#also I just noticed that I don't draw his curl anymore

[ln444]

truly madly deeply

cw: fluff, very slight angst, comfort (reader comforting lando), you and lando are fucking in love:'(((

now playing: truly madly deeply by 1d

notes: i love requests inspired by songs pls request more of it🥺 wrote this in 30 minutes at 3am so its a bit short sry:(

requested by anon

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these past few weeks have been incredibly tough on lando, both mentally and physically. you've undoubtedly noticed and have been doing your best to support him while giving him the space he needs. lando may struggle to express his feelings in words, but he's been showing his gratitude in other ways – with small gestures and plenty of physical affection. you've been following his f1 journey closely, never missing a grand prix, and making sure you're by his side through it all. lando has never felt more loved and supported. his favorite moments are those when he can finally rest and spend time with you after a grueling race.

qualifying is tomorrow, and lando seems even more nervous than usual. you know him inside out, recognizing his little habits when he's stressed; without him saying a word, you understand the thoughts racing through his mind. the night has fallen, heightening lando's anxiety as the race draws near. he's been more affectionate than usual today, seeking comfort in your hugs and asking for extra kisses. while you love this closeness, it also concerns you. you're well aware of how hard lando can be on himself, and the thought of what he might be going through tugs at your heart.

you join him on the bed, facing him, the stars casting a soft glow on his tired face, making his eyes sparkle even more when they meet yours. "hey, pretty boy," you whisper gently, your hand tenderly cupping his cheek and stroking it. butterflies flutter in his stomach, and his body relaxes a bit. "hey, love" he whispers back, planting a sweet kiss on the palm of your hand, eliciting a smile from you.

"how are you feeling?" you ask softly, your fingers gently playing with his curls – something you know he adores. with a sigh, lando closes his eyes for a moment before locking onto yours again. he finds immense comfort in your gaze, with the rest of the world fading away each time he gets lost in your eyes.

"i don't know... i'm not feeling great about tomorrow," he admits with a hint of worry in his voice. your heart aches just hearing his concerns. you move closer, your gaze softening, and lando's heartbeat quickens. how can you have such a profound effect on him with just your eyes? it drives him crazy.

"why, baby? you don't have to worry. you're lando norris, after all!" you playfully roll your eyes, and a smile tugs at lando's lips. he takes your hand and interlaces his fingers with yours, and you reciprocate with a warm smile.

"no, but seriously, what's bothering you?" you softly toy with his fingers while giving him your full attention.

"i mean, it's more of a mclaren problem than a 'me' problem," he hesitates for a moment, and you gently caress the back of his hand, encouraging him to open up.

"i don't think i belong there anymore. i don't think i can show my true potential with them." his voice is calmer now, and a sense of relief is evident.

you hum softly, and he finds the courage to continue, still focused on your hands playing together. "should i quit? but what if no one else wants me?" panic creeps into his voice, and you immediately grip his hand firmly, bringing your free hand to his cheek.

"hey, you're one of the best drivers out there. there'll always be a team that wants you. believe me, there'll always be a place for you in f1. you've worked so hard to get here, and you truly deserve it," you reassure lando. he gets lost in your eyes, feeling the depth of your love and honesty. his heart feels like it could burst at any moment.

"but i want to be the best," he pouts, and you chuckle softly, giving him a quick peck on the lips, making him smile. "you're already the best for me," you say with a gentle smile, causing lando's heart and cheeks to warm. he groans playfully, slightly embarrassed by his blushing cheeks, and your smile widens. "you're so cute; i don't think my heart can take it," you playfully whimper, cupping his face and squeezing his cheeks. lando bites his lip to suppress a smile, and the sparks in his eyes intensify. you place multiple kisses on his lips, and lando can't help but chuckle. he puts his hands on yours to pause the kisses and says, "just give me a real kiss already, please," another pout forming on his lips. your smile grows bigger, and you oblige, giving him a gentle kiss.

lando pulls back to look at you, and the warm smile on his face melts your heart. "thank you," he says softly, caressing your hands. you don't really know why he's thanking you to be honest; for the kiss or for the honest words. "you don't have to thank me," you say, placing a quick peck on his lips. "i'll always be here for you, no matter what," another peck, "and i'll always be proud of you," another one, "no matter what, my pretty boy."

lando's heart has never felt this warm. in fact, his entire body feels warm right now, overwhelmed by the love he's receiving. "god, what did i do to deserve you?" he asks with a sweet and calm voice, clearly feeling better. "i'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you."

"i know you did not just quote a one direction song," you both laugh, and lando groans, hiding his face behind your hands, feeling a bit embarrassed. "it's cute," you move your hands to look at him. "i'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you too," you say with a hint of teasing in your voice, but you absolutely mean it. a big smile forms on lando's face, and you run your hands through his hair to pull him into a tender kiss.

lando's heart feels lighter, your sweet words and touch washing away all the negative thoughts for the night. if you have to repeat every single word you said to him tomorrow and the day after – every day, you will do it, again and again. lando knows it, and he has never felt so thankful.

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[sukuslutx]

Just the two of us. — R. Sukuna

— for just how long could you keep up the tough act?

Feat. true form!Sukuna, fem!reader

CW: minor death (of an npc), blood, rough sex turned soft kinda, you are also a jujutsu sorcer with a cursed technique, breeding,he has two dicks, hair pulling, Sukuna being a tease, angst if you squint – also kinda not proofread

wc ~ 4.9k

Note: My biggest red flag gotta be thinking I could personally be such a bitch to him and still get away with it.

''Sukuna-sama called for you'', you hear the maid say in a lowly tone, barely audible against the backdrop of your contemplative gaze out the window into the lush gardens below. The day held promise in its sun-kissed embrace, yet a subtle disquiet lingered in the air. You grinned at your own reflection in the mirror, pausing your makeup adjustments, acknowledging the maid with a simple nod before she retreated.

You got off the chair and made your way there, a soft melody dancing from your lips as you traversed the halls to Sukuna's chambers. Irritatation and annoyance both suddenly washing over you as you heard the loud sounds coming from inside the room. You supressed a sigh and instead giggled to yourself as you opened the door and entered.

''Sukuna-sama, feels so good'', the woman on his lap babbling, fucked out of her mind already as she was mindlessly bouncing on him. You noticed that he didnt actually give a single care about the woman in front of him when his eyes met yours. He knew you were watching, flashing you an annoying grin. The next thing he felt was blood splashing on his face. The woman's head exploding right in front of him.

''So fucking loud, such a bother'', you said as you approached him. Whatever was left of the body falling backwards and off his lap, you kick it to the side out the way as you stood in front of him.

''Why must you make me do this shit'', your tone annoyed as you pressed your hands onto his chest.

''It's quite entertaining dont you think'', he looks down at you, one pair of his hands coming to grab your hips. You leaned in closer, your lips curling into a smirk as you met Sukuna's gaze with a mixture of amusement and defiance. "Entertaining, perhaps'', your lips brushed over his but just as they were about to connect completely you move your head back, „but I tire of cleaning up after your messes," you retorted, your voice dripping with disdain.

Sukuna chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulled you closer. "Oh, but my dear, you will always do anything for me, would you not?" he remarked, his tone laced with mockery.

You gritted your teeth, suppressing the urge to lash out at him. Instead, you forced a smirk and pushed against his chest, breaking free from his grasp. "I excel at many things, Sukuna," you countered, your voice ice-cold, "but indulging your whims may not be one of them anymore."

Sukuna's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something else, something darker and more primal. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and husky as he took a step closer to you, his presence overwhelming.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Despite your best efforts to resist, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine, igniting a fire deep within you that threatened to consume you whole. It was always like this with him. You hate that he was right, you would do anything for him, hell you would bend over backwards if he demanded without a second thought, but he was the same.

''I still don't get why you need these lowly women, when you know that no one can satisfy you like I do'', you spoke back at him, your voice laced with an icy edge as you came closer to him again pushing him back onto his chair. ''Perhaps so, but it makes the sex better overall when I get you worked up'', he chuckles.

''Stop talking'', you tell him as you move down to your knees in between his spread legs. Two of his dicks towering in front of you as you licked your lips deliciously. Amusement danced in his eyes as you brazenly mirrored his demeanor, your defiance is always such a delightful spectacle. None dared to challenge him, yet you, with your unwavering spirit still did, unafraid of the consequences that might follow. You weren't scared of death, to be honest dying by his hands would probably be the best way to go out, you thought.

You flashed him a smirk as you took one of his dicks in your mouth while lazily stroking the other. ''I'll ruin you'', was all he said as he suddenly jolted feeling your teeth grazing his dick. He quickly yanked you by the hair and up to meet his face. Yet, rather than recoil from his grasp, you met his gaze head-on, a defiant smirk playing upon your lips."Don't threaten me with a good time, big guy," you quipped, your voice laced with lust, daring to challenge the formidable force that held you in his grasp.

Sex between the two of you was never romantic, never soft nor gentle. For that you needed a pure kind of love, and that was something neither of you had. In the tumultuous dance between you and him, love in its conventional form was an elusive phantom. Instead, what bound you together was a volatile concoction of desire and obsession, a toxic essence that ignited flames of passion even as it left scars upon your soul.

''You still got that fitlhy mouth on you little minx, one day ill manage to fuck that behaviour out of you'', he dragged you by the hair and threw you onto the bed. You squirmed up to him quickly ''but you love it, do you not?''.

He just scoffed back in response. ''Thought so'', you pushed him to lay down as you crawled up his chest, tracing it with your tongue. Your hands tracing his inked skin. Gosh you knew and memorized every inch of him. You positioned yourself to sit on his face, untangling the garments you've been covered with. No underwear underneath, after all it was the most convenient. You lowered your soaking wet pussy onto his face. A barely audiable sound escaped your lips, you can't believe that what got you this wet was killing that woman right in front of Sukuna. You suddenly get pulled from your short train of thoughts as you felt Sukuna's mouth attach to your folds in an instant. He inhaled your scent, fuck he could never get tired of it, the way you taste, that was his opium. Two of his hands snaking around your thighs pulling you down onto him, while the other two moved up your body to your breast as he gave them a squeeze. He started his assault onto your aching core, just with his tongue. He knew all of your weak spots so he didn't need much more. You began grinding on his mouth, soft moans already escaping your lips. You could be loud but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction this soon. He was so good at this, after all you did it so many times, how could he not be. The sensation of his tongue inside you was just otherworldly.

His lips lapped on your folds, his tongue proding into your hole, he moved one of his hand up to your lips waiting for you to take a hint and take his fingers in your mouth. You slightly opened your mouth to let him enter, tongue already lapping onto his fingers, coating them with your spit. „Good girl“, he mummbles, almost inaudiable from the squelching noises of your pussy. He moved his hand lower snaking it behind you and to your other hole. You let out a hiss as you felt his fingers proding inside. He started to bully them inside of you, his tongue still assaulting your pussy. Stimulated from both ends you started to feel dizzy. One of the hands that was on your hips now moving down to your clit, he pressed on it and started circling his thumb over it, just enough to drive you crazy. He looked up at you, scanning your features, he took a mental note of your expression, this would truly fuel his ego more than it already has. He was a damn tease though. It could go two ways with him, he will either overstimulate you, giving you one orgasm after another to the point your fingers turn pale white from clenching on anything that you could grab or he would edge you but not giving you the release you needed or until you reached an orgasm so pathetic that only left you needing more. Unfortunately for you, today he felt more like doing the latter. So, just as you were about to reach the point of ecstasy, that faimiliar knot forming in your stomach, hands tangling and gripping his hair, eyes turning back, suddenly it all stopped as he forcefully moved you off of his face.

„I cant believe you got this wet from what? Killing that woman?, you might be sicker than me“, he chuckled, his gaze directed towards you. You were already annoyed, he edged you. Not even giving you that sweet release. Fucking prick you thought.

„Why are you pouting all of a sudden? Wanted to cum?, oh my poor baby“, he laughed, „Ya know how many times I told you if you want something take it for yourself. Now, ride me“

He moved up to the headrest leaning onto it, you crawled up to him once again.

„Just shut up and stay still“, you climbed over his lap your pussy that was just moments ago cleanching over air now is just above his dicks. You never really did foreplay much, nor did he bother. You could take the pain, you relinquished in it. He loved that about you though, you could take anything he gives you with a shit eating grin on your face.

Your hand slipped behind you, coming into contact with his dicks as you positioned them to be at each of your holes. „Fuck, are you just going to push them in like that?“, Sukuna grunted one of his hands grabbing your neck, squeezing it just enough to excite you. You hissed from the stretch and you could only feel the tips of his dicks. ''Ngh- shit.'', you bit down hard on your bottom lip.

''Ho-, does it hurt?'', he cuckled squeezing your throat just a little bit tighter. You looked directly into his eyes with a cold gaze. If he were anyone else you might've made him shiver. „Fuck you“, you spat at him as you bottomed out completely onto his dicks. Fuck, it hurt like a bitch, it was taking everything in you to surpress a loud scream that was threatening to escape your sweet lips. You still manage to amaze him, even after all of these years you still had it in you to do so.

On your end, your thoughts were all over the place, fuck, you did this so many times why was your body feeling strange. You had to agree with the bastard, you were a sick fuck just like him. Both of your holes felt like they were being torn in half, yet riding him just now didn't feel bad at all. Why were you so aroused over a fucked up situation. It's all cus of him, you thought. He brought the worst in you, but was it really that bad when you yourself enjoyed it to the last bit. „Ha- you fucking bastard“, you looked at him nothing but a grin on his face as he was analysing your features. „What the fuck are you grinning at?“, you looked down at his prominent chest your hands moving up his torso. „Wish you could see yourself right now“, his lips smirking while anger bubbles up within you.

„Why you-„ you suddenly got cut off, your breath stuck in your throat as he thrusted himself up forcefully into you, the stretch even more prominent. By reflex you tried to push him down and squirm on his lap, and he does halt his movements seemingly complying, but only to thurst up once again a bit more forcefully. This time you were falling forward onto his muscular chest. Your mouth fell open as you felt the tips of his dicks hitting so deep in both your holes, and Sukuna already reveled in the way you completely started to fall apart on his dicks. You pushed yourself back up, face contorting with pleasure.

„When will your little brain understand,..“, Sukuna spoke as he placed two of his hands on your waist gripping it harshly as he moved you up his dicks, „that you can't ever win“, he grinned so annoyingly while looking at you as he forcefully pulled you down bottoming out once again, filling both your holes just perfectly, „against me“. You screamed out, not being able to hold yourself back any longer. „Ahh- FUCK.“, your back arched deliciously in his hold, both your holes twitching as you felt almost as if you were losing control over your body for a moment there. The sweet pain turning into pleasure real quick. You had to turn this around, you couldn't just let him have his fun nor overpower you just yet. You will let him have his fun later, you thought, but for now you'll try to be equal on this battlefield. Your next action wasn't calculated, it just crossed your mind as you saw his prominent chest. His nipples were always sensitive, that was something no one knew but you. After all, you were the only one who was actually allowed to put your hands on him. Due to his strong grip on your hips and your legs already starting to get weak, you couldnt get out of his hold, so instead, you traced his chest with your hands as you reached up to one of his nipples and pinched it- hard. He instantly hissed, his movements stuttering a bit already, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation he felt. „Ho-?“, you murmered, flashing him a smirk, as you pinched it harder.

