case, you see him almost every day. Why? Because Alhaitham is your neighbour.

You were running to catch the elevator. Whoever was inside must've heard your hurried footsteps as the doors opened again. You gave the man inside a smile... only to almost forget to say thanks, as you were shocked at how handsome he was. You were about to scan your key card when you saw that the floor you wanted was already selected. On the way up, you subtly looked at him. You'd never seen him before. Did he just move in? Suddenly, his eyes met yours, and you quickly turned away in embarrassment.

When the doors opened, he gestured for you to go first. You gave him a nod of thanks and stepped out. Soon, you noticed that both of you were walking in the same direction. When you stopped in front of your unit and reached for your keys, you heard someone do the same. You turned around and saw the handsome man opening his door… across from yours. He stepped inside, turned around, and slightly smiled before closing it.

You feel your ears turn red. Gosh, you hope he didn’t catch you staring. You’ve been volunteering as a swimming assistant at your local swimming pool on the weekends, and you mostly see the same people every time. But Alhaitham?

With your hands full, you used your body to push open the doors, exhausted from a long day at work. But then, you saw your neighbour standing in front of the elevator… and suddenly, you didn’t feel so tired anymore. He greeted you with a slight smile, to which you returned. Once you stood next to him, you put your groceries down. After a short while, as you waited for the elevator, you asked, "...Did you just move here?"

"I did. If I'm not wrong... we live across from each other."

So, he remembered you. "Yeah, we do."

So, you remembered him, too. Once the elevator arrived, he once again gestured for you to go first. You were about to pick up your groceries again when he asked, "Do you need some help?"

"Oh, no, I'm okay."

You grabbed the bags again, but a small box fell onto the floor. Before you could reach for it, he had already grabbed it for you. "At least let me help with this."

Did your heart just beat a little faster? Once both of you were inside, he swiped his card key and pressed for his floor. Then, he glanced at the box in his hands. "You bake?"

"I wouldn't call it real baking..."

He chuckled. "Well, it's a start." Was it bad that you couldn't look away? But, his man had the most enchanting eyes you had ever seen. Your mind went blank. It wasn't until the doors opened that he said,  “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Alhaitham." He held the door open for you as you stepped out.

You were walking beside him when you introduced yourself. Then, just before you parted ways, he placed the cookie mix into your bag. You both stopped at your respective doors and opened them simultaneously. Then, you walked in and turned around. You happened to face each other, so you took the opportunity and said, "...Have a good night."

Suddenly, you feel someone grab your hand. You look down and see your cheeky student smiling at you.

“Did you miss me last week?”

“I sure did. Did you have fun on your vacation?”

He starts dragging you toward the pool. “I did! We went swimming by the lake. I practiced hard! Want me to show you?”

“Very diligent of you! I can’t wait to see.”

The young boy suddenly stops just before he gets into the water. “Oh, but there’s someone I’d you to meet first. He’s my uncle!” Then, he lets go of your hand and runs to the charming, green-eyed male. Well, what are the odds? When Alhaitham walks over and smiles at you, your heart unexpectedly races. “This is my uncle! He just moved here.”

Althaitham affectionately ruffles his nephew's hair. "Ah, this is the pretty instructor you told me about?" But, then, he looks at you, and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks. "You're right. She is pretty."

It's been a while since you last got dolled up. You and a couple of girlfriends were going out for drinks, so you took this opportunity to dress up. However, as soon as you opened your door, the first person you saw was Alhaitham… sweaty and in a gym tank. He turned, and you saw his eyes widen for a moment.

"Going out?” he asked.

“Ah, yeah, I’m going out for drinks with a couple of friends.”

He opened his door. “Have fun.” Then, he slightly smiled. “You look amazing.”

Without thinking and your emotions on a bit of a high, you said, “You too.”

You wanted to kick yourself. Your face turned red as Alhaitham laughed. “Maybe under less sweaty circumstances.”

Alhaitham looks at his nephew and puts his hand on his shoulder. “Do you mind if I chat with her for a bit?”

His nephew suspiciously looks from his uncle to you. “...Fine. But only for a bit.”

Once his nephew is swimming alone in the shallow water, Alhaitham asks, "How long have you been volunteering here?"

You hope he doesn't know that you're fighting the urge to look at his sculpted torso. “Not too long. Just a couple of months ago, actually. Are you here because of your nephew?”

Yes and no. But before Alhaitham tells you the real reason, he says, “He keeps gushing about his instructor on vacation, so I was curious.”

“It sounds like you like her a lot,” Alhaitham said as he prepared dinner.

“I do! I think you’ll like her, too.”

“Well, a friend of yours is a friend of mine.” Alhaitham turned off the stove. “So, what’s her name?” Your name wasn’t the one he was expecting.

“Well… surprise! It’s just me.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “It’s a pleasant surprise.”

You look away and use the back of your hand to touch your face. You aren’t blushing, are you? “Um, well, your nephew learns fast. He’s diligent, too.”

"Glad to hear. But, I want to ask... Do you have room for one more student?" At your silence, Alhaitham looks away awkwardly. "You don't have to. I just thought I'd ask."  Hold up. Is he turning red?

"Of course I do." But then you smile a little mischievously, "But... do I get something in return?"

Did his gaze just darken? Or is that your imagination? Just before he can reply, his nephew runs up to you. “Are you done talking yet?”

You lean down. “Looks like your uncle will be joining you.”

To your surprise, the young boy frowns. Then, he gives his uncle a deadpan look. “Are you hitting on her?”

You almost laugh at Alhaitham’s flustered expression. “Okay, okay. Should we start our first lesson?”

“What about meee?”

Alhaitham ruffles his nephew’s hair. “Looks like you’re sharing today.”

Tag List: @suoshiii @lordbugs I tagged y'all because you wanted to get updates for all of my stories. But, I'm not sure if that includes new stuff, too. XD. Just let me know otherwise.

#genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #al haitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham fluff #al haitham x reader #al haitham fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact #al haitham genshin #one shot

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand

Sequel to Stress Relief, Right Through Me, Waiting, Honey I’m Home, Won’t Give Up, Midnight, Dinner Time, and The Limit

Warnings: noncon, housewife kink, fear, postpartum depression, abuse, suicidal thoughts.

Even though it’s a drabble, I do appreciate any comments and feedback you have. Thanks for reading!

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You shush and rock the baby, her shrill crying twisting the screw in your stomach, fueling the fire roiling in your chest. You just want her to shut up! You want peace. You want quiet. You want a moment to breathe.

Your own tears begin to fall as the urge to shake her stiffens your arms and for a moment, you see yourself doing it. You see yourself shaking her until she is quiet. But you don’t. 

You pant in horror at the visions in your head and you make yourself put her down. She’s still furiously crying but she’s safe. From you.

You clutch your head and let your terror flow down your cheeks. You back up to the footstool before the glider and slouch over as you sob. You can’t do this anymore. 

You’re going to kill Martha or yourself, because you know you don’t stand a chance against Clark.

You hear the front door and sit up straight. Shit! You stand up and swipe away the tears, going back to the crib to take his daughter out. You hold her to your chest and coo, bouncing up and down as you try to soothe her. She won’t nurse and she won’t sleep. You don’t know what else to do.

You hear Clark talking but not loud enough for you to hear. Then he gets a response, from someone else. Confusion swells with your frustration and you slowly near the door, the blare of your daughter quaking in your eardrum.

“Honey,” Clark looks at you over his shoulder as you peek down the hall, “there you are.”

“Uh, sorry, I…” you’re a mess. You’re wearing clothes covered in food and spit-up and you haven’t showered in days. “I’m just putting her down for her nap.”

“Here,” Clark beckons to you, a rare instance of him offering to take her. 

You near and gulp as you see the other woman. She watches with concern, a purse over her shoulder as you hand over the child to your husband. She quiets as he cradles her with one arm and you sigh. 

Of course. She fucking hates you. How could she not? She must sense how you feel the same.

“This is Laney,” he introduces the stranger, “she’s our new nanny.”

“What?” You’re shocked. You almost falter as your legs shake. Help. A nanny. You could cry again.

