#and pretty much my comfort series so I'm happy no matter what as long as it's adapted well and it is!!!

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

a picture-perfect proposal.

Spencer Reid picture-perfect.

Spencer Reid had no idea when he came home from a long case that his new neighbor would be the love of his life. And together they would create the picture-perfect life.

A four-part series.

18+

Fluff. Smut. The Criminal Minds team being the Criminal Minds team. Love story.

This part is going to be a little bit longer and much dirtier than the first part of the story. I'm writing this in a particularly turn on part of my life, and i don't have a man to help me with that so i write. and I hope that I didn't make it too dirty, too raunchy. It does contain a lot of sex. Meeting the team. Spencer and his girlfriend come clean about some things.

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It's been six months since y/n Met Spencer Reid in her hallway. In that time, they have tried to get used to the fact that he Won't be around very often. It's something that neither one of them enjoys.

In that amount of time, y/n and Spencer have learned to cherish every second that they spend together. So it's not unusual for her to wake up and Spencer's arms on his days off. Still tangled up together after falling asleep after a night of passionate love making. Something that she missed this morning as you woke up and there was no Spencer in your bed despite the fact that it is his day off. It wasn't until you heard the shower running that you realized Spencer had woken up before you and decided to take a shower.

You start to shuffle around in bed a little bit, trying to get more comfortable. But no matter how much you moved, you weren't going to be able to ignore the ache in your center. It's the Ache that only Spencer can relieve. You're not sure why you're missing him so bad after last night, you should be good for a while, but then again, it is Spencer Reid and you can never get enough of him. You hear the shower go off and you can't stop thinking about wet, naked Spencer. Something about that man that does something to you.

Spencer comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. One of your pretty pink ones. It's a sight to see really. (Yes, this is a nod to him as Chip Taylor in the movie 68 Kill. I couldn't help it.)

"Morning beautiful" you heard Spencer say.

" Good morning handsome" you replied.

" I was hoping to make it back into bed before you woke up. I'm sorry. I know how much you love waking up in my arms, and I know that I sure love having you wake up there. I miss you so much when I'm away baby" he says, coming closer to the bed.

"It's OK. I woke up and saw you weren't there and then started missing you. And was afraid that maybe last night was just a dream. But when I heard the shower running, I remembered that you were here. And then there's the fact that I don't sleep naked unless you're here. So." She said with a chuckle.

"Well, yes, there is that. I don't sleep naked unless I'm with you either". Spencer told her, getting closer to the bed. 

"So how are you feeling This morning, sweetie". Spencer asked.

"well I'm feeling um", she said Shifting slightly in the bed. "Horny" She whined.

"Really. Even though I took such good care of you last night." Spencer asked, getting closer to the bed before removing his towel and showing off his full body to her.  That didn't exactly help her current state. That was until he got closer to the bed and got under the covers with her that she finally started to feel relief once he pushed inside.

"Is this what you needed?" He asked. Is He was beginning to move slowly.

"Yes, this is exactly what I needed. Thank you, Spencer." She said as he began to pick up the pace a little bit more. 

"I would say I don't know how you could need more after the night we had, but I understand it because I need you too. So I was really happy to hear that you wanted me."

He Made sweet, gentle love to her three times that morning. There are both so happy that Spencer didn't have a case. They had the whole weekend all to themselves. Unfortunately though, the Reality of life came when Monday morning came along. Spencer's phone started ringing at 8:00 in the morning as he was making love to her once again. Spencer couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice when he heard JJ on the other end of the phone. saying that he had a case.

JJ Understood his disappointment, but only because she thought that he was happy to have some time off.  Catching up on his reading. Get some much-deserved sleep, maybe have a nice meal, sleeping in a bed that wasn't a hotel bed. She had no idea about his girlfriend. No one on the team does at this point, only Luke Alvez. And he kept his promise to Spencer and didn't tell anyone about. Y/N

"OK, JJ I'll be there soon" Spencer said with a sigh, hanging up the phone. he looked at Y/N And she could see the disappointment in his face. 

"Is it a case?" she asked with a sigh. Tucking. her head into his side. 

"Unfortunately, yes. I'm so sorry".

" Hey, it's OK. I knew the consequences of getting involved with the FBI, man. Doesn't make it any easier for me, but".

" Well, the good news is I'll be able to come back. The case is local, so. I won't have to be gone as long. Might still have to stay in a hotel though if it's Too far away from home and Emily doesn't let me come back home. But she might. And then We can still spend the nights together"

" I would like that. I would like that very much. You know, I do miss you terribly when you're gone. I don't know if you miss me as much as I miss". She was cut off with a kiss to the lips. 

"I miss you like crazy". Spencer told her. "I miss you too".

Spencer made his way into the station. And found out what the case was about. He was pretty much just going through the motions at this point, trying to get back home. As a profiler, he knows to try to keep a straight face, a poker face if you will, which should be easy for Spencer Reid, giving that he is from Las Vegas. Today, however, the lovesick boy took over and he lost his poker face. He was looking at a picture of his girlfriend on his phone when Rossi came up behind him.

"Who's that?" Rossi asked.

"Ohh, she's. Um." Spencer tried to come up with a lie. He tried to come up with it quick.

"Is that a girl?" He could hear JJ saying from behind him.

"um, you know what? I think there's something happening, uh, this paperwork over here?" Luke tried to help Spencer.

"What paperwork?  I didn't think there was any paperwork to be done. We don't file paperwork until after the case is done, Luke, you know that". JJ told him.

"Thank you, Luke. You tried. I appreciate it, I really do", Spencer said. With a sigh, setting down his phone.

"This is.y/n She was my new neighbor and now she's my girlfriend".

"Girlfriend?!". Everyone's shrieked Except for Luke.

"How we're just finding out about this? How long has it been?" Prentiss asked.

 "Six months" 

"six months and it is telling us about her now. We have to meet her. Please, we have to meet her. Is this why you sounded so disappointed when I called you about the case? Oh my God, were you in bed with her? OH, did I call you during sex? ". JJ said.

"Yes, I was in bed with her at the time. I had to leave her to come do this case and I've been missing her like crazy. I didn't mean to hurt anyone by not telling you, it's just personal. And the last time I had a girlfriend it didn't work out because she got killed in front of me and I don't know, I guess I just didn't want to jinx it." Spencer explained.

"We understand, reid. It's OK. Would you be alright with us meeting her though? I am throwing a party next week and I think that it would be nice for her to come, and we could all meet her. But only if you're comfortable with it". Rossi asked.

"I would like that. I would like for everyone to get to meet her. I love her so much. I'll ask her if she'd like to meet you. I'm sure she would."

Spencer came home that night and pitched the idea to her about meeting the team. 

"Something happened today. I was looking at a picture of you on my phone. I got so distracted that I didn't notice Rossi coming up behind me and he saw you. Now the whole team knows about you, and they want to meet you."

She was both excited yet nervous at the same time. Excited because she really wanted to meet the people that were so important to him and in his life all the time.

Finally, the night of the party came after three excruciatingly long days. Spencer was all Hers. again.

She stood in her bedroom looking through her dresses. She only really had two nice dresses to wear for such an event. both of them Kind of like cocktail dresses in a way. One with silver and one with a dark blue velvet like dress.

She walked out into the living room and asked Spencer which one he liked better, holding both of them up on hangers.

Spencer looked at her his mouth dropping as she stood there wearing her black lace bra and panties.

"Spencer?". She asked, moving the dresses up and down. 

"Which one do you like?"

 Spencer got up from this chair that he was sitting in. And walked slowly over to her. 

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. 

"Yes, that's what I need right now". 

"I love what you're wearing right now". he whispered to her his lips so close to her right ear.

"Thank you, Spencer. Unfortunately, I can't go to a party with your coworkers wearing this".

" Well, no, you couldn't really do that. You're right about that, but. You asked me which one I like better. But. Yeah. If I have to go with you actually wearing a dress, I'll say the blue one. Then that way we can match". He said, pointing to the. Blue shirt and pants that he was wearing. The sleeves of his shirt rolled back.

"OH my gosh I didn't even notice when I saw you there. So sexy but didn't really. Notice that what you had on was blue. so We are going to be the cute little matching couple."

"Yes, but only if you want to be. If you want to wear the silver one that's fine, but I personally really love the blue one."

"Then the blue one it shall be".

"I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep my mind off of what you're wearing underneath that dress though." Spencer told her, watching her walk away.

"You can think about it and then you can take it off of me when we get back home tonight". She offered as she walked into the bedroom to finish getting ready.

At this point, Spencer wasn't really sure that he was going to make it to the end of the night. The drive to Rossi's house seemed to pass quickly. It seemed like no time at all before they were pulling up in front of his house, the house that was all full of cars. They were the last ones to get there. 

"Are you ready?" He asked, holding her hand before they got out of the car. 

"I think so, yes. This is a lot of cars, a lot of people. OK, I'm not really Used to crowds". She said Taking a deep breath.

"Don't worry, they're going to love you." Spencer reassured her before giving her a kiss and getting out of the car. Walking over to the other side to open the door for her and help her out.

They got out of the car and began walking up the driveway to Rossi's front door.

 The sound of her black high heels sounding so loud echoing in her head.

Before she knows it. Spencer is ringing the doorbell and JJ is answering the door.

She has no idea who this pretty blonde is wearing a purple dress, but she knows that she could definitely be competition for her.

"Spence hi!" She greeted him with a hug. "Oh my gosh, you must be y/n. OH, you're just as pretty as you were in your picture on Spencer's phone." She said before hugging her.

I'm Jennifer, but all of my friends call me JJ and I know that we're going to be friends, so feel free to call me JJ.

"Come on in, the whole team is waiting to meet you".

 Spencer took her by the hand, walking her through Rossi's spacious living room, through the kitchen and out into the backyard where everyone was.

Her chest began tightening, it beginning to be a little bit difficult for her to breathe as she was becoming overwhelmed with the amount of people that she was seeing. But Spencer's grip on her hand. Made her feel safe. She knew that she was always safe with Spencer.

"Oh my God is this her?!!" She heard another blonde shrieking. As she began running to her.

A blonde wearing a bright pink dress and high heels that were equally as bright. With the big flower on the side of her head. 

"Hi, I'm Penelope Garcia. Oh my God, she's so cute. Spencer, why didn't you ever tell us about her before?" She asked Spencer before pulling his girlfriend into a bear hug.

Before Spencer could answer. Rossi came over.

" So this must be the lovely Y/N I wish that I could say I've heard a lot about you, but I only recently found out about you. But if Reid like shoe, then you must be a wonderful young lady. My name is David Rossi by the way. I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself."

"Oh, it's OK. Yes, I'm Y/N But I guess you already knew that from Spencer, right? I'm sorry, I'm not good at crowds or at parties. I Don't get out very much."

"No need to apologize or be nervous. As a profiler, I can see that you are nervous and there's no reason to be here. We are all a family, and you are now part of our family."

One by one, the rest of the team introduced themselves and gave her a hug before they sat down to a wonderful meal. Rossi really went all out tonight. As he always does. there was Lasagna. Ravioli. Tortellini. Fettuccine Alfredo.

Everyone was eating and having a good time. That was until it happened, something that Spencer thought was going to shake his world forever.

Penelope asked the question. "Why haven't you told us about her before now? I'm starting to get very Nervous because the last time you kept something like this from us, something big, you ended up in prison".

Spencer never told his girlfriend that he was in prison.

Everyone at the table gasped, and then the whole place went silent, everyone looking at Spencer. Spencer looked at his girlfriend. She wasn't saying anything, she was just frozen. Slowly, she turned her head to look at him before whispering. "Prison?".

The sadness in her voice, like a dagger through Spencer's heart. 

"Yes, prison I..i" was all Spencer could get out.

"Oh my God, did you not know? Did she not know?" Penelope said quickly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know that you didn't tell her." 

"Can we go to the other room and talk about this?" Spencer asked quickly.

"Yes".

Spencer got up, then pulled out her chair, taking her by the hand. going to Rossi's living room. 

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I didn't know how to. I didn't do the crime that I was Accused of. I Within Mexico. Trying to get some help from my mom. You know my mom, right? I did tell you about her. And I was accused of murdering the woman that I was buying the medication from, but I didn't do it. It was my nemesis who framed me for murder. And I spent three months in prison. And it was horrible. But I didn't know how to tell you that because I didn't want you to think badly of me or. Think that I was just as bad as your ex-boyfriend. I really do love you and I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to keep it from you. I just didn't know how to tell you. Please forgive me". Spencer explained, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Spencer, I forgive you. I'm not mad at you. I'm hurt. I'm not hurt because you didn't tell me. I'm hurt because you felt like you couldn't tell me. But I understand because there's something that I kept from you to my ex-boyfriend wasn't just lousy in bed, he was a lousy man altogether. He was very abusive. And that's why I had to learn how to fake orgasms because. If I didn't have sex with him. And didn't make him believe that I enjoyed it. He would hit me and threaten to kick me out on the street, and I didn't have anywhere to go. So I just had to keep faking it. Sex was not something that was enjoyable or pleasurable to me. It was a punishment, Until one day when I had enough. And I packed up when he went to work and used every bit of money that I had saved to buy the apartment that was next to you. That was the best day of my life, meeting you and finally knowing that there are good men in this world and I know that you didn't do anything wrong to be put in prison and I'm so sorry."

"I didn't mean to make you have sex with me if you didn't want to. I never meant to.." His words were cut off by. Y/n

"You are fine. I love having sex with you. I never thought that it could be something that I could actually enjoy, but with you, it's everything that people ever said that it was."

"Really?". He asked, holding her hand.

"Yes, really. You're going to keep your promise to me and Make Love to me when we get home, right?"

"Of course, but as long as you want it".

"Spencer, with you, I will always want it".

Spencer kissed her and then they walked back out hand in hand to finish dinner. 

"I'm so sorry". Penelope said. "I didn't know that you didn't know. I didn't know that she didn't know."

" It's OK. It's better that it's out in the open now. We both got a lot of stuff out and it's better this way. We shouldn't keep things from each other, and now we won't. It's fine. Can we continue having dinner now?" 

"Yes, let's eat bon Appetit". Rossi said.

The ride back home seems so much longer than the ride to get there, both of them just wanting to have each other so badly. If Spencer Reid was less of a man, he just would have taken his girlfriend right in the back seat of his car. But Spencer is a romantic and would never do something like that.

The dark blue dress that she was wearing was going to drive Spencer crazy all night long. Well, as long as they are at the party anyway. Spencer really wanted nothing more than to bring her back home and have his way with her. He was so glad when the party was over. Driving a little bit faster than usual because you couldn't wait to get back home and be with y/n.

" Your dress. My God, your dress. You look so beautiful. I know that I keep telling you this, but you just are just so beautiful."

" Thank you, honey."

The dark blue button up that he was wearing, with the sleeves slightly rolled up was driving her just as insane as the dress was driving him.

As soon as they were inside, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Kissing y/n with passion before His fingers found the zipper of the dress, slowly unzipping it down her back. It's as though he wanted this moment to last forever. she didn't know that a zipper could be undone this slowly. Once the zipper hit the bottom of the track of the dress, he pulled it off of her shoulders, allowing the dress to pull to her feet. He watched the fabric slide down y/n's body as it did. Before looking up to see the Black Lacy underwear set that she was wearing underneath the dress.

" Did you wear this for me?" He asked her before kissing you on the lips.

" Yes, I did." You answered him between kisses.

"y/n Can I ask you something?"

" Of course."

He asked her a question between kisses.

" If I." (kiss) " Was a dessert." (kiss) " What kind of dessert would I be?" (kiss)

" You would be." (kiss)

Spencer's lips now made his way to her neck, kissing the spot that drives her mad.

" You would be." (moan) "My favorite dessert" she moans.

" Good answer" he said, before kissing her on the lips again. " Do you want to know what kind of dessert you would be?"

" Yes."

" You would be". (kiss) Then he Whispered right in her ear. " The desert I couldn't get enough of. The only dessert that I couldn't keep off of my mind. The only dessert that I would lose my mind if I didn't have. The only dessert that I have an insatiable appetite for."

He told her before picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist and carrying her into their bedroom.

" Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to have some of my favorite dessert right now" he told her as he laid her on the bed before pulling down her underwear.

All she could do was Pant in anticipation, waiting for him to touch her.

" So beautiful" he said, before he put his head down and began licking her.

After one lick, he began moaning.

" So delicious. You don't mind if I just help myself to my favorite dessert, do you? He said before taking a suckle on her Clit.

" Ohh God Spencer, yes" she moaned out.

" Yes. Do you mind if I help myself to some of my favorite dessert? You want me to stop?"

" Spencer No, don't stop."

"OK, baby, I won't." He told her before going back down. The pleasure that he was giving to her was something she would never get used to. And would always be something that she craved. She moaned. She ran her fingers through Spencer's hair.

She orgasmed twice just from his mouth. 

"Spencer, please, I need to have you inside of me", she panted out. 

 Spencer wasted no time. He thought he was going to explode before being able to be inside of her. She was so wet and ready for him that he slid in with absolutely no resistance, both of them moaning out at the pleasure.

He moved so slowly inside of her fingers, in her laced with hers as he kissed her lips and neck. After they both Orgasmed together. They both laid in bed, cuddled in each other's arms, still panting, trying to get their breath back from such pleasure. 

"Was that worth the wait?" y/n asked.

"Are you kidding me? That was amazing. Unfortunately, though, we do need to get cleaned up". Spencer said. 

"Well, OK, a shower then?". y/n Suggested.

"A shower I think would be nice".

 His girlfriend reluctantly got herself out of his arms, attempted to leave the bed. But her legs were absolute Jelly.

She almost fell back down. 

Spencer told her "maybe a bath would be better" with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, I think a bath would be good".

 Spencer kissed her. And went to the bathroom to draw the bath, putting in the vanilla bubble bath, the water steaming up the bathroom before he went back into the bedroom and carried her in. He held her up next to the tub and had her hold on to the side of the tub while he got in before helping her get in and sitting right in front of him. His arms wrapped around her instantly.