„Don't test me“, he grunted, almost completely halting now all of his movements.

„Oh- I think I just might“, you giggled as you leaned forwards onto him, latching your mouth on one his nipples in an instant, still continuing your assault on the other, rolling it between your fingers. You could hear him groan loudly but he wasn't doing anything to stop your actions. „Hah- whats wrong Sukuna-sama, getting weak on me now?“ Another hiss coming out of his lips as he felt you bite down on his nipple. He won't admit he was enjoying this, and you knew that your fun will soon be over and just then one of his arms reached up, tangled into your hair and yanked you off of him. „Did you have your fun“, his face just inches away from yours.

„Hmm-“, before you even got to answer you were already pulled off of him and thrown back onto the bed. „I suppose it's my turn then“, the look in his eyes was a wild one, anyone else in your place would be shuddering in fear from it, but not you. The endless possibilities of what he might do next excited you beyond comprehension. You didn't even have the time to react before he was already towering over you. One of his arms cupping both of yours and pinning them above your head; the third one coming into contact with your neck squeezing it just right, while the other two grabbed both of your legs pushing your knees up to your chest as he had you fully pinned down to the matress like that. You tried to squirm unsuccessfully, you hated how your aching core got even wetter from the way he could just so easily restrain you. Actually, who were you kidding, you loved a man that could challenge you, and even manage to dominate you. You were turned on by the helplessnes you felt under him. He brought his face closer to you so you decided to use up the opportunity, and with some strenght you have left pushing your head up until your lips met his. He grinned into the kiss as he instantly gave in. Your lips clashing and fighting for dominance over one another, tongues dancing with each other. As you were about to detach your lips from his you bit down on his bottom lip hard, drawing blood. You instantly licked it up, the metallic taste clouding your mind, „Fuck me, hard“ you murmered over his lips as your head fell back onto the matress again. A grin so wide decorating his face. He didn't need to say anything, his facial expression was telling you everything you needed to know. There was a spark in his eyes that was about to ignite any second now, both of his dicks aching more than they have been. In a single thurst he bottomed out, both your holes felt full again. A soft gasp and a pityful moan leaving your lips as he started pounding into you, there was no holding back any longer. The perverted sounds of skin on skin contact grew louder and louder as both your holes were drooling from the delicious stretch of his thick size and lenght. The hand around your throat squeezing it a little tighter than before, restricting your oxygen. You started to feel dizzy from the feeling, yet you still grinned, you must be out of your mind. The sensation was one that seemed eternally foreign, a sensation you believed you could never grow accustomed to.

He looked so beautiful towering over you, his visage that others might find monstrous and repulsive held an inexplicable allure for you. As your eyes met his, a spark ignited within you, a spark that seemed to dance in the depths of your soul. But why were these thoughts invading your mind? You shook your head abruptly, as if to disperse the unwelcome intruders, desperately attempting to push away any notion that threatened to breach the fragile barrier you had built around your heart. Did you truly need to remind yourself once more of the nature of the connection between the two of you? You prayed fervently that he hadn't caught wind of any of this.

„Ah, whats that look in your eyes sweetheart, if i didn't know you, I would think you are in love or something“, he chuckled, thrusting into you.

„Fucking bastard-„, you just groaned, already annoyed over such a statement.

„Now, now-„ he grinned, as he began to pick up the pace of his movements. The hands that were holding your legs, pressing your knees to your chest, tightening their grip as his hips rammed into you harder and harder. You hissed, the sensation starting to be painful. His hips strained as he kept forcing himself in and out of you. The intensity of his thrusts making you jolt in the bed. You felt his grip on your hands starting to loosen until he let them completely free. Taking the opportunity you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer down. You started biting along his jawline moving down to his neck, leaving visible marks on purpose. You knew he wouldn't heal them, you wanted them to be as visible as possible. You were reaching your high again, and you can feel he was too, so you squeezed around him just perfectly, tipping both of you over the edge. With a loud groan he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls white. He could see that familiar white circle forming around his dicks from your own juices. You knew this was far from over but you took the liberty to try and calm down, both of your holes sensitive. It was short lived.

„On all fours for me“, he wasn't asking, it was a demand but fuck if you were ever the obedient one.

„No“, you responded with a scoff, you were always the one to test his limits. You felt him pull out of you as he grabbed your hips tightly. His nails leaving creasent moon patterns where they bruised your delicate skin. He pulled you towards the end of the bed and flipped you around onto your stomach, your ass up.

Sukuna pulled your folds apart with one hand and same for the other hole, as he admired the view of your arousal and his cum dripping out and down to your thighs. The thoughts of brutalizing your already sensitive holes and emptying himself over and over again inside of you clouded his mind, both of his dicks impossibly hard again.

„Well, remember you fucking asked for this“, your eyes went wide as Sukuna harshly thrusted into you once again, but this time picking up the pace instantly as his hips slammed into you. You grabbed the sheets of the bed and squeezed them as some makeshift support. As he relentlesly pummeled into your holes, you were succumbed with pleasure once again, he felt insanely bigger from this angle, the feeling beginning to turn your brain into mush. Each of his thrusts calculated, he knew how to make you go insane, and as he kept going you were slowly losing touch with reality, mumbling things as you lost control of what you were saying. The feeling so heavenly, as your approached another orgasm.

''Suku-, ah... feeels so good-„ you moaned, your soft voice was like music to his ears, as they perked up. He wanted to hear more. „Hm? What was that-, mind repeating it for me?“, you might not see him but you knew he was grinning down at you. The thought of his smug face right now made you want to turn around and smash his beautiful face in.

„Fuck you“, you bit back as you tried your best to get ahold of yourself despite the pleasure he was giving you. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of being in control any longer but the feeling was so infatuating. In an instant you jolted, as you felt a harsh smack on your ass, leaving a red handprint that will most likely bruise. You hissed from the sting, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on even more than you already were. If it were even possible the smirk on Sukuna's face got wider as he continued to fuck you; your ass just perfectly bouncing off of him, taking him so well like you always did. He wanted you at his mercy, he loved that you never gave in so quickly without a fight, it was like a tugawar between the two of you, but nevertheless he knew that he could always make you crumble. You made him too, on several occassions, but right now he wanted the satisfaction of you begging for him, for his cocks, calling his name over and over again like some prayer.

He decided to pull out suddenly, your body falling flat on the matress. You instantly turned around, letting out a whine. The feeling of emptiness and lack of stimulation bubbling up within you. „You did it again, you prick“, your voice full of irritation as you glared at him.

„If you want to cum, I'll need you to beg for it“, he retorted, grinning back at you.

„Like hell I will“, you bit back, frustrated about the situation once again.

„Well, we'll see about that“, he taunted. The next thing you know, he rested once again back leaning on the bedrest as he picked your sensitive body and positioned you onto his lap. However, he was holding you just above his aching dicks. Both your holes barely grazing the tips. Your hands were on his shoulder while he held you up with two of his. You squirmed around, wanting to just feel full again, but his tight grip on your hips never let you do so.

„Beg.“

„No.“, you responded, trying once again to squirm in his hold but failing miserably. He latched his lips onto your neck, kissing, biting and sucking, harshly as always. He wanted to leave as many marks as possible. His bites drawing blood that he licked right up. You were biting down on your lip, containing any sound that might slip but the soft moans he oh so loved still found their way out. One of his hands traced down your body until it reached your sensitive clit. His lips attaching to yours as he started teasingly circling over your bundle of nerves. He wanted to make you crumble in his hold. You moaned into the kiss, hands tangling into his hair. This feeling was different. It almost seemed like one between true lovers. You blinked the thought away as you dettached yourself from this lips, catching your breath before connecting them again. The teasing sensation of his fingers over your clit wasn't enough anymore. You needed more, you needed him. All different emotions washed over you and before you knew it you were already crumbling slowly.

„Please-„ it came out breathy.

„Please what?“, he looked into your eyes. Sukuna immersed himself in the current moment, a storm of conflicting emotions roiled within him as he heard your voice as soft as that. Were you ever before like that, he doesn't recall but it was different.

„Please, I need you-„ you spoke softly again, burrying your face into his shoulder. He just hummed, tightening the grip on your hips as he dragged you down onto his lenght completely. You let out a shrill scream from the sudden stretch again, but quickly composed yourself as it turned into breathy moans and pleads for more and more. You could feel the coil in your stomach form again as the pleasure he was givng you was everything you needed and more. You squeezed around him, wanting to make him feel good like he did for you. His hands were roaming over your body and lips tracing from your jaw to your neck so possessively. You loved the sounds that he would make when he was being satisfied.

On his part with each possessive touch and primal growl that escaped his lips, he reveled in the raw intensity of your connection at the moment. His actions that were always fueled by a hunger that bordered on obsession, yet, beneath the veneer of dominance and control, there simmered a quiet unease—a gnawing realization of the transient nature of this connection you both shared.

He picked up his pace, his hips slamming up into you from below as his lips never left yours. Drinking up every sound he got out of you. He looked at you closely, analysing your features. Your eyes were closed so you didn't notice him staring.

You were a mere mortal, he thought, a fragile wisp of mortality destined to fade into oblivion like countless others before you. And though the thought should have brought satisfaction, a perverse sense of power, instead it left him with a hollow ache. He surely wouldn't miss you though, right? Someone else will come and replace you.

His fingers traced over your sensitive bud once again, as his pace never once faltered. You were so close to your high, your moans were getting louder, as the sensation grew more and more pleasurable, he could feel you tighten even more around him.

„Cum for me“, he spoke in between the kisses he was tracing down your neck and that was all you needed to get tipped over the edge and completely crumble around him. He soon followed, painting your walls white and as he claimed you with a ferocity born of desperation, he pushed aside these fleeting moments of tenderness that threatened to break through the facade of indifference. He was not one for softness, for gentle caresses and whispered endearments. No, he was a creature of darkness and dominance.

And yet, amid the brutality of your coupling as it was from the very beginning, there still lingered a silent acknowledgment—a begrudging respect for the mortal who dared to challenge him, to stand toe-to-toe with him and demand satisfaction.

Sukuna found himself surrendering to the moment, reveling in the raw power of your connection even as he braced himself for the inevitable moment when you would slip away, leaving behind nothing but a fading memory. So after satisfying the hunger that had drawn you together, you rose from the tangled sheets, retrieving your discarded robe from the floor. Sukuna watched you with an intensity that made your skin tingle, his gaze lingering on your retreating form as you moved to leave..

"Where are you going?" his voice, low and commanding broke the silence, ''you won't sleep here?''.

You bit down on your bottom lip, torn between the desire to stay and the need to protect yourself from the inevitable heartache that would surely follow. "You know we don't do that," you murmured softly, the words heavy with unspoken longing.

''Right..'' he spoke back. Even though you held yourself good he noticed the shift within you but he decided not to bring it up.

''Goodnight Sukuna...'', you whispered.

He just hummed in response as you turned your back to him and closed the door behind you. As you slipped away into the predawn silence, you couldn't help but wonder if he could hear the words you couldn't bring yourself to say. You could keep up the tough act for a while more... couldnt you?

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[lotomber]

FERVOR!

Pairing: Kitsune! Dazai x Wifey! Reader

Synopsis: One day your husband came to you and he was acting weird? But he was just in heat!

Warning: Nsfw, rough sex, piv, biting, hair pulling, scratches, hickeys, blood, breeding kink, mating press, creampie, mdni

It was just like any normal evening you were making dinner in the kitchen when suddenly dazai came and hugged you tightly from behind.

"Samu let me go, I'm making dinner." You were used to the playful quirks of Dazai so just tried to shrug him off at first. But when he wasn't letting you go, you noticed something was weird. As you turned around to see. He was breathing heavily, his ears were perked up, his hand felt hot, his pupils were constricted and there was red gleam in his eyes as if he was a predator looking at his prey. You suddenly remembered when once Dazai told you how kitsune go through heat. Is Dazai in heat? you thought to yourself.

"Samu Wha-" before you could even finish he just pulled you in and pressed his lips on yours.

"Shh Don't say anything, I need you so bad darling" His voice came out as a needy whine.

Usually he tends to take his time with you but today he just seemed too desperate as he kissed you aggressively. he held you by one arm on your waist and another on your nape to keep you still. Your breathe quickens as his tongue caresses yours until it was almost unbearably hot. He pulled away for a few seconds to catch breathe only to pull you into a more deeper kiss. You let out a low moan in his mouth as you felt his hands crawling underneath your clothes.

He picks you up, squeezing your ass as his tongue continues to explore your mouth while he moved to the bedroom. He gently throws you on the bed before pulling over your t-shirt and skirt leaving you in your undergarments. you feel his weight on you as he leans over to kiss your neck. he continues to nibble and bite moving down your collar bone until he reaches the valley in between your breasts you hiss as he bites a bit too hard hard leaving a dark purple hickey while unclasping your bra and throwing it aside. your breathe hitches as he moves his mouth on one of your nipple while kneading the other.

"F-fuck you're so soft and warm darling just f'me" His fingers moves on your clothed cunt grazing your clit, sliding your panties a bit and without warning he slips two of his fingers in your cunt. you let out a low moan as he curls his fingers at the right spot that makes you see the stars.

"S-shit I can't take it anymore!" he strips his yukata and free his hardened cock, tip leaking precum. he pulls the waistband of your panties down as he raises your leg a bit to remove and throw your panties aside.

He whines as he looks down at you panting, all exposed for him, bite marks, hickeys that adore your body and your glistening cunt begging for him to fill you up, this sight alone is enough to drive him crazy.

He folds you in half pressing your knees on your chest as he aligns his length. rubbing his tip on your folds collecting your slick and his pre cum at your entrance before pushing his cock all at once.

"Fu-fuck you're so tight" he groans as he bottoms out only to push it deeper. You groan as he starts thrusting roughly without giving you time to adjust. you clutch your arms on his back trying to gain some stability as your nails dig deep in his skin scratching his back leaving dark red marks. But it doesn't bother him instead he leans down to kiss you. He bites your lower lip with his sharp canine drawing out a few drops of blood as he licks and sucks it.

"Ahh s-samu sl-slow down" but your words fell deaf in his ears as he was lost in a trance. you felt a knot tightening in your abdomen as your pussy spasms and clenches around him.

"Samu I'm cl- before you could even finish you came all over his cock while he keeps his pace guiding through your orgasm and after a few long strokes he also comes filling you up with his hot seed. he keeps pumping as to not let it spill out of your pussy but some of it still seeps out.

When male kitsune go through heat they feel the overwhelming urge to impregnate their partner so of course he had to make sure you take him well.

Without even letting you get the chance to catch your breathe he flips you over on your tummy and pushes your back into a curve with one arm while he spreads your leg with the other before he starts ramming in you again.

"Tch you take me so well darling don't you? Like you were made f'me." You squirm and try to muffle your voice in the mattress under him as the new angle hit all the spongy spots in your walls.

"Nah~ this won't do darling you gotta let me hear your pretty voice while I fill you up." He pulls a strandful of your hair from back to raise your head. Your eyes roll back from the continuous pleasure as the second high washes over you. Soon you feel his cock twitching and with a one particular deep thrust he shoots thick ropes of cum into your pussy again as his moments halt he falls on your back.