“Laney,” you croak as you put your hand to your chest. You know better than to act up. “Hi. It’s so nice to meet you.”

You shake her hand as she smiles nervously, “yeah, I uh, saw the post in this group I’m part of and to be honest, working at Wal-mart doesn’t cover the bills. I do breakfast shifts at a diner too and tips aren’t what they used to be.”

“Oh my gosh,” you’re jolted by her response. 

Just that you’re talking to someone who isn’t your husband or the clingy child. The reminder of the world outside; a Wal-mart? A diner? How long has it been since you’ve seen either?

“That sounds like a lot.”

“Yeah, but this should let me take a break from serving,” she smiles, “and oh my god, what a cutie.”

She steps closer to Clark and marvels at Martha. You feel a blade sink into you. How come you can’t feel that? A stranger can make eyes at your child but you can only feel loathing.

“”Um, Laney,” Clark intones, “do you mind taking Martha? I just need to talk to my wife…” he lowers his voice, “you’re kind of a surprise for her.”

“Of course, Mr. Kent,” she grins and takes the baby.

He nods and lets her take Martha before he backs away. He puts his hand on your shoulder and leads you back down the hall to the nursery. He shuts the door as you jitter, in disbelief.

“Clark?” You eke out.

“She’s gonna give us some time, honey,” he says as he rubs your arms, “aren’t you happy?”

“Oh my god, yes, thank you,” you sputter, “Clark, I–”

“You can thank me later,” he breathes and cups your chest, biting his lip, “won’t you?”

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #dcu #dc #superman

[thathermitweirdo]

So recently I posted fusion art of Grian and Doc from the Gemcyt au, and I love them so much (bc toxic) so I wrote a oneshot for them. This oneshot features Grian, Doc, Scar, Mumbo, Watermelon Tourmaline (my fusion of Mumbo and Doc) and Purple Azurite (my fusion of Grian and Doc). I’d recommend looking at their designs if you haven’t already, just to more easily understand the oneshot.

Credit to @chrisrin for Scar, Grian, Mumbo and Doc designs, and also for making Gemcyt au in the first place :)

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The day was like any other, Mumbo watching as Scar and Grian practiced their duels, standing on the balcony of the beach house. His gaze was focused on Grian, watching as the aquamarine pulled water balloons from his gem, soaring above the ground as he attacked Scar. The spinel sliced through each of the balloons with his cane sword, giggling happily as he did so.

“Hey, Mumbo!” Grian paused, tossing a water balloon in his hand as he waved to the peridot. “Why don’t you come down and practice with us?”

“Oh, um-“ Mumbo blushed slightly. “I-I’m okay. You know I’m no good at fighting..”

“Awe. Okay.” Grian said, turning back to continue his fight. Only, he ended up pausing, his wings slowly flapping as he landed on the sandy ground.

“Gri?” Scar raised an eyebrow. “What’s up? Why’d you stop?”

“I thought I saw—“ He said, before smiling. “I did! I-I think that’s him!”

“Him?” Scar and Mumbo asked in unison, the two looking further down the beach to spot a large figure. Grian smiled widely as he flew off, rushing to meet the figure.

Mumbo came down the steps of the beach house, he and Scar sharing a confused look. “Do we…follow him?”

“I suppose.” Mumbo said, walking along the beach to follow after Grian.

Grian and the mystery gem were already walking back to the beach house, so the four met at the halfway point. When Mumbo approached the two, the gem that Grian was with was nearly twice his size. And Mumbo was quite tall, this new gem had to be at least twelve feet!

He was some kind of centaur gem, maybe bloodstone, used for heavy construction and even wars. His gem was on his left eye, and he was laughing with Grian perched atop his shoulder.

“Oh, guys!” Grian smiled as the new gem came to a stop in front of the two. “This is— wait, hold on..”

He paused, suddenly noticing the spikes along the new gem’s body that were leftover from corruption. “Oh my gosh, I-I didn’t even notice! Doc, what on earth happened to you?!”

The gem known as Doc let out a slight chuckle. “Oh, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice those..”

“Doc..” Grian spoke, his voice nearly a whisper as he placed the palm of his hand against the bloodstone’s cheek. “You were corrupted, weren’t you?” He asked quietly, a sad look across the smaller gem’s face.

“I wanted to get stronger.” He muttered, his voice somewhat ashamed of his actions. “I missed you. I missed fusing with you.”

“So you fused with a corrupted gem? Oh Doc..” Grian’s expression saddened further at that thought, leaping off the bloodstone’s shoulder. He flapped his wings, hovering face to face with Doc. His tiny hands were placed on Doc’s cheeks, while Grian pressed his forehead against the larger gem’s. “Is that why it’s been so long? You’ve been corrupted? All this time?”

“It was just a couple thousands of years.” Doc said gruffly as he pulled away, a slight blush across his face.

“I can’t believe you!” Grian put his hands on his hips, the wings on his back flapping angrily. “You fused, knowing you would get corrupted!”

“Um, sorry.” Mumbo stepped between the two, a bit nervous to approach the twelve foot tall gem. “Gri, who exactly is this..?”

Doc seemed a little upset as the peridot referred to Grian with a nickname, though the smaller gem didn’t seem to notice. “Oh, sorry Mumbo. Sometimes I forget I met you and Scar after leaving Homeworld. This is Doc. He and I worked together back on Homeworld.”

“Mm.” The bloodstone nodded, opening the palm of his hand to give Grian a place to land comfortably. “We ran away together after we realized the diamonds would never allow gems like us to be together.”

“Buh-, be together-?” Mumbo seemed a bit jealous as he stumbled over his words, while Doc simply had a smug grin across his face.

“I-it was a long time ago, really.” Grian said dismissively, sensing the tension between the two gems.

“Wow! So you two were together?” Scar asked excitedly, while Mumbo looked away sadly.

Doc nodded proudly. “We even fused. Y’know, back when it wasn’t acceptable.”

“Wow G! I didn’t know you had this whole other life before us!” The spinel said excitedly, reaching out to try and pet the fluff on Doc’s chest as he spoke. The larger gem slapped his hand away, growling slightly. Grian pat his shoulder, helping to calm the beast down.

He gave an awkward chuckle. “Oh boy, there’s a lot of things I haven’t told you guys.”

“Oh.” Mumbo sighed, deflating visibly. “I’ll um, let you two catch up. I’ll be inside, okay?”

“Wait, Mumbo!” Grian tried to follow the peridot, who was clearly upset, though Doc grabbed his wrist.

“C’mon, let him go.” Said the bloodstone, shooting a cold glare at Scar as he spoke. The spinel gem looked intimidated, shrinking under the stare.

“I’ll, uh..go check on him…” Scar forced an awkward giggle, rushing after Mumbo.

Grian frowned, clearly concerned about the two, though Doc dragged a claw through his hair, bringing the aquamarine back to the present. “I never thought I’d see you again. I thought I’d be stuck a corrupted gem forever.”

“I really am glad to see you again, Doc.” Grian nodded, a sad smile across his face as he glanced back to the house. “But I think my friends are a bit intimidated by you..”

“Aw, they can use a bit of toughening up.” He said dismissively, “Those two haven’t seen what we have. Especially that peridot.”

“Mumbo is fine just the way he is.”

Doc’s nose wrinkled in disgust, the bloodstone glancing away with a mix of anger and upset across his face. “So he’s clearly your new fusion partner.”

“Don’t talk like that, Mumbo and Scar are my friends. Yeah we fused, but as friends.”

“I don’t think that peridot thinks so.” Doc sneered.

Grian frowned. “You’re not being very nice right now. I’m starting to remember why we went our separate ways.”

“You mean how you left me?” The bloodstone asked, raising his voice slightly.

Grian opened his wings, flying slightly above Doc’s hand. “Because you wanted to stay fused! You know that’s not what I wanted! All you wanted was to fuse to be stronger, you just wanted to use me!”

Doc scoffed, looking insulted. “You loved being Azurite just as much as I did. Don’t act like I forced you to fuse.”

“That’s all you ever did! You only wanted me because I was able to make you stronger! You could have done that with any other gem!”

“But I wanted to do it with YOU!”