All of their secrets out in the open, all of their love known to Spencer's entire team. There was nothing left to hide anymore. There was nothing left to be nervous about. They are in love and plan on staying that way for the rest of their lives. They had a wonderful four days before Spencer was called away on another case. They knew that it was only a matter of time and spent every second that they could together. They truly were the love of each other's lives.

One night, four months after the team had met Her. Spencer lit a bunch of candles in His bedroom.

Before inviting his girlfriend over. Actually, he lit candles up pretty much all over the living room as well. Spencer let her into the apartment, and she walked in gasping at how many candles there were.

"Wow, this is a lot of fire" she said with a smile. 

"Well, I have something really special that I want to say tonight and, uh, I thought candlelight was the best way to ask. Wanted to make it as romantic as possible". He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Where she saw all the candles lit and red rose petals. On the bed, in the shape of a heart. He let go of her hand, and when she turned around, there he was, on one knee with a diamond Ring in his hand.

"y/n I love you so much. When I'm not with you I feel like I'm going insane. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life and I would love and be honored if you would be my wife".

 She began crying immediately before saying yes. He slid the ring on her finger and kissed her hand before moving up her body and kissing her on the lips. 

"The beds are ready for us, my beautiful fiancé". He said before kissing her once more. "But only if you want me to Make Love to you right now".

" Spencer Reid, I want nothing more than for you to Make Love to your fiancé. I want nothing more than to have my fiancé inside of me".

 That night, Spencer made love to her in a way that felt different than the other times. It felt like it was the beginning of a new journey, a new chapter for both of them. It truly was a picture-perfect proposal.

Wow, that was a lot of 4552 words. I hope that I didn't make it too boring and I hope to have the next chapter done Faster than I had this one done. But again, being a caregiver doesn't leave me very much time to write. So I brainstorm and then I try to write the best story that I can. Please leave comments, they help keep me motivated.

#spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #dr spencer reid #mgg #criminal minds #dr reid #reid #spencer reid smut

[upperranktwo]

Since S3 has finished I can start doing my rewatch and doing my gifsets per episode for it!!! Been waiting to do these since it started asdhadadas 

#I was gonna do it as the series aired but then I thought I'd wait so I can do a rewatch !!!!!!!! #not that I don't have this shit on almost everyday of the damn week but shhhhh #I'll start those next week!!!!!! I know some of you do like them so I'm excited to start <33333 #sky rambles #I rlly enjoyed S3!!! I know some ppl found it a bit boring but whatever I'm biased since this is my fave series #and pretty much my comfort series so I'm happy no matter what as long as it's adapted well and it is!!! #Although.... when do/uma dies I will not watch that lmao because I'll probably be sick from crying #that'll be the only time I skip something sadiaskdausudasdasdsadas can you tell I love him!!!!!!! #thought this series was fun!!!!! and it means that my boy gen/ya is getting more merch and as his mother I need it all b/c I love him!!!

[st-eve-barnes]

You know that I'm no good (chapter 1)

(modern Aegon x Reader, modern Sihtric x Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +1900

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All my fics are also on AO3

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It started on a random Friday night in your favorite club in Winchester. The music playing in the background was upbeat and happy, some 90’s song that usually always lifted your mood, but tonight even that wasn’t working. You were in a bad head space and nothing seemed to be able to pull you out of it, not even the Vengaboys blasting through the speakers.

You let yourself slump down into one of the booths next to Helaena. She recognized that look on your face immediately, having been your closest friend for over 5 years, and without asking she handed you her drink. You eagerly grabbed the glass from her hands and gulped down the entire thing, not even caring what was in there, as long as it was alcohol. 

Maybe getting drunk would put you in a better mood, or at least make you forget about the reason you weren’t.

And that reason was pretty damn stupid. A guy. You hated being that girl who let her entire evening be ruined by some guy.

Except that he wasn’t just some guy of course. 

Sihtric was the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. Tall and lean, muscular but with a softness to him as well. His dark hair was long and curly and braided at the top. He looked like a hot Viking straight out of that Netflix show, way too attractive for this damned modern world. And his eyes, one brown, one blue, as unique as the rest of him. 

Even though you had never exchanged words with him you knew he was special, and good. A good, gorgeous man you would never, ever have and that idea depressed the fuck out of you.

You put your empty glass down on the table in front of you and let out an overly dramatic sigh.

“Okay, you are single handedly sucking all the positive energy out of the room, what’s going on?” Helaena asked.

“Sihtric,” you sighed.

“Babe, still?”

You nodded your head while Helaena shook hers. Being your best friend she of course knew all about your secret crush that had been going on for far too long. She would never say it out loud because she was too nice but you knew she wanted to tell you to get over it already.

”He just…he doesn’t even notice me, Hel. No matter what I do, or don’t do. He just doesn’t see me, what do I have to do, huh? Dance around naked on the bar?”

Helaena turned to you and let her eyes meet yours, her expression calm as always as she put her hand on your shoulder,”Okay, first of all, don’t do that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her.

“You should never have to try so hard to get a man to notice you,” she continued,”I swear to you, they are not worth it. Jace, back me up here.”

Jace, sitting on the couch opposite yours with his group or friends, looked up from behind his drink and confirmed,”We’re not worth it.”

You gave them both a smile now.

Helaena looked at you again,”Why don’t you just go find some nice random hot guy to spend the night with and forget about Sihtric for a while?”

You sighed,”I don’t wanna fuck some random hottie.”

“I didn’t say fuck,” Helaena pointed out.

“Okay, I don’t want to hang out and/or fuck some random hottie. I want him. Besides, it’s not like random hotties are knocking down my door.”

“They should, because you are gorgeous,” Helaena stated while she placed her hand on your arm and squeezed it softly. You gave her a thankful smile, you knew her words were meant well but she was your best friend, she was supposed to say things like that, it didn’t mean they were actually true. Of course they weren’t.

“Clearly Sihtric doesn’t think so,” you sighed deflated.

“Then he is blind, Jace, please help me out here.”

“I wish you guys would leave me out of your boy drama, but fine, want me to give you some real helpful advice? The quickest way to get a man to notice you is to start dating someone else. Guys are stupid and we always want what we can’t have.”

“Oh, yes, he is right,” Helaena nodded, suddenly very enthusiastic about that idea,”Seeing you with someone else might just spark his interest. You should find a guy to make him jealous.”

“Sure, okay, I’ll just pick one out of the long line of suitors that are just waiting for me to beckon them,” you joked.

She narrowed her eyes at you,”One of our friends can do it, you don’t actually have to date him, just act as if you are.”

“And who do you suggest I ask then?”

“I don’t know, let’s see, who’s a friend and looks pretty?” she looked around the room and your group, looking for possible candidates,”Hmm, maybe Aemond…”

“Aemond?! Seriously? I know he’s your brother but no way, Hel, he’s never spoken a word to me, he’s pretty but he scares me.”

“He’s harmless, and very single,” she pointed out.

“Nu-uh,” you insisted.

“I’ll do it,” Aegon’s voice made you both look up.

He was standing next to the booth, leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand and an amused smirk on his face, having followed your entire conversation.

“Nobody asked you,” Helaena shut him down instantly, turning her back to him and fully planning on ignoring his offer.

You however hadn’t turned away so quickly. 

Aegon was wearing his usual ripped jeans and a shirt from a band you had never heard of, his hair was just long enough to fit into the tiny ponytail he was sporting tonight. He looked a little bit like a rockstar. Or maybe more like a wannabe rockstar.

You didn’t know Aegon very well but he was not as scary to you as his brother Aemond and despite his reputation of being a womanizer he’d always treated you with kindness and respect. Probably because he knew Helaena would kill him if he didn’t.

To be fair you had never paid much attention to him before, he wasn’t your type at all physically and you both hung out in different friend groups. Helaena never talked much about her brother either, all you knew is that he was a bit of a slut and he liked to go out and drink a lot.

But Aegon was popular, like Sihtric, and got invited to all the parties so hanging out with Aegon would no doubt give you more access to Sihtric as well. You hated to admit it but maybe it wasn’t the worst idea in the world. 

Helaena once again read your expression like an open book and she grabbed your shoulder and shook her head before talking to you as if you were a bad dog misbehaving,”No, Y/N, no!”

Aegon took advantage of your obvious interest and moved to sit next to Helaena.

 “Why not?” he asked his sister.

“Because you’re the biggest slut in the entire city and I don’t trust you not to fuck her over.”

“Come on, I wouldn’t do that, she’s your friend.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before! Why do you want to do this so bad, huh? What’s in it for you?”

“I’m helping out your friend.”

“You’re not the helping type, Aegon, be honest with me or there’s no way I’m letting you near her.”

You stayed quiet, not wanting to get involved with Aegon and Helaena’s bickering and then suddenly it didn’t matter anymore, their words faded into the background when you noticed what was happening on the dance floor right in front of you.

Sihtric. Your Sihtric was dancing like he didn’t have a single care in the world while yours was crumbling underneath your feet. His arms rested firmly around the blonde girl as they danced together, his eyes taking her in as if she was the only other person in the entire room, or the entire universe for that matter. 

You would give anything to have him look at you like that just once. Seeing them together felt like someone just punched you in the gut.

When Helaena noticed your sudden silence she followed your gaze to the dance floor,”Oh shit.”

You forced yourself to look away and she placed her hand on your arm again trying to comfort you,”Hey, you okay, babe?”

You nodded but she knew you were faking it.

As you looked away you noticed Aegon’s eyes were glued to the same spot on the dance floor as well, but he wasn’t looking at Sihtric. He was staring at the girl, looking about as sad as you felt.

“Who is she?” you asked, making both him and Helaena look up at you.

Aegon sighed. ”She’s the reason I want to help you,” he confessed.

You and Helaena both waited for him to elaborate.

“Her name is Skade,” he explained,”We dated a few times and it was going really well and then she just ghosted me.”

“Nothing you haven’t done to a bunch of girls before,” Helaena pointed out.

“Yes, I know, okay but I really liked this one and now she started dating Sihtric a few nights ago and I just can’t fucking stand seeing them together."

"So…,” he turned his attention to you now, a look of both interest and mischief sparkling in his blue eyes,”It seems we have a common goal here, Y/N. What do you say? Wanna help me break them up?”

You couldn’t help but smile but you were also quick to shake your head, suddenly not so sure this was a good plan after all. 

It was hard enough to get Sihtric to notice you when he was single but now he was dating? A girl who looked like that? There was no way you could compete with her, you didn’t stand a single chance, not even with Aegon’s help.

“I don’t know,” you breathed, defeated,”I mean, thank you for the offer but…I think I just want to go home now.”

“I’ll go with you,” Helaena suggested but you quickly stopped her.

“No, please, I’d feel really bad if both our nights got ruined. Stay and enjoy the rest of the party, please.”

“You sure, babe?”

You nodded and gave her and Aegon one last look before you left.

“I’ll go after her,” Aegon suggested.

“Don’t you dare move from that couch,” Helaena warned him,”I mean it, Aegon.”

“What?” he feigned innocence.

“Find someone else for your stupid little plan, she’s my friend and I don’t want you to mess her up.”

“I’m not going to mess her up,” he laughed in defense.

“You always mess them up,” Helaena sighed.

“Such little faith, sis.”

“In you? Always.”

He shook his head at her comment but Helaena’s serious gaze made him stop.

“Please?” she added,”Literally anyone but her. I’ve seen this film before, Aegon, I know how this ends and I don’t want my friend to be the lead in your drama.”

Aegon sighed,”You’re so sure how this is going to go, huh? What? You can predict the future now?”

“I don’t need to, not with you. You never stray from the pattern.”

Aegon avoided her eyes and nodded his head with a bitter smile,”You think you know me so well, huh?”

“I do know you so well, Aegon. Please, don’t pursue this,” she was begging him with her eyes but Aegon didn’t budge.

“Sorry, can’t make any promises I don’t intend to keep, sis.”

And with that he stood from his seat and turned his back on her, disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

Helaena sighed quietly to herself,"Yeah, that's what I feared."

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[nabateaprodigy]

I'm so sorry if you actually aren't taking requests I am a little confused as English is not my first language I'm still learning as I go

could I request for kokichi and nagito for a s/o that's emotionally sensitive, cries alot and comes off as clingy and really enjoys simple physical touch like hand holding and pats, stuff like that generally (thank you if you can and so sorry if you closed requests for all)

Kokichi and Nagito With a Sensitive S/O

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Kokichi and Nagito.

Genre: Fluff.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

Notes: Don't worry! Your English is fine! Honestly English is my first language and sometimes I can't even write or speak it lmao.

Kokichi

This little...well at first like anyone else he would trick and play pranks on you. When he first played a prank on you he expected you to be confused or annoyed. He well...he didn't think you would end up crying because of the prank.

Because of this, he ended up feeling pretty guilty about it. So pranks were something he wouldn't do to you. Well, he'd still prank Miu, Gonta, Shuichi, and the others.

So instead he'd tease you! Not nearly as bad as a prank so this would be fine right? Well, it seems not you'd also get upset from the teasing as well. What a horrible boyfriend always making you cry smh. 🙄

But over time he'd come to realize this was just how you were and to keep the pranks and teasing to a minimum or stop all altogether if that's what you wanted. However, in his heart he couldn't stop teasing you he just had to see your cute flustered face!

I feel like Kokichi would at first act annoyed by how clingy you are. But in truth, he loves it oh so much. He loves how you feel comfortable and safe to hold hands and hug him.

In truth, it probably also made him a little overprotective of you. But seeing your smile and just the fact you've stuck with him. Means the world to him and he wants nothing more for you to be safe and happy.

Nagito

"Huh? Why would want to hug trash like me?" This mf I swear it never stops with him 🙄. He knows you're clingy but he still doesn't understand as he puts it to hug. "Trash like me."

(Tbh he should know the answer because he's your boyfriend!) Even though Nagito says things like this he loves how clingy you are with him. Plus in my opinion, he'd be great to cuddle with just look at that hair! It's so soft!

I feel like if you don't see Nagito for a while or if he's with his friends. You can get pretty jealous and even more clingy! If he is talking with someone you'll go up and hug him from behind.

Honestly, if you were to cry or ever feel insecure Nagito wouldn't allow you to feel that way for long. You're his S/O you're amazing and are such a great person! He'll love you no matter what so don't be afraid to tell him anything.

In his eyes, you're an angel and he thanks his luck he was able to be with you. If you ever are feeling down have no fear Nagito is here! He wants you to be happy so if you're feeling down he can be just as clingy!

Of course, he'll get cuddly with you and get you whatever you want! Just ask as long as it's for it's worth it. "You look wonderful today angel. I know trash like me doesn't deserve it but can I have a kiss?"

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[dunefeather]

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Dark!Paul Atreides x F!Reader

Content: smut, dubcon (Voice used), dark!Paul, naive!reader, Dom!Paul, possessive!Paul, manipulation, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, mutual pining, fluff, angst.

Anyone else would look pathetic being so clumsy and terrified of everything but for Paul you are pretty enough to be considered as cute. Himself thinks the Voice remains rather difficult to master but you don't do yourself any favor.

"Try again." His mother tells you from across the table. "Tone. Inflexion. Pronunciation. Conviction."

Lady Jessica does her best not to show her frustration at your series of failures but it's obvious to the young Atreides that you can still feel it in her aura.

The long sleeves of your grey dress got folded under the pressure of your nervous fingers playing with them. Your eyes full of tears are directed to the piece of cereal bread right before his mother. The corner of your lips moves nervously to keep your sobs at bay.

"T-Take..."

"Not like that. And your gaze." Jessica half-sings to hide her anger. "It's over for today. We'll try again tomorrow."

Despite the gentle hand pressing your shoulder as a sign of encouragement you sit deeper in your chair, refusing to look at her in the eyes.

It's unbelievable how sweet you can act even while sobbing like you are, your elbows resting on the table. You would be so easy to make his, but it wouldn't be pleasing. Too simple.

"Please don't be angry at Mother. She tries her best."

"I know but... how can I accept to use that power on... on living beings ?" You whine before wiping your wet face with your shaky hands. "It's monstrous. I already feel bad enough when a dog stares at someone to get a bit of food, I won't even be able to look at people in the eyes because I would have made them do something horrible."

That's your main flaw. Too weak and sensitive but for some reason he finds it hot. Unable to live with that overwhelming pressure of that reality, the one where any hesitation could cost your life.

"But one day it could save you." He argues softly as he sits next to you. "You know with all those assassination attempts, conspiracies, mentally unstable political opponents..."

"Oh no I wasn't even thinking about all of them oh no not that."

"The training only consists in using it for simple things. What was wrong with telling her to give you bread, or water ?"

"Paul... it's manipulating one's mind. That's unbelievable." You whisper.

He hums and nods. He still doesn't understand your point but it's not today with such stress level that you are going to accept the facts.

"So... do you want me to ask something to the cook to get you some good supper ?" He asks as he takes your wrist in his thing fingers.

You let a shaky sigh out, shy eyes crossing his as his confidence skyrockets. It's clear for him to see through your behavior towards him. So sweet. So innocent and genuine. Finally someone normal and spontaneous there.

"I-I don't know Paul but thank you for asking. I'm not hungry anymore. I'm sorry for being such a disappointment."

"Don't worry about its the beginning is always a bit rough." He chuckles as he rubs up your forearm, witnessing you melt as his hand starts to get under your sleeve. "I know you well. If you can't then you can't. It's only a matter of time before you get comfortable with that idea. It's a gift."

"Ok."

He smiles at your timid response as you look down at his hand disappeared under your sleeve. You want more and see his signals.

"I have to go." He says as he stands up, abandoning your soft skin and your sad face. "I'm expected to join my quarters soon. New lessons." He adds with a pouting face.

"Oh. I see." You mumble before walking up to him eagerly. "I'm happy for you to have so much opportunities to learn and not to get stuck on the same stuff all the time. You are going to be a great Duke."

"Thank you. And despite what you might think you are going to be a great Countess, or Baroness or Duchess."

He meant it in a flattering way, but he knows something is off as you keep walking silently in the desert hallway.

