#apparently people have a strong stance on either side

[cowboycarters]

and when i say “change”, i mean to actively better themselves, be more self aware, quitting self destructive habits, recognizing your blind spots in interpersonal relationships to improve to, work on effective communicating, etc etc

#apparently people have a strong stance on either side #so i’m curious

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 4

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous 🌔

Enid was particularly boisterous today. I assume the increasing fullness of the moon is to blame. This must have caused her to desire an increased need for physical contact. I am unsure as to why though. Much of the day was spent begrudgingly placating her whims. I only acquiesced because it was less bothersome than her pouting.

Despite the physical contact of holding her hand, at her request, she continually brushed up against me. When I commented on this peculiar behavior the werewolf's face became flushed with color. Her response, in hushed tones, was that she was 'scenting' me. When I asked for clarification as to why and for what purpose she gave some vague incoherent rambling answer about werewolves being territorial, which may confirm one of my earlier hypotheses. I did not comment further on the behavior but it did decrease somewhat. I decided that it would be more productive if I educated myself on such matters independently. However, it was most difficult to find a moment of solace with Enid clinging to me like a particularly stubborn flea.

Increased aggression and resource guarding must also be another side effect of the waxing gibbous moon. Enid kept repeatedly growling at people who tried to approach our table at lunch. However, if this was indeed resource guarding, I find it odd that she let the vampire and siren join us. Perhaps she didn't feel threatened at losing her food because the vampire's diet differs from her own. That could explain her passive acceptance of the mosquito Tanaka. But why Portokalos too? Siren and werewolf diets overlap. So why was she accepted but not the others that passed by our vicinity? It remains unclear.

Several other werewolves, or 'furs' as Enid calls them, were also on edge today. Enid nearly got into a physical altercation with another werewolf that was trying to engage me in conversation. She looked simply stunning as she partially wolfed out and threatened the other werewolf with maiming if he continued conversing with me. There was much snarling and displays of intimidation. Eventually the other werewolf backed down. After that encounter Enid insisted I wear my snood for the rest of the day. I protested at first, explaining that I had no intention of returning to our dorm simply to acquire another piece of clothing. Besides, I have already made my stance known that I shall only wear the garment on special occasions. An unremarkable Thursday hardly qualified its use.

Enid was quick to explain that it would keep other 'furs' from bothering me. I considered her statement before ruefully agreeing that a decrease in social interaction would be rather enjoyable. Before I could rise from the table to retrieve the garment, Enid produced it from the contents of her backpack. My incredulity must have been apparent as Enid voiced an answer before I could ask. She said she brought it 'just in case.' She must have predicted the erratic behavior of her fellow kin. I was touched by such foresight by her on my behalf.

I decided to wear it, as it would have been foolish of me to pass up such an opportunity to be left alone in peace. I was both surprised and not that my snood now smelled strongly of Enid. It was in her bag after all. Admittedly the experience wasn't too unpleasant. Either the snood itself or Enid's strong scent did prevent any further interaction with other werewolves. I was most impressed by its efficacy. Enid seemed rather pleased with this outcome as well. I was given a wide berth by any subsequent werewolves as I walked the academy halls.

Unfortunately I forgot to remove my snood when I arrived at my mandated appointment with my therapist. Her eyes were drawn to it repeatedly before I voiced the reason for its appearance. Strangely enough she raised no comment before proceeding to ask about my journaling. I decided to share the briefest of snippets about my impromptu outing with Enid during the waxing crescent moon. She seemed oddly fixated on the maladies that afflicted me that day. She asked me to guess as to their origin.

I cited my lack of sustenance prior to the outing and the low Autumn temperatures. She asked me to explore the symptoms that couldn't be accounted for by obvious external variables. I posited that I could have contracted a mild virus, not uncommon this time of year. She seemed dissatisfied with my answer. I failed to see its relevance to our already irrelevant sessions. She asked about my relationship with Enid. I stated that we were roommates. She asked if that was all. I added that we are also friends. She repeated the question and I repeated my answer.

The rest of the session was as trivial as to be expected. However, at the end she gave me an additional assignment to my journaling; to document my physiological and emotional responses to interactions with my peers. An unusual request. I'm most certain she'll be dulled to a tortuous degree when I recount my lack of response to every student, teacher, and extraneous other I come in contact with between sessions.

#ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x enid #wenclair #wednesday is oblivious #wednesday is soft for enid #wholesomefluffdaddy

[gladtobeagirl]

Bad Day

As some of you know I have recently started a new job as a school administrator at a local school. It takes pupils, both boys and girls aged 11- 18. I have thoroughly enjoyed my time there - until today. This morning, when I arrived at school, the head teacher asked if he could have a quick word with me in his office. It seems that a MEMBER OF STAFF had queried if it was appropriate that I should be using the female toilets!

Before I go any further, I should emphasise that the head teacher was totally on my side and he was only informing me of the matter so that I didn't hear about it in casual conversation. He was even angrier than I was! The school has two teen transboys amongst the pupils and trys to teach tolerance, support and understanding. I'm ashamed to say that I was so angry I started crying ...

He's told me to take the rest of the day off while he deals with the matter. He will be seeing the member of staff involved today and will be dealing with them in the strongest terms. They may possibly even be suspended.

So I'm back at home for the rest of the day. Part of me is pleased that the school has taken such a strong stance in supporting me. But I'm also worried. Sooner or later the matter will become pubic knowledge - especially if the person involved IS suspended. Then there wil be talk about me and people will start taking sides and everything could become very messy. I don't hide the fact I'm transgender but I don't go out of my way to advertise it either, especially in a work setting. Some of the staff here know I'm trans and don't seem phased by it in the least - one teacher who knew even asked me if I'd like to go for a drink sometime and seemed very disappointed when I told him I lived with my girlfriend. Eventually, I guess, the pupils will get to hear about it and I'll have to think about how I'm going to handle that! Apparently, at the moment a lot of the teen boys haven't got beyond thinking I've got a 'nice arse'!

I just wish we could all grow-up! It's 2023 for God's sake! No-one would be interested if I was just a lesbian or if I had a physical disability. But being trans is different. It seems to make me a potential threat in some way. Anyway, the head teacher is going to telephone me later to tell me what he's decided to do with the person involved. Until then I'll just have to make the most of my unexpected day off. Is 10.15 in the morning too early to open a bottle of wine? Katie XX

#I

[kaizenkhaos]

Harringrove Lovefest: The Back Up Plan

The 10th of February's prompt I chose is The Back Up Plan ^^ The boys are going to Prom. But their dates are sick, so.....maybe they should just go with each other ^^ Next fics will be the 13th and 14th :D Enjoying seeing peoples' content so far. Hoping to look at more over the next few days ^^

Prom was one of those stupid traditions which schools seemed to have where people had to dress up, dance. Felt like they had to choose a partner. Stressed out. Be the best dressed. Be the best full stop.

Or maybe Billy was just feeling bitter about it because his date was sick.

He'd spent several hours getting things just right. His hair, his suit, his cologne. Something not too strong but with the familiar smell the girls now associated with him. He was in a suit. Shirt button up in a fashion that felt foreign to him. He even had one of those stupid flower things on his lapel. A bright red carnation. Apparently it signified love and stuff. Whatever, he'd just liked the look of it. He'd even got a matching one for his date. Being sick was a valid reason and he knew that but there was something about going to prom alone which felt….not great. They'd expect him to walk in with a date. He'd had so many people ask him and now he was stuck alone. Anyone in their right mind would have gotten a date by now or be going with friends. Something else Billy didn't really feel he had. It wasn't as if he could pick up the phone and call someone. No chance he was calling Hagan; he'd not appreciate a third wheel on his wagon tonight. If he didn't go, people would talk. If he did still go, people would talk, and he wasn't staying here dressed to the nines. That was his decision made for him.