The two went silent, staring at one another with anger and frustration in their eyes. Grian sighed, turning away while crossing his arms. “You’re the same as ever. I don’t think you should stay.”

Growling, Doc stomped closer to the aquamarine. “I came all this way, just to see you, and you’re just going to reject me?!”

“What, were you expecting things to magically go back to normal?” Grian snapped. “It’s been hundreds of thousands of years! We were only together for a couple hundred!”

“I came back because I wanted to fuse with you again! To be Purple Azurite again! Don’t you want that too?!”

Grian shook his head, keeping his back facing the bloodstone as he crossed his arms. “No, I don’t. I want you to leave.”

He growled again, a deep growl from his chest, Doc grabbing ahold of Grian’s arm to pull him close. “We’re fusing.” He spoke darkly, a cold look in his eye.

Grian frantically shook his head, trying to pull his arm free. “W-Wha-? Doc—?! Nono, I-I don’t want to fuse—!” His voice cracked, tears starting to well in his eyes as he began to panic.

He tried to spin Grian in an attempt to dance, though the small aquamarine wasn’t cooperative, squirming in Doc’s grip while trying to escape. “We can be together again.” Said the bloodstone, “We can be Purple Azurite forever.”

“N-no! I don’t want to be, not with you!” Grian said, kicking Doc’s arm to try and free himself, with no success. “M-Mumbo! Scar! Anyone, please!”

The two gems came running out of the house upon hearing their names called, both had clearly been watching the whole time out of concern for Grian. Doc paused with a growl, pulling the aquamarine closer to him. “What are you two runts supposed to do?” He spoke tauntingly with a laugh in his voice.

Scar and Mumbo shared a look of concern, the peridot grabbing the shorter gem’s wrist. “Scar.” He said, eyes pleading. “Please. Fuse with me to help Grian.”

The spinel’s lips curled into a grin that spread across his face, excited at the proposition. “Oh boy, it’s been a while!”

Mumbo wrapped an arm around Scar’s waist, dipping the gem slightly. “Then let’s dance, shall we?” The green gem smirked, taking Scar’s hand with his free one.

The gem on Mumbo’s forehead began to glow, as well as the gem in the center of Scar’s chest, while Grian’s face lit up with hope. Mumbo tossed Scar into the air, catching him by the waist before twirling with the spinel in his arms. Scar giggled as he was dipped again, before Mumbo lowered his head, pressing his gem against Scar’s.

Their bodies were enveloped in a white flash of light, Doc growling underneath his breath. He clenched his teeth tightly, shaking his head in annoyance. “Fine. I’ll take care of the two of you.” The bloodstone said as he released his hold on Grian before stepping forward.

“Don’t you mean the one of us?” An excited and bubbly voice spoke up, causing a tall figure to step through the light, the fusion of the two gems revealing himself. “Oh, wait, is that grammatically correct? Oh dear, that would be embarrassing if it wasn’t.”

One hand was on his hip as he spoke, while the other scratched his chin. The second pair of hands lifted up the fusion’s tophat and scratched the top of his head as he pondered for a moment. “Oh well, no time for that!”

“Watermelon!” Grian smiled upon spotting the fusion, relief washing over the aquamarine. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

Doc began to laugh, reaching up to his gem. “Watermelon? You gotta be kidding me.” He said, pulling his battle axe from his gem. “I’m going to shatter the two of you.”

“Watermelon Tourmaline, to be exact.” The gem introduced himself, lifting his tophat as he bowed. “And I’m not too sure my friend there is on board with fusing.”

“And you’re supposed to stop me?” Doc snorted, letting the handle of his war axe rest on his shoulder. “Even as a fusion, you two are still runts.”

Watermelon blushed out of embarrassment, before letting out a sigh to keep his cool. “Yes, we are, but I won’t tolerate any violence towards Grian.” Said the fusion, reaching to his chest gem. He pulled out a cane in a matter of seconds, pointing it at the bloodstone. “So either leave, or we’ll take care of you.”

Doc chuckled darkly, raising his axe slightly. “It might be one vs two, but I don’t lose to scrawny gems.”

He tapped his cane against the ground, causing the end of the walking stick to reveal the hidden blade attached at the end. Watermelon raised his cane sword, a smile across his face. “En garde.”

Doc growled as his face heated with anger, raising his axe as he galloped forward. He slashed down at Watermelon, the latter blocking easily with his own sword. He stepped to the side, avoiding a follow up attack, and brought up his cane to block Doc’s next attack. Watermelon smirked, using his sword against the axe to hold his ground.

“You aren’t good enough for Grian.” Doc spat as the two fought to hold their ground.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Replied Watermelon with a sly smirk.

Doc growled in annoyance as he charged once more, swinging his axe downwards. Watermelon parried, making contact with the axe before slashing upwards, knocking it off balance slightly. He then thrust his left leg upwards, knocking the axe out of Doc’s hands and sending it flying into the air.

Watermelon’s second pair of arms cartoonishly wrapped around Doc’s body, tying him up securely. His other pair of arms took off his hat, and without breaking eye contact, he held the hat off to the side. Doc’s axe came down from the sky, falling right into the tophat. Watermelon smirked as he showed Doc the inside of the tophat, revealing his weapon was suddenly gone.

Grian’s smile grew wider as he began happily clapping his hands together. Watermelon placed his tophat back on his head, chuckling slightly as he began to do a few bows. “Thank you, thank you! I’m here all night, folks!”

Doc looked at Grian, wrath burning in his gaze. With the sudden burst of rage Doc grabbed Watermelon’s arms, still bound, using them to swing Watermelon Tourmaline around with enough force to send him flying into the side of the rocky cliff. Doc pulled a new axe from his gem, clearly more angry than before.

Watermelon groaned, adjusting his top hat. “Jeez, this guy packs quite the punch.” He muttered underneath his breath, reaching to pull a new cane sword from his gem.

Doc moved quicker than before, practically leaping across the beach to reach Watermelon before he could grab his new weapon. Just as he had grabbed the edge of his cane, Doc used the flat end of his axe to knock the cane out of Watermelon’s grasp.

“I told you.” Doc growled, lowering the axe just an inch away from Watermelon’s chest. “You two will never be enough for Grian.”

He brought the axe down, slicing Watermelon’s body, causing the two gems to split from their fusion. They fell apart, both exhausted as they landed onto the sandy beach. “And you-“ Doc growled angrily, grabbing Mumbo by the collar of his shirt. “I’m going to enjoy shattering you.”

“Doc, no! Stop!” Grian rushed over, grabbing the handle of the bloodstone’s axe, trying to pull the weapon from his grasp. “Please, d-don’t! Y-you can’t, d-don’t shatter him.”

Grian was begging, tears rolling out of his eye as he shook his head. “Please, I-I’ll fuse with you, I’ll stay with you, I swear! Don’t hurt Mumbo or Scar, pl-please!”

Doc smirked, dropping Mumbo to the ground. He fell limp, barely conscious he hit the ground. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” The gem leaned in close, cupping Grian’s cheek with his free hand. “I promise I won’t shatter your friends, then.”

He looked back down at the defeated Mumbo, before shoving his axe into the peridot’s chest, causing his body to poof, while his gem landed safely in the sand. Doc chuckled, turning towards Grian while offering his hand. “Shall we?” He asked, a dark grin across his face.

Grian sighed, placing his hand in Doc’s as he nodded. “Yes. Let’s fuse.”

“G-Gri—“ Scar tried to speak up, though he was clearly very beat up from the fight. Doc growled at him, glaring down the spinel.

“Scar, it’s okay.” Grian spoke softly, refusing eye contact with the pink gem. “Just..please. Don’t look for me. And take care of Mumbo.”

Doc began the fusion dance, not giving Scar a chance to react. Grian stayed in the air to keep the dance easier, the bloodstone twirling the aquamarine before pulling him close. He chuckled darkly as their gems began to glow, the light overtaking the two of them.

“NO!” Scar yelled, watching as the light cleared.

Purple Azurite had his arms wrapped around his body, as if he were hugging himself, his breathing ragged. He looked down at his purple skin, dragging his hands through his long hair. His face twisted into a dark grin, a laugh escaping the fusion as he dragged a hand along Grian’s gem.