"Actually Paul... it's what is stressing me out. I'm a walking undesired mess. I'm too clumsy and shy to get anything right. I should be a peasant. Not training for the Bene Gesserit. Technically I shouldn't even talk to you with respect or anything. You are a male so you should be weaker than us. Yet I'm here seeking for help from someone who I should consider as miserable compared to myself. Please don't take it as an insult, it's our order that... well I guess you know what I mean, you're clever after all. But it's not how I'm going to find a husband."

"I wouldn't have thought that would be a priority for you."

"I'm following this training and I'm going to marry a noble man. A bit like..."

Paul stops dead in his track, not even smiling as he watches you walking and talking with your head lowered to your feet. His fists are clenched, as well as his teeth. They are planning to marry you ? And he was not even aware of it ?

"Come back here."

You obey blindly, just as weak as anyone else to that power he is starting to master. Your footsteps are quicker and confident than usual, your eyes empty.

"Listen to me." He adds as he takes your head in his hands. "You deserve better. Keep that in mind."

You nod again and Paul feels a burning euphoria threatening his reason. He is gifted.

"Tell me you're beautiful."

"I am beautiful."

He rubs your cheekbones with his thumbs, and right as you come back to your senses with that worried light in your eyes...

"Say it again."

"I am beautiful.

"Repeat."

"I am beautiful."

He stops by biting his tongue as he already feels tipsy with such simple yet unnerving power he has on you. It would be so easy.

You blink and step back from him, your breath high-pitched and all too fast.

"Paul it's n-not good it's... it's nice of you b-but really I don't t-think... that's not a good id-idea."

You are melting on your feet right before him as your fear turns into flattered grimaces. It'd be so easy to make you his. You. An Atreides. His Duchess. His Lady.

"I'm trying to help you." He insists with his arms crossed. "You have to confront the world around you. Keep an open eye on everything instead of looking away. It's not like that that your enemies are going to disappear."

"But I'm going to have my husband." You squeal. "I'll get protection from the guards and..."

"That is not how a Bene Gesserit would think." He argues back as he steps towards you. "Show me your strength. Show it to me."

"I have none Paul please you're scaring me..." you whisper while looking around you.

"I am trying to help you." He reminds you softly. "My mother is a powerful woman. You can trust her. Why would you be afraid of me ? You should be afraid of the outside world."

"I'm already afraid of that thank you." You mumble pitifully before closing your eyes as your back reaches a wall.

"Look at me. Keep your eyes on me."

It's infuriating how much you treat yourself like you are nothing. If only you knew how much he cares about you he wouldn't have to try to protect you. Is he going to cross that dangerous line ? It's wrong.

Your empty eyes remain on his for a while before you close them again, swallowing hard as he caresses your cheeks with his folded fingers.

"You're beautiful." He whispers as he admires your features. "So delicate."

The moment his fingers reaches your throat he notices your strong pulse below. Poor little thing. He really should make you understand that once his, you would take have to fear anything nor anyone.

"May I ?" He asks.

Behind his curls falling on his forehead he watches you nodding, eyes half-closed. Is this arousal or anxiety ? Who cares.

His fingers linger on your dress covering you completely from throat to toe. Especially on where a cleavage would be. He likes to feel that firm flesh underneath. With his height it would be easy for him to see some breasts without you noticing it.

"Paul... it's for.. uh... my husband. I have to r-remain pure for my husband."

"I'm going to be your husband."

No sound leaves your lips to form that "what" you were about to say, instead they get pressed against his. Finally he gets you resisting a bit and showing some bravery. Finally. He looks down at you as you gasp for air, your horrified eyes turned to your hands that clenched on his jacket to maintain some distance between you.

"Paul you're not going to.."

"Listen to me."

Once he has your fully artificial attention he kisses you again, moaning against your lips as his tongue plays with your unanimated one. It feels good to have you as his. He definitely should make you his.

"I'm going to marry you."

"Are you ?" You ask shyly.

You're falling, all too confused to resist.

"I am. I am."

"But Jessica never told..."

"Why do you think she is the one educating you, in the heart of this House ?" Paul lies with a huge comforting smile as his mind starts to wander in some decadent place. "They wouldn't have sent you there."

He kisses you again and this time you mirror him although with nothing similar to his own passion. You squeal as his hands grab your buttocks, his kiss deepening at the pain he feels when you press harder against the wall. They want you to remain chaste but he has other plans for his girl. He may have never done it before but it doesn't mean he doesn't know the theory.

"Go to my room."

You obey, blinking and confused once in front of his bed. After this he doesn't lose much time as he embraces you from behind, his hands rubbing your thighs through your dress as he whispers to your ear.

"My lovely future wife." He says before kissing your burning cheek. "So beautiful and hot like that."

"Am... am I ?" You ask.

He got you. That edge in your voice, that's begging.

"Oh yes you are. Such a magnificent future Duchess."

He does his best to keep his voice as seductive as possible but his shaft is throbbing against his pants. He presses you harder against you, dry humping your buttocks gently as he listens to your breathless sighs.

"Do you think that any girl can drive me crazy like this ? An Atreides ?"

"No... No I don't think so..." You moan as he kisses your throat eagerly. "Fuck Paul stop it's getting too much..."

"But that..." he emphasizes his word with a more insisting grind from his hips, "that was not too much ?"

"I-I don't know..."

"Are you aroused ?"

You don't say it immediately but he feels lightheaded as you move your hips back to add pressure to his needy crotch.

"I am aroused." You whisper.

"Louder."

"I am aroused." You squeal.

"Take that off."

That formidable power he has over you is the most delightful thing he got to experience in his life. He watches your back now bare to him if not for your bra, and himself losses his belt at your curves still covered partially by white panties.

"Remove the rest." He commands as is palm massages the bump in his pants.

Shoes gone, socks gone. Panties gone. Bra gone. Your nudity is pure. So pure he could come right there. He could ejaculate right there on your bare asscheeks on on your legs. He'd love to cover you with his seed, all this seed he wasted in his hands throughout the months just by thinking about you as his Duchess kneeling for her Duke. His beloved Duchess using her own Voice for dubious things in bed.

You are back at yourself as you hide the front with your arms, but he smiles. It's cute but crossing your legs like that only spreads your asscheeks a little.

"You're magnificent like this. Don't you know that ?"

"Thank you but I'm not."

"If I were you I'd touch myself every night while looking at my own reflection. Turn around."

He definitely could come right there. Your perked nipples are better than in his fantasies. Not too big, not too small. Exactly what he likes as he takes them in his hands. No wonder why there are so many naked statues of women everywhere.

You moan as he starts to suck on your perked nipple, his smile hard to repress as you hide your face behind your hands.

"Oh no it's embarrassing." You moan as his tongue circles your left nipple. "Oh no... I shouldn't. It's too... too soon."

His hands grab your bare buttocks as he keeps harassing that same nipple over and over, his lips closing on your firm flesh. He's obsessed now. He is going to marry you and give you so many heirs. He's gonna try every night while making you scream of pleasure like you are some desperate whore taken off the street trying to arouse the whole district. He's going to make you yours more and more at every hips thrusts.

"Paul... Paul... I..."

For a second he thinks he hurt you somehow but your silent and ashamed orgasm only makes you hotter. So many possibilities to make his future wife come.

"Lie down on my bed."

You do as instructed, your shaky legs carrying you and he stands there, right in front of you as he removes his clothes slowly, his chest rising fast.

"Spread your legs."

You obey, revealing the wet part as you fold your leg. It's dripping onto his own blanket.

"Touch yourself."

He stops lowering his black boxer to watch your fingers playing with your own body. His own erection is almost painful now, pulsating under his gaze. It never happened before and after tossing his boxer away he doesn't waste his time more than that to join you.

The Voice loses its effect on you at the moment the Atreides positions himself between your legs, his eyes half-closed like drunk as he witnesses your ashamed face.

"You're beautiful. Don't be shy honey. Don't be shy." He whispers as he caresses your bare leg. "My lovely future Duchess. Please look at me."

No order there, but you do as intimated, you face still hidden behind your hands. He clenches his teeth as he watches his shaft sliding inside you, a moan escaping him, followed by another as he feels you clenching around him. There is some resistance.

"I love you beautiful. It's going to be alright." He moans with his eyes lowered to your connected intimacy.

He doesn't want to hurt you or even injure you. It's none of his plan. He wants to make you fall in love with the best sex any man could offer you.

"Paul please be gentle. Please I..." You articulate breathlessly. "Please kiss me."

He connects your lips, his tongue quick to find yours. Your arms and soft skin swallows the top of his body completely. And with a smooth hip thrust, he finally gets where he wanted to go.

He moans against your neck as your nails scratch his back, your legs agitated like the ones of a bug struggling to get back on its feet.

It's going to be alright he whispers as he looks down at you, his mind shut to the outside world. He feels great. You're tight, warm, wet, naked. Perfect. He can run his fingers through your hair, calm you down with open-mouthed kisses, you are convinced you are going to marry him. Even better. You moan between kisses. You're hot. Really hot. He is definitely going to convince his parents to marry you. Oh yes he is going to do that. He wants you everyday. He wants to take you every morning, every night.

Your first name escapes his lips as he feels you close. He loves this intimacy with your obvious stress as he caresses your naked breasts and kisses your chin. Fortunately he "I love you"s manage to make you enjoy this time together. And by the Gods, how much he loves you.

He smiles widely once his face hidden in your hair, your delighted moan muffled against his neck as he thrusts inside you once more. Then another time, and the next one is the last one before he feels himself too far gone to worry about the world. It's so satisfying for him to know you got his seed and loves what he has done to your body. He lets a sigh out of his mouth as he feels your muscles clenching and unclenching around his shaft. He didn't know that. No wonder why it is said that sex leads the world. Why is it considered as a bad thing ?

"Paul... it was... it was great..." You whisper in confusion. "I... oh shit I shouldn't have done that... I liked it too much."

"You are going to be my wife one day and we are going to lead a planet." He promises absentmindedly before kissing your forehead. "That was just the beginning."

He is going to protect you from everything, teaching you how to embrace that corruption necessary to evolve amongst the monsters preying on people like you two.

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[getvalentined]

I really love all your Vincent analysis, I get very excited whenever you post them. I was wondering something, Grimoire has always seemed a very distant figure in canon, (yet he affects so much) and it is very likely that his and Vincent's relationship wasn't the best. But I am curious as to what you think his reaction to the experiments Hojo and Lucretia put him through would be if he was informed? Especially given that Grimoire knew Lu well. (I know this is completely non-canon)

Believe it or not, way back in 2011 I posted a hastily-drawn Ask Vincent Valentine entry that addresses exactly this! It's been a really long time, and my opinion there hasn't really changed, but I'm more than happy to expand on the concept in more detail now.

We don't actually have a lot of information on Grimoire as a character, and even less on his relationship with Vincent, so most of my opinion here is definitely headcanon, and I'll be tagging this post accordingly. That said, we do know a few things, and establishing the details of their relationship as I understand it is pretty integral to my opinion of how Grimoire would handle Vincent's inclusion in Lucrecia's terrifying thesis project.

First, Grimoire and Vincent seem to have had some kind of falling out in the past. Although it's impossible to say what caused it or how recent this was, it's fairly clear based on Grimoire's last words being a request for Lucrecia to apologize to Vincent on his behalf, and Vincent being unaware of the circumstances of his father's death until finding his file open on Lucrecia's computer. (I've seen it argued that Vincent may not even have been aware that his father was dead until that point—I don't generally subscribe to that idea, but this may actually be the case.)

Secondly, although this is more up for interpretation, Vincent's feeling toward his father appear to be somewhat...harsh? I reach this conclusion based on the word he uses to refer to him in the original Japanese, which is 親父 (oyaji). While this is a term for "father," it's also colloquially used as equivalent to "old man," and is kind of a catch-all term for middle-aged men in general. It's pretty rough in comparison to other terms that could have been used here, and also seems fairly out of place for how Vincent speaks otherwise, making it seem to me that he uses this harsher term in order to indicate either a lack of formality or a lack of respect for his father.

In headcanon territory, my take on their relationship has always been that Grimoire is extremely disappointed in Vincent for failing to pursue a career in academia, opting instead for the Turks—a role in which he excelled to such a degree that the Turk Vincent sim battle in Dirge PlayOnline indicates the assessment and training records he set were still standing when the Crisis took place. We know that Vincent is intelligent and highly educated (there is a complex series of interconnected equations scrawled on the wall of the Shinra Manor basement in Rebirth that was canonically written by Vincent, he's obviously very smart), so he could certainly have pursued the same career path as his father, and for whatever reason he chose not to.

One thing that isn't up in the air is whether or not Grimoire loved his son. Vincent was the last thing on his mind, as Chaos ate away at his body and ripped him apart into pyreflies, the last thing that mattered was that Vincent know he was sorry. Grimoire loved Vincent, even if they didn't always get along.

But Grimoire was, unfortunately, a Shinra scientist. According to Dirge PlayOnline, Grimoire was the first Shinra scientist to theorize about using foreign energies and excavated materials in the creation of an otherwise human child, with the goal of creating a hybrid able to communicate with humankind with ease. Grimoire loved his son, but he was comfortable with the idea of turning someone else's into a monster in utero if it meant that science could progress. This hypothesis is probably one of the leading reasons that Lucrecia volunteered for her role in Project S; she loved her mentor very much, and what better way to honor his memory than to prove at least one part of his theory right?

At the end of the day, it's the expansion of human knowledge that mattered to Grimoire. He would have been thrilled to know that he was right—proven with Sephiroth, with Vincent, and eventually with Nero. The three of them exist, even if only in part, because of Grimoire's thirst to understand the world beyond humanity, and all three of them changed the face of scientific progress. Sephiroth and Vincent's projects both helped to facilitate the creation of SOLDIER, while Nero literally proved the existence of a secondary plane of reality which had only ever been considered theoretical—if not simply written off as a myth—prior to his birth. That's amazing. That's wonderful.

The only problem Grimoire would have with any of it is that it was his child in the tank. Also unfortunate is that the other two were technically his grandchildren—Nero is pretty much undeniably made from genetic material harvested from Vincent, and my headcanon for why Vincent was assigned to Nibelheim at all is that Gast also wanted some way to honor the memory of the late Professor Grimoire Valentine, and selected Vincent to be the "sire" to the main subject of Project S. Vincent was never meant to know, and Lucrecia was never meant to care. It did not work out that way.

Grimoire would initially be horrified to realize what Lucrecia had done—and then fall right into complete understanding, because she did it to her own child too. She experimented on Vincent, yes, but it was in an attempt to save him! Who could blame her for using what she learned in her thesis? Two birds with one stone, salvation and enlightenment both from a single questionable act. He might disagree with her methods, with her disorganization and her lack of foresight, but he couldn't blame her.

He'd be devastated to know how his theories had ruined his child in every possible respect—but only because it was his child, not because of what was actually done. He'd grieve the loss of those grandchildren that neither he nor Vincent ever had a chance to know—but only because they were Vincent's children, torn away before he ever got to know they existed at all.

And, deep down, Grimoire would feel the slightest swell of pride that the only subjects that worked, the only ones that survived and excelled, the few that could literally call themselves gods even if only for a short period of time, were part of his bloodline.

It turns out that Valentines are amazing at anything they do, whether they choose to do anything or not. Vincent rejected science, and science took him anyway, because science is what Valentines do. It's what all of them do, and they do it better than anyone. How could he not be proud of that?

#headcanon warning #fandom ramble #grimoire valentine #vincent valentine #lucrecia crescent #sephiroth #nero the sable #dirge of cerberus

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

hi bestie do u have any ff writing advice ?? ur flow and imagery and STYLE is so so good i love it. how do u come up with such good ideas??

hi ! first of all thank you SOOOOOO much that means sm to me it genuinely makes me so happy to know that you enjoy my writing. !!

speaking of writing..it took me a while to figure out a system i was comfortable with. i'm a little all over the place in general and that translates a lot in my drafts ESPECIALLY LMFAOO if you caught one glance at my drafts it's mostly just a prompt of a few sentences and w spelling mistakes in every word cus i write them down so fast so as not to forget them LMFAOOO. but it really works for me !

i know a lot of people say it but it really works, literally just write ! it doesn't have to come out as a full beautifully crafted piece immediately, just write down anything you can and polish it up all you want later ! forcing inspiration to come to you almost always has the opposite effect, for me anyways !

for flow, i think i like to mostly write dialogue between characters out first and then write my descriptions and actions around that ! i always get more excited about writing dialogue more than descriptions (not that those can't be fun ofc !)

oh , this might help for imagery ! and idk if you've noticed but the structure of a lot of my writing is heavily based on animes and manga. like the set ups and punchlines. (massive nerd ik) like if you read some of my one shot's like this one, this one (probably one of my fav fics i've done btw) or my first born series FBRC, (especially this part) (this part was actually the one i was most excited to write, and it's heavily based off of kobayashi's dragon maid's actual good and not weird moments and soundtrack, listening to music also helps me out a lot too!)

i try to model my speech to what i think an anime episode of the scenario i thought about would look like. visualizing my writing helps me write a lot as well, if that helps ! a little fun fact for you, fujimoto's writing has influenced a lot of the way i describe situations in fics, since i really like the sorta 'childish' descriptions over super fancy ones (cus i can't write those, but i don't really like them veerry much, but a lot of them are enjoyable to read!!) i find it very endearing and it's one of the reasons why i enjoy writing childhood friends to lovers so much. it's this sorta simplistic level of thinkin that kids have if that makes sense and it works out really well if you wanna write fluffy pieces if that makes sense

some examples ! :

"he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable."

"despite his quieter presence he always seemed to stand out to you. his bag is big enough to carry everything he needs without having to shove anything inside or leaving it half opened. he wipes his mouth with a tissue after he's done eating his lunch alone and his handwriting is pretty. his lashes are long and he's pretty."