"I'm going to the prom."

No answer, just as expected. These days, that was better than the answer he could get, so he took it and walked out. Ready to bomb away in the Camaro and forget Lacey. Maybe someone would sneak in a 'beverage' and this night would be better than he thought it would be. School was almost out for him. What were they going to do? Expel him? Heading past the Harrington household, Billy was surprised to see Harrington's BMW still parked out on the drive. Slowing down, he took a glance and realised it wasn't just the car that was there; so was Harrington and he was getting out the car with flowers. Running his hand through his hair before heading back to the house. Had he just gone out to get flowers for his date? When he returned alone, Hargrove knew that wasn't the case, so rolled to the side. Cut the engine and got out, leaning against his car as Harrington was about to get in his own.

"Buying flowers for yourself Harrington?"

He could feel the look Steve gave him without being able to properly see. That withering look, the eye roll and here it came; that stance where hands went on hips and he knew he was in for a bitchy response.

"They're for my mom. Why? You wish they were for you?"

Billy laughed, casually reaching in his pocket for his smokes. Seeing right through Steve's lies. For his mom…. Maybe now but he knew originally, that was not the idea.

"You on the bench then?"

He saw the slight shift. The stiffening and knew he'd hit a nerve. Harrington didn't have a date!! Now how's that for a turn up for the books. King Steve didn't have a Queen for his carriage.

The way the guy didn't speak for a moment and leaned on his own car, the door open, like this conversation was soon going to be over. As far as Steve was concerned anyway. Billy was in no hurry to leave.

"She got sick. The flu or somethin'." He shrugged as if it either didn't matter or he was pretending to not be bothered. Could be either, hard to tell. But Billy smirked regardless. He'd not expected Steve to be so open. Perhaps….it would be fun to toy with him but clearly King Bee here wasn't in the mood and Billy for once didn't fancy getting into a fight. Going home with a bruiser would just get him more. "Funny that," Billy started, staring down at his cigarette before looking up at Steve who was clearly listening. Eyes set on the blonde as he leaned forward a little. "That's exactly what my date said too. You think perhaps we've been stood up and they're going together?"

It was a joke but he could see the cogs whirring in Steve's head. A laugh brought it crashing down and with a sneer, Steve got in his car. Wrong move. "Wow, really touchy Harrington." He made no effort to move his car, which was partially blocking the drive and headed up it. Uninvited with the chance of Steve trying to bump him but he didn't care. Steve however seemed to realise this and instead sat in his car, clearly displeased about his unexpected guest and rival turning up at such a time..Or perhaps anytime.

"Well how about this amigo," Billy said, now leaning against the BMW as Steve wound the window down. Still stony faced but at least he'd not put the foot on the gas.

"Looks like both of our dates are either actually sick or have ditched us. Their loss man. But we're both dressed to the nines and ready to go. So how about it?"

"How about what?"

Billy shrugged, as if what he's about to say is nothing.

"We just rock up together. Show Hawkins how it's done."

The truth was Casey, or Laura or whatever her name was hadn't been Billy's first choice to Prom. Reality sucked but in this hick nation of a town, going with a girl was as natural as taking a piss. But going with a guy….not only would it be the talk of the school but the talk of the town, and as soon as that talk got back to his dad… It wasn't worth thinking about. But now said guy was sat smart and still stone faced next to him in the Camaro, it was hard to not think about all the things that came to mind when he was alone and the house was silent. Steve had been the one he'd really wanted to go to the prom with. But he'd pretend that he was just doing the guy a favour. It was just a back up plan; once they got to prom, they'd go their separate ways and that would be that. Billy would offer to take him back or he could get a cab, he didn't care. Really….. He wasn't thinking about post prom….he wasn't thinking about….

"I'm surprised you're not blasting us with that music you listen to…."

The softness of Steve's words managed to cut through the silence and Billy blinked. He was right; he'd not even done his usual routine. Slam on the gas, slam on the tunes.

"Seeing as you ask so nicely…."

The music flicked on, Billy laughed as Steve visibly winced at the volume but he wasn't in the mood for being a total asshole. So he turned it down just a notch. The radio was just finishing one tune and going onto the next. Boston's More than a Feeling. Ironic. He didn't show it though. Maxine must have been messing with the station again. Next time she was in the car, he was going to mess with her.

Metallica started to blare out instead. Four Horsemen, definitely an improvement. No sappy rock in this darn car. Not whilst he has the King Bee looking like he'd eaten wasps next to him.

"How'd you get into this?"

It's a question that Billy wasn't expecting at all. Ever. Steve being interested in his music taste. Was he feeling okay?

"Mom got me a radio when I was little," he started, gripping the wheel a little tighter on mentioning his mom. Not who he wanted to think about, but again, he wasn't going to be an asshole. And Steve actually sounded interested. There wasn't that bitchy tone to his question. "I was just messing around with it and on came Sabbath. Black Sabbath, you know Ozzy Osbourne, Tommy Iommi…. Paranoid. I was hooked man. Never changed the station after that. Now when Metallica started…."

He looked at Steve, expecting to see glazed eyes and was shocked to see the opposite. Engaged, looked like he was actually listening, interested to hear Billy talk. Strange. Get a grip.

"When we get there, don't expect me to stick around. Happy to give you a lift back but…."

"Yeah yeah." There was the bitch again, Steve looking out of the window. Hands gripped loosely on his trousers. Billy couldn't help but gaze at him before he drew his eyes back onto the road and the school which was rapidly approaching them. Steve looked….great. As always. Not a hair out of place, a fancy suit and no doubt his shoes would be like a mirror. Maybe so shiny he'd done his hair in them. He was wearing some kind of cologne; Billy had gotten a sniff earlier and had tried not to fixate on it. It suited him and all Billy could think of was how he could get close enough to smell all the undertones. Maybe him wish that he'd just gone with his own old familiar. He missed smelling like himself.

The party had already started when they finally walked through the doors, a mere nod before Billy's plan played out. Steve disappearing to wherever and Billy scoping the scene. Looking for Hagan and Carol but also any girls which had been on his list of dates to ask and perhaps should have been his choice other than Lacey, Macy…whoever she was. Hagan and Carol were holding part of the drinks table to ransom, some of the younger students side eyeing them as Tommy stood there, leaned on the table with no intention to move. Carol in his arms and trying to steal his drink; she had one of her own but when did that ever stop her? Billy was tempted to join them, but noticed a couple of girls over at a quieter part of the table. Where the finger food and whatever the school had provided was. Food at a prom, well wasn't that something? Guess the school knew some of the students were likely to be drunk or get drunk no matter what they did and at least this way, they could line their stomachs first. The two girls smiled as he approached, him keeping his distance but nodding to them. Clear that he was ready to give them attention if they wanted it but would move away if they didn't. Billy may be many things, but sleazy? Wasn't his style.

"Looking fine there ladies. Real nice."

"Thanks Billy," one of the girls chimed, the other blushing as she glanced at where his buttons would usually be open but currently weren't. Maybe he should change that. The open shirt look after all was his style and if the teachers didn't like it, well, like with the drink thing. What were they really gonna do? "You're looking mighty fine there too," the other girl chipped in, her looks even more obvious than her friend's as she checked him up and down. Clearly looking what she saw as she began to lean forward a little. Crossing his ankles and angling her body in his direction. After a while of mindless chatter, it became clear the girls were happy with a two for one offer and like hell was he going to turn that down. A few dances later and Billy was out for now. Lacey, Macey whoever was no longer on his mind at all as he finally spied the drink table being quiet and not crowded by increasingly rowdy students. Time to go out for a smoke, grab some fresh air and get back to the girls he'd been dancing with. That lovely pair of ladies who were eager for his attention and he was very happy to give them both. But now, a drink or…maybe a break first. A space on the wall near the table had also come up so that was where he headed to instead.