“We’re us again.” Azurite spoke, looking up at the sky while he chuckled to himself. “I’m me again.”

Scar reached into his gem, pulling out his cane sword. He stood up with shaking legs, eyes filled with tears. “Gr-Grian, no, s-stop-“ The spinel tried to argue. “Don’t, d-don’t do this-“

“That’s not our name!” Azurite snapped, eyes filled with fury. “Grian isn’t here anymore. He’s gone!”

“P-please—“ Scar reached out his hand, using his cane as support to hold himself up. Azurite grabbed his wrist, lifting the pink gem off of the ground with a horrifying grin. He threw Scar against the wall, hard enough to cause a crater to form and shake the cliff side.

“Stay down.” Azurite spoke, his voice more of Grian’s than Doc. “Don’t make me poof you.”

Scar curled up into a ball, shaking from the pain and fear. His breath came quickly, short gasps coming from between clenched teeth. He looked up at the fusion with his eyes filled with tears, watching as they walked to the edge of the beach.

The wings of water formed on his back, opening up to reveal they were three times the size of Grian’s original wings. Azurite looked back for a moment, before looking forward once more.

His wings flapped a few times, lifting the fusion off of the ground, before he flew off.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fandom #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitweirdo writes #hermitcraft au #mumbo jumbo #grian #docm77 #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft angst #gemcyt #fusion #hermitcraft oneshots

[flamehairedwritings]

The Dungeon Master and The Drama Club President: Chapter One

Characters: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Rating: E, 18+ ONLY

Words: 1k

A/N: This is a little mini-series dedicated to @herb-welch and inspired by a mini-series @irrelevantwriter has just posted, go and check it out!! A chapter will be posted every other day, and let me know if you’d like to be tagged! (I’ll only tag you if your age or ‘Over 18+’ or something adjacent is in ya bio).

Tags: Enemies to lovers, swearing, alcohol, talent kink? if that’s a thing (it is), sweet little series, sexual references, sexual things in the last chapter.

The Dungeon Master and The Drama Club President Masterlist

Summary: You strike a deal with Eddie Munson that leads to more than either of you bargained for.

Please don’t copy or steal my work, and please don’t post it on any other sites; credit does not count.

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Chapter One  ─ The Deal

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Trevor swallows as he grips at his clipboard. “Uh, well, no, sorry, I’m not, they, uh, they said it was okay─”

“Who said that?”

“Uh, well, Eddie did, that he’d cleared it with you─”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

Lips pressed together, you stride past a now stammering Trevor, jaw clenched.

It’s unbelievable, but it’s also entirely fucking believable.

Of course he did, of course he lied because that’s who he is, he’s a liar and a sneak.

People swiftly move out of your way as you stride down the corridors of Hawkins High, righteous fury obviously evident on your features.

Good. Maybe it’ll rattle the otherwise nonchalant Eddie fucking Munson.

Shoving the drama studio doors open, you pause, stepping into semi-darkness. The only lights are tinted red and pointed at the stage, more specifically at the long table on it.

It’s just for a fraction of a second that you pause, though, because there he is. Sat on a throne, gaze flicked up to you, hand paused in turning a page of his notebook.

And he smirks.

“Sorry, sweetheart, The Hellfire Club isn’t taking on any new memb─”

“Leave.” You stride towards the stage, features thunderous once more.

He turns the page. “Uh, no. For the next two hours, this space is ours.”

“No,” you snap, moving up the steps onto the stage. “For the next three hours, it’s mine, we need to rehearse.”

He sits back in the throne, lifting his hands as he sighs like you’re the inconvenience. “Don’t you have someone’s huge house you could go to?”

“You can set all this up in a fucking field, we need the lights and the stage to do our blocking.” You huff out a breath as you place your hands on your hips. “Which isn’t the point, I booked this weeks ago.”

“Gosh, did you?” he half-simpers. “Well me oh my, they must have got the dates confused. But, y’know, seein’ as I’m already here and set up why don’t you kindly fuck off and take your preening selves elsewhere.”

“What the hell is your problem, Munson?” you hiss, leaning over the table, hands pressed down on it. “’Preening’? Isn’t that what you so expertly do instead of passing fucking high school?”

He scoffs, a smile pulling at his lips. “Yeah, good one, babe, haven’t heard that before.”

Fuck you, Eddie Munson.

Your tongue running along your teeth, your gaze flicks down to the table, to the little figures set up that have been so carefully painted, the small trees and rocks surrounding them.

The corners of your mouth twitch.

Straightening, you fold your arms as you look at him, arching an eyebrow. “I don’t know why you’re so dismissive of theatre, it’s basically what you’re fucking doing here.”

Eddie snorts. “Yeah, but... but....” You see the faint panic enter his gaze. Then, he shrugs. “Hardly, we don’t prance about in tights.”

“You dress up, though, or at least your, what are they called... campaign members do. And you pick names, create characters...” You’re moving down the table towards him now, head tilted. “... Gosh, doesn’t that sound familiar?”

He snorts again, fingers steepled together as he shakes his head. “It’s different, all right, we don’t have to put on a show for everyone and─”

“Oh, because you hate putting on a show, don’t you, Eddie?” You sit on the edge of the table near him, arms still folded. “Remind me, is it every Tuesday or Wednesday your band plays at that dive bar?”

He’s silent now, jaw clenched as he looks at you.

You just continue to smile, before an innocent expression overtakes your features as you lift a finger. “You know what, we have a few spaces that need filling in our musical, would you like to audition?”

“Fuck off,” he mutters, arms folding.

“No? I thought that would be right up your street, getting to talk and sing uninterrupted, shout and yell, be dramatic, and have people clap you for it.” You give a mock-gasp of delight and his jaw moves.

Smiling again, you tip your head to the side. “No? Well, actually, you know what... we do need some more people to do the music for us, so why don’t you and your little band help us out, huh? If you do then I’ll happily let you have the studio today and use our space for your little game every Monday. How does that sound?”

If his eyes could burn a hole through you, they would.

“Yeah?” you simper now, smile wider.

His gaze drops after a moment and you take his hissing out of what is most likely a curse as a ‘yes’.

You want to hear it, though.

“What was that, Eddie?”

“Fine,” he snaps, jaw so tight he says it through gritted teeth, and you beam, nodding as you stand.

“Perfect. I’ll get someone to give you the sheet music, and I’ll see you next Thursday for our sitzprobe.” Having half turned, you turn back to him. “That’s what it’s called when we rehearse with the orchestra, by the way.”

“I know what a fuckin’ sitzprobe is,” he scoffs in a way that suggests he absolutely didn’t.

“Good. See you then, Eddie.”

Turning away, triumphant, you move towards the stairs again. Your actors will be fine with the change, you know you can just use one of the many empty classrooms now that school’s finished for the day, and it─

“Oh, sweetheart?”

Your brow dipping, you pause halfway towards the door, and turn back to him.

He’s smiling.

Why is he smiling.

Lifting his hands, he then steeples his fingers again. “While I gladly accept your generous offer, I’d love to audition us, though. Why don’t you come down to The Hideout next Tuesday and see if we suit? I’d hate for us to ruin your special little play.”

You have to fight very hard to keep your frustration from showing.

Oh, fuck you, Eddie Munson.

You’ve heard about The Hideout. Dirty, disgusting, full of hardcore rockers and metalheads, drugs are rife, and it’s basically a law unto itself.

... But if you say no, then, well, he’s won and that just cannot happen.

Forcing a wide smile, you shrug. “All right. I’ll see you there, Munson.”

Striding for the door, your smile drops as your jaw clenches.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

As the door swings shut behind you, Eddie drops his hands as his smile fades and he blows out a breath.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit.