He peppers some kisses on your nape while his tail caresses your legs as to help you down from your high. As soons as you regain your breathe you feel dazai's hips moving again.

"Darling I don't think you'll be able to make dinner tonight~"

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[heeliopheelia]

"you know i'm always there for you, right?" (jay x reader)

genre: comfort fic word count: 0.6k requested by @i-am-confused-about-life ♡

a/n: i'm so down bad for him it's not even funny anymore... also, i hope you guys don't mind another comfort fic bcs i still have one more in the storage!!

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At the verge of tears, you shut the door behind you and toe off your shoes. The moment that your gaze lands on your boyfriend who's way too absorbed in some tv show to notice you coming back from work, you let out a relieved sigh. That's enough to break his focus and he turs his head towards your silhouette entering the living room.

"Oh, hey, honey," he greets you, his attention now entirely directed at your pitiful pout. "I haven't heard you come in."

Instead of replying, you drop down on his lap, body instantly curling into his familiar frame, seeking for comfort. Without any questions needed, Jay wraps his arms around you and envelops you with his body warmth. The tears that have been constantly pushing at the back of your eyes for the most of the day finally make their way out, immediately making you feel lighter even with the salty streams running down your cheeks. You close your eyes with a sigh and nuzzle your face into his neck.

The broken sound of your sobs unintentionally breaks Jay's heart in two and he tightens his hold on you. With his hand on the back of your head, he presses your face into his chest until your almost unable to breathe, and yet the gesture brings you all the comfort that you need.

"Do you need anything, princess?" Jay asks quietly when your breathing eventually evens out, rubbing his hands on your back gently.

You shake your head. "No, just you."

Jay hums, leaving a kiss on the side of your head.

"You know I'm always there for you, right? You don't have to talk about it, I just want you to know that."

You nod your head, sniffling as you tighten your arms around his neck. For the entire day you couldn't wait to see him, knowing he's going to understand you like no one else. He's never pushy with asking for any explanations or reasons for your occasional mood drops and yet knows the best way to bring comfort to your heart. Within couple minutes he can shush out all of the anxiety or sadness you've been stuck with for hours, which is just why you love coming back home to his warm arms so much.

You pull away slightly, not too far away, only to look at him with a wobbly smile. Jay's heart squeezes tightly as he notices how your usually so bright eyes now twinkle with sadness, so he lowers his head and brushes his nose against yours gently, using his thumb to wipe the tears away from your cheeks. You close your eyes almost instantly, leaning into his warm hand and letting him caress your skin before he leans in and closes the gap between your lips.

"I love you," you whisper in between the kisses, slightly lightheaded yet never wanting to part with him.

Jay draws out a long kiss on your lips, letting it be slow and deep and just enough to try his best at pouring all of his affection and care on you. And he succeeds at it as you clench your eyes tighter, allowing all of his raw love for you soak you to the bones. You bask in it, all of your walls crumbling down as a pair of his plush lips meets the tip of your nose with a butterfly touch.

"I love you too, angel. So much it's pathetic, really." You let out a small giggle at his words, watching softly as Jay's eyes instantly light up at the sound. With his hands caressing your sides, he presses another kiss to your jawline and grins happily as a smile finally makes its way on your lips. "There's my pretty girl."

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[bellysoupset]

Friendsgiving - Part 1

"Friendsgiving?" Leo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms to his chest. Vince shrugged, huffing and puffing as he raised the dumbbell over his head.

"Wendy-" he gasped, crouching back down again with the weight and planting it on the ground, "suggested."

Leo grimaced, "I don't know, Vin, I'm not really in the mood..."

"It's just like any other night we hang out together, except there's more food," Vince pouted, wiping the sweat off his forehead, "c'mon, man, would you rather stay in or have my turkey?"

"Well, when you put it like that... Has Wendy already convinced Jon?" Leo touched Vince's knee with his shoe, pointing the dumbbell, "get to it."

Vince picked it up back again, groaning, before starting the exercise set all over, "I... Think shsss... She was gonna talk with him... Today," he huffed and Leo rolled his eyes.

Jonah gave in to Wendy's every whim and Leo was still jealous of that, even if he had learned to like Wendy. Maybe. Sorta.

"Fine, are Luke and Bell coming too?" He asked, causing Vince to roll his eyes in a way of saying duh, "... Do we need to bring anything? What do people do during Thanksgiving?"

"Fuck me if I know, I'm not American," Vince scoffed, dropping the dumbbell once again and planting his hands on his knees as he panted, "all I know is that we kill a bird and we're encouraged to stuff ourselves with food."

"Sounds alright," Leo nodded, "I'll bring some wine."

"How very lawyer of you," Vince teased him, straightening up and stepping closer so he could plant a big, overheated hand in the middle of Leo's shoulder blades, "your turn, kiddo."

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"Are you almost done?"

"Almost!"

Lucas rolled his eyes, finishing up lacing his boots and walking to the bathroom, where Bella was leaning over the sink in nothing but a bathrobe, doing her eyeliner.

"Really? You're going like this?"

"You're distracting me," Bell scoffed, continuing to draw her liner without being bothered by his judgmental stare, "are you done?"

"Yes," Luke glared at her mirror reflection, "I'm not taking the blame when Wendy chew us out, Isabella."

"Wendy will understand," she rolled her eyes, putting down the eyeliner and rubbing oil in her hands, starting to unclamp her curls since they had dried stuck together, "stop staring, go put the arroz con pollo in the car."

"Wendy specifically said we didn't have to bring anything," Lucas mulled over, walking back to the kitchen to grab the big bowl of colorful rice. Bella was one of the worst cooks he had ever met, so he was not even one bit enthusiastic about it, no matter how good it looked or smelt.

"Were you raised in a barn?" Bella scoffed from the bedroom and Lucas ignored the comment, walking out so he could plant the food in the backseat of the car. He glanced at the clock.

"Isabella Martinez, it's almost seven thirty!" he exclaimed, rushing back inside, "you better be rea-"

Bella twirled in front of him, "what do you think?"

"What the fuck, Bell?" Lucas growled, crossing the room in two steps so he could pull her in for a kiss, one hand on her nape, fingers curling on her hair, the other one finding it's habitual place on her ass.

Bella let out a squeal in his mouth and Luke scrunched up the tricot fabric of her skin tight red dress, tilting them so they fell on the bed. She scoffed, hiking up the skirt in order to frame his body with her knees and planted a hand on his chest

"What happened to we're gonna be late?" she panted, wiping the deep red lipstick from his lips. Luke turned his face so he could nibble at her fingertips, bunching up the skirt of her dress further up her thighs.

"I don't wanna go anymore," he scoffed, before whining in the back of his throat as he noticed she was wearing thigh-high stockings under the dress, "are you trying to kill me?"

Bella opened a wolfish smile, leaning over him, her curls cascading around them and creating a curtain of auburn as she whispered in his ear, "I'm also not wearing any underwe- LUCAS!" she squealed as he groaned loudly, rolling them on the bed and almost causing them to fall since they were far too close to the edge.

"That's it, we're not going anymore," he said, hand coming up to cup her face so he could plant a kiss on her neck, nibbling on her earlobe.

"Don't be ridiculous," she giggled, pushing him back by the forehead, "get off me, get up."

"Oh I am up alright-"

"Lucas Atwood, let go off me," she shoved his chest, "c'mon, let's go."

"It's like you enjoy watching me suffering," he whined, getting up from the bed and smoothing his dark shirt, grabbing his coat as they passed by the living room.

"I still think we should've brought more," Bella grumbled as they parked before Wendy's building, grabbing her big bowl, the one Luke had hoped she'd forget about.

"Wendy was pretty clear she didn't want us to bring anything," he said, taking the bowl from her and offering his arm for her to steady herself since she was wearing high heeled boots.

"You know she only said that because she hates my food-"

"-So does everyo-"

"But we could've brought the beverages. I'm just saying, I feel like a terrible guest," she pouted as they got inside the elevator and Lucas shrugged, planting a kiss on the top of his wife's head.

"I think Wen just likes hosting," he reassured her, listening as Bella mumbled something in spanish he couldn't discern.

Wendy's building had two apartments per floor. Her door was easily recognizable because not only she had painted it a deep red ever since moving in, but because there was a big wreath of orange flowers hanging on it.

They pressed the door bell, then the door swung open, revealing Jonah's face. He was holding a glass of wine, that was almost empty, the condensation marking how full it had initially been.

He was wearing a cream cable knit sweater over brown corduroy pants and Jonah raised an eyebrow, lowering his glass, "you guys are late. As usual."

"Blame Bella-"

"Blame Lucas," Bella talked over him, sneaking under Jonah's arm to get inside the house. Jon rolled his eyes, stepping away from the doorway.

"Where do I put this?" Luke held up the bowl and Jonah grimaced, glaring at it.

"Bella cooked it?"

"Yeah?"

"The garbage bin."

"You're such an arsehole," Lucas snorted, stepping around him.

Wendy had gone all out, as everyone expected. She had completely changed the configuration of her living room and extended her table so it would fit 6 people instead of only 4. There were little white pumpkins marking each plate, alongside a note.

A bunch of food already piled up on top and the lights of the kitchen were on, chatting coming from inside, as well as italian cursing that had Lucas happily walking closer.

Vince was hunched over the stove, stirring something, with an apron that was several sizes too small for him hanging around his neck and holding for dear life around his waist. His cheeks were all red, be it from the moving around, the stove heat or the wine bottle that was almost empty sitting on top of the sink.

Leo was chopping fruits and Wendy was standing on the furthest corner of the kitchen, while Bella reached to grab the plates in the cupboard.

"Hi guys - Wen, where do I put this?" Luke said and the shorter woman turned around to look at him, then grimaced at the bowl, waving it off.

"I don't know, put it in the fridge- I told you guys not to bring anything!" she berated, glaring at Bella, "Vince made enough food to feed a small army."

"I just wanted to be helpful!"

"She's just a decent guest," Vince defended Bella, "you don't go to someone's house without food, it's rude."

"Yeah, exactly," Bella pouted, while Wendy rolled her eyes, not moved one bit.

"Well, there's no place for it at the table. Lucas put it somewhere in the fridge, I don't care, and help me with the wine."

"What do you need help with?" Lucas opened the fridge and looked at it dumbfounded, there wasn't a single clear space.

"Give me that," Leo scoffed, taking the bowl of arroz con poyo and shoving Luke towards Wendy, so she could properly order him around.

Leo would be lying if he said he hadn't already changed his mind on thanksgiving being stupid. He still wasn't quite sure what to make out of the holiday itself, but getting pleasantly wine drunk over Vince's delicious food, while he giggled and played charades and trivia with his friends was a tradition he wouldn't mind keeping yearly.

Once they were all stuffed with the first round of food, they moved the party to the living room, where Wendy and Vince had pushed the couch out of the way so she could create a sit down situation with bean bags.

Leo couldn't pretend he understood exactly why, but he didn't mind it. He was happily clearing his second slice of pie, while watching Lucas' face turn redder and redder as his partner - Bell - struggled to figure out what movie he was reenacting as he jumped about hitting on his chest.

"Uhm... Kong! King Kong!" Bella shouted and Lucas let out a scoff, leveling her with a glare.

"Are you even trying?!" he groaned, the sore loser and Jonah snorted in his glass of wine, moving so he could rest his head against Leo's shoulder.

"Should I do it?" he whispered, mischievously, and Leo grinned, holding up a forkful of pie for him.

"Lucas might actually cry if you guess it," he whispered back, before saying loudly, "is it Planet of Apes?!"

"NO!" Lucas rubbed his face angrily, his wavy hair looking crazier and crazier, "C'mon, just-" he forcefully breathed, before once more imitating a monkey, glaring in Bella's direction as she continued to shout movie after movie and missing the mark.

"It's The Incredible Hulk!" Jonah exclaimed and Luke let out a shout, kicking a pillow and causing Wendy to yell at him, while Vince fell on his back against the bean bag, giggling, and Bella exclaimed "HULK!? THAT WAS NOT HULK!"

"Jonah cheated," Lucas whined, crossing his arms and Jonah giggled, chugging the rest of his wine, more than a little bit drunk.

"It's not cheating knowing your peanut brain only watches Marvel movies."

"Fuck off-"

"Lucas, sit down, it's Jon's turn," Vince said, still breathless from the giggling fit, "sit down."

Luke grumbled and sat back down, while Jonah passed his empty glass to Leo and got up in a jump, stumbling on his feet a little.

He looked at Leo intently, before winking, opening a bright smile, "c'mon, Leo, let's show the losers how it's done."

Leo giggled, knowing Jonah was doing that exclusively to piss off Lucas. He raised two fingers, causing Vince to shout "two words!"

Jon rolled his eyes, nodding. Then he pointed back at Leo and Bella desperately exclaimed "Leo! Lion! Lion - is that a movie? Lion King!"

"It's not Lion King," Lucas pouted, arms crossed to his chest, while Bella slapped his bicep, not even paying attention.

Jonah ignored them, pointing at Leo again, before dropping to one knee.

Leo frowned, "uhm- I don't..." he watched as Jon reached behind him, as if to grab a ring box, then held the invisible object in front of him, opening the box and mouthing the words, "Will you marry me?"

Leo felt like he had just walked down the stairs, then missed a step. His heart lurched, before Luke interrupted by screaming, "HEY! You can't mouth the words, what the fuck!? That's cheati-"

"I... I," Leo blinked quickly, catching Jon's smile drop on the corners, then he was back in the present, in Wendy's living room, playing charades, "is it The Proposal? With Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds?"

"YES!" Jonah grinned, springing up while Luke cried out about cheating.

Leo forced out a smile, catching Wendy looking at him with a puzzled expression. He quickly averted his gaze, standing up so he could replace Jonah in the center of the room and the game could go on, high fiving him as they exchanged places.

They continued to play for another hour, Jonah's face getting darker and darker as he continued to drink wine as if it was grape juice. More than once Leo caught him using Wendy as support to stand still.

He curled on Leo's side, letting out a little happy sigh as Wendy and Luke got weirdly into trivia, trying to one up each other.

"Uhm, you smell... Really nice," he said, burying his face in Leo's gunmetal sweater.

"Thank you, I shower," Leo sassed, turning to look his boyfriend in the eyes. They were slightly bloodshot from all the alcohol, greener than usual and Jonah wrinkled his nose in distaste, flicking at Leo's ear in annoyed manner, before he got distracted and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"It's so long now, it's very pretty..." he said softly, "like a prince."

"Like Charming?" Leo teased, doing the hair flip and Jonah let out a cackle, that was so unlike himself and had him rushing to cover his mouth.

"Yeah, maybe a little," he giggled, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to Leo's, like a cat when seeking affection, "are you having fun?"

"A lot," Leo whispered, letting him nuzzle their heads together and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He looked ahead, as Bella let out a loud groan and fell down on Lucas' lap, groaning about the food baby she had gotten after getting seconds and thirds of Vince's cooking.

Lucas frowned at her firstly, annoyed to have his little match interrupted right when he was winning, but the annoyance melted away quickly as she wrapped both arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, yawning.

Jonah hiccupped next to him and Leo looked back at him. He was adorable when this drunk. All tactile and easy going, as if his walls turned to dust.