He'd not been leaning very long when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. Only moving slightly but like they'd been there for a while, and he'd not noticed them arrive at all.

Where did he come from? Leaning against the wall with still not a hair out of place, Steve sipped at whatever was in the cup before holding a second one out to Billy. What was….

"For the ride. And don't worry, I checked it. It's not spiked. It's from the clear bowl. The others though…yeah I'd be careful."

He wasn't gonna ask. He knew that Steve had taken a sip and he wondered what side his lips had touched before pushing the thought aside and downing the drink. Some kind of weird non alcoholic punch. But he had to give it to whoever in the school had made it; it actually didn't taste like shit.

"Been thinking of me Harrington? Ain't that sweet."

The look Steve gave him had 'Bite Me' written all over it. The jock turning away to look over the dance floor again. Oh, how Billy would certainly bite him if he got the chance. Sink his teeth right into his….

"So, not totally sucked for you then or?"

"If you mean, have I made up for my date ditching me? Very much so." Billy grinned, his eyes trailing from Steve's neck to his face as the other teen looked over at him.

"How's your game been?"

Steve shrugged, the now empty cup lingering in his hand as he pushed himself away from the wall. Looking for somewhere to put the cup.

"Gimme that."

Before Steve could protest, Billy swiped it, pressing it into his own before tossing them on the ground next to him. They'd get picked up later by someone.

"Come on man. There's no way you've been out on the bench."

"Nope," Steve responded, popping the p in that obnoxious way he did but Billy didn't care. Too busy staring at the pretty boy. He already knew Steve had been busy, but the way he was reacting was like he wasn't interested. Either in the girls or the event itself. Steve had game and yet wasn't using it. Most girls here would more than happily grab any bit of attention from him. Instead he was here. Looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"I need a smoke." Billy glanced over at Steve before shrugging. "They're in my car."

"So….Metallica."

Billy glanced over at him, the smoke from his cigarette curling up into the air as the statement hung between them. The pair were stood by his car, the party a little distance away. Not like either of them cared.

It took Billy a moment to remember the conversation on the ride here. He'd cut off mid sentence but Steve was now determined to get it out of him. Wasn't gonna let the subject drop, and Billy appreciated it. People didn't really take an interest in him. More the aesthetics. More the charm and the car. His music? It came with him but rarely did anyone treat it as a part of him other than himself.

"The Kill 'Em All album man. What an album. That opening, the riffs…." Right away Billy felt himself drifting into his happy place. A content smile as he sucked on his cigarette. Harrington bathing him with that look again. The same one as the time before.

"The Four Horsemen. Motorbreath. Metal Militia. Just the entire album man. If you ever wanna know what I'm talking about, get the album. I know you're more a Toto kinda guy." He snorted, glancing at Steve who is blowing smoke to the side and rolling his eyes.

"But I think even you might be able to appreciate it if you gave it a try."

"Do you have it in the car?"

"It's only the CD I was playing on the way here," he grinned, stomping his cigarette butt into the ground and fishing out his keys. Was he dreaming? Steve actually wanted to listen to it?

Well he wasn't gonna let this opportunity go.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd sat back in his car and listened to an album like this. And it had been even longer once he'd had someone to do it with. They didn't talk, it felt like they barely even breathed as Metallica reverbed around the car, Billy glancing at Steve now and then. Expecting any moment for the show to drop and for him to tell him to turn it off. But he didn't and even more surprisingly, he was sat there listening. Like, not rolling his eyes or spacing out. But sat there, relaxed. His eyes on the radio then the dash as his fingers tapped away to the beat.

It's everything Billy didn't realise he'd wished for.

It was in-between tracks when Steve finally broke the silence. But it wasn't to ask about the music. It was about something very different.

"Why didn't you ask?"

Wasn't that just the question. One that Billy'd thought about. Had danced on his lips but been drawn back in. Had played on his minds but felt just like a fantasy. And finally it was out there. Billy didn't think he'd feel any different but the relief he felt to hear it? He couldn't describe it. It felt like a massive rock had been lifted off his chest and he was finally free but even that didn't cover it.

"You grew up here right? Do you really need to ask?"

He could see that Steve got it, even before he replied. The way there was a flicker across his face before Steve looked away. He knew Billy couldn't have asked him. And that neither of them….

"It's so stupid. Like why do we have to choose a girl and make both people miserable instead of just…."

"Being able to ask. Yeah I know. Fucking stupid man. Would have been easier in Cali. Maybe…. I dunno."

"And what would we have done in Cali?"

The smirk he knew Steve knew very well appeared on Billy's face and hands on the wheel, he glanced over. Pulling out a white carnation from his door and putting it on the dash in front of Steve.

"Well I could tell you Harrington. But I think it would way more fun if you just found out…"

#harringrovelovefest #harringrovelovefest2024 #kaizen's kreations #harringrove at the prom #Tw brief mention of violence but just a mention #Overall fluffy happy Harringrove vibes

[wildflowerbun]

thinks. riptide captains. (general character arc spoilers i guess idk, gun mention, diaper stuff - the autism kicked in so this is really long skskdjf)

Gill:

Is the youngest. Regresses by accident one day because he feels completely safe surrounded by his crew. He’s barely older than a newborn, smiling and clapping and making grabby hands instead of asking to be held because he’s too small for words. Pretzel sticks close, protective of her boy, and Jay and Chip, albeit a little put off at the sudden shift away from the prophetic hero, take care of him super easy

He got that small because this is the safest he’s felt since before he started training, and he doesn’t consciously remember back then but apparently his body and mind remember !

For months he regresses to just older than a newborn, but eventually, because of his crew caring for him, he starts regressing a little bit older every time. Anywhere from newborn to about eight years old

He’s very clingy. Loves being held because there’s a real weight to it, like there’s effort required to pick him up in the oversea and his friends rise to the challenge every time he asks, Chip squaring his stance and hoisting him up, usually in his arms or on his back but they’ve managed shoulders a couple of times, (Oli cheers every time they manage it). Jay isn’t as strong as Chip but she picks him up too, in a bridal carry or balanced on her hip and she kisses his forehead and calls him little guppy and he beams brighter than the sun

Pretzel dances for him, twists and spins around and splashes him from his barrel, and he laughs. They’ve been banned from going into the ocean when he’s small unless he’s tethered to the boat in some way

Pretzel also just tends to hang around outside her bowl more, perched on his head or with a tentacle looped around his hand. She chirps and sings lullabies and stuff :3

Lover of soft things and blankets. He drenches them by accident because he’s very wet but he loooves soft stuff. So many textured things in the undersea are either rocks, living creatures, or slimy, so having so many soft and non-slimy smooth things is fun for him :3 stims by running his hands over stuff.

Loves brushing Jay and Chip’s hair because of the textures. Jay taught him how to braid it, and sometimes Chip falls asleep when Gill pets him

I think he only regresses when everyone is safe and okay and nothing is going on, they’re between islands and encounters at sea and he feels so safe and gets to be baby for a while. I think when stressful, scary things are happening he buffs himself up and throws himself headfirst into battle and making sure the people around him are safe. It’s not. Relaxing? What would you call that? Vent regressing but as a caregiver. Stress Caregiving? Vent Caregiving ? I think he’d do that instead of vent regressing idk. He’s the one making sure everyone is safe in stressful situations

(There are times when he does vent regress but they’re few and far between. He gets loud and cries a lot- it’s a very public show of needing comfort because when he’s around these guys it’s okay to need comfort)

Jay!