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[aubreysheadspace]

Hi! Let me just start by saying I love this blog so much and reading all these has given me so much joy the past few days! I’m sorry to hear that your motivation is running low lately but it’s totally understandable. Just know that I and I’m sure many other people will always look forward to a new post from you no matter how long it takes :)

Ok so I thought up a scenario with Kel, hopefully it’s not too lengthy-

You and Kel had been friends for about a month now. You were a little shy and had trouble with self-esteem and Kel picked up on that and encouraged you to be more outgoing and to not worry too much. Today you had been hanging out with a few of your other friends and had a huge falling out with them that led to them all abandoning you, for something that wasn’t necessarily your fault. Feeling absolutely miserable, you checked your watch and realized it would be an hour or so before your guardian(s) could pick you up. Seeing how the park was close by, you decided to find the most hidden, secluded spot underneath some trees to release all your sorrows. Kel was playing basketball in the court at the moment, but he stopped suddenly. He might not have heard anything if you two hadn’t been friends for a while. “Y/N..?” He walks toward the distant noise of soft crying and eventually finds you in your miserable state, crouched between the trees trying in vain to wipe away the tears from your bloodshot eyes.

KEL COMFORTING READER (PLATONIC)

OH MY GOSH <3 you’re absolutely sweet and super kind, thank you so much! and I find this scenario so sweet yet so sad 3: hope u enjoy, ily! /p

KEL was absolutely stunned to see you all sad and miserable, especially by yourself

he drops everything to be by your side without hesitation,

whether it’d be the basketball in his hand or the entire game he’s playing with his new friends

either way, he stops everything just to know why you were so sad!

he’s been your friend for a month, sure, but he still deeply cares about you as if he’s known you his entire life!

KEL is a really cheerful and outgoing person, sometimes dumb and can’t really read the room, but he is mature enough to understand that is a serious issue you’re going through

he’ll wait until you’re done crying, even volunteered to wipe your snot away with his basketball uniform… gross

hey, he wanted to cheer you up a little bit so you wouldn’t be completely depressed right now

once you’re done with crying or you’re crying just a little bit, KEL wants you to tell him what’s wrong

if you deny at first, he’ll try again!

"hey.. come on [READER].. you could trust your buddy KEL with anything, y’know?" KEL said with a sheepish grin, hoping you’d open up to him. however you refuse yet again.

"no, KEL.. its fine.. i’m fine." you protested, yet it clear you were definitely not okay. tears were still coming out of your eyes that were bloodshot red, you could barely talk due to the amount of crying you’re still doing and that lump in your throat, and you felt like absolute garbage.

KEL obviously noticed you were not fine and grew a little impatient. "you’re not fine though? you’re clearly crying your eyes out at the park, how is that fine?" KEL spoke, a bit confused at your attempt to lie to him. you groaned a bit, "i just, don’t wanna talk about it.."

"oh.. um, that’s cool too! but it’s not cool to bottle it all up, y’know?" KEL said as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, unsure of how to get you to open up. "i know we haven’t been friends for a long time really but, a friend is a friend! you don’t have to open up to me or anything, but it’s never good to not speak about your feelings." you listened to him attentively and you realized he was actually kind of right. sure his wording is a bit… something, but it’s better than nothing. plus he’s trying his best. so after a few seconds of silence, you finally told him everything that made you this upset.

KEL listens to your side of the story and makes sure he’s paying attention, this is serious after all

after you’ve told him that your own friend group straight up abandoned you for something that wasn’t necessarily your fault at all..

..KEL was absolutely outrageous, very disappointed at your friends! he didn’t understand why they would just.. leave you in the dust like that!

it felt great that KEL was really caring and nice towards your situation, even deciding to pat your back

you might wanna stop him from straight up going up to your friends and ask them to listen to your side of the story

he knows you’re a bit shy and lacked a bit of self-esteem, so if you didn’t want to talk to your friends about it due to fear, he’ll gladly do it for you!

what he doesn’t know is how embarrassing it’ll be for him to do that for you. so please, try and stop him

but he will cheer you on and hype you up if you do wanna talk to your friends about it!

if you’re alone now without your previous ex group, KEL would invite you to watch/play basketball with him and his new friends!

and if the SUNNY route is happening on the last day, then you could meet his previous (still ongoing) friend group! they’d gladly let you hang out with them!

#aubreysheadspace!~ #aubreys writing!~ #omori #omori x reader #omori kel x reader #omori kel

[factual-fantasy]

I gots 21 moar ask :}

aaaaaaa I’m hanging in there as best I can-- also aaaa sorry for the lac of posts!! I’ve been so busy with life and trying to get part two of Bits and Pieces done aaaaa--

AAAAAAA Its almost done!! I got all of the line art done and it just needs to be colored!!

AAAAAAA I ONLY HAVE 8 CANVASES LEFT IM GOING AS FAST AS I CAN AAAAA---

@immortalwithoutaname​ (Comic in question)

XD Well we’ll see what it ACTUALLY is in a future comic.. :}}

(Also thank you! I’m glad you liked it! :}})

I have a comic planned that will address Roxy and Chica’s rocky relationship. So you’ll find out then!

(Comic in question)

Actually.. The Daycare Attendant never came back.

In the story he did go to an employee the next day. But they told him the same thing. “We cant find anything wrong with you, so go back to work”

Sunny knew they were full of crap. So he figured to keep everyone safe.. He would keep the lights on at all times and not leave the Daycare until he could fix himself.

..A few months have gone by now, and he still hasn’t left the safety of the Daycare.

..DJ’s worried sick.

I never really cared for it too much. That’s mostly why I made Sunny/Moony one person in my AU.

Having them be two separate characters sharing one body just got confusing. And I couldn’t see a reason why Fazbear Entertainment would want to have a dual AI animatronic like that.. So I just made him 1 person.

Also aaaaaaa nooooo my Gravity Falls art ehk-- 

My Chica’s eyes are almost identical to her “infected” eyes. The infected eyes are a bright toxic purple while her normal eyes are like a soft purple-ish pink.

@waffleking193  After part 2 of “Bits and Pieces” comes out, I plan to take the time to flesh out my AU and really organize the timeline.

If I decide to keep the part where Chica gets crushed by the trash compacter thingy, she will not have been lured in by Monty Mix. She would have been lured in by a pizza.

Because in my AU, its just food in general that Chica wants to eat. And Pizza is the thing she is most consistently recognizes.

I hate it :/

Nothing against Jack Black and Chris Pratt, but I really hate them for the voices of Mario and Bowser. And although I haven’t heard the voices of the other characters, I imagine I’m gonna hate them too.

Kamek’s voice was alright though, and Toads could’ve been worse. But I just couldn't get over Mario and Bowser.

The ONLY way I will be 100% fine with Mario is if they go with the Storyline of Mario being some random guy from Brooklyn or something that got transported into the mushroom kingdom. If they try to sell him as Italian I will be ANGRY

Also there’s nothing you can do to make me like Jack black as Bowser, I just keep hearing Po from Kung fu Panda. When ever Bowser talks he loses all of his intimidation.

Uhg and I bet they’re gonna make Bowser witty and quirky and the awkward comic relief character and whatever instead of the intimidating ruler that he is.

aaaaa other than the animation I’m so disappointed and have no hooopeeee

XD I saw the results. Honestly not surprised in the slightest that Sans won.

In all honesty, if Sans was in the poll and DIDN’T win? I would be shocked and super confused. XD

Tbanks bro

Oh gosh eww you found my Gravity Falls content oh no--

Anyway although I still ADORE that show and all of its characters, I haven’t drawn Gravity Falls stuff in a long time :/

*Part 3 --

And maybe! I haven’t forgotten about it. Just hit a brick wall in the planning process and am still sitting on it :/

@ar1-thecat​ 

I have SO many things I wanna draw like Mario and Luigi brother stuff and Sky OCs and Splatoon OCs and Kirby OCs but I REALLY want to wait until part 2 of “Bits and Pieces” is done before I draw all that but life keeps getting in the way and I keep getting busy and keep getting really tired and unmotivated to work and I wanna play slime rancher 2 and Pokémon legends Arceus and Splatoon 3 and Sky but I gotta wait until part 2 is done but life keeps getting in the way and I keep getting busy and I k 

They probably wouldn’t tease Freddy about being Gregory’s dad/Freddy adopting him. Since Freddy, being a robot, standing in for a human parental figure doesn’t really.. compute for them.

BUT, they would definitely tease Freddy for being Gregory’s “favorite”. :}

@sighlentknight 

They have not, but they have heard of her. Gregory told them both all about her and what happened when he came to the Pizzaplex that night.