"Leo, can we go home?" he groaned, his voice slow, but the words not slurred. As if he was taking the time to think through his sentences and make sure he didn't sound as drunk as he felt. He was failing miserably.

"Yeah, we can," Leo wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling them both up. To the rest of the room he announced with a fake yawn, "guys, we're leaving."

Wendy pouted, "already?" she said, getting up from where she had been happily cuddled up with Vin.

"Uhm," Jonah mumbled, staggering forward slightly and holding her by the shoulders, "it'ssslate. We have a- A kitty."

"I know, honey," Wendy snorted, amused, looking at Leo, "okay, I see," she said, acknowledging Jonah needed to be put to bed.

"JD is back home all... All alone..." Jon pouted, suddenly realizing it, "we should've bough-bruh- brought her."

"I don't think she'd have enjoyed it," Leo chuckled, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him towards the door, while Wendy retrieved both their coats and the other three staying behind chorused a "Bye guys!"

"She's so little," Jon frowned, hugging himself, "she shouldn't be alone."

"Oh baby, I promise you she doesn't mind it," Leo nearly melted in his shoes, planting a kiss to his boyfriend's brow and taking his coat from Wendy's hand, wrapping it around his shoulders, "c'mon, Dr. Banks, you're a whole bottle of wine too drunk."

"I'm not drunk," he stumbled as Leo wrapped the scarf around his neck and guided him out of Wendy's first door, pressing the button for the elevator as he quickly went back inside to say goodbye to their host and friends.

He found Jonah exactly where he had left him, slumped on a wall and playing with the fringes of his scarf, "Leo."

"Yes, babe?" Leo pulled his closer, fixing his coat and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you," he said, out loud, in public, loudly. Leo grinned, rubbing his back in soothing circles as they waited for the elevator.

"I know, Jon, I love you too."

"No," Jonah shook his head, stubborn, "I'm..." he hiccupped again, interrupting whatever he was going to say. The elevator arrived with a soft ding and Leo was thankful for it, as it seemed Jonah was starting to really need the fresh air.

They had driven over in Leo's car and, for once, he was glad for it. He always got more worried about messing up the interior of Jon's fancy car.

"Get in, baby," Leo tried to maneuver him in the passenger side, "c'mon, the sooner you get in, the sooner we'll go home to our kitty," he grinned at the last word.

Jonah let out a whine, "Leo..."

"Yes?" he successfully managed to shove Jonah's legs inside the car.

"I..." Jonah's shoulders hitched and he shoved a hand in Leo's chest, pushing him back just in time for a mouthful of wine-pink vomit to hit the ground between them. Jon let out a groan, "uhm... that's not good."

Leo couldn't help but chuckle at the drunken sentence, carefully stepping around the puddle of sick, "feeling better?"

"I wanna go home," Jon whined instead of answering him, so Leo simply nodded, pushing a curl away from his forehead.

"We're going home, love..." he circled the car, quickly entering on the driver's side and reaching over Jonah so he could slam the door shut, "we'll be home in a minute, lean back and close your eyes."

"We should do Christmas at our place," Jonah yawned, curling up on side, all adorable and planting a hand on Leo's leg, closing his eyes, "I know the Holidays suck, but we don't have to do the old traditions. We can make new ones."

Leo's breath caught as he turned on the car, trying not to show just how close to tears - happy or not, he wasn't quite sure - Jon's drunken words had brought him.

"Uhm," he opted for saying, taking Jon's hand in his and kissing its back, "sleep now, alright?"

"Think about it," his boyfriend yawned, without bothering to open his eyes, "I just want you to be happy..."

"I am happy," Leo said quickly, clearing his throat against the sudden knot squeezing his vocal chords, "I'm happy, Jonah, I-"

"I don't get why your name is Leo, just Leo. Why not Leonard?" Jon interrupted him, his voice a sleepy whisper.

Leo let out a chuckle, the tension melting off his shoulders as he was reminded that Jonah was drunk, not trying to do some soul searching in the parking lot.

"I don't know, Jon, I th-"

"You don't look like a Leonard," Jonah blinked at him, almost passed out, "maybe a Leon?"

"Absolutely not," Leo sighed, finally starting to drive off, "go the fuck to sleep, Jonah."

TBC

#mywriting #jonah banks #friendsgiving #intox #drunk #its 5 AM and I didn't reread so forgive any and all typos

[definegodliness]

Swinging

Short story (1282 words).

I was having breakfast at Bob's Intercontinental Swinging Club, as I tend to do, each Saturday morning. They've got great home-made sandwiches. Horrendous coffee, though.

I suspect Donna, Bob's wife, reheats the leftover coffee from the day before, to then add some fresh brew, that is so criminally strong it'll have a spoon standing upright in your mug, to mask the taste. Any taste.

Still, Bob's is the only place I know where you can still smoke indoors, so what do I care. I was just about to start my second sandwich, when I saw Bob waft through the streaks and plumes of nicotine blue, approaching my window side table.

"Hey, Bob."

He sat down at my table. Bob never has to ask. I offered him a cigarette, which he denied. And from his front-side pocket he fetched a small box of cigarellos. He lit one with a match, inhaled deeply, and, then, let out a big, tear-inducing column of a sigh. He was evidently feeling heavy, so I tried to lighten the mood:

"Damn, Biff — I call him Biff because Bob looks like Old Man Biff from the Back to the Future movies — what do they put in those; asphalt and conifer?"

This caused a faint smile, before he took another pensive draw.

"So, eh, how's business?", I leaned forward over the table, interested, and immediately drew back due to my elbows sticking to yesterday's beer.

"Not great, McFly, not great."

"Yeah, I noticed customer amounts dwindling. What is up with that?", I lifted my sandwich off the plate, "Can't be these, Donna still aces them."

"No, no. People still love those. And you can smoke indoors. The cafeteria's fine, but I just can't seem to get people excited for swinging anymore."

"Ludicrous. I can't think of anything more exciting."

I closed my eyes and thought of yesterday's Friday Swinging Night, letting a grin curl my mouth. I don't know if I spoke or whispered.

"It's just so… satisfying."

For sure, though, I then once more leaned forward over the table, overcoming its stickiness for the sake of importance. And, solemnly, I added:

"Come on, Biff, I'm sure it's just a temporary slump. I've been coming here for years and years. Swinging is timeless. I know it's different, now, then when Pops started in the 60's, but when you took over, the club went intercontinental. That's a great feat. Besides, I mean, I'm half this club's age, but you and Donna picked me up, and pulled me into swinging. I'm sure we can do this for the next generation."

"Frankly, Mark — wait, no McFly? — I think that's the problem."

"¿Que?"

"Guys, like you… you are the problem."

I spat out my coffee.

"Awful, isn't it?

"Yes", I muttered, wiping my mouth with my palm, to then swiftly and frantically brush the coffee grounds from my teeth with my index finger.

"But I am also shocked! How can you say such a thing? I'm your most loyal customer. AND your friend."

"You're also very conservative."

"That's not true. I was the first to laud you for omitting Family Swings. I am definitely not for everything staying the same."

"Yeah, but that's just because they made you queasy…"

I pulled an ugly face, thinking of Family Swings. Horrible occasions. I didn't need to say a thing. Bob was right.

And so he continued:

"… So don't act like you're all progressive. You always go for the same. Hey, the older they get, the more you love 'em."

"What can I say? I like mine vintage. They feel better. Move better."

I leaned backwards and crossed my arms.

"They make better noises, too. Heck, they make sound, Bob! Do you know how unsatisfying silence is?"

Bob frowned, and shook his head. Clearly unimpressed by my arguments. So I continued my passionate plea:

"I mean, come on, you know I'm loud. Don't you know how awkward I feels when I'm alone at that? I need them to be louder than me!"

Bob just took another draw of his cigarello and blew out a deep sigh of disappointment.

"They don't make noise, because you never play with them."

He put out his cigarello as a statement.

"Don't you remember how you were when you first came here? Like a kid in a candy store. You tried them all. Loved them all. Here you can't even remember how silent Jessica was, until you were all over her. Now, she's the loudest of them all."

"Yeah, that's why she feels mine. That's why I keep returning", I weaselled, unwisely.

"That is so against swinging culture."

"All right, all right. I take that back. I just like my 90's baby a lot. But you know I also love my 80's baby Stella, and Tiffany…

Bob interrupted me.

"That's exactly my point! You only go for the older ones. The one's that've been here for years!"

I, however, was already too far gone. Lost in recalling Fridays. Thinking about my favourites: 60's baby's, 50's, 40's, 30's… 20's! Listing all their names. Until I, in my excitement, named that one name who should not be named.

By me, that is.

"Huberta! Oh, Huberta. Sure, she's wobbly and creaks a little, but…"

Bob slammed the table.

"You know you're no longer allowed near Huberta!"

"Ah, come on. Why not? Still not?"

"You broke her."

"Nothing a little titanium couldn't fix..."

He threw his hands in the air, anguished at this statement.

"I'm not having this." Then, louder, and to the kitchen: "Donna! I'm not having this! Can't talk to the kid."

"Just tryyy it."

He grunted.

"All right, listen. I see you sneaking around Huberta while you know she's off limits. Off. Limits. And you know what? All those names you just listed. Off limits. All. Off. Limits."

Bob waved his finger at me, the jolly fellow had never scolded anyone like this. Let alone myself. It was only now I understood he was really, really pissed. So, I did the only thing I could do. I apologized. Shut my mouth. And listened.

And, luckily, after I said sorry, Bob calmed a bit.

"Look, it's always the same with you. I appreciate your patronage and dedication to the club, but you use those poor things up. You have at them, and at them, and at them, until you break them. I know it's all out of your limitless swinging enthusiasm, but you are giving the club a bad name. Really, you are, Mark. In fact, we've come known as: not safe."

I sat silently, guiltily, trying to stir the spoon in my coffee.

"Am I banned now?"

"Nah, McFly, I wouldn't ban you. But I'm begging ya, just try the new ones. Play with them. See, Hailey for instance, she's our newest addition; been here for over a week, and I've never seen you even look at her."

Bob stood up and patted my shoulder.

"Do me a favour, will ya? Just try her. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. You'll be coming back for more just like you did with Jessica."

"Hailey, eh?" I nodded.

And, so, I slumped to Bob's Intercontinental Swing Club's latest model, Hailey 2023. Silently muttering to myself. She was perfect. Far too perfect for me. But I hopped onto her, strapped myself to her — what a bullshit safety feature — and took a couple of steps backward. Shoes tipping over soft rubber tiles, another safety precaution. I rolled my eyes, thinking:

'It's a goddamn swing.'

I craved the element of danger the older models give me, and as I let Hailey 2023 launch me, steadily, and silently; back, and forth, smoothly, I uttered a reluctant:

"Whee."

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30-8-2023, M.A. Tempels ©

#prose #absurdism #spilled ink #writing #creative writing #spilled thoughts #writers on tumblr #writeblr

[basics-academy-yum]

Info dump about the students in high school. Do they go to the same one coincidentaly? Are they still in touch with the teachers?

prepare for an unskippable cutscene <3

SO SO SO SO SO!!!! Most of them do go to highschool together, considering they don't live to far from each other in the first place... And to answer your second question... yes. They are still in touch with the teachers. More than you might think :]

Playtime, Paisley, and Andrew (Baldi's son, for those unaware) honestly treat each other like cousins. Paisley's legal guardian is Micah, Playtime's stepdad is Prince... and Prince and Baldi are best friends, so those 3 are super close.

Paisley Playtime Andrew Art Billy

I'll give you little bio of each of them :]

Paisley - 15 (she/her) Super overprotective of Playtime. Stays out late hanging out with Andrew. She's finally on medication for her OCD so she rarely ever has hallucinations anymore!! Yippee!! She's pretty mature actually, for a 15 year old.

Playtime - 15 (she/her) Gonna be so real, puberty hits this poor kid like a truck, some days it takes ever fiber of her being to not curl up in her bed and cry. She's super studious and loves laying in bed watching magical girl anime. She's very into soft harajuku styles as well (like yume kawaii and a bit of lolita and stuff <3). She does get relentlessly bullied, but luckily she's got some pretty cool friends that tend to beat people up a bit too much–

Andrew - 15 (he/him) In a bunch of AP and honors courses and is burnt the hell out!!! He's pretty depressed and constantly beating himself up... Paisley will help him escape all the work and ruminations and just be a teenager sometimes. It's pretty awesome :D

Art Audrey- 14 (she/her) She's a very reserved art student, but believe it or not she's been managing her anxiety pretty great! She's been dating Billy, and boy does that kid have some enemies for protecting the LADIES in his life. Speaking of which...

Billy - 14 (he/him) He's still got anger issues, but he's learned how to be a lot more true to his feelings. Any time he sees his girlfriend or his childhood friend, Playtime, getting bullied, boy does he let them have it. Anyway, him and Audrey love to make comics and stories together, they have a huge universe with the craziest plot– it's super nifty 👍

Now I know what you're probably not thinking, but I've gotta bring it up. Playtime's bestie, 1st Prize!!! They stay best friends of course but... gosh, there's really no good way to put it. Philip (that's 1st Prize btw) passes away when he's about... 17. Playtime visits him all the time, of course. Some days she'll sit by his grave for hours, doing homework or telling him how her week has been or plots to her favorite anime... she'll also visit his mom sometimes and just hang out with her :]

Another big thing you've probably noticed is AUDREY!!!!!! Yeah, she's trans, pretty cool B) Now, as for interacting with her in the current timeline of the blog (pre-transition), it's best to still just use Art and he/him, solely because at 8 years old he's like "damn being a girl would be so awesome, too bad that's impossible" (if anyone wants to throw little asks at him about said topic tho to help him figure things the freak out, i cant stop you 😳🤭)

Anyway those are the basics (no pun intended), but if you guys wanna know more i will GLADLY tell little stories with them (idk about drawing them but i can write them 🤭!!) also feel free to use this knowledge as you wish, you can ask questions to them as highschoolers or as elementary schoolers, you can bring things up to try to figure out how they get for point A to point B.... all sortsa fun stuff!!! go go!! :D!!!

#baldis basics #bbieal #baldis basics in education and learning #baldi ask blog #ask blog #bbieal ask blog #baldi au #bbieal au #asks open #ask box open #TYSM FOR THE ASK #like seriously #i wanted to SCREAM #i love when people let me infodump #also andrew and paisley are so very mlm wlw solidarity #infodump #bbieal hs au

[writingformyblorbos]

It's cloudy above (Part 1) [next chapter >]

Steven Grant × gn!Reader (possible Marc × Reader and Jake × Reader in the future) Summary: You spot the cute man from the bus while buying groceries and try talking to him. A strange encounters takes place later on. Word count: 2.2k Warnings: Mugging, canon-typical violence (death, guns, you know the drill), swearing in Spanish, not proof read (taking risks is my speciality not really). a/n: This is my first fic in a loong while, but I wanted desperately to write something for Steven and make a shameless self-insert. I just love him so much. Also, I don't think I'll want to see the word mushroom in a long while. Lastly, I want to apologize in advance if i got the intricacies of London's public transport wrong, I tried to do my best as a foreigner with the most research I could. I hope you enjoy:)!!