Has age ranges all over. She could be barely older than a toddler at the start of a sentence and as old as fifteen by the end of it. Never has a solid grasp on what ages she’s feeling like, everyone just plays it by ear because asking her for her age results in a blank look or a shrug

She doesn’t play regress very often but when she does she’s mischievous and silly, plays harmless pranks, adds silly things to her inventions or decorates them with paint or stickers

The boys throw her around at her request, they’ll toss her up and down and all over and she LOVES it, loves getting tossed from arm to arm or into hammocks or slung around in a blanket. They no longer throw her off the side of the boat on account of them doing it once by accident and her almost shooting them for it,

Gillion calls her “guppy” at first (because he learns by echoing, and that’s what she calls him) but eventually he starts calling her “little bird” and “birdie” - Chip calls her Jay-Jay. He picked it up from her mom that one time and kept calling her that. He thought it might be annoying but it’s actually really comforting for her

She vent regresses more than play regresses. When she’s vent regressed she’s quieter. Softer edges, easier to hurt by accident. Does as she’s told swiftly without having to ask her twice, whispers “yes sir” and makes a point of saying please and thank you, even when it isn’t necessary at all

Uncle Dray can be hard to talk to when she’s vent regressed so he makes himself scarce and comes to comfort when she’s big again

Chip and Gill are softer with her, remind her that she’s okay, she’s safe, try to give her space but they’re always nearby just in case

She cries. A lot. Usually silent, but if they can assure her she’s safe then she’ll let herself be loud.

Not necessarily agere but I think she’d stim by unloading and reloading her gun. Idk where that one post is but that’s her

Chip:

Regresses to however old he was on the Midnight Rose, and has accidentally called several crewmates “Arlin” (arlan?) because baby brain

As soon as he does he ages back up and freaks out and apologizes a million times, but they just ruffle his hair and call him a cute kid and he goes red and bats their hand away

Loses his words when he’s small, talking usually makes him big again. Took him a long time to learn that not talking is okay, and he’s slowly teaching the others bits of sign language so they can still talk

Wets the bed fairly frequently, used to try to hide it and make excuses but now he just kinda takes care of it. The crew used to tease him a lot for it, but after he had a breakdown about it they don’t anymore and he appreciates it

this guy is already so childish idk if there’s really a solid line between big chip and little chip?? there’s absolutely signs that he’s definitely not an adult anymore, but for the most part the lines are extremely blurry. he could be regressed or he’s just being silly, it’s hard to tell

One sign is the losing words thing, but he also gets generally more embarrassed and blushes easier- and he asks to be held, but questioning why he wants to be held will make him big and embarrassed again

They usually just call him Chip or Chibo (as they often do in canon) but sometimes they’ll tease and call him “Little/Big Chipper”

#jrwi agere #anyway. autism moment #aerie chatter

[half-a-brain]

do you like school, davey? do you have a favourite subject?

David takes a moment to consider the question, arms half crossed as he bites on a nail.

“I like it,” he says and then frowns as if he’s not happy with his own answer. He reconsiders. “I like learning. That part’s great, knowing things. And I know that I’m sort of. Better off than a lot of people, so I can’t complain really. It’s. An obligation. A privilege but. like. Is a strong word for it. Really, as long as I keep my head down and get my work done it’s fine.”

He lets the silence sit for a moment longer. It would be fine, if he were able to keep his head down and get his work done, but recent events have put into perspective just how far he is apparently unable to do so.

David’s mouth moves before his brain is finished a thought; he knows that usually people don’t appreciate it. he’s not a particularly big fan of it either, and nor are his ribs.

He tries to focus on the positives. Davey knows he’s naturally a little more cyclical, it’s an act of will really.

“I enjoy English though,” he says, “last I was at school we were studying Shakespeare, some of his sonnets. I’ve tried to keep up with some of his work at least. Jack doesn’t quite get why I enjoy it, says regular English is hard enough without adding all the old words but he’ll suffer through my explanations anyway. I think he’d enjoy poetry if he let himself, but for now he’s putting up with me.”

He tilts his head to the side slightly in consideration. Talking more so to himself than to you.

“Now that I’m thinking about it he might hit me if I try and explain romanticism again, you think he’d be more receptive of it when I tried to use cowboys as a metaphor.”

His stance shifts suddenly, a realisation of how long he’s been talking for. “Sorry, I’ll let you go. But thanks for asking. I’ll keep up updated on how school goes.”

He doesn’t mention that that statement is purely dependent on whether or not he gets his jaw broken in the first week.

#davey jacobs

[writteninverses]

hi hello this is like the most perfect ask game ever ?? love ur writing sooo much . so i will say either number 1 bc it is a classic or number 17 . take your pick!! oh, and james/regulus xx

HI HI!! thank you so much for this ask, i truly appreciate it <3333 and wow you chose two prompts that are just so heartbreaking (taste) but i've chosen number one because it is indeed a classic. thank you so much again, you made my week with this!!!! xx

1. sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine.

Regulus Black was firm on the idea that love hurt. That it was painful, a catastrophe. Doomed from the beginning. He swore off from love the moment he never saw his uncle Alphard again; when Andromeda left in order to keep on living; when Sirius left in order to survive. How could Regulus believe in love when he was haunted by the ghosts living in the place he was supposed to call home?

 He’d been drowning for a long time.

The instant his eyes fell upon the figure of James, he knew he’d never love anyone like that. Walking the corridors, fast paced, almost like flying. Regulus felt invisible except when James looked at him. He made the younger boy feel like the core of James’ truest and most honest feelings. Regulus didn’t think he deserved it. First crack.

“I just- I just think that you would be better off without me, don’t you see how tortuous this is? How painful is it to keep this pantomime going on any longer?” Regulus was bracing himself, creating a shield of flesh and bone.

“Loving me is painful?” A mere whisper came from James’ trembling lips.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, but you did.” Regulus looked at James and he saw a broken boy. 

Can’t you see the damage I've done to you? My beautiful boy, I am so sorry.

They looked at each other, breathing heavily, far from one another.

“Je t’aime.” Regulus said. He was making a stance, he was being brave for the both of them. And James knew it.

James embraced the other boy and kept him between his arms, surrounding him with the beating of his strong heart.

“I’ll always love you, love. My love.” James promised like an oath.

It felt true, long lasting. It felt like a goodbye too.

Second crack.

Regulus is on the side seeing how the people he used to call his friends are hurting James. He is paralysed, he doesn’t know what to do.

 James is not his anymore, He is still James’.

Regulus sends curses everywhere, almost like prayers. He can’t lose him now, not like this. People from the Order come, but Regulus manages to take James’ hand and apparate in his safehouse. 

James throws up, dizzy from the fight and the sudden change of scenery. Regulus rubs circles on his back. He sees blood on James’ mouth and wishes it was his instead.

What’s yours is mine and vice versa.

James sits on the heels of his feet and looks at Regulus.

“What have you done, you fool?”

“I saved you, that’s what I did. And I’m giving us time.” He brings his hand to James’ bottom lip and wipes the blood.

“Regulus…” James sounds defeated. Regulus lifts his chin.

“This is it, mon amour.”

Third crack, broken glass.

Regulus’ heart has always been made of glass and James’ love grew flowers in it. They are decaying. Regulus is exhausted. He is tired of decaying.

James had never seen Regulus’ eyes as dark as they were now. Regulus kisses his forehead.

James is on his knees and he hugs Regulus’ waist, face on his belly. Regulus caresses his hair while the older boy cries.

“I’m so tired, Reg, so tired.” He says between sobs and Regulus’ heart breaks more. It is completely shattered at this point. Broken glass everywhere and every step he takes he draws blood on his feet.