"you hated it when people said that because the shoto you knew wasn't like that. he knew people talked about him and he hated being associated with his father. he likes the caramel you sneak in for him at school and you like the way his eyes light up when he guesses the flavour of fruit candies you make him taste. the shoto you know that ties your shoes for you and shares his umbrella with you, the one who half heartedly stomps into wet puddles with you, the one with the pretty lashes and pretty smile and pretty handwriting isn't like that."

there are a lot of other examples (im OBSESSED with this trope can you tell.) i like these sorts of simplistic childish ways of love. tiny little specks of affection that make the heart so much fonder in such little big ways..if that makes sense :>

i dunno if im just very..special, but since i have a lot of oc's and scenarios constantly flowing in my brain, most of my ideas just tend to be what i dreamed about the night before, or what i daydreamed about LMAOO. even random things that happened to me at school sorta go from "oh it would be funny if this happened to [insert character]" and then they snowball into more and more thorough ideas !

and of course as cheesy as it is the most important part is to have fun ! i cannot stress enough how important it is to be in the mindset when you're writing. it's like when people say to force yourself to draw so you don't 'lose it.' and i do think it can work to jog inspiration, but i believe that as long as you enjoy it, you'll never truly lose it. so i say, write when you feel like it and don't write if you don't, it can truly be very draining. but it's all up to what feels better for you !

anyways, i hope my insane ramblings helped you out a little bit, and have fun writing !!

much luv xxx

#cash's recs ! #cash speaks <3 #cash is rambling ! #cash tips ! #writing #creative writing #inspiration #writing inspo #writing inspiration #cash responds :p #hope this helps #<333 !! #me after saying “if that makes sense” after every sentence #:P

[somerandomdudelmao]

I’m pretty sure I remember you asking someone to tell you if they posted a story inspired by your apocalypse au, but to what degree does that apply and what amount of inspiration are we allowed to take?

Like if I write a fic about everyone’s healing arc after the Kraang and slip in something small, like a sketch Casey did of RoboRaph or a reference to the Baby Leo incident, would you want me to send a link? Even if it isn’t an integral part of the fic, or is only mentioned in passing or only during a few chapters? And if a write multiple oneshots that mention it that’re all part of a series, would I send a link to the series, each individual oneshot, or both?

And exactly how much inspiration are you comfortable with us taking? Would the previous example be the most you’re okay with, or are you fine with someone basically writing your comic(s) as a fic (assuming they provide links and disclaimers), or do you not want us writers to take inspiration in any form?

And one last question: is there anything in particular you don’t want us to include in our fics, assuming you’re okay with us writing them at all? Like are you super against the idea of a certain character being alive, or in a relationship or something (I’m going to assume Tcest is a no-go, but I wouldn’t touch that stuff with a ten-foot pole even if it wasn’t)?

You can probably tell from how many questions I have an how specific they are, but I seriously love your comic series so much and the amount of ideas and inspiration it has given me is impressive. I’m always so excited when I see you’ve posted another comic strip - and your art style, oh my god I cannot get enough of it. It’s just incredible, and I’m looking forward to seeing where the story goes in the future! :D

Aahh thank you:3 And Oh boy, these are surprisingly specific questions aren't they haha

Alright, I'll try to be brief but clear.

I'm perfectly fine with any amount of borrowing from my ideas, as long as you leave credits. You can insert a little reference, or you can rewrite the entire plot of the comic into fanfic format, that's all fine.

If you send me the link, I'll be happy. It doesn't matter how much this fic relates to my ideas. I just love seeing new fics honestly

Also, I'm very uncomfortable with human/turtle ships, so if you avoid that, that would be cool. And no tcest, of course, I don't welcome it here.

[sleepyrouge]

strange what desire will make foolish people do

word count: 12.8 k

pairing: aizawa shouta x reader

description: your dad dies suddenly and you've never gotten along with your mother. when she announces that she's marrying shouta aizawa, you come up with a plan to ruin their marriage and fall for him in the process.

content warnings: stepdad!aizawa, adult stepdaughter!reader, cheating/infidelity, age gap, jealousy, emotional manipulation, parental loss, grief, descriptions of anxiety attack, mentions of vomit/bile (non-sexual), unprotected sex, spit, oral sex (f!receiving), use of petnames (baby girl), alcohol consumption, recreational drug use, "pranks" that a health department definitely wouldn't approve of, nobody in this is a morally good person. dark content. 18+ mdni (and no blank blogs) or you will get blocked.

authors note: i ended up going balls to the wall and this was 30 pages in google docs :) anyways this is like a series of stepdad!aizawa and angst and it's not the best but it's my favorite thing that i've posted so far

title is from wicked game by chris isaak

songs important for the plot/vibes: wicked game by chris isaak, i don't wanna be an asshole anymore by the menzingers, derailed by the menzingers, karma police by radiohead, you've got to hide your love away by eddie vedder (this is a beatles anti account no i will not be engaging in discourse about it at this time)

You had never experienced a fall from grace. You had always been the pretty little girl-smart, sweet, happy-go-lucky, and the apple of her daddy’s eye. You were convinced you were an angel right here on earth. To your dear dad, there was nothing wrong that you could ever do. Any time you broke one of his loosely defined rules like “no staying out past nine” or “no bickering with your mother while I'm gone on this work trip,” all it took was batting your eyelashes and a noncommittal apology before you were back in his good graces. You were your daddy’s girl, through and through. It didn’t matter to either of you that you were spoiled rotten.

It was probably why your own mother never liked you much.

It started like any other growing pains-your mother and you would squabble over little things, like not wanting to hold her hand when she took you grocery shopping or preferring your dad giving you piggyback rides over her. Then, as you grew up, it morphed into crying in fitting rooms while your mom found new things about you to criticize which eventually led you to shutting her out as much as you could both physically and emotionally.

It was, and you entertained this thought quite frequently, why your darling father died. For three days straight, he complained of chest pains that wouldn’t let up and all your mother would offer to him was over-the-counter painkillers and only cursory words of comfort. She was too busy, or spiteful, to encourage him to go to the hospital. On the fourth morning of that fateful week, you woke up to your mother screaming and your dad not waking up no matter how you shook him. You barely remembered that day-it passed in a blur of paramedics and flowers and tears.

You could remember feeling anger. Anger that would probably last the rest of your life. Anger that would be known across the centuries. There was nothing else quite like it.

You losing your father so suddenly was the beginning of you having to learn how to fall from grace and clip your wings back. You had to learn how to be alone. You had done your research on the grieving process and no matter how long it had been, there came a point where you were bitter and angry and just stagnated there. In a moment of pure hopelessness, you rejected your offer of admission from the university your father had dreamed of you attending since you were a baby. Your mother blanched when you told her, no doubt angered by the fact that you’d be hanging around the house like a black cloud full time now instead of halfway across the country and out of her hair. So she gave you an ultimatum. Either attend classes at the local college or get a job. If you were going to stay at home, the least you could do was be productive. It was how she reasoned with you. You had half expected her to kick you out when she called you into the kitchen to talk but then you remembered-she had an image to uphold. How would it look to the other executives of her firm if she kicked her only daughter out onto the streets so soon after her father died?

Begrudgingly, you enrolled in classes at the local college. You only took just enough credit hours to be considered a full-time student and even then, you never put much effort into your work. It was a rarity if you ever turned any assignments in on time and even rarer still was your actually showing up to your classes. It was a joke to you when you would proudly display your essays with failing grades on the refrigerator. What was the point in trying anymore? Your hero-your real hero was dead and buried. There was no one around to appreciate your efforts anymore.

Halfway into your first semester of your laughable college career, your mother met Mr. Aizawa. Part-time teacher and hero. You didn’t really know how they had met and you didn’t care to know. You had scrunched up your nose in disgust when your mom waltzed into the living room on a Friday afternoon and announced that he would be coming over for dinner that same night. The thought of some man intruding in your father’s house and sitting where he had sat made your blood boil with rage but you kept a calm demeanor for the time being if only for your own sake.

It was a short time later that night that the doorbell rang and you resentfully went to answer it. For some reason, you expected the spitting image of your father to be standing there. Instead, you found a tall, slight man with black hair and a scar underneath his eye. From the way your mother described him, you expected someone more exceptional. You huffed and leaned against the front door, not moving to let him in. You both stood and appraised each other like two gunfighters getting ready for a duel. He broke first and shifted slightly and that was when you noticed the flowers in his hand.

“If you’re at the point where you’re coming over for dinner, you should know that my mom hates that type of flower.” You were nonchalant as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“They’re for you, actually.” Mr. Aizawa extended his arm out towards you and you regarded the small bouquet of daisies with disinterest. You didn’t want him to know that they were your favorite. Still, you took it. There was something strangely endearing about him already-but he didn’t have to know that.

“Wasting money on flowers for me isn’t gonna make me forget that you’re fucking my mom.” You were just trying to get a rise out of him. All you succeeded in making him do was quirk an eyebrow up at you and shove his hands deep in the pockets of his slacks. Mr. Aizawa was so…un-heroic. It almost made you laugh.

Your mother’s voice calling you from the kitchen interrupted your appraisal of the man before you. You opened the door wider and silently invited him in. You led him to the dining room where your mother was making up three plates for dinner. Something about seeing three plates at the table again made bile rise in your throat. You watched as your mother greeted Mr. Aizawa with a kiss on the cheek and a light hug. “Shouta,” she had called him warmly. The bile still swam in your throat.

You barely made it through dinner and the small talk without vomiting. You pushed your food around your plate without committing to eating a single bite. There was anxious energy in the air and you couldn’t quite put your finger on why until both your mother and Shouta stopped eating and kept glancing back and forth at each other. You tried to gauge what was going on from the corner of your eye, but it was your mother calling your name that finally pulled you into the fray.

“We have some news to share with you,” Your mother and Shouta were holding hands lightly across the table and you could tell that whatever was next to come out of your mother’s mouth would be far from good. “We’re getting married!” 

The world fell out from underneath you. You had the edge of the chair that you sat on in a vice grip. Surely you hadn’t heard her correctly.

“What did you just say?” You couldn’t recognize your own voice and Shouta simply watched the scene unfold from his place at the table. He toyed with the handle of his fork.

“I said that we’re getting married! Isn’t that great news, angel?” Your mother was using the voice that she reserved for when strangers were around but she really wanted to scream at you. You grit your back molars together so hard that you could practically hear them squeaking.

“Don’t you ever, ever, call me that again. You know that dad was the only one that could use that name with me. Speaking of dad, couldn’t you wait until he was dead and buried for at least a few months longer before bringing another man into his house?” Shouta held his composure like a statue as you growled across the table at your mother. Something in you was satisfied that he wasn’t running to her aid. Still, static churned loudly in your ears as you waited for her response.

“Don’t I deserve to be happy?” She was embarrassed by the way you were acting.

“No.” The admission damned you.

You got up from where you sat and your mother followed suit. Shouta was the last to rise. You looked between the two of them and barked out a laugh to hide the sweltering tears that wanted to fall. 

“You’re pathetic,” You whispered coolly into your mother’s ear as you pushed your way in between the couple on your way to the front door. You had to get out before the walls closed in on you, and they were closing in fast. 

You were in such a rush to escape the scene that it wasn’t until you were outside stumbling down the sidewalk and sucking in air that you didn’t know you had been deprived of that you realized you weren’t wearing any shoes. You stopped and rubbed the bare skin of your feet against the cement and shivered at the way it tickled. At least it was something to focus on other than the betrayal. You weren’t really surprised that your mom pulled something like this, but it still stung. You didn’t buy into the whole “your dad would want your mom to be happy” sentiment that family friends poured into your ears in the weeks after your father’s death. What your father deserved was happiness. Not your mother and the stray cat she probably found at the train station. You chuckled out loud as you thought of Mr. Aizawa like that. 

In all honesty, he didn’t look like he belonged anywhere and it was hard for you to believe that he split his time between being a teacher and a hero. Still, throughout dinner, there was something about his eyes that kept entrancing you. Maybe your mother was onto something with him.

“You’re gonna get a splinter in your foot if you keep it up.” The monotone voice came from behind you and you slowly turned to see your mother’s suitor situated against the darkness of the night. You glared at him.

“What do you care?” You had to remember that while Shouta wasn’t the enemy, he was still on the opposing team.

“I don’t care, but it seems kind of silly to go and get hurt just for the hell of it.” You lifted an eyebrow at his statement.

“That’s funny coming from a hero,” You stop to look him up and down. “Especially one with as many scars as you have.”

“With my work, at least there’s usually some kind of outcome at the end.” He steps over to perch on a bench underneath a short tree. You cross your arms over your chest and try not to shiver in the cool night air.

“Who’s to say I wasn’t headed towards my own outcome?” Shouta just stares at you. You can tell he’s willing to let you talk yourself in circles and you take the bait. “What outcome do you think you’re gonna have with my mother?”

“I think I’m gonna marry your mom and get a stepdaughter with a horrible attitude problem out of the deal.” Shouta smirks over at you after a second and it’s the first time in a while that you feel yourself crack a genuine smile. 

“You think you’re funny.” You say, trying to fight the edges of your lips back down into a frown.

“Not funny, just observant.” His smile is wider now and it’s almost enough to make the weight on your heart not so heavy.

“Why did you ask my mom to marry you in the first place?”

“I didn’t ask her.” His eyes shift down to the ground and then back up to you.

“What do you mean?”

“She asked me on one of our dates. I thought it was respectable. I think your mother would be good to settle down with before I get too old.” You snort at his answer.

“You think it’s respectable to marry a widow whose husband has been dead less than a year with a maladjusted daughter thrown in the mix?”

“I could do without the maladjusted daughter.” There’s that mischievous grin again and you can feel something inside of you start to crack that you hadn’t felt at all since your father died. It makes you woozy.

“I could do without her too.”

The wedding is planned relatively quickly. It’s a small enough affair to be held in a backyard garden and the day is sunny despite the turmoil you feel raging inside of you. You had been awake since the early hours of the morning, switching between fuming that your mother was actually going through with getting married to someone you both hardly knew and twirling around in front of your bathroom mirror in the dress that you had picked out for the ceremony. 

With your hair and makeup done for the first time in an eternity, you felt quite stunning. It was your vanity that led you to being more cruel than usual to your mom.

It wasn’t like she didn’t deserve it, but even the words slipping off of your tongue felt like they sliced right through the muscle. Your mother called your name harshly as you held her gaze in the big mirror in her bathroom but still, Shouta failed to truly come to her defense. You were satisfied with that. You thought momentarily that maybe he might have agreed with your statement that, “Oh mom, you look beautiful. It’s just a shame that you’re a cunt on the inside.”

You left your mother’s room to the sound of Shouta offering warm words of consolation, could have sworn you heard him offer, “It makes sense that she’s still angry.” You bit your tongue to hide your grin when you heard him fail to refute what you had said. 

You made your way out into the garden covered in lavender and honeysuckle to mingle among the few guests who had shown up. You kept a crystal champagne glass in your hand as you greeted your cousins and extended family. You relished in introducing yourself as “Shouta’s stepdaughter” to the few of his work colleagues that were in attendance. The fleeting appreciative glances that they gave weren’t lost on you and slowly, the cogs of your mind started to mingle with the champagne you drank and as the ceremony started, you started to formulate a plan to ruin your mother’s new marriage. Set it on fire and watch it burn to ash. All it would take was breaking Shouta down and stealing him from her and if there was one thing you knew how to do, it was how to get your way.

After the ceremony came the reception and chairs were cleared away and tables were moved around to allow guests to dance and mingle with each other. You sat by yourself with a sour feeling hanging over your heart. Your mother had actually been cruel enough to get remarried. Their vows and the kiss they shared played over and over again as you sipped on your champagne. The anger was exhausting. Nothing would have been better in that moment than being able to run into the arms of your father and cry to him about everything that was going wrong.

There came a light tap on your shoulder. Slowly, you angled your head to see who was intruding on your bubble of misery. Shouta. He was well put-together, all slicked back hair and an uncharacteristic happy grin. You remembered your own vow from earlier and painted a matching toothy grin on your face. Your eyes flicked down to the hand that he held out towards you.

“Would you like to dance?” You looked at him in confusion.

“What, you know how to dance?”

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me.” Oh, you hoped there were. Still, he smiled pleasantly at you.

“Okay, one dance and you can list off all the things I don’t know about you. For vetting purposes.” Being sweet to him was all part of the plan.

“I think it’s a little too late for vetting now.” He replied as you placed your hand in his and stood up. His hand was large and warm compared to your own. You toyed with the urge to fully lace your fingers through his as he led you to the impromptu dance floor. The song playing was nice and mid-tempo and the lyrics were saying something schmaltzy about love. Shouta held you at a respectable arms distance as the two of you swayed to the music. You could hear little coos of adoration from the couples dancing around the two of you. It fuelled you as you looked up, wide-eyed, at Shouta. He opened his mouth for a second too long before closing it quickly and you cocked your head to the side before running a hand up his bicep. His forehead creased almost imperceptibly.

“What were you gonna say?” You used your most innocent voice, the one that always worked on your dad.

“I know you don’t like when it gets brought up, but uh, I feel really fortunate that your mom came into my life and I’m gonna try my best to be a good role model for you.” The soft smile on your face stuttered as you thought of him trying to replace your father. You managed to stay strong and fight through the feeling. You weren’t mad at Shouta, not really. Just cautious. You needed him on your side to get back at your mom. However, there was something saccharine and sugary and enthralling about the man that stood in front of you. He seemed like someone who could take all of your troubles away if you would let him. As Shouta spun you around to hide his own bashfulness, you decided that he was something you had to have regardless of the ruination of your mother’s relationship.

It was okay if you had a little crush on him as you went about your plan.

You had seven days to yourself; one hundred and sixty-eight hours to be exact. Time seemed to eke by as you split your time between decaying on the couch and finding inconsequential things around the house to make your mom’s life just a bit harder when she returned from her honeymoon. Hair removal cream found its way into her shampoo. Gently used mouthwash found its way back into the bottle. Files in her home office subtly found their way to new homes. All of your pranks were plausibly deniable, of course, and something told you that Shouta would come to your defense.

You were angry after all and you planned to play into that as much as you could with him. He wouldn’t want to rock the boat and get on your bad side so soon after getting married, would he? He didn’t seem like the type of person to want to stick his nose somewhere that it didn’t belong.