They do not like Vanessa.

@hugsandchaos​ 

@blue0fox Awww! Thank you! I’ve never gotten a compliment on my Gregory before! <:’DD 💗

@milk-post oooo those are good ideas! :0

@hugsandchaos​ I always imagined that Kwazii turned away from his life of pirating by choice. I favor of being a lieutenant on the Octopod and helping sea creatures. As to how he did all that I have no idea--

Also somewhat unrelated but I liked to imagine that Calico Jack was proud of Kwazii for his decision, despite being all about that pirate life. I imagined that he would talk to Kwazii and be like.

“Just look at ya lad. Dedicatin’ yer life to helpin others. Yer really somethin Kwazii. Yer the best of all of us.”  😭

XD Spoiler alert, yes, Emmet will be fine. I’m not THAT cruel XD

#my response #fnaf security breach

[charlie-morningstar666]

(a message for the mod :D)

sorry if i'm bothering you with this ask, mod. it's fine if you don't answer this, so please don't feel pressured to answer this :D. i know that my words can't worth much to anyone on the other side of this screen, but my gosh i'll try to spread the positivity and my appreciation for all RP blogs, so i'll send this in, mod. there could be a better way of doing this, which i have learned is through the art of tagging (yes i'm slowly learning my way through Tumblr because i, myself, am still a huge Tumblr newbie, lol), and i'm too nervous and shy to do something like that haha, so here's a personalized positivity ask in your ask box :D.

i will say that i love how you portray Charlie. it feels uniquely yours with your own tiny spins on her character. interacting have been such a blast and i wish i can interact more but anxiety always gets in the way, lol. it truly spreads a smile on my face whenever you manage to post.

if you manage to get some anon hate, then i do hope that they manage to stop doing that >:(. they are frankly in no position to talk about those things or have any idea what they are talking about because everyone is so cool and nice and welcoming here :D. again, sorry i'm bothering you with this rather man, i didn't expect it to be this long ask.

and that i hope that you have a wonderful day/night/whenever you manage to read this ask. don't feel the need to respond if you don't want to, just wanted to send this positivity ask in :D.

you might be able to tell who this is, but in case you don't, i wouldn't want to expose myself, so i hope you understand this being on anon without anything particularly signifying who i am :D.

luv you and all that you do for this community :D.

you do what you do best so keep on doing it, mod :3.

-spreading positivity anon :D (the anon that only interacts with mods unless the characters are in need to raising their spirit :3)

(yes i see the contradictory notion of me having this sign off, lol, but i'll be around the other RP blogs and try to spread some positivity with the same sign-off as an attempt to fight off the unnecessary hate that seems to be thrown around :D.)

(OH! Thank you so much for this. I’m glad my best Charlie traits gives you much smiling. I haven’t got any hate(yet), but I have seen people being shitty to a few accounts I know so I have to step in and all.

Your comment do not bother me at all and I’m glad someone like you are in this world. I know how it feels to have anxiety in your ways of things, but sometimes you have to take a leap of faith lol. But seriously thank you for this. Once again, you are not bothering me and I accomplished every word in this ask. Thank you once again and I’ll keep on posting whenever I get a new ask or something)

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[hamiltonaf]

Fender Bender | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Hakimi Sister!Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Angst turns into fluff / Mention of an accident / Enemies to Lovers

A/N: Thank you anon for requesting. Got a bit carried away because I’m really sick. Working on other requests so bare with me, hopefully will be posting again soon. Anywho hope you guys enjoy. Ciao .xoxo

(Y/N/N) - Your Nick Name

Another day, another reason to hate Kylian. I swear the days that Achraf has training or a match, it’s actually a nightmare for me to pick him up and drop him off.

I know it sounds ridiculous that I may be over dramatic but gosh I have a lot of patience and tolerance when it comes to me having to hear Kylian pass unnecessary remarks.

I could easily tell Achraf to get himself a driver but at the same time I don’t want to accept ‘defeat’ to Kylian’s 2 cent comments.

A few times he did say things that hurt me but I didn’t let it get to me, instead I said something twice as worse. It works every time.

I can distinctly remember the day he came over to our house and just so happens that evening I was going out for a girls night. I felt confident and content after quite a while since I don’t go out much. I wore a beautiful red dress that was fitting for our night out. All the happiness in me was drained when I saw Kylian’s face as I was leaving.

“Have you seen Achraf ?” I asked him as I went to grab my car keys. “He’s upstairs” he said as he leaned back on the counter. “Okay well I’m in a hurry, please tell him that I’m gone out and I’ll be back later. Just tell him to text me” I said hurriedly. “Okay I will…but are you trying to hide that you’re going on a date ? I’m surprised someone can actually tolerate you” he said with arrogance. “First of all, it’s none of your business and second of all, that’s pretty rich coming from you” I said lastly as I was just about to head out. “You know you don’t have to be a complete ass to be funny” I lastly said with my back still facing towards him before I slammed the door and left.

It’s been about 2 weeks since that happened and we haven’t spoken since then. A bit dramatic…I know. It’s quite obvious to me that he wants to say something stupid every time he sees me but something is holding him back. His need to be stubborn.

I was on my way to pick up Achraf from training, usually I leave early so I have time to park off and watch them train, especially Kylian. Is it bad timing that I think I caught feelings for him… but we’ll just pretend for now that those feelings don’t exist.

Unfortunately I was stuck in the midst of traffic as peak-hour was nearing. It didn’t bother me because I was used to it by now, as long as I have my playlist blasting, then I’m good to go.

Traffic seemed to have subsided when the cars ahead started speeding up, until the car in front of me hit dead brakes. I slammed on the brakes saving myself from causing an accident, but it went downhill when I heard tyres screeching and was hit so hard that I had whiplash. My head hit the dashboard with a hard thud as my car had unfortunately knocked into the one in front of me.

The pain immediately hit my head and I could feel a migraine incoming. Squeezing my eyes shut in hopes that it will miraculously help with the pain, it didn’t. I sat up and rubbed at my forehead before jumping out of the car. The middle aged man came rushing over to me, “Oh my god I’m so so sorry, are you okay ?” He asked worried. “No I’m not okay ! What were you thinking ?” I yelled. “Ma’am you were the one at fault, you suddenly slammed your breaks” he argued. “Excuse me ? What speed were you doing when we’re currently in peak our traffic ?” I yelled again. A middle aged woman joined our conversation, she was the one who got him by me. Thankfully she was siding with me and in a way she helped me cool down since I got hotheaded. I mean can you even blame me if this man ruined my afternoon and now I’m the one who has to endure the pain.

Luckily nothing happened to either of them, since I was sandwiched between both cars then I had to suffer. I ended up getting lost in the time phoning my mum and insurance that it didn’t occur to me that Achraf is done with training. It wasn’t until his name flashed on my screen and I felt like slapping my forehead, but I was already in enough pain.

“Heyy (Y/N/N) ! Where are you ? Normally you’re here quite early” he said. “Hey ! Uhh yeah about that… I met in an accident so I can’t make it” I said as I shut my eyes to erase the image of how upset Achraf is gonna be.

“Say what now ? You met in an accident !” He yelled on the other side. “Don’t stress, I’m okay. I thought mum would’ve called” I held back a laugh. “She did, I have like 5 missed calls from her and like 10 messages but I was more concerned why you weren’t here. Are you sure you’re okay ? I don’t think you are” he said worried. “I’m fine, really” I tried to ease his mind from stressing. “Please send me your location and send me pictures of the accident. I’m coming to you right now with Kylian” he ordered. Damn it. “I’m telling you to chill out because it’s-“ I argued. “Shut up please, gosh why are you so stubborn. Send me your location. Bye” he said lastly as he ended the call. I shook my head as I texted him my location.

I exchanged details with both drivers and we patiently waited till someone came over to fetch us. Of course my brother comes first and he’s here within 5 minutes. “Oh my god” Achraf said in shock as he took a quick glance at the car. “Are you okay ? Look at your forehead ! It’s red and looks like it’s swelling up !” He argued. “And you said you were okay” he mocked. Kylian came up from behind him and looked at me in shock. Do I look that bad ?