“I know, love, I know. I wish I could take us somewhere safe, some place where we won’t have to fight anymore. Where we fight our own battles and not someone else’s.” He helps James to get up and they sit on the sofa. James immediately makes home on Regulus’ side, hiding his face on his neck. He leaves a kiss there and Regulus shivers.

“Thank you for saving me, I don’t know what this can mean to you, if they’ll hurt you more or punish you severely. But I am so happy you decided to bring me here, even if it’s selfish.”

Regulus doesn’t reply instantly, but he eventually says, “you weren’t fighting back. Why?”

“I tried to at first, I swear. But there was a moment in which I thought of letting go. I think when one of them punched me in the face I lost consciousness for a bit and I forgot I was supposed to punch back. And then I saw you and how you were fighting them for me and then took my hand and made us disappear. Just like an angel.”

“I am far from that, you know it.” Regulus lifts the hem of James’ shirt and soothes the skin on his hip.

“Why did you have to join them?”

“Come on James, not this bullshit again. I won’t fight you over this.”

“You had a choice, you always had.”

“You never fucking asked, did you ever ask? No, you just told me off because it hurt you, you just cared about your own feelings and how this was making you feel. You never told me to join you and when you got mad it was already done. So don’t come now telling me shit about how I had a choice because I never had one. It was this or they would have taken Sirius, whatever it took. Thank me for that.” Regulus spats and he looks away.

James stands up and goes to the bathroom, without saying a word. Regulus lets himself cry for a second. He is giving himself one second to let the tears wash down his face. He hears the tap running, James must be washing his hands.

He comes back and stands in front of Regulus.

“I’m never going to regret you, alright? Whatever happens.”

Regulus stands up too.

“If you had asked, I would have stayed on my knees. Even if it was painful. I’ve always been devoted to you.”

“You erased us, Regulus.”

“It was our doing. We both did it.”

James sits down and rests his elbows on his thighs, covering his face.

“I miss you. I miss us. I miss you so much.” 

Regulus crouches in front of him, putting his hands on James’ knees. 

“James, look at me, please.” And James does.

Regulus touches his cheek, letting the tears pool over his finger.

“You have to let me go. You have to set me free.”

“How can you ask me that, love?”

“It is what needs to be done. This is the last time, do you understand? This is the last time you are going to see me and you have to keep on fighting because I am not going to be there to help you. You’ve saved me so many times and I returned the favour, so now I am asking you to find reasons to go on. I love you so much it hurts everywhere, you are everywhere, James. You are all over me and I need you to let me go.”

“But, Reg I-”

“I am always going to be yours, James. Nothing can change that. This is set in stone. I am yours and I'll always be. But you are not mine and I want you to realise that. Can you kiss me now?”

James cups Regulus’ face with his hands and kisses him. It’s gentle and kind and all the things James is. 

Regulus feels warm for the first time in months. He is 18 and he feels at home again. He is 18 and he feels invincible, just like he did when he was 16 and James kissed him senseless. He is 18 and his life is about to end. He is 18 and James is 19 and they feel much older. They’ve lived short lives. Regulus goes first, out of spite. James will follow shortly, though. They’ll meet again.

How I wish you would have killed me instead of the waves. What a sweet death would be to die by your side. I am sorry about this too.

#jegulus #my fic #james potter #regulus black

[ah0rmone]

dazai osamu x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, minors, dni! dubcon if you squint because the reader finds dazai annoying but attractive, non-consensual touching (at first), enemies/rivals to fuck buddies I guess?, fingering, vaginal penetration.

there are literally two self-defence techniques from here and here

"Why it has to be you?" you grumbled looking at the person who stood in front of you.

"Oh, who else would you like to see as your teacher? Kunikida-kun who's doing everything according to instructions, even fighting? Ranpo-kun who won't lift a finger unless it's a murder case? Or Tanizaki-kun who's always followed by Naomi-chan?"

The obnoxious man in front of you was called Osamu Dazai and, to be fair, you'd actually prefer any other agency member over him. Sure, he definitely had combat experience and, probably, wasn't that bad at teaching, given that Atsushi was still following him. But something about him was off and you didn't like it. Nor that you had any choice, Dazai was there for a reason and that reason was Fukuzawa's order.

"Whatever," you sighed. "Can we get to it already?"

Today was the day when you were supposed to learn some self-defence techniques. Your ability wasn't really of a combat type, so you never participated in fights but it didn't mean that you had a zero possibility of running into problems. It was your own request to be taught how to protect yourself.

However, you didn't feel quite confident at all. You genuinely hated conflicts and tended to avoid people, so all of this was a somewhat essential but still itchy experience. Your sporty shorts and a skintight top wasn't helping the situation either. Especially, since a person with who you were going to get quite close physically was a rather attractive young man. You and Dazai weren't that close, just colleagues who barely communicated. For you he was just as attractive as he was annoying - you wouldn't mind having a fling with him but nothing more. Maybe it was the way he carried himself: overly cheerful, loud and noisy. Or maybe it was the things he was hiding: his true mischievous, manipulative personality.

Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that it was your idea, something that your survival depended on and that you just had to get over it.

"Usually you're not the one who fights, y/n-chan. So what are we doing here?" Dazai asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes were gleaming with a vicious sparkle. Your power imbalance was uncomfortable to you. You shrugged, the feeling that he was a big cat and you were his meal strongly sat in your guts.

"I'm here to learn how to defend myself. Like some easy techniques. I'm not very strong, keep it in mind," you reminded with a well-controlled flat voice but some notes of irritation would have been apparent even to the densest person.

Osamu didn't answer, instead, he let his fake smile turn into a smirk. For a moment the room fell into silence and you could swear that your heart was beating too loud. Both of you just stared at each other for some seconds until the smile returned on Dazai's lips and the man joyfully clapped.

"Okay, gotcha! First of all," he took a step closer. "The most important thing in fighting is a stable stance. Stand like this," he put the left leg forward and motioned you to follow him.

Hesitantly you mirrored his stance, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. It wasn't even the physical activity that you hated but the way Dazai was gazing at you. Predatory eyes were gliding over your skin like he was analysing your tiniest movements. Like he was about to pounce.

Just as you anticipated, once you've finished copying him, Osamu clicked his tongue and stood up.

"No, y/n-chan, you're doing it wrong."

You were about to argue but Dazai was already behind you. Suddenly painfully aware of the warmth of his body you tried to move from him but he was quick to put a hand on your hip.

"Let me help you," his hot breath ran over the shell of your ear making you flinch a little.

While you were contemplating whether you should allow him to be that close, Dazai had already brushed his palm down your leg. Now he was standing next to you, your bodies touching.

"There," he encouraged, moving your leg a little further by the back of your knee. His other hand was still placed on your hip and such a position was taking away any personal space you had before.

"Thanks," you muttered, feeling the light smell of his cologne.

"Now you're standing rather steady, aren't you?" he beamed with his hand still on your leg.

"Ah, yeah," you muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing it off yourself then taking a step back. "Guess, we can move to the actual stuff now."

"Y/n-chan!" Dazai exclaimed. "The stance is very important, I didn't show it for fun!"

You saw the man's lips curl into a pout but either than that he didn't display any sign of irritation by you pushing him away. Keeping that in mind you decided that even though he might not have any ill intentions you should stay on guard.

Something dropped behind the door and as you inverted your gaze to the sound you felt your hair being grabbed.

"What," you didn't even have the chance to end the question instantly being pushed to the wall.

Your colleague's right hand was holding firmly your hair, the other one gripping your waist. You tried to push back, but to no avail - his whole body was pushing you to the wall.

"Dazai," you growled.

"Too bad, y/n-chan," he cooed. "How can you protect yourself when you have such a short attention span? Look at you - one move and you're helpless."