As you milled about the empty house on your vacation from your mother, you did more research on your new stepfather. Eraserhead. There wasn’t much to be found on him aside from some news clips with him in the background, long hair floating wildly around his head. At first, you couldn’t believe that the same man holding off hordes of villains was the same man who asked you to dance and vowed to be a good man only days prior. He didn’t seem all that remarkable in his everyday life, but perhaps that was how he wanted it. You kept thinking back to the way he bashfully smiled at you and even though you were alone, you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

Last night as you laid in bed, your mind drifted to what it might be like if he laid on top of you, in between your legs-taking care of you in a different way than what he had meant when you danced together. Your mind had raced as you imagined what his kisses must be like, what it might be like for him to hold you down and make you squirm. It was enough for you to get off, lips parted in a delicious whine as your own fingers pushed in and out of you. You didn’t feel any kind of shame. Shouta deserved better than your mother and even if he might not ever fully grasp that, the least that you could do was sow the seeds of discontent in his mind.

Your musings were interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking and suitcases scraping past the threshold. You finished gathering a spoonful of peanut butter from the jar and turned to lean against the counter. So, your time alone has finally come to a close. Your mother would ascertain that there would be no more walking around half-naked in front of her new husband, but there was time for one last performance at least.

You brushed one edge of your oversized sweater off of your shoulder, leaving you clad in only your underwear and the cardigan that hung from your frame. You patiently listened to the scuffle of luggage being moved around as you popped the spoon of peanut butter into your mouth. Shouta appeared around the corner and threw his jacket over one of the dining room chairs. He took notice of you immediately.

“We made it back safely!” His words sounded incredibly lame and he never broke his gaze from your eyes. You batted your eyelashes prettily at him as you pulled the spoon from your mouth.

“I can see that.” You were amused at him attempting to make small talk as you deadpanned back at him.

“Our trip was actually really neat. I think your mom took some pictures if you wanna look at them sometime.” Shouta had barely gotten the sentence out of his mouth before your mother was entering the kitchen and her eyes had gone just about the size of Pluto. Your full name sprung from her lips in a shriek.

“You know better than that! Go put some clothes on!” Her words echoed in the now abject silence of the kitchen before you broke out in spiteful laughter and put your dirty spoon in the sink. As you went to leave, still laughing ruefully, you could see an embarrassed blush rising up Shouta’s neck and that had made it all worth it. Your laughter wound down to breathless chuckles as you made it to the hallway and as you paused for a minute to catch your breath, you listened as Shouta once again came to your defense to the tune of, “Honey, it’s okay. She just has to get used to a man being in the house again.”

It’s a relatively easy decision for you to start working out to have more in common with Shouta, even though you’re not very good at it. It made sense that he’d work out. He was a hero and surely the job would be made all the harder if he didn’t have the physique to back it up. At the very least, Shouta seemed like he worked out just enough to be strong for the job. 

His morning schedule is still a mystery to you, so you start to wake up early religiously each morning to work out in the living room within full view of the kitchen. It just so happens that you’re there on your little yoga mat in your sports bra and athletic shorts struggling your way through your second set of squats, when you hear someone moving around in the kitchen. You move your head to the side just enough to see Aizawa appraising you from the counter. You keep up with your routine and try to fight the smirk on your face. You really give an earnest effort to your workout now but you stop when you hear his gruff morning voice. 

“Your form is wrong.” You look over to where he stands, shirtless, pouring a cup of coffee. You’re out of breath and the sight doesn’t help. You stand up to your full height and face him.

“How is it wrong?” You try to hide your breathlessness and the way your tongue wants to stick to the roof of your mouth. He sets his mug on the edge of the counter and crosses over to you. His fingertips airily trace over your spine first. You almost jolt forward at the unexpected touch.

“Your back is too curved. Keep your shoulders back like this,” He tugs your shoulders back until you can feel your spine straighten out. “and your feet are too far apart.” He nudges your feet closer together by a few inches. You let him move you around like a ragdoll for a few moments more. Finally, he steps in front of you and considers your new form. 

“Try it now and see how it feels.” He instructs and you feel incredibly goofy as you go through the motions, his measured gaze never leaving you. You have to admit, the squats feel better now and less like you’re fighting your own body. When you rise to your full height again, you stand with your legs together and cross your arms across your chest.

“That was better.” You confirm, trying to catch your breath. Shouta smiles gently at you and you want to scratch at your skin for the way it makes you feel.

“I’m going on a run in a little bit, you should come with me.” He invites and all you want to do is glug down a gallon of water and collapse onto the floor, but then you remember your solemn vow to yourself and you accept his invitation. It’s all in the name of ruining your mother’s happiness after all.

There wasn’t a lot you knew about heroes. When you were younger, you had a passionate interest in All Might, but so did every other kid in the country. There wasn’t anything special about that.

You were content enough to leave the life-saving to the specially trained heroes. You knew you didn’t have the resolve or compassion to make it as a hero yourself. Still, it was an occupation that you respected from afar. Now, it was something that you got to observe up close every time Shouta came wandering home. Most of his shifts were at night, after everyone was in bed. It was when the real villains could play. Regardless of everything, you admired his ability to train a new generation of heroes during the day and still go out to patrol the streets and rooftops most nights.

You wouldn’t admit it cognizantly to yourself, but you found yourself adapting to wake up whenever you would hear the front door click shut in the small hours of the morning. You would peel yourself out of bed and wrap a blanket around your shoulders as you crept to the end of your hallway to watch Shouta. His goggles would always be pushed up around his forehead. His stubble would always be more prominent than usual. The dim light from the stove in the kitchen always made his eyes look more exhausted than they probably were. From your hiding spot, you would watch him pour a glass of water and sip on it at the kitchen table until his head got too heavy for him to hold up. You would wait until you could hear his gentle snores wafting over to your ears and then you would tiptoe over like you were in church and wrap your blanket around his shoulders. You would work his goggles off of the crown of his head and sit them gently on the table next to him before running your fingers through his silky hair. Your stomach always tingled. You always wanted to duck your head down and place warm kisses on his hairline.

You never noticed his eyes, very much awake, on you as you retreated back to your room.

The thing with time is that it was supposed to heal wounds. Except for you it didn’t. You kept hoping every day that you would wake up and find that you would care a little bit less about the loss of your dad. Maybe even be able to compartmentalize it and get on with your life, get your grades up and transfer schools and move out on your own. Still, you woke up every morning with a deep seated hole in your chest. It was assuaged in little pieces by the family portraits hung around the house. A family picture of your first birthday here. A picture of you and your dad at an awards ceremony there. The little remnants of your dad around the house helped to serve as a reminder that you were still human, as hard as it was some days.

Until one day the pictures weren’t there anymore.

You tore into a blind rage, your mom and Shouta watching from the kitchen as you threw the television remote at the wall. A novel was flung all the way against the refrigerator in the kitchen. You screamed like your head was being torn off. It went on and on until you tired yourself out and sat on the couch to sob embarrassedly, face hidden in your hands. 

You tuned into the whispers emanating from the kitchen. You caught onto your mother telling Shouta that it was time for you to move on, that you were an adult and needed to stop relying on your emotions to guide you. Your hands balled into fists. What did she know? Your head cleared only by a fraction when you heard Shouta answer that maybe taking down the pictures wasn’t the right way to go about things.

You sat on the couch crying for so long that you didn’t realize when the two of them left. You stood, as if on autopilot, and gathered your materials for the classes that you had that day and departed, not caring how you looked, but just needing to get out of the house. 

When you returned that afternoon, the pictures of you and your dad sat in brand new frames on your bed.

It was no secret that you had more friends in high school. You were near the top of your class and always managed to stay on top of gossip and the happenings around school. You missed hanging out with your girlfriends when you were happy, before they all went off to the schools they had been dreaming of for years. You were jealous of them and felt spiteful anytime they would post pictures of the great times they were having on their social media. It didn’t matter that you self-imposed your own exile to wallow in your bitterness. You were envious that your friends were able to fool around with frat boys when all you seemed to attract were the bottom-of-the-barrell burnouts from your college. Not that you were much better than them these days. 

You spent too many weekends holed up in the apartments of your new friends, smoking weed and watching them play video games just for something interesting to do. It almost made you want to turn your life back around and get back on track. Almost, but not quite.

So when you heard of a party happening one weekend, you jumped at the chance to go and rallied your friend group to go with you so you wouldn’t look like so much of a loser.

When you are ready to leave, Shouta and your mother are having an intimate date night in the dimly lit kitchen, sharing wine and giggling at each other over things you can’t make sense of. You wonder what they have in common. Your mother makes you sick to your stomach but a green claw of unbridled jealousy seizes at your chest when you hear the subtle bedroom lilt to Shouta’s voice and when you see how his hand reaches up to push a lock of hair off your mother’s shoulder. You shake off the feeling and enter the kitchen in earnest, dressed in a skimpy outfit that makes your mother’s eyes pop out of her head. You can tell without even looking at her from years of professionally annoying her. You completely ignore Shouta-don’t even give him a spare glance as you walk by the two on your way to the front door.

“Where are you going?” You hear your mother call as you reach for the door handle.

“Out with my friends,” Is all you offer up before you’re gone.

And the party isn’t bad, the music is loud and there’s enough alcohol to placate you for the evening. Even your friends seem like they’re having a good time as they mill about in the crowd. There are just enough people that you don’t know there for you to get comfortably drunk. It’s a good way for you to finally unwind, you think, as you step unsteadily into the messy kitchen. You’re trying to pour yourself another drink when a spindly hand comes out of nowhere and takes your cup from you and finishes preparing your drink.

“I was doing just fine pouring my own drink.” You pout at your friend that you arrived with from the opposite side of the counter and he circles around to stand next to you, too close for what you were comfortable with.

“Nice girls shouldn’t be pouring their own drinks.” He drawls and it was smooth, but you clench your teeth and take the cup from his hand.

“‘m not a nice girl.”

“Sure you are. You just spend a lot of time pretending that you aren’t.” His cool breath is ghosting next to your ear and you’re just the perfect amount out of your right mind to let your eyes close and let your head lean into the feeling. Your mind is a television screen and it’s flickering through what it would feel like to have Aizawa in the same position, doing the exact same thing. 

“If I was such a nice girl, I wouldn’t be hanging out with you, huh?” You lower your voice just enough for only him to hear and then he’s laughing in your ear and his slight torso is pressing against your back and it’s all too easy for you to envision Shouta in his place. Your heart is thumping in your chest, probably so heavily that he can feel it clear through to his chest. Then his nose is pressing against the smooth skin of your neck and his lips are ghosting against you and you can’t help but grip the edge of the counter with your hand that isn’t holding your drink. “Fuck, do that again,” you whisper and press more into his hold, grinding back against the man as his tongue licks a stripe up your neck, hand cradling the opposite side of your head to give him more room. His teeth bite against your skin roughly and you can’t stop the sound that escapes your mouth. It only serves to egg him on, encouraging him to bite and suck at your neck more fervently. Your eyes are shut tight with images of Shouta absolutely ruining you running through your head. It’s not fair to your friend, not in the least, but you warned him that you weren’t a nice girl in the first place. You can feel him hard against your back and that’s enough to startle you out of your reverie. You push him off of you and you can’t turn to look him in the eye. 

“I gotta go…find something else to do,” You parse out and walk on unsteady legs out of the kitchen and back into the music-filled living room. The dancing and drinking is still going heavy but your mood is somber now. You want to be home and you don’t care what it takes to get there as you finish your final drink in only a few sips and set it on the porch steps as you leave the house. 

You weren’t very far from home and despite your level of intoxication, you knew you could get home without forgetting the way. You pulled off the heels that you wore and dangled them from your fingers as you trekked home in the dark. It was hard to keep your mind from your stepfather-the gentle way he cradled your mother’s face in his large palm while he smiled at her and the way he poured more wine for her without her having to ask. You clenched your jaw. That should have been you. Your mother didn’t deserve such a good thing-such a handsome thing. If you had any say in the matter, and by heaven, you would weasel your way in any way you could, Aizawa would be yours and her heart would be broken. It was only fair, he seemed to be the only thing capable of mending the shattered and torn pieces of your angry little heart. You were so fucked.

You were so fucked and lovesick thinking about him as you walked back into your house that you didn’t even register all the noise you were making as you bumped from wall to wall trying to get back to your bedroom. Maybe you were more drunk than you originally thought. You heard Shouta’s voice calling your name from just outside of your cracked bedroom door what felt like seconds after you entered. All you could do was stand there and sway as he watched you from the doorway.

He was clad in flannel pajama pants and nothing else and his hair was messier than usual and you frowned at the sight. It was obvious. He was too relaxed. He had fucked your mother at some point after you left and that made dread settle into your stomach. You wanted to vomit. Shouta was your territory, didn’t she know? Still, you grinned at him like a child trying to get out of trouble. He appraised you, looking you up and down, and you wanted there to be more to his gaze than there was.

“You’re drunk.” It was a statement of fact and it rolled off his tongue weightlessly. You weren’t in trouble.

“I don’t think I am,” You licked your lips and over pronounced every syllable. Your tongue was liquid in your mouth. He barked out an amiable laugh and stepped into your room proper. You were glued to the spot as your heart started to race not for the first time that night.

“Sit down, I’ll get your pajamas.” Aizawa’s warm hand was on your upper arm and guided you to sit down on the edge of your bed. Your skin prickled in his grasp as you let him guide you. Your entire body felt like you were a past-done spaghetti noodle.

“They’re in the top drawer,” You offered up as he looked, a little lost, around your room. You bit the tip of your tongue in between your front teeth to stop from grinning too hard. You liked him taking care of you.

You watched as he dug through your dresser and grabbed a big t-shirt and pair of shorts. He folded the articles neatly in his hands and crossed the room back to your bedside where he placed the pajamas in your lap. You were about to open your mouth to thank him when he took your chin into two of his fingers and pulled your head to the side gently. Your skin buzzed underneath his touch as he ran the tip of his rough pointer finger over the bruise on your neck that you had pretended Shouta had left there in the first place. 

“You’ve been lettin’ boys kiss on you?” He questions teasingly and your stomach clenches so hard you almost can’t reply. 

“Uh, not here,” you swipe your thumb across your bottom lip, “just there.” The reply made sense in your head. You nod your head against the finger on your neck. 

“Well, at least you’re having fun.” Aizawa laughs in earnest, if a little awkwardly, and then his touch is gone from your skin. 

“Not really,” You admit and start to take note of how the room is spinning but you take pains to keep from slurring your words. Shouta raises up an eyebrow at you. 

“Would rather be kissing boys properly, y’know?” There’s a nervous titter between the two of you. 

“Okay,” he chuckles out, hand rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Just don’t let your mom see.” You feel compelled by some force of nature to keep talking despite the voice in the back of your head screaming at you to just shut up and go to sleep. 

“Would you kiss me?” The words slither out of your mouth as if they were lava and the room isn’t spinning anymore, but upending itself over and over again in the corner of your vision as you watch a stricken look cross over Aizawa’s face. 

“I’m your stepdad and I think you need to remember that, baby girl.” He instructs and you hate the way that he sounds like he’s talking to a wounded animal that’s been stuck in a trap. 

“But if you weren’t? What if I was just…somebody that you knew?” 

“I think you need to put on your pajamas and go to sleep before you talk yourself into hurting your own feelings.” Your eyes felt watery and weak. You felt bile rising in your throat and started to panic.

“Fuck, you’re gonna throw up, aren’t you?” Aizawa registered the seasick look on your face and was hoisting you up by your arms and hauling you into the bathroom before you could even nod your head in confirmation. It was a good thing, at least, that he was in his right mind, because you unleashed the contents of your stomach into the toilet not even a second after your knees connected sharply with the tile of the floor. For once, you were thankful for throwing up, because then you could blame the tears welling out of the corners of your eyes on that.

The shit-faced debacle passed blessedly without much mention. You and Shouta went about your daily lives without bringing up how he held your hair back for you and sat next to you while you cried about missing your dad into the toilet seat. Somehow, even through you blubbering mindlessly about how much your dead dad meant to you, you didn’t let anything slip about your plan to ruin your mother’s marriage or your stupid infatuation with the man himself. 

For the past week, you had regarded each other cordially from opposite sides of whatever room you were in together. You would nod in acknowledgement of each other when you poured coffee at the same time in the morning or when you were coming back from studying and he was headed out on some hero’s errand that you really didn’t care about enough to understand. But now, it was the weekend and you were holed up in your room with a joint and a half-done essay to prevent a repeat of last Friday night. 

Loud music and smoke filled your room as you sat on the floor with your laptop and tried to make sense of the argument you were making on paper. For the first time in your college career, you were trying to apply yourself. Secretly, you enjoyed the warm smile that Shouta had given you earlier in the week when you had hung a paper with a passing grade scribbled at the top on the refrigerator. You wanted a repeat performance.

The steady clacking of your nails against laptop keys was interrupted by a knock at your door. You turned your music down slightly and tapped the ash off of your joint as you called for whoever was knocking to come in. Your door swung open quickly and Shouta propped himself against the door frame. You turned your music down lower.

“What are you doing at home on a Saturday night listening to “Karma Police” all by yourself?” He questioned and you rubbed your dry eyes.

“I have a dead dad. I’m entitled to my sadness.” You deadpanned and laughed after a second. The melodrama hadn’t started to get old yet.

“I mean…that’ll do it.” You raised your eyebrows up at him, wondering why he had come to your room in the first place. Shouta cleared his throat and stepped into your room before sitting down on the floor like you were. “You sure you don’t wanna go out and hang out with people your own age?” He crosses his legs as you take one last pull off of your joint before squishing it out on the ashtray next to your knee.

“I was trying to finish this paper, actually.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it on?” You half expected Shouta to say something about the smoke.

“Heroes and ethics or something like that.”

“And you didn’t want my opinion?”

“I like doing things on my own.”

“So you don’t wanna watch a movie with me, then?” There’s that mischievous smile on his face again that makes your heart feel like a galloping horse.

“You could ask my mom.”

“She’s out at a dinner.” You type up one last sentence and hum in acknowledgement of his statement.

“What kind of old man movie do you want me to watch with you?”

“Terminator.”

“Properly retro.” You affirm, closing the lid of your laptop and standing up. “Let’s go, then.” You hold out your hand to Shouta and help him up from the floor. You half expect to hear his knees pop in their sockets as he stands. You lead the way into the living room and sit down on the couch while he pulls up the movie with the television remote. He settles on the couch opposite from you. You’re startled by the overwhelming want to lean your head against his t-shirt clad chest.