It was late in the afternoon on Sunday, and you had gone to your nearest Tesco to stock up on groceries. You were on the vegetable isle, looking for some items from the shopping list on your phone. As you were reading what the next item on your list was, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. When you looked up, you saw the back of a man with curly hair you swore you could almost recognize. When he turned around, you couldn’t believe your eyes. ‘Could it be? There’s no way,’ you told yourself. But it was. It was him; the cute guy from the bus you had a crush on.

You would see him often on your way to work, always having dark bags under his eyes, adorned by the messy curls in his head. He seemed like the shy type, and the poor man always looked totaled, like he hadn’t had a good night’s rest in a long while, often falling asleep on the bus; there was even one time he screamed and looked frightened, which was weird, but you figured was because he'd had a nightmare. Who doesn't dream a clown is chasing them every now and again? You didn’t know that much about him, only that he would get off on Trafalgar Square and that he was a person keen on history and other intellectual stuff, judging by the hieroglyphs on his phone case and the kinds of books he would occasionally read on the bus to keep himself awake, poetry and history books of the sort —always wearing his reading glasses, of course— yet your little knowledge of him and his generally disheveled appearance didn't stop his sharp jaw, his curly hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and his intriguing interests from drawing your attention, leading you to develop a crush on him. He was the whole package, after all (smart and handsome).

But one day, he stopped boarding the bus. You figured he'd gotten a day off or he was sick, but days turned into weeks, and eventually, it had been a while since you'd last seen him. Maybe he'd switched jobs or had moved. Either way, he wasn't a part of your life anymore.

Or so you thought, up until today, seeing him going about his errands. You stared at him in disbelief. He still looked as tired as ever, you could even say he looked more tired, like he'd been working out an entire week non-stop. You wanted to ask him so many things, but there was no way you could ask him why he no longer took Bus 24 without sounding like an absolute creep. You contemplated on whether it was better to leave him alone or if you should try talking to him, but this feeling in your gut told you this might be your chance: what if you never saw him again and just lost the opportunity of a lifetime? So, you started brainstorming any kind of small talk you could spark up in the supermarket without it being awkward. Then bingo! He was holding two packets of mushrooms: one was a packet of normal mushrooms, and the other was a packet of sliced mushrooms, and he was looking at them indecisively. You could help him and go from there?

You felt absolutely ridiculous, but you had to. Your conscience would never leave you alone if you didn't. So, you mustered up all the courage you could and made you way towards him. You took a deep breath, trying to stop your hands and legs from shaking, and said:

"If I were you, I'd get the sliced ones."

"Sorry?" he asked, a bit startled by the sudden comment.

"Oh! I just, I would get the sliced mushrooms. They really help you save up time. Unless you have skewers, then you can just..." —you gestured your hands as if you were pricking an imaginary mushroom with your imaginary skewer— "stick it in the mushes and slice them".

He looked at you a bit confused, but you could also see a glimpse of surprise in his eyes.

"That's quite impressive, seems like you know your mushrooms," He chuckled, leaving the normal mushrooms in the bin they were. "I don’t happen to have skewers back at home, so I guess I'll just take the sliced ones, more practical. Thank you"

"No problem," you smiled.

Great, what now? That wasn't the most captivating conversation starter you could bring up. Perhaps it was a stupid idea to try talking to him, 'he probably thinks I'm a weirdo for talking about mushrooms' you told yourself, so you decided to turn around and get back to your business.

"Wait!" You heard from the dark-haired man, "do you happen to take Bus 24 in the mornings?"

No way. There's no way he actually recognized you. Now that you thought about it, what if he thought you were stalking him? I mean, you weren't, but anxiety often leads you to the most extreme trains of thought.

"Uhh, yeah! Yeah, I do," you answered, nervously waiting for him to get angry.

"That's mental! I remember you. You watch videos of cute animals, yeah?" He immediately looked flustered, like he regretted what he'd said, "I mean, not that I eavesdropped on what you were doing on your phone. I only saw it once."

You were relieved he wasn't angry, but also a bit amazed he'd remembered that small detail. He said he didn’t eavesdrop, but that was clearly a lie. Watching cute animals was a must in your daily commute to work though. You could see he was a bit embarrassed by his comment, so you tried to reassure him.

"Oh no, no worries. I once saw you reading a book on Ancient Egypt, right?" he affirmed with his head and seemed to be a little less afflicted, so you tried breaking the ice a bit more. "My name is (y/n). (y/n) (l/n)" you said as you offered your hand for a handshake.

He shook your hand back, with his big, calloused hands, "Steven Grant. The Steven is with a 'v'"

Steven. ‘A pretty name and very fitting,’ you thought. He indeed looked like a Steven.

"It's nice to finally know your name, Steven with a 'v'".

“Likewise, (y/n),” he nodded back, and you both stayed silent for a while, smiling and blushing.

"Well, I'll see you around then. Cheers!" he waved off. There he was, again, slipping through your fingers, like sand on the desert. Come on, had you really gone through embarrassing yourself by talking about mushrooms to just see him walk off? Steven was such a mystery, but one you wanted to know oh so desperately. It was now or never, you had to try to ask him out, or at the very least get his phone number.

"Hey! Uhm..." You called out. Steven turned his head and looked at you with those gorgeous eyes of his that made you feel all jittery inside.

"I was wondering if, I know we just formally met, but..." you started fidgeting with the keys in your pocket, trying to get the words to come out of your mouth, "Could we exchange numbers? I would really like to see you again, and I know this place that makes amazing pastries, so maybe... we could go out?"

That was it. You shot your shot. The ball was in his court now. There's nothing else you could've possibly done. It was only up to fate if—

"Yes, I'd love too."

Your eyes probably shot out of your face, similar to a cartoon, because of the way he looked at you, with a tiny bit sweet grin on his face. You were absolutely over the moon. He said yes! You swore you would’ve danced in the middle of the veggie aisle if it wasn’t considered something weird to do.

Still, you managed to stay calm on the outside and exchanged numbers with Steven. Finally, each one went on about their shopping. But on your way home, you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach thinking about the next time you would see handsome Steven Grant again. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too long.

By the time you’d finished placing the groceries in their place, the sun had gone down, adorning your windows with London’s city lights.

You were sitting on your couch, scrolling through your social media. One of the hottest topics of the moment was the latest hero-related incident: some people started dropping dead for no reason in Cairo, which would be shocking news if the world didn’t seem like it was on the verge of ending every couple months. Apparently, a cult had been behind the attack, and there were two heroes involved. One was a woman with curly hair and her suit had golden wings, people started calling her the Scarlet Scarab, and there was this other man with moon motifs who seemed to be able to go from a full-on costume with cape to a fancy suit; people hadn’t come up for a name for him, yet. If it was up to you though, you’d call him the Moon Shifter, or something along those lines. You were glad you weren’t in charge of naming superheroes.

Tired of reading about this latest tragedy, you stood up and opened the nearest window to admire the nocturnal landscape, a cold breeze hitting your face; it felt oddly comforting. You glanced around the street. Nothing was out of the ordinary, just the usual noise of cars passing by. You felt as though the city was luring you out of your flat to go on some moonlit adventure around its streets.

You figured you wouldn’t be going on an adventure, but you sure as hell were starving and didn’t feel in the mood to cook, but there was a Chinese restaurant not far from your place you could get some takeout from. Determined to get your dinner, you grabbed your coat, a pair of shoes, your tote bag, and headed out into the windy streets.

As you were walking to the Chinese restaurant, you felt someone was staring at you from a distance. When you were about to turn around, someone on a moped snatched your tote bag from your shoulder and drove off.

“Hey!” You tried chasing the person with your belongings to no avail, they were long gone. Your first thought was to call the police, but your phone was inside your tote, along with your wallet. You scooped your faced and whined in desperation, feeling this empty hole in your chest. You figured your best course of action was continuing your trip to the restaurant and ask if you could borrow the phone to call the police, so you continued making your way to the restaurant in resignation.

CRASH!

There was a loud noise not so far from where you were. Weary of your surroundings due to what had just happened, you cautiously made your way to the noise. You poked your head towards the alley where it came from and, to your surprise, saw the same moped that had just mugged you crashed into a garbage container. The guy was in the floor, pleading for his life, and in front of him was a figure with a white cape who remained silent.

The caped person only took a step forward, retrieved a gun from his waist, directed it to the man, and said in a raspy voice:

“Mejor ruégale al diablo, pedazo de mierda”.

You covered your mouth to stifle the tiny yelp that escaped your mouth when the shot was fired. You felt the urge to throw up as you saw the man lay lifeless on the pavement.

“Ahí está, Jonsu. ¿Necesitas que me ocupe de alguien más hoy?” The man said nonchalantly to the air, as if he hadn’t just killed a man. Silence followed. Was he expecting someone to talk back to him? Then, he growled in desperation, “¿Qué? ¡Pero Harrow está muerto, tú mismo viste que lo maté!”

It seemed he’d gotten a response, but he wasn’t too happy about it. After a few moments of the wind talking to him, he turned around, looking directly at you.

Shit! You hid from him on the outer corner of the alley. You could hear his steps drawing nearer, but you stayed frozen in fear. He was probably going to kill you for what you’d just seen. Then, the footsteps stopped. You slowly opened your eyes and got a full view of the man. It was the superhero from Cairo, only his costume looked slicker, less mummy-like.

“This yours?” he asked with his thick accent, reaching your tote bag towards you. You nodded.

“Be more careful,” he warned as you grabbed your tote bag from his hands.

As soon as you had a hold of your bag, you made a run for it. After all, you’d just gotten mugged and had seen a man get shot, so you definitely weren’t going to stick around to chit-chat with the superhero in front of you. After running for a bit, you made it to the Chinese restaurant. You opened the door and slammed it shut, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Are you alright?” the person at the register asked. You made your way towards them and slumped down in the counter, head burried in your arms.

“Can I get the large combo?”

Another a/n: Tysm for reading! I am going to be working on a follow up to this fic, so look foward to that. I am planning on making this a Marc × Reader and Jake × Reader series , and maybe even add Layla into the mix because, lke I said at the beggining, I live vicariously through the fanfics I write and I am a bisexual disaster who would really like to be in a poly relationship with all of them.

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight disney+ #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fic #moon knight x reader #moon knight x y/n #moon knight x you #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x gender neutral reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x y/n

[fallenwhumpee]

Why howdy!! 'Tis I, :D anon, unable to resist the call of the arrow that has struck me thusly. Anyway here you go :)) dw I have put one (1) bandaid on the wound upon removal. I see no way that can go wrong.

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In Leader's defense, Teammate looked like shit.

What else were they supposed to do? They were the captain, after all, and Teammate did just recover from a nasty infection. They couldn't risk catching the bug going around this time of year. So of course Leader coaxed them into their bedroom, quietly making sure Caretaker kept an eye on them while they took Teammate's work into their own hands.

(Besides, if Caretaker was busy with Teammate, that meant they couldn't pester Leader with stuff like "resting" and "holy shit, Leader, put the coffee down!" as if either were viable options.)

The clock on their desk had been turned face down. The term "plausible deniability" flit through their head. They slammed a metaphorical flyswapper on it immediately.

No light was filtering through their curtains anymore, but that was fine. The sun was setting early these days, anyway. Besides, the reports weren't going to do themselves. Teammate's portion was finally finished, and they set it aside to do their own work.

(If they winced as they moved, nobody was there to see it.)

It was standard stuff they expected to see after being rescued: injury reports, health leave, etc, etc. It was all perfectly mundane deskwork, especially in comparison to what Whumper had--

No, nope, not thinking about that. Focus, Leader, they scolded themself. Deep breath in, deep breath out. If they had to do it through their mouth and ignore their screaming ribs, then so be it.

Distantly, they were aware that if any other member of the team tried to pull this sort of stunt, they would've suspended them from their duties and put them on bedrest faster than Whumper could--

No! They weren't supposed to be thinking about that! They shouldn't. Just head down, focus on their work. If they couldn't even do that, how else could they help their team? No, they couldn't give into that weakness. It was just a report. They could do this without having to stifle these irrational thoughts about-- about the past few months. They had to, or they'd spiral, and that would do nobody any favours.

Getting up only to dim the lights (to save power, they told themself. It had nothing to do with their head), Leader continued to work as the moon climbed higher into the sky, trading places with the sun.

(And if they simply curled up on the floor of their office after finishing the report, unable to make it to their room... well, hopefully nobody would notice.)

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Tada :)) first snippet of the new year I suppose :D happy new year btw!! Gotta love starting my new year with some leader whumpees who try too hard

Also, totally unrelated to the whole "struck by an arrow" thing, but is it just me or is the room spinning

Hi, dear anon!

Oh wow. Just... just the hypocrisy. The hypocrisy and denial. Those two things will never fail to give me good whumperflies. And overworking can always distract you from every unpleasant thought crawling through the edges of your brain. Focusing on something is like putting a shadow or drawing a curtain over everything. They still stay there, but you don't see, only until your eyes get used to dark— starting to do the job automatically in this case. And sleeping on the floor is awful, they will be so sore when they wake up (with a nightmare would be delicious, but poor leader seems to have enough demons to deal with, since it's possible that they will feel guily about not completing the work anyway)

Happy New Year to you, too! You chose the best way to start the year :) I also posted traitor as my first writing of the year hehehe.

Please go lay down! I may not be a mama bear like a caretaker but I won't stop bullying a friend to rest/sleep/eat/get hydrated. If you hadn't done any of that in the last two hours, go and do it. Take care of yourself, please.

#:D anon #:D anon writes whump #ask

[biribaa]

I’m crying your write for stray- I’m in love Ty Ty 4 blessing me 😭 anyway could I get a momo comforting a reader with fluff? I had a shit day yesterday but ur writings just brought my mood up 100% <3(also idc what the reader is upset/mad about I’ll let u choose!)

More Momo conforting reader<33

AAAA IM SO HAPPY IT HELPED YOU!!

You see, this is the main reason for my oneshots, most of the time i write x readers when i'm really stressed and/or depressed, so i write cute scenarios of my F/O, or characters who are not rlly my F/O but are the F/O of my followers, and i have a cool sncenario for they, so i write it and post it, and then make people happy :]]

Im srry it took too long for answear, but i swear i'll make it worth it

Knock knock knock

You slammed your fist on Momo's door, you didn't even needed to knock, you could rest your head on the door right there. You were so tired, you didn't have the strength to move anymore, not even the mentality to think and every sigh you took only exhausted your lungs, you're so done today.

And the darkness around didn't help, the sky that was and always will be a "night with stars" only influenced you more and more to rest now.

The door opened only for your eyes to hurt from the yellow light from inside the robot house. And there, was a silhouette you could always recognize

"Well well wellI, you finally decided to show up, i was starting to get worried you know?"

"Yeah"

You walked inside Momo's house, every move was a scream asking for any kind of comfort to ease your stress, anything, you would accept anything now. So, seeing that the sofa was occupied with Momo's boxes, you moved straight to Momo's bed, you didn't take off your coat or shoes, nothing, you just threw your body that looked more like a corpse onto the fabric. Your face was not visible now that it's directly over the comfort, you blocked the sides of your head with your arms, preventing any ray of light to annoy you.

Well you know Momo is no idiot, he clearly noticed these details in your behavior, normally when you come back you smile and hug him, but today, only that? Did he do something you didn't like? Is he not being enough? Did someone hurt you?