The sting of resentment piercing through your heart encouraged you to grumble through the teeth:

"I told you I'm weak."

"And stupid apparently," he gibbed.

"Listen," you tried to free yourself but instead just shook your hips clumsily. "If you came here just to insult me, let's end it, I'll ask Fukuzawa-san to send someone else," voice full with venom, you wanted to be as far from Dazai as possible but instead felt with dread as your hips bucked into his. You jolted forward fighting for the tiniest bit of space.

If Dazai noticed, he didn't show it as there was no reaction whatsoever. However, your little touch wasn't the only thing he ignored:

"Let me instead show you how to deflect it," he proposed, paying no heed to your words.

He backed up and you got a chance to glance at him with unhidden irritation. He met your gaze with a cheesy smile like he wasn't a person degrading you a couple of seconds ago. However, giving it a little bit more thought you exhaled and nodded. After all, you should've picked up something from this lesson, not just the revelation that Dazai was a total dick and you wouldn't want him to be near you ever again.

You moved from the wall and this time he gripped your hair slowly.

"What you want to do now is to grab my hand by both of yours, then stand back to the stance I showed you earlier, turn underneath the arm, so that you twist it and when the person lets go, just bolt. Got it?"

You hummed in acknowledgement. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the lesson would be fruitful.

"Try it then," he prompted and then tugged at your hair lightly.

Following his instructions, you grabbed his hand and as you were about to go underneath his arm, he spun you. His arm was firmly holding your throat.

"No, y/n-chan, I've told you your stance was wrong," he whined. "Let me show you again."

"What just happened?" you asked confusedly but he already was spreading your legs.

Osamu didn't answer, too busy putting you in the right stance. And you tried your best to concentrate on how your legs were placed instead of his fingers brushing over your ass a couple of times, once getting a little bit too close to your clothed vagina.

"Just like this," he said and his hand slid up from your knee to your waist getting under the top a little.

From your point of view, the skinship was completely irrelevant but you decided to keep your sharky comments to yourself. For now, you were going to follow his instructions and maybe you could avoid the conflict.

Maybe not.

This time around when you were trying to deflect his arm, once again he outpowered you. You cursed as he said with disappointment in his voice (you were pretty sure it was the fake one, he was enjoying it, that bastard):

"You're too slow, y/n-chan. Do you think attackers would just stand there and watch as you crawl your way out of their grip as a turtle in slow-mo?"

"Dazai, I'd appreciate it if you-"

"Again," he cut you harshly, puppeting you around like you were nothing but a doll.

His attitude towards you was so demoralizing you were fighting the urge to end it here and there. Losing all the motivation and looking exhausted, you tried to go through the motion again but Dazai wasn't having it.

"Hm, y/n-chan, kinda feels like you're not trying hard enough. Should I give you a motivation boost?" he exclaimed cheerfully but before you could say that he should go fuck himself he had already pushed you to the wall. Again.

You were expecting harsh words pouring from his mouth, but instead, it was the kisses as he roughly pulled your hair baring your neck for him. The hot tongue travelled from your shoulder to the globe of your ear, prompting you to jolt. Once again you attempted to push him away but could barely move. His left hand was pinning your wrist and his right one was painfully tagging at your hair, cranking your head to the side.

"Dazai," you wanted to let him know that you understood his intentions but he needed to stop when a not so gentle bite quickly shut you up.

He was licking and nipping leaving hickeys at your poor neck. You were squirming and whirling under his touch not giving up yet, so he thrust his hips into yours. There was no way you could keep any sounds in, so a whiny moan escaped your lips. You felt Dazai stopping, a satisfied smirk on his lips, then without saying a word, he continued torturing your sensitive neck. Two things were clear to you: a strong lust was taking over your body which meant that you were slowly losing yourself and that Dazai had just started playing with you, there were more to come.

Dazai. Dazai! Realising who was the man behind you, you tried to gain back control. Osamu was just being a bully, whywere you letting him see you in such a state? He certainly didn't deserve nor your moans, nor your hips grinding his.

You were thinking this but it took everything in you to not just give in to his touch. While you were having an internal battle, Dazai pulled away with a loud pop.

"Five."

"Five what?" you mewled weakly.

"There are five hickeys on your neck," Dazai murmured. "You look so good, all red and moaning. When you can't even do anything. You've been definitely enjoying it, sure you still want to continue learning self-defence techniques?"

You widened your eyes at his words.

"Excuse me?!" you exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"

With all force, you shoved him in the side with an elbow. Dazai hissed and even though the attack was fairly weak he let go.

"I mean, no kink-shaming," he put hands in the air surrendering.

"What's your problem?!"

It was hard for you to overcome your desire of slapping him but no way in hell you were staying in one room with him for another second. You bolted but Dazai was quicker, catching your hand.

"Where're you going? For a moment there I thought you didn't agree and wanted to continue," he quipped. "Come on, that was just one technique."

"Dazai, let me go," you growled yanking your hand free. "I've had enough of you today, I'm leaving."

You had already turned to leave when he pulled you to the ground. You snorted in frustration, your legs fiercely kicking but the lack of strategy played against you and there you were - trapped under him. Osamu was sitting between your legs with his arms pinning yours to the ground.

You felt unbearably hot and weak, your cunt throbbing against his groin. His face was hanging right above yours, so close you could feel his breath. Unintentionally your eyes focused on his lips then you looked up. Only now you noticed how lustful his gaze was. He clearly was a winner today and he was about to enjoy his prize. As you licked your lips, your recognised your mistake - now your eagerness was more than obvious.

"I'm just parched," you faltered but it sounded pathetic even to you.

"I'm sure you are," Osamu whispered, sitting back. "One more technique and I'll let you go." His fingers gripped your thighs.

Since his weight was off you now, you felt kind of cold. Not knowing where to place your arms, you were about to put them next to your sides when Dazai commanded you to keep them still.

That position was too sexy for your liking - arms are placed next to your head, legs spread. All of it without his control felt like you were offering yourself to him. Like you were submitting. The man was clearly savouring it because his gaze was so intense, in the end, you even had to avert yours.

Dazai clearly didn't like it, tapping your left thigh:

"Look at me, y/n-chan, how else are you supposed to learn?"

You slowly turned back, embarrassed as your eyes darted all over him until they abruptly stopped at his crotch. There was a visible boner in his pants. When Osamu followed your gaze and loudly chuckled you felt your cheeks grow hot and desire growing stronger.

"Concentrate, y/n-chan," Dazai said amusingly but the only thing you could concentrate on was the wetness between your legs. You feared it might start to be visible through your shorts.

"Look, if someone got you into this position," Osamu continued like both of you didn't want the same thing and that thing was to fuck. "You have to keep your arms straight and put them on your shoulders, like this," he gently took your hands and placed them as he instructed. "Then you should put your leg on my hip," he tried to do it for you once again but your leg was wobbly. All the strength you had was wasted on keeping your arms straight.

Dazai sighed theatrically but he couldn't keep a vicious sparkle in his eyes.

"Y/n-chan," he whinged. "You're such a bad student. Weak. Stupid," his fingers were slowly stroking your thigh. "Having a short attention span. Don't you think that you should have concentrated on learning some stuff instead of thinking about my cock?" With this question his arm groped your ass, pulling you closer.

He gripped your hips and you let out a moan. Now you weren't trying to hold back. You were already a loser, might as well enjoy it. Being a tease he was, Dazai wasn't ready to give you everything right then and there but you were having none of it. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer by his collarbone. Osamu certainly wasn't ready for such a force so he confusingly complied.

"Call me stupid one more time and I'm leaving," you warned him, a confident smirk playing on your lips.