“Have you ever thought about getting a cat?” He asks casually as the opening credits roll, remote clinking down onto the coffee table.

“Mom’s not a big cat person.” There’s a quick pause. “I used to have one a long time ago. Dad and I found it behind a trash can. I named it All Might.” Shouta snorted a laugh at your admission. 

“Why’d you name that poor cat All Might?” He pulled a throw blanket down from the back of the couch and fluffed it over his legs. You stared at the simple action. Shouta clocks you from the corner of his eye but you don’t realize.

“I had a crush on All Might when I was little.” You were very serious.

“That’s horrific.”

“Hey, there are lots of things you don’t know about me.” You recalled the conversation the two of you had while you danced at the wedding.

“I know a little bit more about you after peeling you off the bathroom floor last weekend.” Your gaze breaks from his in embarrassment. “You know you can talk to me about missing your dad, right? I can try my best to understand even though I’m not really too good at this whole bonding thing.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you in an attempt to lighten the mood back up. “I want to be a good person for you.” You give him an appreciative glance but can’t figure out how to reply due to the raw emotion seizing your chest. “One good thing did come out of the whole ordeal though.” Shouta continued on and you focused on the deep timbre of his voice to ground yourself.

“What’s that?” It came out in a whisper.

“I don’t have to worry about you getting kidnapped because when you don’t want to move, you don’t. I had the worst time trying to get you into bed.” As you felt your face heat up, you wondered if he caught onto the double meaning as well.

“I’m sorry about all of that.”

“It’s okay, baby girl. It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” He lifted up the corner of the throw blanket that was closest to you and motioned you over with a tilt of his head. Surely, he just saw you shivering. He had no ulterior motives. You were the only one with those.

You scooted over apprehensively against the material of the couch until your side rested gently against Shouta’s and he let the blanket float down over the two of you. “It’s cold in here, isn’t it?” You could only nod your head in agreement as the right side of your body felt like it was being engulfed in blue flames. 

Your favorite times lately were spent getting to know Shouta better. Getting to know the person he was away from the house, when he was Aizawa-sensei or Eraserhead. You were realizing that he had many different faces, but at the heart of it all, Shouta was really just a person who tried hard to do the right thing. If you were a person that tried to do the right thing like he did, you wouldn’t still be trying to ruin your mother’s marriage. If you were smart, you would have realized that your plan would hurt Shouta as well.

But you weren’t really a common sense girl. Or a nice girl. You just wanted revenge for your devastated heart.

And certainly, Shouta falling in love with you the way you were starting to fall for him wouldn’t hurt either.

He offered to take you to dinner and show you some of his patrol routes since you had been peppering your interest about his job into conversation more fervently lately. He called it important bonding. Your mother was out on work business again and you thought Shouta might have just been lonely. 

You had a fantastic time walking through the brightly lit streets with him. He was still dressed in all black and his back was hunched forward like he was unimpressed, but something told you Shouta was having a good time. Every now and then, he would point out an alleyway or a building where he apprehended a villain. It filled you with a weird sort of pride to know that he did his job so well. He seemed so fucking…morally upstanding that it made you want to scream.

“You gettin’ hungry?” His measured tone broke you out of your thoughts. You nodded up at him and hoped that the smile you gave him was pretty enough, better than your mother’s at least. “I’ll show you this cool place I eat at sometimes.” Shouta grins. You dig your fingernails into your palm.

You follow him to a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. It’s run by an older couple that seem to know him well. You end up ordering the same thing he does and you watch as Shouta plays with his wedding ring absent-mindedly while he takes in his surroundings. You can’t figure out how to start a conversation. You tap the bottoms of your shoes against the linoleum floor and he looks at you like he’s about to say something but is interrupted by the little old lady bringing over your food. 

“Is this your new wife, Eraser?” The lady asks as she places his plate in front of him. Her question is innocent but you choke on your spit and watch as vermillion creeps up Shouta’s neck.

“This is my stepdaughter,” he corrects, recovering easily enough and you smile politely at the lady. She smiles back warmly, ducking her head a little bit in consolation for her mistake.

“Forgive me. She’s absolutely beautiful though.”

“Thank you, I know.” It’s your turn for blood to rush to your head. You have to tell yourself over and over again not to read anything into it as the old lady walks away. There’s a charged silence over the table as the two of you focus too hard on your food. You’re the first to break the awkward air.

“I’m thinking about moving out.” It’s abrupt and you don’t realize at first what you’ve really said. Shouta’s eyes widened.

“What do you mean?” He takes a bite of his food.

“I mean, if I keep my grades up, I can still transfer into the university I was originally supposed to go to. I’m planning on summer classes too.” You watch him chew his food as you move your own around the plate.

“I think that’s a great goal to have if you can keep your grades up. I can help you study for your exams if you’d like.” He smiles warmly at you and you feel okay again.

“I’d really like that, Shouta.” You feel the urge to stuff your mouth with food so you aren’t encumbered by the emotions that you’re feeling. Silence settles again over the table. You’re taking a sip of water as you notice his mouth open and close a few times, like he can’t figure out what it is that he wants to say.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s just…adult stuff.” He fiddles with his wedding ring again.

“I’m an adult.”

“I know but I…I shouldn’t talk to you about it.” Shouta looks down at his plate. You nudge his foot with your own underneath the table.

“Come on…we’re bonding, right?” You’re being too sweet, too calculated, but you really do want to know what’s bothering him.

“Your mom is just really difficult sometimes.” He blurts out and you almost laugh out loud but keep up your supportive front for his sake.

“She can definitely be a handful. I was just lucky to have my dad around to help soften the edges for a while.” Your food stands all but forgotten now. You watch as Shouta’s fingers drum on the table just centimeters away from your own. Gently, you slide your hand closer so that your fingertips are touching but you play it off like you don’t notice.

“I think maybe I’m just not used to relationships like this one. Or maybe I just need to finish adjusting. I don’t know.”

“Do you still love my mom?” Your senses are heightened as you speak, but you’re interrupted by the old woman bringing over the bill. Shouta hands over his card and pretends like he never heard your question. He puts his card back in his wallet and slides out of the booth. You still look at him expectantly but he maintains his innocence.

“C’mon, there’s an old record store on this side of town that I want to show you.” He smiles, tight-lipped, and you scoot out of the booth. You wonder why he ignores the question. You want a solid answer why he always runs to your defense (aside from the answer you’ve deluded yourself into thinking is the truth) but you don’t think you’ll be privy to that information tonight. You follow him out onto the sidewalk. You like how you and Shouta are absorbed into the nighttime crowd like any other couple. You don’t talk to each other for fear that your conversation will be lost among the bustle of the people.

Shouta walks with purpose, but never so quickly that you can’t keep up with him. In any case, it would be hard for you to lose him due to his stature. Sometimes you forget how tall he is with the way he hunches over and the way he carries himself. You like the way the neon of the street signs illuminates the sharp edge of his nose. You find yourself staring at the wisps of long, inky hair that frame his face. He was so, so beautiful in a meek way and it’s extremely easy for you to get lost in it. It’s what leads you to almost bumping into his shoulder as he comes to a stop. A giggle, a real giggle bubbles out of his mouth and you feel the final nail being driven into your coffin. You needed him. Like air, like water. He was more necessary to you than he was to your mother. All it would take was a single move. A single move. You could persuade him easily enough that you were a better answer to his question.

“You ready to check it out?” He nods toward the door and starts to push inside without truly waiting for your answer. You try to shake off the millions of emotions that are running through your body.

Inside the record store is warm and smells like old books. You break away from Shouta for the moment and start to paw through the racks of records by yourself. You pick up some of the titles and flip them around to the back, trying to read the writing on the back. It’s hard to concentrate. Your mind keeps stagnating on Shouta’s words and his proximity to you. He’s flipping through the old records the same as you are and you wonder if he can feel your eyes flicking over to him every so often.

He holds one record in his hand but you can’t quite make out what it is. You watch as he looks through one more rack of records before going to the cashier and making his purchase. It gets slid into a brown paper bag with the name of the store stamped on the front. You make your way over to Shouta.

“I’m ready if you are,” He smiles warmly at you and you nod your head, in so very deep. You follow him back out onto the street. He turns to face you quickly. “Here. It’s something to keep you entitled to your sadness.” There’s a barely concealed twinkle in his eye. You take what he holds out with a grin. You pull the record out of the bag.

“You’re so corny.” You laugh, but are touched that he remembered that you listen to Radiohead as he places OK Computer in your hands.

“It comes with the territory.” He speaks easily but nothing gets said on the walk back home. 

Your heart is in danger of pounding out of your chest by the time that you reach the front door. You want to kiss him, to make a move so badly that it’s the only thing that you can think about. Everything that he’s done has to mean something, right? Desperately, you hoped that it did as your fingers fiddled anxiously in front of you. You follow Shouta inside and he walks you to your room like a gentleman.

“Don’t forget this.” Shouta places the record he bought for you into your hands as you moved to open the door to your bedroom. There’s harsh electricity running through your veins that’s bordering on catastrophic. You smile at him as gratefully as you can, nodding your head in thanks as you turn back towards your door. This time, you’re able to get the door completely open and take a few steps before you hear him call your name and apologize in a stage whisper. You fight the desperate feeling in your chest as you feel him tug on your arm roughly and pull you into his hard chest. OK Computer clatters to the floor. It doesn’t matter.

Calloused hands are on the side of your face and then his lips are melting against yours needily. Shouta pulls back just as quickly as he leaned forward but his palms are still on your cheeks. He’s looking at you levelly, letting you make the next decision like it’s a game of chess. Your head feels like it’s full of helium. You watch your hands move from outside of your body as they come to tangle around his neck. You make your play and kiss him back on your tiptoes. The surprise he feels is tangible. The new kiss holds the same probing energy but then expands into something wetter and needier-yet still remains sickeningly sweet. You suck his lower lip into your mouth and sigh in the back of your throat when his hands wander down the curves of your torso to your hips. Shouta breaks the kiss, a string of saliva briefly connecting you for a moment longer and he exhales hard as he lays his forehead against yours. You can’t help but get lost in his permanently bloodshot eyes.

“I-i crossed a line. I’m going to cross a line.” Despite his words, he tugs you closer to him until your bodies are flush with each other. Shame clouds his features and you can’t stand that. Not when you created the perfect storm for this to happen. You play with the shorter hairs at the base of his neck.

“You’re not alone, okay? We’ll cross the line together.” You whisper so reverently that at first you think Shouta might not have heard you, but then you hear a strangled groan come out of his mouth and he’s pushing you backwards until you’re sitting on your bed, surrounded by soft blankets and engulfed in the scent of his mellow cologne. He starts to lean over you and you crane your neck to look over his shoulder dubiously at the door that’s standing almost wide open. It’s the only thing stopping your room from being a sanctuary. He follows your line of sight and turns back around with fiery eyes as if to say, “just be quiet.” You swallow thickly and lean back on your elbows. Shouta crawls up your body, blanketing you nimbly, and then he’s kissing you breathlessly again. You do your best to keep up with him but there isn’t a sense of yours that he isn’t absolutely steamrolling right over. His overwhelmingly hot hands travel up between your soft thighs and push your skirt up around your hips. You can’t stop the pleased sound that escapes from your mouth.

“Fuck, you sound even prettier than I imagined.” He starts kissing down your jaw and sucking at your neck. You hold his head against you and bite on your tongue to stop the salacious moans that are fighting hard to make their way into the heavy air.

“You imagined me?” You whispered, shocked, into his ear. He grins up at you devilishly.

“What the hell did you think I was gonna do, baby girl?” He’s quiet, oh so quiet, but you want to scream so loud that it breaks glass. He kisses you again and you rub your thighs together. His kisses feel better than anything you’ve ever had before. You’re drunk on it. Shouta’s long index finger pulls your bottom lip down. You follow his lead and your mouth hangs open. You watch through hazy eyes as his face hovers over yours and his lips purse. A thick glob of spit falls from between his lips and lands on yours. You feel slick gathering between your legs. His spit is licked off of your lips slowly and you open your mouth again. More. You’ve never seen his eyes so dark as he repeats the action and grinds his rock-hard cock against you.

Your legs wrap around his waist and with your free hand, you guide one of his hands down between your legs. His fingers run over the cotton that covers your slit and you can feel it starting to stick to you uncomfortably. At this point, you don’t care that this is something that neither of you should be encouraging. You’ve already got the feeling that you’ve won, you’re finally getting the vengeance you seek against your mother.

Shouta starts to pull your panties down and doesn’t stop until you’re completely free of them. He kneels on the floor and pulls you closer to his face by your thighs. His fingers knead into the skin there and you can feel his breath against your wet core. An obscene moan gets lost in the air and Shouta shoots a stern glance at you. Sorry, you mouth from where you watch perched on your elbows but you don’t really mean it.

He rubs two of his fingers against your core and you keen against the touch, not expecting it to feel as good as it did. Your mouth lolls open and you try not to squirm underneath the intensity of Shouta’s gaze. He focuses against your clit, slowly rubbing circles around it. You grind your hips down into the feeling and he bites gently into the soft skin of your thighs as you fall apart too quickly on his fingers. Your arms turn to jelly and you slide down until your back is against the comforter. Eyes flutter shut as you get lost in ecstasy.

You jolt back up again when you feel Shouta’s fingers get replaced with his mouth. He laps at your wet cunt like he’s not good for anything else and you feel him pull away just long enough to let another glob of spit fall onto your already soaked entrance. Heat rises through your body when you feel him push a finger inside of you with ease because of how worked up he has you. He curls his finger and watches with a silent chuckle how you have to slap your hand over your mouth to keep your sounds inside.

“Cute,” he mumbles against your thigh and then you’re tugging at the roots of his hair, beckoning him on top of you again. You’re so blindsided by pleasure that you don’t care how you look as you paw his shirt off and rake your fingers through the dark hair on his chest. You babble mindlessly against his ear. It makes no matter to you how you sound.

You start trying to undo the button of his pants.

“So fuckin’ needy for me, huh? My needy girl.” He whispers hotly against the side of your neck and all you can do is nod your head at him and kiss him timidly. The tip of his cock rubbed through your folds and there really was no chance of ever going back. 

“Please,” the request rolls off of your tongue and knocks against Shouta’s lips. He covers your lips with his own again and slowly presses into you. You squeeze your eyes shut at the uncomfortable feeling to begin with. He’s so big and all-encompassing that it’s almost hard to breathe. Shouta pants into the saliva-soaked kiss and bites at your bottom lip as his hips rock slowly against yours. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders at the sensation and you tighten your legs around his waist. 

He grinds his hips against yours until he’s fully seated inside of you. He breaks away from the kiss momentarily to look at you, the tiny little tears pooling at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming emotion. He runs his thumb through the tears and you bury your nose into the crook of his neck.

“Please,” you mutter again, embarrassed, into the fine sheen of sweat that coats his neck. Shouta rocks into you again and again slowly and deeply and you swear you can see galaxies forming in your field of vision. The heavy feeling of his cock inside of you is enough to have you arching your back into his chest and he fucks your harder and rougher until your grip on him is just at the point of leaving marks. You feel the muscles in your stomach turn to jelly and Shouta focuses his thrusts upward, right into your tummy. You whine against his neck. Your pussy clenches hard around him. He pulls your head away from his neck and you flop back against the mattress.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He whispers lowly and through hazy eyes, you see a look in his eyes that you’ve seen mirrored in your own. It tips you closer to the edge. You nod your head. “Look at me, baby girl.” He requests and then he’s slapping his hand quickly over your mouth to stop you from being too loud as you reach ecstasy. You don’t know how many more times he rocks his hips into yours before he’s spilling inside of you and you can’t stop your eyes from rolling back into your head. His forehead slumps against your own and there’s a drunken grin on both of your faces as he pulls his softening cock out of you.

He maneuvers the both of you around until you’re both laying on your sides, his chest pressed against your back. You drift off to sleep with Shouta’s fingers running through your hair and feeling like you have just won a long battle.

It had been two weeks since you slept with Shouta. The next morning, in the wee hours, you had woken up in your bed alone but snuck around to give him a quick kiss before he left. He had held you by the waist and cradled your head against his when you kissed him by the front door. He had smiled at you and kissed your forehead, too.

It had been a full week since when he pushed you away in the kitchen and had hissed about how what the two of you had done was wrong. Your mother came in the kitchen while you were speechless and attempting to wipe the stricken look off of your face. You glared at Shouta from across the room while she announced a long work trip that she would be taking at the end of the week.

The night before her trip came and your mother organized an elaborate “family” dinner. You invited the boy that had left hickies on your neck over and after dinner, fucked him loud enough in your bedroom for Shouta and your mother to hear on their end of the house. Being a nuisance and vengeance were what you were good at.

The morning after, your mother left wordlessly on her week-and-a-half work trip. When you did leave your room, you and Shouta avoided each other like two black clouds caught up in a windstorm. You couldn’t focus on anything. Not homework, not shows, not the music coming through your headphones. Silently, you had resolved to curl up in a ball on your bed and let tears run from your eyes freely over the predicament you were in. At this point, even if your dad were still alive, you weren’t sure if he would have good enough advice to help you through this.

It hurt.

It hurt listening through the thin walls to Shouta cluttering around the house like nothing was wrong. It hurt how he only looked at you in passing as he put the leftovers from dinner away as you walked your hookup to the door the previous night. Didn’t he know that he was the reason you were tearing yourself apart? No, that wasn’t exactly fair. 

A violent sob leapt out of your throat and you slapped your hand over your mouth to cover up your residual noises. You were the reason things had gotten so out of hand. You were almost completely blinded by your need to ruin your mother’s relationship that you hadn’t realized that you were sliding down a slippery slope for Shouta. Maybe you were as bad as your mother thought you were.

Your head was clogging up with the frequency of your tears now and it was hard for you to breathe. You couldn’t slow your mind down enough to regulate your breathing and your breaths kept coming out in ragged little pants. You sat up in a frenzy, unable to catch your breath. The disappointed look on Shouta’s face the previous night kept flashing though your head. You were lightheaded as you stood and stumbled on wobbly knees through your bedroom door and out into the living room. Tears coated your eyelashes together but through the blurriness, you could see Shouta sitting on the couch. He sat up slowly, on guard, unsure of where the line was anymore.