"Hey" A voice echoed through the small room, it was Momo's. "You fine?"

You groaned in response, Christ, you didn't even have the energy to speak. You slightly turned your head until you could poke an eye out of your arms and see Momo standing in front of you, he was curling his fingers over his other fingers, it was a gesture he usually made, it was usually when he was nervous...

You wanted help, you wanted comfort from your boyfriend, to feel his metallic skin on your flesh skin, and listen to his advice as he pats you on the back. But at the same time, what if he doesn't understand? You are afraid, afraid of facing another disappointment with a person, afraid of interaction.

"I..." Words couldn't come out of your mouth, what were supposed to be words, just sounded like grunts.

"Shh." He placed his hand on your exhausted back, drawing circles that comforted your shoulders "You know what, I can see in your face how exhausted and tired you are, and you look ugly when exhausted, i hate to see you ugly. If you want, you don't have to talk about it, okay?" Momo said in a calm tone while looking into your eyes. As you stared with dead fish, dismayed and lifeless eyed, you slowly turned your face into your arms.

"I do not deserve you." You confessed, your humiliating tone hit Momo

"I should be saying this, Y/N." It was the last thing Momo said before you heard his footsteps slowly going away.

You gain enough silence to think about the whole situation, and silence enough to appreciate it. You didn't have any kind of misunderstanding with Momo, none of him getting stressed, or him being an asshole to you, there's no reason for you to be anxious around him. Momo actually understands you, and understands when you want to be alone, and understand when you're going to need him, was he really the best thing that happened to you since you came here?

All these thoughts made you tired... That's when you noticed for a brief second how your shoes were already bothering you, then, looking like an adult just out of a 10-hour shift, you took off your shoes with your own toes, it was even an easy and simple action.

It was a matter of minutes before you noticed a sign of life coming from Momo. You immediately noticed a pleasant food smell, and seconds later, a sound of a cymbal hitting wood, your attention is easily caught. You lifted your head, and on Momo's desk, you saw a warm plate duo the baked potatoes inside it.

"But you said–"

"Doc had some extra potatoes in his greenery and gave it to me." And again, Momo stroked your back gently. "Now do me a quick favor and get up, I want to do something." You, already being more than happy today for all your boyfriend's help, thought that you could do this minimum to reciprocate. You removed your arms that were around your head and lifted your body, placing your feet on the floor and getting up from the bed, waiting for Momo to do some kind of action after that

Momo climbed onto the bed and leaned his back against the wall as he sat up. He spread his legs, and looked at you, patting the empty space between his legs. You quickly understood the gesture, and got your knees up on the bed and crawled up to Momo until you could sit between his legs, and use Momo's entire torso as a backrest. The robot put one arm around your waist, and used the free hand to pick up the plate full of food and give it to you. Now he could put both arms around her waist

Your cheeks turned slightly pink, and you couldn't hold back your sweet smile. With all that, you easily felt safe, especially since Momo was slightly taller than you, and, well, obviously more resistant. You were amazed how such cold skin from a robot made your face so warm and your stomach full of butterflies. Woah, wait, so all this time you've never gotten along with anyone because they're human? And maybe you do better with robots? Damn bro.

You took one of the baked potatoes and put it in your mouth, it was perfect, for a robot that had spent years without human interaction, Momo cooked very well. The potato warmed every corner of the cold interior of your mouth, it was satisfactory. Without hesitation, you started biting the rest of the potatoes on the plate.

While you were eating, Momo clasped his arms around your waist. "Everything is fine now?" The machine questioned

"Yes." You hummed "Thank you so much Momo, seriously..."

"I'm always here when you're stressed, 'kay?" Momo gently placed his screen over your shoulder "Chu..." He simulated a kiss

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Ok

I'll be honest, I don't feel like I liked this oneshot very much... I feel like I could have done more, but I didn't have any more ideas, I promise I gave my effort :)

#stray #stray x reader #straycats #stray 2022 #stray game #canon x reader #x reader #reader insert #robot x human #robot x reader #gender neutral reader #stray momo #momo x reader #x reader oneshot #oneshot #x reader fluff #fluff #angst #x reader angst #angst with a happy ending

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

oh no..... had a thought about the au where tanjirou is giyuu and ayame is sabito.........

tanjirou and ayame face the hand oni, but they're both so unprepared for it. tanjirou's rib is broken, his forearm is probably fractured and he's been limping since they managed their escape. it's almost too dark for ayame to see where they're hiding in the cave, but she can feel the terrible tremors of the hand oni as it hunts for them.

the terrified expression on tanjirou's face is what makes her decision for her.

the hand oni said "sweet little fox".

maybe if he sees the fox mask and cloud jinbei and nothing else, then they might have a chance.

or, well, tanjirou might have a chance. urokodaki-san would be sad if he didn't return. urokodaki-san doesn't have anyone anymore.

ayame tears the jinbei off tanjirou's shoulders, replacing it with her kimono while he's still disoriented. she pulls it loose around her, then snatches the mask off his head.

"what - ayame, what - ?"

"stay here," she says quietly, her expression hidden behind the mask urokodaki-san carved for him. "i'll lead the oni away. don't make any noise, then make your way down to the wisteria trees as soon as the coast is clear."

"the mask - "

"tanjirou." her voice is solemn. "whatever happens... tell my shishou i was always grateful for everything."

she disappears from the cave before tanjirou can demand answers.

murata finds tanjirou and helps him through final selection. there is only one casualty for final selection that year.

kamado tanjirou is the water hashira, and he wears a dark blue seigaiha haori, the pattern dyed red. he's the water hashira, so no one wonders why he wears seigaiha. the charcoal half of his haori is hard to explain, but no one will ask.

when sabito is faced with the boulder, a girl in a fox mask appears before him. she holds himself the way a master swordsman does, and her strikes are swift and merciless. she knocks him out in ten seconds and doesn't bother to wait for him to wake up.

he begrudgingly admits that the way she moves is beautiful.

another girl, also with a fox mask, but with the mask resting against the side of his head, is the one who greets him when his eyes open.

"sorry about ayame-san," she says with a rueful chuckle. "she isn't very patient."

ayame-san, sabito learns early on, doesn't speak much if she can help it. she doesn't linger, even if sometimes he feels like he's being watched when he's alone. she continues to use a bokken while he wields a live sword, but it doesn't matter; she is always the one who deals out the first strike. often the last one as well.

"ayame-san doesn't want to show off too much," hikari says as she braids a flower crown. "she's a bit different from the rest of us, that's all. she doesn't stay for urokodaki-san after all."

"then who does she stay for?" asks sabito.

hikari's smile is secretive as she rests the daisy crown in her dark hair. "one of these days, you should ask her, sabito. you might be the only person she answers."

three months later, ayame stands before him with a steel katana at her hip. she draws it slowly - almost reverently. sabito notices that the curve of it is slightly different; it's steeper, the kissaki almost menacing.

"so," she says in a measured voice, "after six months, you can finally face me as a swordsman. hikari-san did well training you."

"you had just as much to do with it, ayame-san," hikari calls out from the side.

sabito snarls. it pulls the scar on his cheek, making him look more dangerous.

"today is the day i win," he declares, unsheathing his own blade.

ayame tilts her head. he wonders if her lips follow the same downward curl of her mask, or if she smirks at him like he always imagined she has.

"then you'd better hit me with everything you have, sabito."

time slows around him. his nose twitches, picking up a strange scent. it's metallic and sharp, like a freshly polished katana. it winds through the air, and he finds his blade following its arc.

for the first time since they met, his blade reaches ayame first.

there is a moment of stillness.

sabito can't believe his katana sliced downward first. her arms are still raised, and she doesn't move as her sleeves fall downwards, exposing the kumihimo cords she has wound around her left wrist.

the fox mask splits in half - sliced vertically in a perfect line. when the wood falls to her shoulders, sabito is shocked to meet shockingly blue eyes.

ayame's lips are parted in surprise. as he watches, her lips curl into a small smile. the slightest twitch of the corners of her lips is both happy and sad.

"sabito..." she murmurs.

sabito can never catch ayame's scent. for the first time, there's a hint of charcoal and something floral lingering in the air, muted by the scent of a summertime rain.

"you did great. remember what you just did, ne?" her voice lowers. "win, okay, sabito? beat that guy too."

sabito glances at hikari in disbelief. she smiles at him encouragingly.

"ayame," he hears himself say, "who do you stay for?"

surprise flits across her features.

"hey," she chuckles sadly, "next time you see tanjirou, be sure to say hi to him. he's so gloomy nowadays."

sabito glances at hikari, but she's disappeared. when he turns back to ayame, she's gone too.

the only thing left in the clearing was the boulder, sliced in half. exactly the same way he had sliced ayame's mask.

#me as a writer #mind drabbles #fog in the summertime #fits #fits au #fits ayame as sabito au #fits hashira au remix #higuchi ayame #sabito #kamado tanjirou #amano hikari #fits au headcanons #i wrote hikari as makomo first #then i remembered she's nezuko in this au #tanjirou has long hair in this au too #but fashions it in a low ponytail like ayame's #my boy has so much trauma #zenitsu is sanemi and inosuke is probably obanai in this au #might have to write this down properly

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Ello ello requesting again!

(I was the one who anonymously requested the foul legacy pile one-

-This one my fav FL creator, Idk why I decided to put it on 'ask anonymously' ( - >-) )

And so I thought of another one:

What if Childe and his foul legacy got separated, like the two has now different bodies, not sharing the same anymore.

Like, you and childe are fighting/sparring again, and then all of a sudden- POOF! -Purple smoke just came out of nowhere where childe was standing.

Confused and also concerned, you called out for him, but then you saw a giant figure in the smoke, you sighed, thinking childe just accidentally changed into his foul legacy. But then you heard... His voice? Now you're even more confused, after the smoke finally subside, you were beyond surprised.

Childe is there and beside him... Was his foul legacy form? Childe too was confused on how it happened, it just did.

After all their confusion and surprise disappear, Foul legacy just tackled you and just nuzzled on your warmth, giving a purr-like sound, Childe on the other hand, sat beside you and leaned his head on top of yours.

Now you have two beautiful and pretty strong gingers with you <3

(Ps I'm working on a little drawing for ya in thx for doing my request :) )

aaaaa anon reveals are always so fun!!! welcome welcome it's so nice to see you <333 and this happens to be one of my FAVORITE AUs that i don't have a name for yet ;-;;; (or maybe i do and i just forgot!!! i'm still open to suggestions <33)

when both Foul Legacy and Childe decide to sit next to you, you're definitely not getting up for a while!! normally the ground would be uncomfortable, but you're so overwhelmed with the coziness of Foul Legacy's fluff and Childe rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand that you don't even notice. Foul Legacy's purrs are even putting you to sleep, something he notices and gladly takes advantage of by snuggling even closer to you!! Childe tries to get both of you up since you do need to sort out the current situation, but you're already half asleep leaning on Foul Legacy's fluff while he happily plays with your hair, and oops!! your hand is gripping Childe's and not letting go so it looks like he'll have to stay sitting down!!

eventually Childe manages to convince Foul Legacy to get up- carrying you, because you're asleep by now- saying that you need to get home and rest, since sparring so much can make your muscles sore. Foul Legacy grumbles and pouts, but follows Childe back to your house (keeping well out of sight so no one freaks out) and curls up next to you on your bed with a cheerful purr. you wake up just the tiniest bit to pull on Childe's sleeve and look up at him, silently asking him to cuddle too, and Foul Legacy trills in agreement like he can read your mind. Childe eventually relents, putting his weapons away and wedging himself next to you under the blanket, watching Foul Legacy lovingly nudge you and snuggle into your shoulder

it makes Childe feel all mushy and soft inside, knowing the part of him that's a feral Abyssal monster still loves and adores you <33

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #childe #tartaglia #chit chat #i remember your last ask i loved it so much!!!!! :D #ALSO PLEASE SHOW ME THE ART WHEN YOU'RE DONE #IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE WITH THAT OF COURSE #sorry for taking so long to answer this life has been busyyyyy #i am open to au name ideas :DDD #short scenario #other's stuff

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 55

anon - I kinda want drunk y/n, but not alcohol drunk, KHONSHU drunk...yk?

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@yikesitskennawrites - Can we have a chapter that shows just how bad caspers dad is? Like y/n is there in person to see it and not just hear about it from casper 👀👀👀

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A/N : this is also all over the place

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, mention of fighting, terrible dad, lots of arguing, the 'L' word, let me know if i missed anything.

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you woke up and felt like a million dollars.

you felt great, and you didn’t know why.

you did get confused thought when you checked your phone and saw that it was two days later.

it took you a few minutes to get up though, just not having the strength too.

you did eventually walk out of your room though.

jake was sleeping on the couch, the tv was still on which meant he fell asleep while watching something.

his hat was pulled over his eyes, which you smiled at before going up to him and slowly reaching a hand out towards his hat.

your wrist was caught a millisecond before you grabbed it though, causing you to dramatically gasp.

“you were awake?” you shouted, surprised at your own volume, which also made jake give you a weird look.

“sorry” you whisper, jake letting go of your wrist so that you could sit next to him.

you just then noticed the cat curled up on his lap, so you smile even wider.

“hiiii luna” you pet the cat, who purrs at you.

“you alright?” jake asks and you just look up to stare at him before turning back to the cat.

“did i not tell you about the after effects?” khonshus voice makes both you and jake flinch, as he was perched on the back of the couch, almost touching you.

“what after effects? what’s wrong with her?” marc questions the bird while you just focus on luna.

“she’s a little.. how would she say.. loopy?” khonshu shrugs and jake scoffs.

“great” he mumbles, catching you before you fall off the couch.

by now, you had stopped letting the cat, and were now leaning forward to connect your forehead to jakes shoulder.

“y/n-“

“papa my head hurts” you whine, feeling jakes hand come up to rub your back in comfort.

“it’ll be alright, princesa” he assures you, and you just sit there.

you focus in on your lettered scars on your forearm, since you were wearing a t shirt.

“i don’t want these anymore” you start to scratch at them, jake holding your wrists to try and stop you.

“i know, but..” he doesn’t know how exactly to comfort you at this specific moment. “but you.. you just have to, okay?” he says in his nicest possible voice, but you push his hand away and keep scratching at them, convinced you could scratch them clean off.

“stop it, you’re hurting yourself-“ you get up and stumble over yourself trying to get away from jake, who was trying to get you to stop.

you didn’t have a single emotion running through you, and you just felt the need to get these six letters off of you.

“if it’s to remind me of who i am, then i don’t want it” marc took control, pulling you to his chest so that your back was flush against it, then pulling your arms apart from each other before you could draw blood.

you just let him, feeling tired all of a sudden.

“but he’s not my dad. you guys are” you complain, and marc sighs.

“we know angel, just try and ignore it-“

“i can’t. i can’t do it” you turn around to look at marc properly.

“honey where did this come from? i thought you wanted to forget about it?” marc asks.

“my brain feels weird” you start. “i don’t want to think that but i still do- i want to forget you have to believe me” you let out a shaky breath.

“that’s okay, you just need to calm down for a minute until the effects wear off” marc nods at you, while tears gathered in your eyes.