Dazai's face quickly changed from surprised to a perverse one. He dropped down on you, pinning you with his whole body and slammed his hips into yours. As you moaned he caressed your face, lovingly brushing your hair, and then whispered:

"I'm gonna break you, pretty doll."

With one swift motion, he put your wrists in one hand pinning it above your head, his tongue running over your lips then dragging you into a deep kiss. As you two were hungrily kissing each other you felt his fingers crawling under your waistband. You jolted, an instinct of placing your hand over his acting up but he was still holding you firmly. He ran one finger over your cunt but you were already shaking, silently begging for more.

"Dazai," you moaned desperately asking him to get down to business.

"You're so wet, y/n-chan," he licked your earlobe making you writhe. "I wish I teased you a little bit more," he started to kiss your jaw getting lower and lower. "I said that I'd break you but it seems you're already at your limit," he chortled, helping you to take your top and bra off.

"You look so beautiful," he murmured once you were almost fully naked in front of him.

Suddenly his gaze turned soft and you felt even more aroused than you before. Gladly the man wasn't planning on wasting any time as he started to lick, nip and bite one of your nipples, playing with his fingers with another. Moaning lewdly and rutting your hips you put your hand into his hair, curling soft strands in your fingers.

When he finished playing with your tits, he wanted to go further down, to place kisses on your lower stomach, but you decided to get back at him. Placing your straight hands on his shoulders, you put a leg on his thigh just as he instructed and squirmed out of his grip.

"You talk about me but look at yourself," you shoved a knee between his thighs, pushing it at his boner. "You were hard even before I started to feel something else besides irritation."

Now it was Osamu whose breath hitched. You were savouring your little win when he looked back at you with a dangerous grin. That was when you realised you fucked up. He quickly grabbed your leg and turned you over on the stomach. Laying down on you, he harshly seized your hair and hissed:

"A+ for learning the technique, but your attitude towards you teacher," he took off your shorts with pants nearly ripping them. "Needs some correction."

That was when the sound of a loud slap broke the silence of the room. You jolted, a gasp leaving your lips. You tried to crawl from him but his grip on your hair was strong.

"Come on, y/n-chan, it was just one slap. Don't you think you deserve it?" The hand that hit you was stroking your bruised ass cheek.

"It fucking hurt," you spit.

"Was it?" Dazai chuckled. "Say that you're sorry."

"For what?" you raged but another hit was your answer.

"Dazai, stop," you sobbed.

"Wrong," he retorted slapping your ass again. "Plus, if you don't like it why are you leaking so much?"

You embarrassingly bit a lip at his remark.

"A little bit of masochistic, are you?" Dazai noted. "Well, if you insist, I can keep on going."

You knew that both of you were barely holding it, so you decided to submit. Just this once.

"I'm sorry!" You squealed after another hit.

"Good girl," Osamu placed a soft kiss on your back still not letting go of your hair. "Now it's time for a treat."

And with that, he finally pushed the first finger into you. Since you were so wet there was a little pool under you, Dazai successfully pushed another finger shortly after. You quivered and jerked your hips begging him to move. This time around your colleague decided not to tease you.

As his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you were trying to push your head down to steady yourself but Dazai didn't let go. You were completely at his will.

"'m close," you mewled, your eyes rolling back.

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement and withdrew his hand. You groaned offendedly but heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped and then felt something else rubbing at your entrance.

Finally, Osamu positioned himself behind you and pushed inside, your pussy stretching obediently. The fullness made you gasp pervertedly. As he started moving your mind went completely blank. The only thing that existed for you at that moment was Dazai and his cock inside of you. He let go of your hair, one hand now was holding your hips and another one was giving attention to your clit.

You had no idea how he was still holding on but once your sensitive bud got stimulated you quickly come undone.

"Once more," Dazai panted while moving and playing with your clit simultaneously.

Even though you were tired, you had actually felt desire growing again. Osamu was just way too good for you to resist. You thought that the only thing he was chasing was his high, but he didn't cum until you orgasmed again denying himself every time he got too close. That's why when you cummed for the second time you did it toghether.

He rolled off you, but you couldn't move even a finger, for a moment you've gone completely numb. Your chest was going up and down with heavy breaths, your heart was racing. None of you spoke because you didn't know what to talk about. Especially, since you, personally, felt way too embarrassed to admit that you had just cummed two times because of an annoying Dazai Osamu.

"Looks like we ended in time!" Dazai chirped after some time and you looked at the clock realising that you spent here one hour. Just like it was promised.

"Wish I had actually learned something though," you remarked lazily, trying to pull on your shorts back. You just had to make it to the shower room and then wear your casual clothes. However, your pants were completely ruined.

"Well, if you think that you need another one, just let me know," you looked back at Dazai and his smirk told you that he wasn't meaning the self-defence lessons. You felt your cheeks grow hot again.

"Yeah, sure," you muttered, awkwardly leaving the training room.

From now on you intended on avoiding Dazai whenever it's possible.

Little did you know he had other plans.

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu smut #tw // dubcon

[5sospenguinqueen]

COLD HAND, WARM COCK - Bucky Barnes

PLOT: Bucky watches you train and you’ve had enough. Sam and Steve catch you. This is a fic from the Avengers Tower days where they all lived together. Based off this picture.

WARNING: Unprotected sex

Fists smacking into the bag, you step back so that it doesn’t knock you onto your arse, before darting back towards it and booting it with your foot. Grunting as the impact reverberated up your spine, you knew Nat would criticise your poor technique if she had been training with you. Your mind was otherwise preoccupied to think about your stance. For weeks you had been tense and coiled tightly all because of the newest resident of the Avengers Tower.

Bucky Barnes had been living across the hall from you for almost a year now and yet you still hadn’t relaxed fully around him. You were constantly aware of his presence and it had taken him a few months of Steve forcing the two of you to spend time together until he had relaxed around you. However, you had developed a strong bond since the night you found him on the balcony at 2am, staring up at the moon and shaking. It wasn’t a cold night and the distant look in his eyes informed you that something was wrong. You had pulled him in for a tight hug and he had spilled his heart to you about his nightmare. Happiness bubbled in your chest when - a few days later - you had teased him about his metal arm. Biting your tongue, you waited for the usual stony glare he shot you (or even an indifferent remark) but instead he had let out a small chuckle before responding with his own quip.

The first time the two of you had been sent on a mission alone, he had lost control for a millisecond when you two had returned to the motel room. Deep in thought, he had been startled when your small hand touched his right arm. Before you could speak, you were pressed against the beige wall and a vibranium arm was crushing your windpipe. Despite the fact that you were gasping for air, you refused to hurt him and instead begged for him to let you go. Looking down at your bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks, he dropped you instantly. Cowering in a corner on the other side of the room, he pleaded for your forgiveness; apologies spilled from his mouth with every other sentence. The pair of you had spent the night cuddled up in the small motel bed, your hand stroking his hair as his tears dripped onto your neck. Flowers had been left outside your door out of gratitude for your help and your silence. If you had told the other team what had happened, he would’ve been forced back to the ‘luxury psych hotel’.

As the bond between the two of you grew, so did the sexual tension. Electricity coursed through your veins each time he brushed past you. His cock jumped every time you smiled at him like he was one of the best people in your life. Sarcastic comments had been traded for teasing comments. Lingering touches and “incidental brushes” of your chest and his ass had you spending numerous nights with your fingers deep inside you and Bucky’s name tumbling past your lips. Exhaling deeply, you felt those piercing blue eyes that haunt your dreams staring at your figure.

“Can I help you, Mr Barnes? I know in your old age your memory starts to falter but this is a training room. You should be training, not lounging about.” You say, snarkily.