“Yes” “No” both of them said at the same time. Damn did I speak out loud ? “Why are we still standing here, we need to go to the hospital !” Achraf said. “But what about the car ?” I pouted. As if on queue, someone arrived to tow my car. Both Kylian and Achraf pulled me by my arms into the car, seating me in between them. “You guys are being so dramatic gosh” I rolled my eyes. “Have you taken a look in the mirror ?” Achraf raised a brow. “Uhm no. Should I ?” I asked concerned. “No no, you rather not” Kylian said from beside me. “It can’t be that bad” I scoffed as I opened my front camera.

My smile dropped and so did my heart when I saw the redness on my forehead as well as the slight swelling. My emotions took over as the tears welled up in my eyes and I burst out crying. “Oh my god I look terrible !” I sobbed. “(Y/N/N) stop crying. You’ll be fine and the swelling will be gone by tomorrow” Achraf said as he rubbed my back. “Don’t cry please” Kylian said as he pulled me in for a hug and rubbed my arm to try to calm me down. It actually helped.

As we reached the hospital, I was taken straight to the ER. I thought I was going alone to see the doctor but no. Kylian decided to join me since Achraf was sorting out the paper work and was keeping our mum updated. After the doctor consulted me, he prescribed me some medication and gave me an ice pack for now to quickly ease the swelling. Once he left the room, it was just Kylian and I. Pure silence - comforting but not awkward.

He walked from across the room to stand in front of me, I had no choice but to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry” he sighed. “For ?” I furrowed my brows. “For saying something so stupid the other day. It was meant to be a joke and I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings” he pouted. “It’s okay. I’m also sorry for snapping at you” I pursed my lips. “Don’t apologise, I deserved it” he half laughed. “Yeah you kinda did” I smiled. “I have to admit…these past 2 weeks have been terrible” he said as he took a seat next to me. “And why’s that ?” I asked. “Because I haven’t been talking to you… I know we play fight a lot but please don’t deny that deep down you feel something too. I missed your voice, I missed your smile, your laugh and especially seeing you angry”

“I hate to admit, but I feel the same way” I smiled. “Wait really ?” He said in shock. I nodded my head in reassurance. “That made my day…I’m sorry for the bad timing to drop this news to you. I swear I’ll make it up to you mon amour” he smiled as he then kissed my forehead. “Ky, my head is already buzzing from this accident. I can’t get butterflies too” I tried to not grin. “It’s okay, I’ll make the butterflies overpower the headache” he said as then peppered kisses all over my face.

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[peterxwade24]

Bugs and Katten

For Maribat March 2021 day 26 prompt Not Soulmates.

This is only over 21 months late, sorry? I dunno man. I just kinda fell out of love with writing. Anyways, I hope you like this 1196 word long fic featuring basically just Marinette and Adrien.

This is just a self-indulgent found family/chosen family fic about Marinette and Adrien being a chaotic sibling duo.

Kattendame is supposedly Dutch for Cat lady.

Okay, I've rambled enough. On with the story.

Marinette and Adrien had been superheroes — vigilantes Marinette’s brain would traitorously supply — for just a few months when a girl in their class, Alya Cesaire, came across them on patrol and her face lit up with glee.

“I didn’t know Paris had superheroes!” Her voice rose with every word, causing Marinette – Kattendame – to flinch away.

Adrien – Monsieur Punaise – clenched his teeth before clearing his throat. “Ma’am we are citizens, just like you. We may don masks and super suits, but that doesn’t make us not people.”

His whole speech seemed to go in one ear and out the other as Alya took a picture of the way they were standing, Monsieur Punaise in front of Kattendame. “Oh my gosh! Are you two together? Are you dating?”

“No.” Monsieur Punaise stared at Alya with disbelief. “Kattendame and I are simply colleagues, like the members of the Justice League” – Monsieur Punaise watched Kattendame flinch at the mention of the Justice League and filed that information away for later – “and nothing more.”

Kattendame nodded her agreement before her eyes flicked over Monsieur Punaise’s shoulder. “There’s an Akuma in the ninth arrondissement. We’ve gotta go.” Kattendame didn’t spare Alya a glance as she lept from rooftop to rooftop.

Monsieur Punaise offered Alya a soft smile and an uttered, “get home safe”, before he followed his partner over the rooftops.

Alya’s face grew into a sneaky grin, “they are so soulmates.”

---

It had been just under two weeks – twelve days, nineteen hours, forty-seven minutes, and a handful of seconds – since Alya had put a post on her blog about how Mr. Bug and Chatte Noir – where Alya had gotten those names Marinette (and Adrien) didn’t know – were soulmates and were secretly dating.The blog post had nearly two million hits, and climbing, and someone had started a comment thread about how obvious the supposed couple was.

Marinette couldn’t believe her eyes, she was sure she and Adrien had kept their relationship professional. She could have sworn that she had kept her distance from Adrien while they were in their suits, unless it was time to fist bump. She kept refreshing the page, hoping it was just a trick of the lighting, but no matter what she did she just kept seeing the same picture of her and Adrien in a compromising position.

Adrien sunk down in the seat next to Marinette, his eyes skimming the blog post before looking over the class. “So, who do you think trusts it explicitly?”

“We know Alya does, for sure, and maybe Rose. Because she loves romance. I’m not sure about anyone else, I haven’t heard anyone else talking about it.” Marinette frowned before switching tabs. The other tab she had pulled up was the live feed of a Wayne Enterprises press conference, Adrien settled against her side and kept a running commentary of wether or not everyone’s outfit was red carpet worthy.

Marinette still couldn’t believe that she and Adrien were going to attend the New York Fashion week with Nathalie and Gabriel. She was hoping that while they were there she’d be able to get in contact with a member of the Justice League, as much as she dislikes the organization she hoped one of them could help them take on Hawkmoth.

Adrien nudged Marinette and pointed to where the class was gathered around Alya. “Do you see how they’re gathered around her like some sort of queen bee?”

Marinette nodded against his arm. “Who do you think believes the rumor the most?”

“Mylène, Rose, Sabrina and Kim seem to be the most into the rumor. Nathaniel seems to be  on the fence about it, almost as if he wishes it isn’t so.” Adrien brushed the hair off of Marinette’s forehead and let out a chuckle. “If only my father could see you now. He would disinvite you from our trip.”

“Gabriel loves me more than he loves you-”

“-ain’t that the truth-”

“-and he would never disinvite me.” Marinette laughed at the face Adrien made. “You know it’s the truth.”

“Just because he’s scared that your mom would break in and steal his precious design book.” Adrien nudged Marinette, “class is about to start back up.”

---

Kattendame and Monsieur Punaise stood side by side in front of Nadja Chamack, smiles across their faces.

“So, tell me, are the rumors about the two of you true? Is what the LadyBlog posting about the two of you being soulmates true?”

Kattendame looked at Monsieur Punaise, the Batman to her Catwoman, before frowning at Nadja. “Monsieur Punaise and I are just friends. He’s like my annoying twin brother, and I love him so much more than any of those rumors are saying.”

“Kattendame is definitely the younger twin of this duo.” Monsieur Punaise smirked before ruffling Kattendame’s hair.

Nadja smiled at the duo and how they acted with one another. “How did you go from your first suits to these?”

Kattendame’s hand went up in the air immediately. “It was my idea! I took the idea from, well, Batman-” here she gestured to Monsieur Punaise’s suit “- and Catwoman.” The ears atop her head seemed to twitch. “However, unlike the inspiration for our suits, we’re strictly friends.”

---

Marinette scrolled through the article Nadja wrote about the heroes of Paris. She smiled at the screen before she nudged Adrien’s leg with her foot. “Hey, hey, listen to this.” She cleared her throat and straightened up. “‘Monsieur Punaise and Kattendame, not Mr. Bug and Chatte Noir like some sources would have you believe, are not soulmates, at least not romantic soulmates. This reporter was given an exclusive interview with the hero duo and can confirm that the duo is the most sibling duo this reporter has ever seen. Their suits are inspired by Gotham city’s masked duo of Batman and Catwoman, however unlike Gotham’s masked duo Paris’ masked duo interacts like most sibling duos we all know in person. While Kattendame is more soft spoken and Monsieur Punaise is definitely the figure head, they both fill every possible role on their team and could use our help. I implor you, my fellow Parisians, to do the best you can to help our heroes take down Hawkmoth.’”