“look what you did, khonshu” marc mutters angrily, leading you back to the couch to sit you down before leaving the room for a quick moment.

you don’t know why you were feeling like this. your opinions about things were different than when you last remembered, and it made no sense.

marc came back, and you noticed an item of clothing in his hands.

“what’s that?” you ask, watching as marc sat back down.

“something you can cover your arms with so you quit putting yourself down” he puts simply and you just sigh.

marc pulls the sweatshirt over your head, making you put your arms through the long sleeves.

the sweatshirt was obviously a bit big on you, considering marc had always bought clothes just a size bigger than what would actually fit him.

he said it just feels more comfortable. like he’s not being suffocated.

something about a cave or some shit.

you look down at the navy blue sweatshirt to see a ‘cubs’ logo on it.

“i didn’t know you liked baseball” you observe out loud, and marc nods.

“i got that when layla and i went to a game” he starts, happy at the fact you had gotten easily distracted.

you happily nodded along, urging him to continue.

“it was actually one of the first dates we went on. it was the day i asked her to be my girlfriend actually” he says and you chuckle.

“and she said yes? to you?” you snort, and marc glares at you.

“you are so funny” he deadpans, which makes you laugh harder, burying your face in the sleeves of the sweatshirt.

“but for real, that’s soooo sweet” you smile. “where exactly did you meet mom?” you ask and marc just bites back from grinning to wide.

“that’s a story for another day” he says gently and you yawn.

“but i wanna know” you whine, leaning on marc’s shoulder.

“and you will eventually” he defends himself and those were the last words you heard before falling back asleep, suddenly feeling tired.

“oh thank god” steven mumbles, khonshu finally appearing behind marc on the couch.

“now wait a damn minute- will she be normal when she wakes up? or is she going to-“

“yes, spector she’s fine. just let her sleep it off” he waves marc off, while he scoffs.

“you couldn’t have just- i don’t know, made it so that she felt fine?” marc begins his rant, when he feels your phone start ringing from your pocket in your pants.

“oh shit. who is it?” steven asks after he basically pushes marc out of the way to front.

marc just let him, not wanting to deal with stevens usual attitude.

jake clicks his tongue before speaking. “i thought you didn’t like curses?” he asks rhetorically while steven gently reaches into your pocket.

“i don’t” is all steven says before pulling the phone out of your pocket.

“what does he want now?” jake mockingly complains after seeing that casper was the one calling you.

“do i answer it?” steven asks.

“yes” “no” come two different responses, steven listening to jake and pressing the green button.

“hiya, this is- this is steven” he says quickly and he hears casper take a breath.

“oh hey steven. is y/n okay? i wanted to ask her something” he replies.

steven hums before speaking. “she’s alright, just tired” he starts. “i can pass a message if you want?” he offers.

“sure, i just wanted to- i was wondering if she wanted to come over for dinner. my mom has bread for her” casper tells steven and he smiles.

“i’m sure she’d love to, what time will she be heading over?”

“around 4 if that’s okay”

“i’ll let her know- i’m positive she’ll say yes so she’ll see you then”

“okay thank you” he hangs up, and steven simply chuckles before setting your phone down on the coffee table.

~~~

the next time you woke up, you felt normal again.

this time, remembering what had happened, yet not being able to control your actions.

more like just seeing it like a movie.

you payed no mind to it though, since you didn’t see any of your dads anywhere, making you get up in alarm but cursing at yourself when black dots clouded your vision.

you nearly tripped over your own feet before feeling two arms steady you from in front of you.

you blinked back your vision to see that khonshu was the one who had helped you.

and you figured that out seeing as you almost hit your head on his large beak.

“thank you” you mumble to the bird, who nods and backs up after you steady yourself.

“where’s-“ you cut yourself off when steven comes out of your room, stopping to smile as he sees that you’re awake.

“what were you doing in there?” you ask suspiciously.

“laundry”

“where is it then”

“…”

“steven”

he mumbles something he thought you wouldn’t hear, but of course you did because of your enhanced hearing.

“jake wanted to pet the cats but they are under your bed and he was crying because they wouldn’t come out” he said quickly, and you just chuckle.

“you could’ve just told me” you start, steven coming to talk to you properly. “i wouldn’t make fun of him” you smile.

“oh sweetheart” steven smiles. “yes you would”

“now, a certain someone had called you when you were asleep asking if you wanted to go to his place for supper” he informs you and you nod.

“so can i?” you ask and he nods.

“just no fonduing”

“it’s literally dinner, steven” you turn away from him, seeing him silently laugh before you could fully turn around.

“i’m just kidding. kind of. not really actually” he says almost all at once, and you roll your eyes.

“can we at least walk you there?” marc asks, changing the subject.

“yeah” you answer, checking your phone after picking it up off the coffee table.

“it’s already 3. what time did he want me there?”

“around 4”

“cool”

~~~

“are you almost done? he’s not going to care what you look like” marc knocks on the bathroom door.

“yes he will! i’m greasy!” you yell back, adjusting your clothes and hair in the mirror.

“why do you care about that all of a sudden?” he knocks again, and this time you unlock the door so he can let himself in.

“because i don’t want to fuck it up” you mumble, marc opening the door slowly to stand beside you in the mirror.

“you won’t fuck it up” marc says softly and steven scoffs, shaking his head from said mirror.

“i agree, minus the blasphemy” he starts. “i can tell that he likes you, no need to worry about your appearance”

“how can you tell?” jake asks, referring to the second thing steven mentioned.

“because he looks at her the same way marc looks at layla”

“okay you don’t have the talking stick so shut up” marc interrupts stevens thought process and you scoff.

“hey he’s just answering jakes question, don’t be stupid” you look up at marc with furrowed brows.

“yeah don’t be a panini head”

“okay- well we gotta go, are you ready?” marc asks and you just slowly nod, letting him lead you out of the bathroom to get your shoes on and walk out the door.

it was a nerve wracking ten minute walk, you and marc just being silent while you held his hand on the way there.

you don’t know why you were so nervous all of a sudden.

you think it had something to do with your tingle, single it was lingering in the back of your head.

you did eventually get to casper’s front door, and you just stood there while marc waited for you on the bottom steps.

“go on” he urges you, making you look behind you to see him nodding towards the door.

you let out a sigh and knock, hearing footsteps come to the door before it opens.

it was allison who opened the door again, and once she realized who it was she smiled and opened it wider.

you look back and send one last smile and a small wave to marc before heading inside.

all three of the guys watched with smiles as well before turning to walk back home.

back inside, allison had showed you a drawing she made at school that was hanging on the fridge.

casper came in, and smiled at the fact that you were getting along with his sister so well.

he knew you would get along though, ever since you met her.

she talked about you a lot too, always asking when you would come over or if she would ever get to go on a play date at your house.

casper would simply just tell her that it’s a surprise when the next time you’d be over, not exactly knowing himself.

“see this is you” allison points to a crayon drawn stick figure with h/c, red, and blue hair.

you smile widely. “you are the best artist i’ve ever met” you tell her in all seriousness, now noticing casper coming up behind you.

allison giggled before grabbing onto the hem of your jacket, hiding behind you while casper came up to stand beside you.

“how’ve you been?” he asks, looking you in the eye while you run your fingers through allison’s coily hair, as she was leaning her head on your hip.

“great. school starts in like two days” you roll your eyes at your own statement.

“not too excited, but this is our last year” casper tries to make light of it.

you just groan and casper chuckles while allison let’s go of you to sprint off to her room again, giggling all the way there.

“so yesterday was..”

“don’t even start” you shake your head at him, to which he puts his hands up in surrender.

“fine fine, i was just going to say it was-“

“shush” you interrupted again, so he rolls his eyes and just leads you towards the living room to sit you down on the couch.

“how’s your mom been?” you ask to start conversation.

“she misses you”

“why?”

“you’re very missable”

“aw” you lean your head obnoxiously on his shoulder, as you hear footsteps coming into the room.

“i thought i heard voices” grace comes in with a smile, choosing to stand in the entrance to speak to you.

“hey grace, how is your day?” you ask politely and she smiles even wider.

“better now that there’s a polite teenager in the house” she darts her eyes at casper for a second, which makes him scoff.

“but i’m-“

grace waves him off. “take a joke, casper” she rolls her eyes playfully, and begins to walk back to the kitchen.

“it’s great to see you, y/n” you hear her say before leaving.

“…why does she have to embarrass me like that?” casper mumbles, making you chuckle.

“don’t worry, marc does the same thing” you pat his back gently, careful of the brace he had on under his shirt.

he just smiles before it quickly disappears as you both hear the front door open.

you get confused as casper tenses slightly, making you take a hand off his back.

the door closes and he holds his breath.

you grow concerned as heavy footsteps make their way to where the kitchen is, the living room walls blocking all view from it.

“he wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow” casper whispers to himself.

“who? is that your dad?” you ask quietly and he nods, looking to you.

“you need to leave” he shoots up, grabbing your forearms to urge you to do the same.

“what?- why?” you panic as he leads you to the window, keeping his hands around your arms.

“if he sees you- he knows you exist obviously, you saw him that one day but he’s not-“

he’s interrupted by a man clearing his throat from the doorway to the living room.

and there he was.

casper’s dad. he was scary too, he looks like he hadn’t smiled in years.

“now, i recognize you” he starts. “the girlfriend” he says in disgust.

“and why is she here?” the tall man turns to casper you was tightly gripping your sleeves unintentionally.

“she’s.. we invited her for dinner” he says honestly.

“why?” he deadpans.

it’s dead silent before you decide to build up the courage to speak.

“i can leave if you want me to” you say quietly, making casper look to you in alarm.

“wait- you don’t have to-“ he whispers.

“quiet” capsers dad blurts. “at least introduce us” he says sternly and casper nods, taking his now sweaty hands off of your sleeves, both of you turning to face the man who was standing only a few feet away.

“right- uhm, dad, this is my girlfriend y/n” he begins awkwardly, just to please his father.

“and y/n, this is my dad, reginald” he ends quietly, avoiding any and all possible eye contact with anybody.

“it’s nice to meet you” you mumble, seeming to start some kind of staring contest with the man.

“what of your parents?” he asks, shocking both you and casper.

“what about them?”

reginald just sighs, so you start speaking.

“well i actually have three dads” you start quickly. “they have D.I.D.”

“go on” reginald urges you to continue, while casper looks at you as if telling you that you didn’t have to.

“marc- one of my dads was in the marines, he’s uhm.. married to my mom, layla”

“steven used to work at the museum, and jake had a cab service on weekends” you end quietly and he hums.

“and you? what do you do to better my son?” he asks defensively, casper grabbing your hand to try and make sure you were okay.

“..what?” you ask back, and he shakes his head and begins to elaborate.

“you aren’t slowing him down, are you?” he starts. “he doesn’t need a distraction from his upcoming studies”

first off, why is this bitch talking like it’s the 1800s? and second, how does he have the audacity to say this kind of stuff to you.

he doesn’t even know you, and this guy is worried about you being a distraction?

“dad i already told you, she’s not-“

“i wasn’t speaking to you” reginald interrupts casper, making you scoff.

“i see it within you girl, an unorthodox genealogy” reginald starts again, making you clench your jaw in anger.

“a hybrid that seems particularly… reckless” he finishes his insults, turning back around, but not before giving you a quick glare first.

“grace! i’m going out and that girl better be out of the house by the time i’m back!” you hear him yell throughout the hallways before the front door slammed again.

“y/n i’m so sorry- i didn’t know he’d be home early i would’ve-“

he’s cut off when you both hear a sob come from the kitchen.

“shit” casper mumbles, hooking your elbow with his to speed walk to the kitchen.

when grace noticed you two were there, she wiped the tears off her face and smiled.

“kids, dinner is almost ready” she says casually, ignoring the way her voice cracked at the end of her sentence.

“casper can you go get your sister?” she asks, fighting back tears.

he just simply nods, sliding his hand out of yours to do so hesitantly.

you were left with grace, who was about to plate the food before you spoke up.

“grace.. are you okay?” you ask the simple question, and that was all it took for her to burst into tears again.

you rush to her side to make sure she doesn’t burn herself on anything, and you can tell she was a bit embarrassed from crying in front of you.

you let her lean against you for a minute before she calmed down and stood back up straight.

“i’m sorry y/n, i don’t know what came over me”

“grace you don’t have to apologize you-“ coming to a realization you would address later, you continue. “-it’s not your fault. is he always like that?” you ask softly, not wanting to pry.

she regretfully nods. “i heard what he said to you- he is not the man i married” she shakes her head, facing back towards the food after patting your shoulder lightly.

casper came back with allison, who had no clue what had happened.

allison goes to sit down at the dinner table, while casper approached his mom.

“did he say anything to you?” he asks her, to which she shakes her head.

“not me” she darts her eyes to you, making casper look down at the ground in guilt.

“i didn’t know he’d be home today, i’m sorry” casper says to you and you just shake your head.

“didn’t effect me” you shrug, making grace smile warmly at you.