“What’s wrong?” His tone was neutral and that was enough to send you into a fresh wave of sobs and panic as your nose was so stuffy now that you couldn’t get a proper breath. You wanted to yell but it came out strangled. You wiped brashly at your face with the sleeve of your shirt and started to wring your hands together anxiously.

“C’mon, what’s wrong?” Shouta had stood and was standing a polite distance away from you now. There was no arm held out to you in consolation but his voice had taken on a tone that was more suited for talking to a dying animal. You felt like one just then.

“I’m-I’m sorry,” You managed to get out through hiccups. Pitifully, you watched the way that Shouta’s shoulders slumped. Still, you sobbed as he stayed quiet. Your knees wobbled perilously and before you could unceremoniously fall to the ground, you lowered yourself to the hardwood in a heap of limbs with your face buried in your hands. For a fleeting second, you wondered if you could die from crying too hard. 

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder. Shouta’s hand. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“You’re gonna make yourself throw up if you keep crying this hard.” It was nothing but the obvious. His hand squeezed down soothingly on your skin.

“Don’t care,” You muttered stuffily against your palms and curled tighter against yourself. “‘I think I’m gonna die.” Shouta’s fingers worked their way under your chin and yanked your head up more roughly than he had intended and through your puffy eyes, you saw the face of a man wracking his brain to try and remember if there was ever a time in his thirty-odd years where he had successfully used his Erasure to stop a panic-induced crying fit.

“You’re not gonna die.” There’s an annoyed edge to his voice. It makes you cry harder. He heaves out a world-weary sigh and pulls you into his chest. You don’t want his scent to be comforting but it’s exactly what you need at that moment.

“‘m sorry. ‘m just so sorry, Shouta. I didn’t wan-wanna fuck him. Just wanted to make you mad.” Getting the words out feels like running a marathon.

“I know, baby girl. I know.” There’s a pause before he speaks and he warms a little, melting into the sad jumble of your body. You close your eyes and try to focus on that, as if there was any way to repair this.

“Do you know how miserable it is being in love with you?” You look at him with puffy eyes. If your words affect him, he gives nothing away. But your words are the truth. There was only one thing in your life that hurt more than his rejection. His arms around you tighten and then fall away. You wipe your eyes again but it still does no good.

“It doesn’t make sense for you to be in love with me.” He picks at his nails.

“I don’t care. I am.”

“I treated you badly.”

“If everyone stopped loving the people that mistreated them, then the world would be an awfully loveless place.” It’s almost comical how your voice sounds with your nose stopped up.

“That’s not a logical…that’s a childish way of looking at things.” 

“Tell me you don’t love me back.” Your fingers drum on the floor and Shouta’s eyes narrow at you.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why can’t you do that?”

“Because you know I fell for the wrong woman. You know I married the wrong one.” Your heart stops.

“I don’t know that,” there’s a pause. “You’re saying that you love me too.”

“I’m saying that I married your mom and fell for you and it’s the most illogical thing I’ve ever done.”

“Tell me that you love me and that I’m better than her and I’ll be okay.” You know you’re pushing him and you should just be grateful that he’s speaking to you again. He sighs deeply, guiltily.

“I love you too. More than your mother. I’ll have a talk with her when she gets back from her trip.”

You grin pitifully at him. You always, always, got what you wanted.

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[renazuku]

forever and always.

a collection of stories based on the songs featured on folklore and evermore by taylor swift.

gosh! i am so excited to start this up! if you would like to be added to the taglist, please REPLY TO THIS POST. do not send in an ask! all works will be gender neutral!

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right where you left me; aizawa shouta (coming soon!)

after the death of his beloved spouse, aizawa just isn't sure what he should do now. eat, teach, sleep, repeat. aizawa is on autopilot, but there's one thing he never forgets to do every week; visit your favorite restaurant. he's right where you left him. "help, i'm still at the restaurant. still sitting in a corner i haunt."

the 1; takami keigo (coming soon!)

breakups always hurt, especially when the two of you never went further than a situationship. it only hurts more when you see each other again 2 years later, and you realize that things could've been different. maybe, he would've been the 1. "rosé flowing with your chosen family. and it would've been sweet, if it could've been me."

cardigan; dabi (coming soon!)

contains spoilers for season six. if there was one thing you remember about your childhood, you remember a certain white haired boy. most of your memories with him were happy, and filled with puppy (or maybe real) love. well, until the incident. so imagine your horror when you turn on the tv for the night, and there he is. "i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs. the smell of smoke would hang around this long, 'cause i knew everything when i was young."

mirrorball; kaminari denki (coming soon!)

why is everyone making fun of him? why is everyone laughing? his head is pounding from overusing his quirk, and they're laughing? maybe he is useless after all. or maybe, with a little bit of your comfort, maybe he can see what you see in him. "and i'm still a believer, but i don't know why. i've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try."

this is me trying; bakugou katsuki

bakugou hasn't had the brightest past. in the moonlight, his regrets seem to cut a little deeper than usual. after failing to get his hero license, he can't help but feel lackluster to everyone else. he just wants people to know that he's trying. "i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. fell behind on my classmates, and i ended up here."

august; todoroki shoto

the summer before shoto entered U.A, he met someone and had the time of his life. unfortunately for him, summer loves don't always last. "so much for summer love, and saying us, 'cause you weren't mine to lose."

invisible string; midoriya izuku (coming soon!)

you and izuku have been attached since your toddler days. no matter what happened, the two of you knew that you'd always have each other. "isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?"

champagne problems; iida tenya (coming soon!)

it's been three years since you and your classmates graduated from U.A. your longtime boyfriend decides to throw a dinner party. you didn't know he was popping the question. he didn't know that you'd answer like that. "love slipped beyond your reaches. and i couldn't give a reason. champagne problems."

illicit affairs; shigaraki tomura (coming soon!)

maintaining a secret relationship with one of japan's biggest villains is hard. knowing that you'll always go back to him only makes it harder. "don't call me kid. don't call me baby. look at this godforsaken mess that you've made me."

#mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #eraserhead x reader #dabi x reader #kaminari x reader #shigaraki x reader #izuku midoria x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #tenya iida x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader

[lutawolf]

Love In the Air Ep 10 Review & Running Commentary

For those who missed my early reviews, they can be found here.

We left off with Prapai taking care of Sky. I know a lot of people don't know how to take Prapai but guys he is meant to be awkward. He has never actually cared for someone outside of himself. He doesn't know how to flirt passed the fuck boy flirt, date, or care for someone but he wants to. He is trying. Is he pushy? Yes, but that's kind of necessary with someone who has walls so tight. I wouldn't be with someone who didn't prove to me that wanted me. My walls say, prove yourself.

So let us begin. Prapai is asking daddy for time off. I love the fake cough, he isn't even trying. I'm dying, lol. Course your dad doesn't believe that. Awww look at the way he looks at him and says "My boyfriend is sick." No issues telling daddy, if that doesn't tell you he is all in, I don't know what will. Buttering up daddy dearest. Love it. HAHAHAHA! look at him pushing at him. Wait! Did he really call himself Black Giant. I can't with this dude. Poor Sky, bless him. Prapai lucky he didn't get punched though. I have literally given my husband a black eye due to the night terrors. Fuck the way Prapai he won't let go. 💞That he'll be right here. Damn. Your killing me smalls. "I won't let anyone hurt you." "It's okay, your okay." He might be a fuck boy but he is a smart fuck boy who is reading the writing on the wall.

I'm gutted. Him begging Prapai to not go anywhere. The way Prapai just tucks in and hugs him. This man is not letting go. No matter the drama or chaos, he is in for the haul. He went from fuck boy to ride or die boy. Okay the fuck boy is still in there somewhere. "Your arms and legs were all over me." Look at the way Prapai is easily man handling Sky. Yes, Sky is sick but come on, we all know he is a fighter just look at the dream flashback. He is letting Prapai win. He's tucking him in, so sweet.

Poor Sky, go ahead and hide for a bit. See, Prapai is smart, he isn't getting by just on daddy's help. Love the way Sky is side eyed watching him.

Oh fuck, this is giving me all the feels. I'm becoming so soft for these two. I'm melting like butter (I wrote that in a Rhode Island voice so you should read it in one.) Sky touching his hair and waking him up only to pretend he is still asleep. #dead #this is sweeter than chocolate

Sky stopping him from going. He just wants comfort and cuddles. Stop breaking my heart Sky. "Worse than pounce and bounce is kicking me out when I'm no longer beneficial." Look how sad he looks. Boy is so gone. "Though I am shameless, my heart is fragile." He just laying his heart out there. He wants your heart!!!! Of course poor broken Sky thinks he is talking about sex. "I'm happy as long as you don't block my number, answer my calls. Reply to my texts sometimes, don't run away from me." Nah Bitch, you not asking much. 👀 You might as well said his heart. Sky looks so sad, he is like this in the book too. Sky says you can try but I'm not interested. Pai says watch and see. He has your number now Sky.

That walk, 🤣. Then the check kiss! Pai being so surprised and happy. Yeah Sky, that screams uninterested. Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're caught but nice defense.

The fucking ex.... I can't wait to see you two stomped in the mud.

The tie ceremony! Look at Phayu helping with the hook up. OMG, I love Sig. Dance your butt off ppl. Get it. Look at Sky's friends taking care of him for a change. Love it. Look at Sig being a bad ass. He really needs his own series. I would totally watch it.

Poor sick Sky. I gotta tell you though, they start the inner monologue now!!! It should have been started episodes back you bitches! Awww look at that concerned face that he has. So fucking sweet. Man is gone. Look at Sky the little care taker, worrying about his friends. He just happened to have that medicine huh. 👀👀 Oh, oh, he commanded. "Put your head on my shoulder or I'll take you back to the dorm." And SKY PUTS HIS MOTHER FUCKING HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER!!! Pai taking his head while patting his head. BUTTER. Sky asking why he is there, why do you think Sky. You baby boy, you. He absolutely should be spanked. 👀👀

Ohhhhhh, look at this. "If Phayu hadn't told me that the Cheer would last till morning, I wouldn't have known you exerted yourself." "Are you going to stop me." Interesting, that implies that Pai has the ability to in fact stop him. "If it's important to you... Then I won't." We sliding into some D/s territory here. "You might not believe me Sky. I know I seem a smooth player (aka fuck boy) who lives a carefree life. But I mean it when I say I'm serious about this relationship." Then the forehead kiss. Then the thank you from Sky. Hallmark moment. Yeah Pai, you is so far gone down the love tunnel.

These motherfucking simps. I'm not single but at this moment I'm feeling very single.

That some heart eyes. Then comes cold Sky "you haven't left yet?" Pai being like, as if. Pulling out the fuck boy again. "I became your pillow and blanket." 🤣🤣🤣 Look at that cute face Sky makes, when Pai says he wants his reward to be a smile. Aww, look at the sweet girls thanking Sky and Pai watching carefully.

Okay so, in the book Pai is gone on the first night but he is too stupid to know it. He just knows that there is something special about Pai. This is the moment that he knows he is head over heels and wants to spend the rest of his life with Sky. 💞💞💞 Ohh, look at that man handling. Niiiiiice.

Another look at the building. Like damn. I think I've seen the apartment building from every angle. Aww, Pai talking softly to Sky. "Why the heck am I watching a sleeping boy." 🤣🤣🤣 He on the struggle bus over a leg. HAHAHA. Yeah Sky, you wanted that. He kind of cute when not being a fuck boy. Yup, go ahead and hide baby. It's instinctual by now, huh.

A Date! I love the play back and forth. Now you can see the sparkle in Sky's eyes. Look at Pai starting to get grumpy, lol. Oh Shit. Don't watch her as she walks away. Yup, make it clear you just friends. Yeahhhhh, Sky isn't falling for that. Once turns into three. No more than that. 🤣🤣🤣 It took him awhile to figure out that no one would compare. Look at that smile from Sky. He knows two months of no devils tango is a lot for Pai. Those cute smiles back and forth.

I'm totally the gossip dude. I make those same faces, don't judge. I think we all noticed their names but yeah point it out. Okay I love the way Pai turned his back. 😂😂😂 You saying nothing happened while standing next to sexy wearing a heart shirt. Ain't nobody believing shit. Ha! Pai! You can get done till your sick??? I didn't know that and I'm a whore.. Have I been doing it wrong?? I need someone love me till I'm sick or at least give it the good old college try. Seriously though, if you get sick from good sex, may I suggest practicing more often. 😎

You should absolutely get used to the brattiness Pai. Look at Pai anticipating that door close and just putting his hand out. Ha! Oh, your able to ignore me, let me scoot closer. Let me lean in. Let me touch your back and look over your shoulder. LOVE IT! Like a cat.

Aww, he kissed his shoulder. So flirty. He has upgraded from the fuckboy flirting. This is slightly romantic. Of course I love Sky's response though and look how fast Pai moved. HA! Sky got goosebumps. Yes, you did sleep with a psycho but your not exactly sane yourself. Awww, he is writing a list about Pai while smiling. So fucking cute.

Oh fuck this moment had me rocking in my chair. It's so cute. Like squeeeeeee. Did he really softly ask Sky if it's similar. Then he draws on his palm. "I'm claiming my ownership." That smile.... "You own only yourself." It was a good try though Pai. It really was. I was rooting for you.

Look at him taking care of his baby. Ohh, look at him so happy at Sky being curious about him. Look at Sky smiling at Pai describing his siblings just as he is. Sky calls him out, love it. Ohhh don't ask Sky about his sad life. No sad Sky. Look at Pai planning to introduce Sky to his family. Can't wait to see them smoother him in love. Ohh I just got chills when he said "Sky." If I got chills, I know you got chills. We all got chills. OH OH OH the neck touch, fuck me, oh yup that's hot. Hand on the pulse, fuck me. You MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE Sky wasn't the only one wanting that kiss!!!!!!!! That damn inner monologue again, the one that should have come sooner. I'm gonna be pissy about that for awhile.

He is making him sleep on the floor! Love it! OH Pai was so insulted by that "What's your relationship to me that you should sleep in the bed with me." He really is very patient though. Such cute sassy back and forth. "What choice do I have, I already lost to you." 💖

That was afuckingdorable!!! I adored this episode. He Called His Mom!!! How fucking adorable, omg, I'm gonna die of cuteness overload. Okay, now that we are past that. I'm super fucking excited for the next episode!! Woot! Hope you guys enjoyed this. I dedicate this to @notfreetoday because they are so kind and always give me a heads up about any possible triggers. Thank you 💜💜💜

#love in the air the series #love in the air series #love in the air #love in the air kink #lita #luta opinions #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

[anasweetlywrites]

“ The Project ” Part 5 Tony Stark x Female!Reader

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Warnings :

Thank you so much for all the votes! I can't wait to write that part! 😉

Until then I hope you'll enjoy this one as well~

Heavy angst on both sides- abandoned issues, reader distance herself when she's hurt , loneliness , self doubt and more stuff (yeah the situation in my real life gets worse so I couldn't help it)

But also comfort, reassurance and lots and lots of fluff

Little mean but in a teasing manner Tony

A lil hint of a dirty dream but that's all for now

Both of them confessing so yes,their love it's mutual and yes,you'll see that Tony's not afraid to say this in front of the world

Only reader p.o.v this time

You can find the separate masterlist for this series here

Feedback it's appreciated~

Thank you for your patience~

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Words without warnings : 2018

Reader p.o.v

When I woke up, the spot behind me on the couch was empty and he wasn't in the lab either. I was warm under the blanket but still felt so cold I started shivering a little and the A.I instantly raised the temperature a little apologizing.

“The room temperature it's perfect. Thank you very much. Where is Tony...I mean Mr.Stark?”

“He's currently showering. Would you like me to let him know you're awake?”

“No, it's alright. We don't need to disturb him.” I yawned sleepily then I bit my lip thinking about the dream that I had…it was so wrong so maybe it was better he wasn't there when I woke up. I took my phone to distract me and check the notifications.

I was glad I left it on silent because there were a lot of unnecessary notifications.

However, one notification was certainly important.

“Miss L/N, due to the fact Mr Stark from Stark Industries informed me the project you're working on it's highly important, I decided to allow you as much time as you need. Since you're the only person who managed to get so far I trust you for putting great effort in it. Best of luck!”

“Yesss!” I jumped happily after I read the mail and I asked the A.I to tell him the good news as soon as Tony could be free then I responded to the mail.

The A.I didn't hesitate to tell him the news right away and I started humming a song as I was checking other notifications and started looking at the pictures I took last night at the helmet parts and when Tony was working too. I knew he would give me access to everything that was filmed in his lab but I still felt the project needs images and videos from my perspective as well.

But unfortunately my happiness didn't last long. I've seen a text from “someone” which ruined my whole mood. Like suddenly everything I was doing didn't matter and made me overthink even my kind of new friendship with Tony. What if I'll end up falling in love with him and of course I won't be able to tell him and worse than that I'll end barely talking with him just like with-

“I better get over this and finish everything before it will finish me.” I mumbled out loud without realizing and started collecting my things from the couch then I took my coat which luckily had a hood so I could hide pretty well as I wanted to leave the building quietly and return when he had time-

“Hey! Hey! You don't have to leave just because you're upset every time! Of course, I can see your upset! The asshole who texted you some breadcrumbs right now is probably the same you remembered about and cried and I don't want you to leave just to go cry on your own!” Tony appeared out of nowhere, freshly showered, talking quickly as soon as he noticed I finally got a little out of my thoughts and noticed him.

“It's a way I'm just distancing myself hoping I won't do anything stupid! But even when I leave no one comes to stop me anymore! And I don't even know why I want someone to stop me from leaving when I want to leave!Ughhh!” I shouted, then I threw my hands up in the air, frustrated by my mixture of feelings, then covered my face and slowly felt myself falling.But- I wasn't landing on the floor…one of Tony's robots caught me right before he reached me and pulled me tightly in his arms. I froze, too surprised to push him away.