“Wow. She’s on our side. Most adults aren’t on our side.” Adrien hummed before changing the topic. “Are you excited for our trip?”

“Yeah. It’ll be fun.” Marinette smiled at her friend – brother in all but blood – before looking around his room, where they were hanging out that day because they usually tried to avoid her house – and as much as they joke about it Gabriel actually seems to like Marinette – and her father and step-mother. “Hey, we should hang at mine before patrol tomorrow.”

Plagg and Tikki, who were playing foosball, looked up at the suggestion.

“Why?” Adrien asked before looking at the kwamii who had fallen over. “How does the ball always get you? You can fly.”

“I want to make us some new clothes to wear, Papa G and Nathalie too.”

“Please don’t call him Papa G.” Adrien groaned.

“Anyways, you and I are the only ones with changing measurements. I’ll get Papa G and Nathalie’s measurements from Nathalie.”

@maribatmarch-2k21

#maribat march 2021 #maribat march 2k21 #maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #mlb crossover #ml crossover #adrienette siblings #marinette and adrien acting as siblings #gabriel likes marinette #gabriel actually lets marinette visit the agreste home even when he's not home

[lesbianjesuslovesyou]

oh dear god. Dear god. Fuck. Dear lord. Dear lord have mercy.

I have fallen through a fever dream of a rabbit hole and indubitably gotten drunk in your fanfics. Like I don’t say this often. But your fanfics legitimately manage to incorporate ALL of my kinks. And theirs like. So fucking many of them.

Your fics + name swapping sites have been legit the only thing that’s kept me going for like the past week. It’s like a drunk haze except I’m not drunk I’m just insanely horny (I recently started testosterone as I’m transitioning. So yeah. That’s why)

but holy FUCK. You’re like some fucking Angel sent from above. You have spanking overstimulation, degradation AND super dom tops + whiney pathetic bottoms??? It’s just. God. So fucking good. I feel delerious just thinking about it. You’ve made me delirious.

Sorry for that long ass intro. I think I just came here to metaphorically ask/ beg if you take requests or any type of prompts or anything?

Fuck I do love the Cytherea and Gideon fics don’t get me wrong I also love the Harrow and Gideon stuff too. I just like a little non/dub con in my smut fics sometjmes. Brings an extra rough element. And you always have Cytherea give off such perfect ‘Mean Mommy Don’ vibes ifnejdjsjdjd.

something even wacker? I’ve never read a single tomb book. I had no idea what it even was. I still haven’t read it yet. I just know the characters single-handedly from your fics. I typically replace all the names with my current favorite ship which is Toradeen. Aka Toralei x Clawdeen from monster high. With Toralei as the bottom cause girlie ain’t topped a single thing in her life and she not about to start now lol.

but what’s so fun is that you’ve seriously gotten me interested in reading those books. I have a severe backlog of books I need to read. But I’m definitely adding the series to the list just cause of you! So uh? Win for the tomb series?

anyway sorry this was long. I just got excited to see you were on tumblr

sa/lkdsnkkgdjhfallbjsfbdsk vjghfdkbjvnskz Oh my GOSH, you are the sweetest!!! I am SO glad you've enjoyed my fanfiction. Truly, that means the world to me. <3 And you haven't even read the series! It is definitely worth looking into; Gideon the Ninth is legitimately one of the best books I've ever read, and it sparked over 130 fanfictions in less than two years... being able to combine my favorite book series with my favorite BDSM tropes and kinks has genuinely made me so happy. I haven't written this much in my whole life, and it's all thanks to this series with the silly goth nun and butch swordswoman.

I do take requests! Sometimes I post on Twitter (@utilitywhiskers) with a "drop # kinks and we'll see what happens" and try to create a fic with the first ones that pop up in the comments.

I'm not on Tumblr as much as I used to be back in my pre-fandom days (when the interface was still easy! and didn't make my computer lag!), but you're also welcome to shoot me a request in my Askbox here. I tend to only write Locked Tomb fics, but I love exploring new kinks.

And since you made me blush like a schoolgirl with your super sweet message, here's a sneak peek of some future fics that I hope to finish once the fandom-wide Holiday Exchange is over: -Dollification -Human Slave AU -Littlespace/Ageplay -T-Dick Blowjobs -Circus AU -Hypnokink -Freeuse Noncon -Judicial Punishment -Serial Killer AU ...and so, so, so many more <3 Thank you again for the super sweet comment. I am sincerely so happy that my fics have brought you joy (and kept you warm at night!).

#the locked tomb #lesbianjesuslovesyou

[howdoyousleep3]

I look up to you so much and the way you share yourself, and the encouragement you give to everyone… it makes me feel warm and cozy. Something that’s been hurting me for a while is I haven’t been able to write. I used to write a few thousand words a week but I haven’t written even a paragraph the last three years. It’s been long enough that whenever I open my laptop to write I’m struck with this overwhelming anxiety that clouds any inspiration I’ve been able to grab.

Do you have any advice for how to get myself out of my head and write again? Or just words of encouragement? It feels like part of me has died.

🥺 Oh, my love! It makes me so happy to hear that I make you feel warm and cozy. That's such a lovely compliment, thank you. 💕

This is something that I've been struggling with too and have only started to come out of since October really. If writing means as much to you as it does to me, I'm so sorry you're going through this. It's such an awful feeling to not be able to do what you once did and loved. I couldn't write anything while I was pregnant and since the girls were born it's been such a challenge to come back to it, so I understand what you're going through.

Advice might be a struggle since it feels like I'm still going through it and almost out of the dry spell, but something that has been so helpful to me is having that support system surrounding you. For me it's this place and my fandom friends. I can't count the number of times @maddiewritesstucky, @slothspaghettiwrites, @christywantspizza, @shadowobsidian, @vilkasdaina, @babyyhoneyydarling, @baseballbatbucky, @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore, and countless others have reminded me that this is only temporary, that I am capable, and that even the smallest bits of writing count for something. I don't know where I would be without them.

Something else that helped me write and get excited again was all the little things that come with writing: playlists, moodboards, pinterest boards, asks, hype posts, headcannons. Those things can convey the same feelings that writing does even when it's hard for me to put words down on paper. It still makes me feel like I'm contributing to my own work.

Sometimes I actually write things down in a journal or just throw three sentences down into a doc. That can help too. Anything that makes me feel like I'm being creatively productive.

I also did some fandom exploring and tried out different types of writing styles to try new things and that was really beneficial.

And reading has been a huge help to me. I've been reading like crazy. I read every day. Something that keeps my brain connected to writing, even when it isn't my own, has kept this part of me alive.

This part of you has not died, no no. This part of you continues to need to be shown grace and patience as it emerges again. I know some days it feels like "oh my gosh, there it is, there's that feeling", and then when you go to write, little to nothing happens, and that can be so frustrating. But finding other ways to help this side of you come out to play until it's ready will surely be beneficial.

You'll find something so worthy of throwing yourself into soon and you'll be so excited to be creative once again and I'm so excited for that to happen for you. Writing and creativity takes so much time and energy. You'll get there, babe. ❤️

#askK #writing tips #you are most definitely not alone #ily

[morimyulyrics]

oh damn, i just spotted the post about why the audios aren’t here anymore… i don’t think you were reported.

we’ve been having the same issue with m*rv cracking down on other 2.5d fandoms (tenimyu specifically was hit very hard recently); i think they’ve just done a full sweep of the site 😔

i thank you for all the hard work you’re doing for the fandom, and i wish you all the best going forward ^^

Helloooooooo. Oh my gosh I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get back to you. Thank you so much for notifying me about this!! It somehow alleviates the pressure.....I really thought I was on m*rv’s radar or whatever. fghfhg

Thank you also for your super kind words. I haven’t been active at all lately, but I hope to catch up on lyrics translations once Op4/5 is out!! (And also, my ask is always open for any requests!!)

Have a lovely rest of your year!!!

-Miso