“really, it’s fine let’s just forget about it hm?” you suggest, earning smiles from both of the harts’ in front of you.

~~~

it was after dinner and you were sitting next to allison, helping her read a book she was given by her teacher, casper right next to you just watching.

he wasn’t watching allison, but you instead.

the way you’d genuinely smile when allison got a word right. or the way you allison would even lean into you at your praise.

he loved it.

never had his sister ever been this close with someone that wasn’t family.

he was happy, but as soon as that door clicked open again earlier than expected it all went to shit.

“i thought i told you to get that thing out of the house” reginald announces, gesturing to you who’s eye twitched at the insult.

allison was already near tears, so you leaned in close to her ear. “you want to go find your mom?” you ask.

she nods quickly and hops off the chair with her book, rubbing off down the hallway.

by this time, you and casper had both stood up, you gathering your jacket and the small container of bread grace made especially for you.

“don’t call her a thing” casper mutters, and you shake your head.

“casper it’s fine”

“it better be, now get out of my house” reginald grits out at you, making you refrain from rolling your eyes.

“dad stop-“

“now you be quiet, we are going to have a talk after it leaves” he says, referring to you.

“no- just shut up! you’re not listening!” casper snaps, shocking both you and his father.

“why are you insulting her? you don’t even know her!” he raises his volume, and you keep shaking your head at him to try and get him to stop.

“quit that, y/n, he doesn’t get to speak to you like that- nobody does”

“and why not? she can’t possibly too important to you” reginald sneers, and you clench your jaw.

“she is important to me!” he runs a hand through his hair quickly while you just sigh tiredly.

“and why is that? why is this insignificant girl important?” casper’s father asks rhetorically, not expecting the quick answer he gives.

“she’s important because i love her!”

this makes you shoot your head towards casper, your lips part in shock as you slowly lose grip on your jacket.

it’s silent for a moment before reginald slams his fist down on the table before speed walking away down the hall, while you just stare at casper.

he just takes in a shaky breath before coming over to you quickly, taking your hand in his and helping you to get outside.

“i’ll walk you home” he mumbles, knowing you could hear him.

it was a silent walk back to your apartment, your hand in casper’s while your eyes were still sort of wide in a form of shock.

you approach the building that you live in, no doubt one of your dads- marc- was up there pacing back and forth and staring out the window while waiting for you to get back.

you stop casper in his tracks, making him turn to you hesitantly, already knowing what’s to come.

“did you.. did you mean it?” you ask in almost a whisper and he sighs, taking a small step closer to you.

he doesn’t answer you right away, which made you worry until you saw the nervousness etched onto his face.

“..if it’s too soon i totally understand” he starts. “and you definitely don’t have to say it back- i just- i would say i was caught up in the moment but it’s still true” he ends quickly and you feel a sudden warmth in your chest.

“i really do love you. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but if it made you uncomfortable you-“

“i love you too” you cut him off in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

“..you do?”

“well yeah, you think i would say i love you and not mean it?” you attempt at a joke and just get an eye roll from casper.

“please get home safe” you bring a hand up to brush a strand of hair out of casper’s face before settling it on his cheek.

“i will. i promise” he nods to you.

you slightly nod back leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before letting him go to walk past him to the door.

“hey- not so fast” casper yanks you back as gently as he can by your forearm, and pulls you into a deep kiss.

you reciprocated it immediately. you had both formed some kind of rhythm, knowing what to do to not make it awkward.

you two stayed lip locked for another 10 seconds before parting for breath.

“happy?” you ask cheekily, lifting an eyebrow.

“very” he says back, and you both smile before he turns around, slowly walking back in the direction of his house.

you smile to yourself before heading inside, grinning stupidly to yourself the whole elevator ride.

“why are you smiling like an idiot?” khonshu appears beside you as you walk out of the elevator and towards your door.

“i’m not” you weakly deny the claim, only hiding your smile behind your sleeve.

“hm. your fathers will not believe you, little knight” he warns and you just roll your eyes, dampening the grin while you unlock and open the door.

marc was the one pacing. obviously.

while steven was the most nervous and fidgety of the bunch, marc tended to be a bit extra when he’s impatient.

he just wanted to be sure you were safe at home with them even though he knew you’d be fine.

“hey- how was it?” he asks you, coming and helping you get your jacket off.

you took your shoes off as you answered. “it went great” you say, not even thinking about casper’s dad.

“and i got bread” you add on, making steven chuckle.

“of course, what would you do without your bread?” jake asks rhetorically and you set the bread down on the counter before moving to sit next to it.

“the counters y/n-“

“you’re forgetting the good part, child” khonshu sits perched next to you on the counter.

your eyes widen a fraction and your smile turns into a scowl in a silent warning.

“good part? oh do tell” steven teases lightly and your face turns red, feeling hotter than the sun.

“nothing” you mumble.

khonshu decided to take it upon himself to tell them all what happened.

“the ghost child said he loved her” he starts, shocking marc. “and the tiny spector said it back” he finishes.

marc looked light he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

“he said he- and you..?” he starts pointing to random spots in the room.

you just nod while steven is the only one who verbally responds at the moment.

“ohmygoshhedid?! i’m so happy for you!”

“steven- just think about this for a second-“

“dios mio-“

“we are losing our little girl to a ghost!” marc exclaims, and you can’t help but laugh.

“you aren’t losing me, dad” you start, getting off the counter to approach him. “i may love him, but i love you guys more” you say honestly.

now as much as you didn’t want to admit, you did love your dads more than casper. but there were solid reasons why.

“you guys saved me. nothing will ever take me away from you” marc makes a face at that.

“you don’t know that-“

“yes i do” you cut marc off, then proceed to latch your arms around his neck in a tight hug that he reciprocated as well.

“he’s a good kid. as much as i don’t want to admit- im happy for you, honey” he presses a kiss into the crown of your head, then you both let go of the hug.

“thank you dad” you turn on your heel to open the fridge, pushing stuff around while trying to find your juice.

“but really, it went well? anything you’d care to tell us?” steven asks as if he knew what happened.

“what did khonshu tell you?” you ask right back, shocking steven with your forwardness.

“why don’t you tell us? khonshus not very good at explaining things” steven suggests and you just sigh, moving past steven to sit on the couch after getting your juice.

“casper’s dad is an ass” you open the bottle and take a sip of it as steven sits down next to you.

“he called me a thing” you start. “and he called me reckless, and his whole family is like scared of him” you shake your head.

“is there anything we could do to help?” steven asks and you shrug.

“he’s almost never home, but when he is i can tell it’s tense” you tell him and he sighs.

“well the next time you see them, tell them they have our support” steven nods to marc and jake you both agree.

“thank you guys, that means a lot” you smile.

“alright, now tell us all about your night. only the good parts though” marc corrects himself, and you do just that.

you told your dads all about the good parts of the night.

bonding with casper’s family, mostly.

you told them all about his sister as well, and how she was doing in school so far since she starts school a bit earlier than you and casper.

and that led to the discussion of your senior year with steven.

he was thrilled you’d be going to school with casper, since he never once said a single bad thing about you.

and he’s never hit you. well, not in a bad way.

you know.

anyways, right before you went to sleep for the night, your senses went completely haywire for a minute- and then just stopped.

you didn’t know why, and neither did your dads or khonshu.

you assumed it was just another weird thing.

but unknown to you, it wasn’t.

here’s the thing, casper promised to get home safe.

but he never really made it all the way home.

and you had no idea grace would be calling you in the morning asking when he’d be back.

you had no idea that the person that had been essentially stalking you had finally made himself known in the form of abducting casper.

you didn’t know of the troubles that lie ahead.

would you make it out alive? would casper? would your dads?

i guess you won’t know.

not for now at least.

~~~

A/N : did i take forever with the chapter? yes. am i going to tell you what’s going to happen next, even a hint? no. hope you enjoyed and are all doing well, and i’ll see you in the next chapter >:)

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[minxraven]

It's not what I'm used to writing actually, but I'm looking to improve my writing and bring out the best for you.

English is not my language and I've never posted anything here, I'm using Google translator so forgive me for mistakes!!

Warnings: jealousy of both boys, Sn being a victim of hate, ending and beginning of a new relationship

Word count: 1k+ (1406)

•you and Javon had a relationship that lasted from 2020 to early 2021.

•you were the victim of a hate attack by Javon's fans, and that made your psychological shake.

•Javon didn't want to finish "Why? We love each other baby, don't do this to me".

•"I can't take it anymore Javon, these people just want to see me badly" you said through your tears.

•Javon understood that you were not okay with this relationship, so he let you break up with him, with the thought that one day you would still date again.

•in 2021 you met Miguel, you participated in the cast of "The Black Phone" and there you met the moreno.

•you guys soon became best friends, the movie came out and as expected it rocked.

•Again you are the victim of hate, deja vu was on your mind.

•Miguel didn't allow you to walk away like he did Javon.

•Javon noticed that the brunette always appeared on his ex-girlfriend's social media, which made him jealous.

•Definitely Javon and Miguel don't get along!!

•You're still friends with Javon, so you tried to make the two of you friends (spoiler: it didn't work out as well as you thought)

•Javon looked like he got into Ashtray's character, frowning and arms crossed the entire time.

•Miguel soon got into the character of Robin too, sarcastic and grumpy.

•You wanted to give up but you loved them both so you had to make them get along

__Anda Sn, who do you prefer? Me or Tarzan? - Javon says smiling sarcastically to Miguel

__ This is envy because I have hair and you don't? - The brunette said even more sarcastically.

"Take it hard, Tarzan." Javon closed his smile, keeping his face closed.

__What did I do to deserve this? - you said sinking into your chair

•The boys soon started fighting over who you would stay with

•In a live where only you and Miguel were together, Daelo came in and was talking to the two

__Sn go back to my brother, I can't stand him saying that you should go back with him and one for Tarzan to let you go - the little one said with a sad look, you were a good friend of Javon's family and their separation affected the relationship with the Walton family

“Is he seriously calling me Tarzan even around his family? This boy is obsessed with me, he can only - Miguel grumbles but it seems that the followers present in the live heard, since the crowd started talking about it

•You always said to yourself "I will never kiss my ex"... It seems like you lied to yourself

• One night, when you got together with Javon and his other friends, you ended up staying, Miguel was hurt because he was liking you too

•You made it clear to Javon that you weren't coming back, and he understood and said he was trying to move on too.

•That night Miguel disappeared from the circle of friends, you got worried about the boy and tried to look for him by the look

__Go after him - Javon said looking at you sitting on the couch - I know you like him

You gave Javon an apologetic look, you knew the boy was still into you, but you also knew that your heart belonged to the guy with the long hair, who plays guitar and is a great friend.

He loved your room, he said it was you in the shape of a room, the furniture, the drawings on the wall, the decor, all reminded him of you and he felt a certain comfort in that room. you knocked on the door slightly open and receiving no sound at all you entered, you saw his silhouette in the dark, he was with his arms crossed in front of the room, the full moon illuminated his curls and the apple of s

__ You know, I was wrong - you whispered in his ear, causing butterflies in the stomach of the guy in front of you - earlier this year I ended a relationship because people didn't like to see the two of us together

You see the boy tilt his head a little to the side, indicating that he was listening and asking you to continue

“I thought I still loved Javon, I do, in a way. But not like before, before I felt butterflies in my stomach every time I saw him, I felt that comfort you feel in the person you love.

With one of my hands I hold his wrist making him turn to me, his eyes now meet mine making me shy

I love you Miguelito... I always loved you and I didn't realize it, maybe I still thought I loved Javon, but it was you... I didn't want to make you sad today when I kissed the other, but I wanted to know if I still felt the same way about Javon

__And did you feel it? - I hear your whisper, your voice penetrating my ears like beautiful songs, your voice sweet and delicate

__No, because the only person I love is you

Silence, for a few seconds I only hear silence. His eyes a little wide, his gaze soon drops from my eyes to my lips, exchanging short glances his lips soon become fit with mine. Our mouths fitting together perfectly, like a magnet, his breath from the raspberry drink he drank minutes ago mingling with mine,one of his hands going down from my shoulders to my waist and the other going to reach my neck, my arms cross his neck, going over his shoulders and finding his long, soft strands of hair, my fingers start playing with Miguel's hair. My kiss with Javon a few minutes ago was totally different from this one, that one was from an old flame in which today only friendship remains, but this one... This is the beginning of a new passion, a new love. Unfortunately, the lack of air has been coming between us, causing us to separate, his forehead drops to mine, a hug comes up, my face fits into the crook of his neck and I end up inhaling its perfume, a light smell of wood, reminding me of the forest

__Are you using the perfume I gave you?

__Yes - that's what I heard

•You have decided to have a relationship that is private for the time being, without the public knowing

•Only close friends and family knew

•You finally made Javon and Miguel friends, the two of them still fight but support each other more now

•You're happy with your new relationship, and that's what matters.(Bonus)

__Stay quiet Tarzan - Javon and Miguel are fighting again, the three of you along with Mason and his brother Adam then heading to the mall to meet the rest of their friends

__Oh my god I can't take this anymore - You hear your brother complain making you laugh

At least I have hair, I'm bald - Miguel teases looking at the back seat since he was in the passenger seat with a smile on his face - What shampoo do you use?

"I wouldn't," Mason said, stirring up the fight.

"Ah, you hijo de puta" - Javon said already stressed and pushes his body forward a little.

__Hey hey hey, no fighting you two, especially baby - you said referring to your car

I shouldn't have taught you that, you baldhead - said Miguel holding her thigh.

•Let's say they both obey you, after all, they're not even crazy to challenge you

tu calvo = sua careca

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[fuyunoakegata]

Day 18: Nightwing by Chuck Dixon or Nightwing by Tom Taylor

That is actually a harder question for me than you realize, because I don't want to say Dixon. I far preferred Nightwing comics then, BUT... you can start seeing Dixon's political views creeping in.

I'm going to climb up on my soapbox for a bit. And I understand if you don't want to read or reblog this one

One of the comics I always see people hold up as a prime example of just how good Dixon is and how well he can write the Batboys is Nightwing 25, The Boys, aka the train surfing issue. And I'll admit, I like the idea of Dick taking Tim train surfing and brotherly bonding, etc. But if you re-read it, you'll see Tim slut-shames Dick for "having had several girlfriends". Except some of the names he has Tim bring up weren't even people Dick dated (like Donna).

Dixon tried so hard to demonize the idea of characters having sex that it came across as homoerotic subtext, which got him even more angry, because he's homophobic 😑

Now, I know this particular example isn't Dick Grayson, but it definitely gets the point across... Dinah and Babs, from Birds of Prey 21.

Want to hear how Dixon told the artist (Butch Guice) about how to draw this particular scene?

PANEL FOUR Canary crouches and holds Oracle to her. Oracle is curled in a fetal position and dripping wet. The more drama you can squeeze from this the better. We’re going for The Pieta as opposed to anything that HINTS of the sexual. This scene is apparently RIPE for misinterpretation (or OVERinterpretation.) by some of our readers.

I'll let you Google his comments on Don't Ask, Don't Tell. Or his association writing with Vox Day on Alt-Hero. Or how SJWs are injecting politics into comics. Actually, no, wait. I've got that one bookmarked still. Or how he was blacklisted by DC due to his political views (hint: he wasn't, also, he self described his political affiliation as "far to the right of Genghis Khan"). Or his association with Comicsgate.

While I do appreciate him writing a disabled yet still kick-ass Babs, Steph didn't fare nearly as well at his hands: he writes Tim constantly judging her, lecturing her that abortion would be wrong. Dixon makes it very obvious Tim, such a morally upstanding young hero, absolutely could NOT be the father of Stephanie's child.

More recently, Dixon made comments about the revelation that Tim is now bi.

"But by introducing the idea that a character is gay or bisexual, you are introducing the sexual aspects of it. You are saying the word and I just don’t think it has a place. I know kids don’t really read these things anymore and they’re written for adults, but it just seems like a weird way to go. In a medium filled with characters who run around in masks, and capes, and boots, it just seems to approach the fetishistic to explore their sexuality in any way. Even just to hint at it. Which I imagine is what this comic is doing. It’s simply hinting at what might happen in between the panels or in between issues. So I don’t see any point to it"

This from the same Dixon who wrote Birds of Prey 8, which arguably led to Dick and Babs later coming together as a couple. If writing a character as bi or gay is introducing sexuality into the story, isn't writing a character as heterosexual doing that as well?

There are things I loved about that era of comics that we absolutely don't get now. But the more I re-read the older stories, I wonder how much we ignored or forgot and just remembered fondly as the good ole days with rose tinted glasses...

So I guess my ultimate answer is Tomasi 😁

Editing to make perfectly clear:

You're allowed to read who you want; I'm not saying you can't enjoy Chuck Dixon stories; heck, I regularly re-read several of them. I'm just saying sometimes it's good to know where someone is coming from, because their views can seep into the story, so being aware of any biases they have so you can notice them and how they can impact the story is important.

Dixon didn't like anything he considered sexual promiscuity, so he retconned Bruce as never having actually slept with any of the many women he's portrayed with in his playboy persona (all those women were embarrassed that he didn't sleep with them specifically, so they unwittingly all propped up that fiction that he did for all these years).

See how that changes things?

See how the train conversation with Dick and Tim comes across? Or his treatment of Stephanie here and in the Robin comics?

It's the JK Rowling argument. Enjoy what stories you want, but be aware of the beliefs lurking beneath the surface.

#31dod #31dod2023 #day 18 #anti chuck dixon rant #which im slightly sorry for but incapable of not giving

[kiwiswonders]

Day 1 (21.02): B.C. – 500 // Memories ||  @historical-hetalia-week  ||  Reminiscing about Rome

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