“You can do everything stupid. You can slap me. You can call me names. I know you wouldn't be yourself, it's your anger talking. I know you're a good person…even good people can get angry or sad or frustrated… and they deserve someone to care about them…even in these moments there comes the reason you want someone to go after you.” He started gently caressing my back then he continued talking in a lower voice after he sighed deeply “You'll probably sorta just like me when I save everyone they're happy for like two days then they go back to sharing gossip news about who I flirted with , slept with and how much I spend on my whisky.” I didn't even need to look at him to know he rolled his eyes.

When he figured out I was silent because I was listening, not crying, he took a deep breath and continued “And in these moments I have to remember who I am. I have to remember people are putting me down because they'll never work to reach my level. Whatever friends or man or whatever you're fighting for to make them stay in your life but they don't put as much effort as you do then you can put as much effort as they put and see their true face. You might get very lonely like me, I can get surrounded by 200 people that know me at a party and feel like that. But you might also not…which it's really rare but still true. I'm not very good with feelings or not adding myself in comparisons but-”

“Thank you…”I whispered the only words I could think of and held him tight, hiding my face in the crock of his neck. “Thank you for not letting me distance myself from everything and for sharing how you feel…” I took a deep breath then added “I don't expect people to understand that even men who can have everything can be unhappy…but I'll prove to them how great you can be even without a suit.” I whispered and pulled away from his arms slowly. “I still have to go…I haven't taken a shower since like two days ago.” I chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.

He stood there watching me in a way that I assumed it was dumbfounded then he sassily reminded me,“You're in my place. The best place where you could take a shower!” He crossed his arms and looked down at me.

“I guess our serious and emotional moment ended!” I said dramatically then walked towards the door holding back from laughing. It was crazy how quickly he could make me laugh.

“Yeah but not the warm water.” He caught my hand in his and held it gently. “ Or the helmet…or your project...” He started rambling and avoiding my eyes.

“You feel lonely now, don't you?” I whispered and I found dropping my bag and gently cupping his cheek with my free hand , feeling his beard against my palm and his sad half smile as he nodded. “Tell me what's wrong…”

And that's how it went for the next couple of months... Long talks, long arguing back and forth about the helmet, about how different stuff that I had no idea about worked…about probably almost everything but always finding a way to cooperate in the end and not letting go of each other no matter how stupid the arguments went or how hard was to actually understand each other point of view.

I ended up having my own room in the tower , moving for what I thought will be only as long as I'm working on the project with him…I was slowly falling in love but allowed myself to do it with all the risks…

When the helmet was finally done and so were the two big parts of the project , Tony decided to throw a party. He didn't tell me exactly what for because it wasn't like a lot of people knew about the project I had to do or had any idea who I was anyway.

Thinking it was a grand party I decided to make a PowerPointuri version of the project and added a lot of extra pics of videos with him being focused , calculating and everything that didn't lack too much of his work but showed how incredibly smart, creative and hardworking he was…the only thing I changed was the ending.

“Now that you've seen the professional and incredibly intelligent side of Mr Stark…I would like to end the night showing another side of him.”

I was completely sure that was the last time I was going to be in the same room with him. I was completely sure it was the last time I was going to see him. So I poured my feelings in the last two slides with quick short videos of both us working, laughing…important pics I've took like the one where he was staring at the mask or from little coffee cups and snacks he was leaving for me when he was away or when his eye shine so brightly as he was figuring something out…

“And all of these moments, ladies and gentlemen and everyone else invited tonight…were a privilege to know and I think-” before I could go on , feeling as I was starting to tear up and suddenly my beautiful dress was too tight, the lights in the room to bright and to leave him was too hard, I heard his steps as he joined me on the stage I was standing and still trying to finish the presentation.

Tony fixed his gaze on me as he approached me and the room suddenly went quiet. Not even a fly could be heard and no war could start until he said so,“During these months I realized you never stop impressing me even when you're just being yourself. And you proved to me once again how amazing you are. I love how curious you are , the little details I thought I'll always notice first , I haven't realized…I haven't realized a lot of things in my life until I've met you…but thinking about the things I realized…”

I was frozen in my spot. The last video in my presentation went on repeat. I could barely focus on Tony's voice in the video but completely focused on his voice which came from the actual Tony in front of me.

He stopped a few steps away from where I was standing as he continued,“I realized, not only I love how I can be myself around you but I can be an even better me!And most importantly…I realized I love you!” He raised his voice a little as he confessed to emphasizing his words. His baby deer eyes were so wide and pleading as he was waiting for a reaction from me , any reaction…but I could only stand there shocked and after a few seconds passed he whispered, “Do you love me t-” but before he could finish the sentence I realized it was real, he meant it and I closes the distance between us and jumped in his arms.

He gasped surprised then held me tightly and warmly. “I love you too.” I whispered in his ear despite knowing everyone could hear then I stared in his eyes , smiling shyly.

He let out a relieved soft laugh and held me tighter then he gently sealed the confessions with a soft deep kiss to which I instantly answered too , feeling as if I was melting in his arms as we were kissing.

The crowd was shouting, whitelisting and yelling. No one cared about their infinite questions as we parted from the kiss and I stared at him once again before I shyly hid in the crock of his neck, making him laugh again and I felt his left hand comfortingly rubbing my back.

I looked up again, seeing myself reflected in his beautiful eyes and kissed him again just to make sure it was real , ignoring the words I overheard as I slowly melted and got more addicted not only to his lips but to the love he was pouring into the kiss as well…the only thing that I couldn't completely leave for later was the question still not very persistent yet “Do I deserve his love?”

#tony stark #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony x y/n #tony stark fluff #tony stark angst #tony x reader #anasweetlywrites

[timomoe]

Latvia for the character bingo!

I'm so glad you asked for Latvia. I LOVE Latvia.

Canonically speaking, Latvia has nightmares about Russia and the things he's done to him. But my hcs about these nightmares are that you can not go and comfort him when he wakes up from one, or if you realize he's had one. For anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour, Latvia will be in fight mode, and anyone he perceives will immediately be labeled as a threat to his hyperactive, terrified brain, and while he looks little and sweet (and he is), when he is in this state of absolute panic and horror, he will start swinging, oftentimes grabbing whatever is closest to him as a weapon, and he will not stop swinging until you're out cold. Once he snaps out of this mode and realizes he is safe, then you can go look after him and make sure he is ok, but not a second sooner.

His favorite flowers are lily of the valley. 1. Because they're lovely, cute flowers, and 2. They're deadly poisonous if consumed, and he likes keeping them around... Just in case.

Latvia is one of a handful of characters I headcanon to be autistic. It is where his inability to control his tongue and read the room stems from. He also struggles to maintain friendships bc of it, as he doesn't really process friendship decay. If you're his friend, you're his friend, regardless if you've spoken to him in the last year. He's not good at reaching out to others to start conversations, either.

I did not color the sketch in, but when I do paint Latvia, I draw him with washed out skin and dark circles under his eyes. In a way, this sort of symbolizes how his youth and childhood have been stolen from him, and that despite being one of the only children in the series, he looks much older than he is. It is due to stress and fear and hunger and overworking his entire life, which is awful and certainly must have affected him. In a more literal sense, tho, it's because he has really bad insomnia and just can not sleep well, no matter what he tries, leading him to look pale, tired, and sometimes even sick.

And like before this gets too sad, Latvia is not a mopey, tragic boy. He is actually rather happy. He wakes up every day and strives to make himself happy however he can. He prioritizes self love, self care, and recreation. He, this child, takes better care of himself than his older "siblings", Estonia and Lithuania, who are notorious overworkers who use work as a means of not being left alone with their thoughts for too long. Latvia does not do this. He goes on walks and sits in fields making flower crowns, he sings out in public while walking down the sidewalk, he is a published author, he writes silly little fantictions, he reads heaps of romance books, anything he thinks will make him happy - whenever he wants to. He does not let the opinions of others keep him from doing this, either. In his mind, he has struggled enough. He deserves his happiness. There is no reason why he should deprive himself of it. This isn't to say that he does not struggle with mental health. He does. But generally speaking, he manages it pretty well (probably bc he's the only country that's not too proud to go to fucking THERAPY/hj)

#aph latvia #hws latvia #hetalia latvia #i love him sm

[illumiera]

HI, I'm that eminem throwing rat meme and giving you these:

🍓, 🐇, 🕯️, 🏜️, 🍦... 👀

✨from this ask game!✨

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE QUESTIONS, DEAR GIGI! 💖

🍓- how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I'm pretty sure I started writing personal little fics on the family computer when I was a little duckling, but for Miraak x LDB in particular, since that's my main Thing?

in late 2021, I saw the Miraak follower mod and a few pieces of fanart, and then the writing bug bit me so fiercely that before I knew just what had hit me, I was several thousand words into what would become the very, very first draft of i fear no fate's first chapter! it felt really good, actually, because I'd been going through a period of low mood during which I just had no creative energy whatsoever, and then all of a sudden, I was writing again. so i fear no fate holds an even more special place in my heart for being the thing that got me creating once more... 🥰

🐇 - do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

without a doubt, original characters! I've never tried writing a reader-insert (or even a self-insert, for that matter, even though I'm sure that would be really fun!), but I feel like there's a lot more creative freedom over an original character. I get to decide their appearances, their backstories, and in general, what's in-character for them or not!

🕯️- on a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

it's kind of tricky for me to give this one a number! my writing process is like this: roughest draft possible -> more fleshed out rough draft -> even more fleshed out draft -> and then I go through and write a version I'm happy with line by line, so the finished product still differs from the last draft I write and there's occasionally some surprises in there.

in effect, I edit as I write, and as I really enjoy the writing (I think of it as painting with words...) I'll give that maybe an 8!

🏜️ - what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

CHEAT ANSWER: ANY. I love seeing that someone has enjoyed my work enough to want to say something about it, I love knowing it's affected somebody on some small level, I love knowing that words I've written have provided someone a little relief, a little comfort, a little happiness, a little angst where applicable.

my absolute favourite, though, is the long comments that quote individual lines, theorise, and pick up on exactly the little things I snuck in (essentially the kind you leave, Gigi)! they're the ones I endeavour to leave whenever I read someone's fic, too... 😊

🍦 - name three good things about a character you hate

okay, so, he's not a TES character, and I used to like the book series, but I cannot stand Rhysand from ACOTAR. nonetheless: his court has a cool aesthetic, he has a nice name, and I think it's neat that he has bat wings. (talk about damned with faint praise, huh?) 😤

#asks #ask game

[xitty]

Thanks for answering my ask. Do you mind if I ask (again) for your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Haaa... I try to not make this filled with only Enstars and Genshin Impact characters, hehe. I'm not putting these in order, that would be too difficult. Warning: long post.

Eichi and Wataru (Ensemble Stars) I'm putting them together here because do not separate and all that. For Eichi it's just... everything, I love his smart and silly sides, his calculating and passionate sides. I find it fascinating how he wants to be in control yet he delights when people surprise him with their wild moves, like Trickstar did. He's also funny, I love his stupid punny names and all. For him being one of my favourite characters ever, I sometimes have trouble voicing why because I just go "ahsgfdhgas look at him he's such a character". I loved him pretty much instantly when I read about him. How he went from desperation and hurt (to others and himself) to having people around him who care about him. Wataru is a funny case actually because I don't usually like loud characters who go bothering everyone lol. But I think one of the key differences is that Wataru is not nor acts like he's stupid, on the contrary. But he is fun! And I find it intriguing how he's shed/hidden most of his past. And how he plays with what's real him and what's him become the role he has been playing in life... He used to not care about people surrounding him much but that changed when he met Eichi and that's lovely. He actually cares about his friends but sometimes shows it rather eccentric ways. Both of them have interesting things going on in their story and it's never dull when they are together.

Yuki (IDOLiSH7) Yuki is very much my type of character, calm, serious and smart but with sort of dry humour. But also has a little bit prickly side to him (more so in the past but it's still not totally gone, he's just outwardly more polite). Oh, and this is not something that makes me like him more per se, but: he's one of few Japanese vegetarian characters I know. And not for any religious or such reasons, he just doesn't like meat.

Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) When I said Yuki is my type of character, here's another example of that type. He's pretty blunt and matter-of-fact and I love him for that. Characters don't need to be like me for me to like them but if there's a character I feel kinship with, it's him. I appreciate his principles regarding work so much, just have a job with comfortable amount of responsibility and load and even if you were qualified, don't need to do more or reach higher position if that's not your thing. He's become one of my faves ever.

Diluc (Genshin Impact) Again, my type... a little grumpy, capable, serious guy. With added troubled past and It's Complicated(TM) stuff. He's one of the biggest reasons I started playing Genshin. I saw him and thought "huh, looks like my kinda character" and I was so right. :D

Terra (Final Fantasy VI) If I need to name an alltime favourite character, I often pick Terra. After she was freed from Empire, she often felt lost and didn't know if she had a purpose in the world (plus being half Esper) but in the end she found her place and it's not grand, opulent hero's life in a castle or something, it's a quiet, simple life. It's what she wants.

Rin (Yuru Camp) Ok, if we take one more character I relate to, it's Rin. She likes doing things by herself and is happy that way. It doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy doing stuff with her friends with too because she does. I like how she sends out message out there it's not lonely or weird to enjoy solitary hobbies.

Nagisa (Ensemble Stars) Ok, back to Enstars. I love Nagisa's curiosity for everything. He was also kept from normal life for a long time and has been following wishes/instructions of others but has since then started to discover and explore what *he* wants to do and I love that.

Kaoru (Ensemble Stars) One more from Enstars then I stop ok... So! I didn't originally care much for Kaoru. Then I started reading more about him and how he started shedding off his playboy act and be more true to himself and how he's actually really sweet guy.

Jiang Cheng (Mo Dao Zu Shi) I feel for him, he tries to do things right but things just don't go his way. Even though he did some not-so-nice stuff, you can understand where his anger and bitterness comes from. I think he doesn't get enough credit for leading his clan and being mostly put together after everything he went through.

Umm, this is the list for this moment in time. I went into this with the mindset of "how much I think about this character" and picked some that occupy my brain most. Because, for example, I've been a Star Trek fan for something like 25 years and there are many dear characters in many series but they aren't rotting my brain at this time.

Some characters I considered, so, honorable mentions: Shin from 86, Sakura from Cardcaptor Sakura, Fern from Frieren, Noé from The Case Study of Vanitas, Hazel from Watership Down (bunny among humanoid characters, why not!?), Shizuma from Therapy Game, Xie Lian from TGCF... And Enstars characters I left from the list: Tatsumi, Yuzuru, Tsumugi. And Genshin characters: Yae Miko, Ayato, Kazuha...

#ask #dnana-2809-blog #thanks for the ask #favourite characters #long post

[daltoneering]

Fire, Water and Smoke Imagery in ep 14

Over 8000 words of thoughts on the fire and water imagery in this series and now we're finally here... honestly I have spent far too many hours of my life thinking about swimming pools and cigarettes, I'll be glad for a break 😂 (actually no I won't, I'm gonna miss doing these so much!)

Let's get into it.

A callback to Porsche's phoenix, and a visual of the memory he was telling Kinn about in episode 4: to grow up and become the phoenix, and take care of himself and Chay. Porsche has held onto the freedom of being true to himself throughout, and has shown that same freedom to Kinn, allowing him to become his full self. By the end of the episode Porsche is reborn into a new version of himself, one that rules by Kinn's side: freed by their love for each other.

This shot of Gun/Kun/Kan victory smoking is almost perfectly match cut with Porsche tipping his head back in distress in the previous scene. It's a clear indication and contrast of how they are both feeling—Porsche falling apart because he has no idea what's going on or what the truth is, and Gun sitting happy in his pre-conceived victory.

Gosh RIP Daddy Chan!!! Going out in style still doing his duty to the end by warning Kinn that the minor family were coming, and lighting up a smoke to see him over to the other side. The ultimate comfort cigarette.

The pool that Vegas "dies" next to is yet another new swimming pool in the main family complex. I'm actually really glad that they didn't go with the main central one, as too much of its meaning is caught up in Korn and Kinn, and instead gave VP their own pool. They're covered in the reflections from the pool for almost all of their dialogue, and when Vegas falls (depending on which shot you look at) he's almost in the water. I've often posited that water/swimming pools have to do with the main family, and I wonder if this isn't something about the inescapability of Vegas' demise while still in that shadow—or watery reflection—of that main family.

I don't have masses of thoughts on Kim smoking but as it is my duty to report each time a character does—he's clearly thinking of Chay.

Ahhh, my beautiful episode 1 callback. The same boat. The same river. The same section of river and buildings in the background. KP on equal footing. The lights on the water throwing back to their first kiss.

And still surrounded by the water. Still surrounded by the huge mafia expanse of it. More in the heart of it, in fact, than ever. And I have to be honest—I wasn't sure it was going to end up like this. There is a part of me that wonders (hopes?) that if we do get a s2, they will be able to get away from that huge expanse of still, reflective water—get away from the leadership of it all and experience some of the quiet, loving life together that they have both dreamed of.

But is true freedom like that fully attainable, for people with so much in their pasts and such deep devotion to their families? Right now, I don't think it matters, because they have each other. They have promised themselves to each other. Mafia bosses or not, that's never going to change, and now matter where they are or how much water is surrounding them, they'll be holding on tight to each other.

And so we end up here: with the victor, and his two poor fish, kept in separate tanks trying to fight each other till someone ends up dead. Korn is still very much playing the long game. He is still very much scheming. And while he may be sitting pretty for now, I don't think the Porsche we know and love is going to allow him to remain there for long... especially not if Nampheung is the final key to the puzzle.

To read the other 8000 words of fire/water/smoking meta throughout all the episodes, you can check out my masterpost google doc [some of the earlier stuff and probably intro still needs updating], or the individual episode write-ups I've been posting here on tumblr since ep 9.

Mirrors and reflections in this episode

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta #kp* #fire water series #gosh i was nervous before but now i actually want a second season so badly mostly because i have to KNOW #WHAT THE HECKITY IS GOING ON #and also i do personally want them to be as free as they can and at least go on holiday to a beach bar <3 #though i am satisfied/have made my peace with them as mafia bosses for now