A heat ignited in your core when you turned to look at him. Seated on the bench, his legs were spread wide open, elbows resting on his knees. Hands dangling in between them, the veins in his right harm rippled as he flexed his muscles and his metal arm gleamed in the fluorescent lighting. Mouth hung slightly open, his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he brazenly looked you up and down.

“And you should be training, not shaking your ass at me,” he smirked, leaning forward to see how you would react.

Taking a step towards him, you circle him before coming to a stop behind him. Leaning down, you whispered in his ear and smiled at the goosebumps that appeared on his neck. “I shake my ass for myself and myself only. Anyway, Barnes, you should be keeping your eyes to yourself. I’m far too young for you, Grandpa.”

“Oh, Doll, I could show you things that would have your legs shaking.” Bucky taunted, grabbing your arm as you tried to move away and swinging you into his lap.

Gasping at the sudden movement, you felt your panties dampen when he forced your legs on either side of him so that you were straddling his lap. One warm hand and one cold hand rested on your bare waist, an erotic combination that had your heart quickening. Forehead resting upon his own, your breath mingled with Bucky’s. Once more, his tongue licked his bottom lip but with your close proximity, it tickled your own lips slightly. Both of you knew that there would be no backing down or running away this time. Needing something to soothe the fire within your stomach, you made the first move.

Leaning forward, you connected your lips, hands sliding into his hair and giving a slight tug. Moaning into your mouth, Bucky bucked his hips against you. Tongue brushing against his, you squeaked in surprise when you found yourself on the floor. Your hands grip the bottom of his shirt and he pulls away from you to allow you to pull it over his head. Instead of reclaiming your lips, Bucky trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking against a small spot that had your hips bumping against his.

“Buck!” You shrieked in shock when his metal arm grasped your breast. The coldness of the metal hand had you crawling away.

“I’m sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Bucky frowned, lines forming between his brows as he backed away. Leaning up on your elbows, you reassured him that his metal arm didn’t scare you at all.

“You don’t scare me, Buck. I trust you completely. It was just cold.”

However, he still looked doubtful so you grabbed his metal arm and placed it on your stomach. Waiting to see what you would do next, Bucky’s cocky persona returned once you pushed his hand under the waistband of your shorts.

“Y/N, are you sure?” “Buck, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will go and jump one of those newbies.”

A rip sound echoed throughout the training room and your mouth dropped open at the sight of your shorts in his hand; torn in two. Before you could berate him, his mouth pressed a kiss to the skin above the band of your underwear and you begged him to touch you. One finger brushed along your core through your lacy panties, grinning at the dampness of them. Raising your hips so he could pull them down your leg, you protested when his right hand teased its way up your leg.

“Metal. Use the metal one.”

Cocking his eyebrow, Bucky shook his head in amusement before a cold finger circled the small nub of pleasure. Tracing your slit, Bucky blew gently on your wet mound before he slid a finger inside of you. An elicit gasp escaped your mouth when he curled it, pumping in and out slowly. Bucking your hips against his touch, you begged for more.

“Love the sounds you make, Doll.” Bucky murmured against your clit before he sucked gently.

Your hands pulled on the dark locks of his hair, shrieking slightly when he groaned against you.

“Buck, please, I need you in me.” “So desperate.” Bucky taunted as you made grabby hands at his shorts. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

Pathetic whimpers poured out of your mouth as Bucky pulled down his shorts, revealing his hardened cock. Gripping both your wrists in his metal hand, Bucky pinned your arms above your head, enjoying the way you squirmed. You were helpless under him. Attaching his mouth to your nipple, Bucky slid his tip inside you.

“More,” you begged. A shocked scream came out your mouth as Bucky slammed himself inside you, revelling in the warmth of your walls. Barely giving you time to adjust to the sheer size of him (apparently the super soldier serum enhanced more than his muscles), Bucky pulled out before thrusting deep inside you once more.

“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Bucky demanded as your back arched off the floor and your eyes fluttered shut. Bucky’s other warm hand gripped your hip tightly as he pounded into you, hard enough to leave bruises. Hips pistoning back and forth, Bucky grunted as your walls clenched around him. A mix of curses and his name poured out of your mouth as you fought against his grip, wanting nothing more than to touch him.

“Wanna touch you. Please, Bucky.” You moaned, pleasure rippling through you. His hips came to a stop and you cried out, wanting him to resume the pace that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Wrapping his arms around you, Bucky leaned back so that he was seated and you were in his lap. Both of you moaned at the sensation before Bucky was bouncing you on his cock. The new angle had Bucky sliding in deeper and you screamed as he reached the right spot.

“You like that, doll.” Bucky said cockily, enjoying the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

“So close, Buck. Gonna make me cum.”

Bucky’s movements became sloppy as he thrust faster, eager to watch your face as you came undone. Your hands wrapped around his biceps, nails digging in and as you matched his pace. Pressing your mouth against his neck, you sucked lightly as your walls clenched along his thick member.

“The thing you do to me.” Bucky muttered. “Been wanting this for ages. Come on, princess.” His metal hand reached down and his thumb connected with your clit, rubbing circles onto it.

Head dropping into the crook of his neck, you moaned his name loudly as your orgasm washed over you. Waves of pleasure had you arching into Bucky, nipples brushing against his slick chest. Bucky fucked you through his orgasm, chasing his own high. When he finally came, his teeth sank into your shoulder to muffle the growl that rumbled through his chest and out his mouth. Hot cum splashed against your sensitive walls and you pulled him closer to you, basking in the after-sex emotions.

“Maybe now you’ll get the hint that I’d like you to take me to dinner.” You smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to the underneath of his jaw. Neither one of you were ready to move from the position you were in and Bucky was in no rush to slip out of the warm walls that perfectly encased him.

“AHHH! Are you fonduing?!”

“Ya’ll nasty.”

Two loud voices pulled the two of you out of the bubble you had created. Cursing, Bucky pressed himself against your body, shielding you from his two friends. Steve had turned his back on you both, hands covering his face as if he would somehow still be able to see you. Sam was staring at the ceiling but his body racked with laughter. Apparently the gym wasn’t the most private place to sleep with your super soldier.

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[bluewinnerangel]

Larry and their grandpa aesthetic: an impressive collection

POV: you’re having grandpa and grandad over for coffee

And with impressive I mean I unhinged. This became quite big. Here’s a collection of pictures, gifs, and videos that give off grandparent vibes, either with their clothes, pose, behavior, or all of the above, in the least serious way possible:

Grandpa/ma Harold Edward:

Granddaddy Louis William:

how do phones work

Open for full unhinge mode:

That time they went on that mediterranean cruise for the elderly:

(new addition thanks to new content:) wore matching gramp socks-in-slippers (thanks to @skepticalarrie​ for this comparison)

Had a nice daytrip walking around in Italy

DONT FALL

gave up on getting grandpa to quit smoking a long time ago (this WHOLE paparazzi shoot said GRANDPA RIGHTS)

When Louis William reunited with his friend Fabricio

And then they spotted his wife Francesca

Louis William and Francesca (I mean this stance is just one hell of a granddad)

Fabricio showed them where to find the good wines

Then they went back to the cruiseship

actually they just walked to the caddy, she can’t walk all the way

Grandma got a little bit confused when she dressed herself like this

grandpa pls just put the glass down (she got that elderly wobble while keepin’ them shoulders rigid, what a beauty)

also can someone help them up

I had this bit of text at the beginning of the post but moved it down as I was told people be lazy (I mean same) and skip things with text and I don’t want my dear lazies to miss out on this bigass meme... Still feel free to skip this, but I want to briefly point out that not only is this aesthetic hilarious, it’s also one of many devils in the details that might give away they’re not nearly as different nowadays as their public images make it seem (you know because they’re still together still going strong) as this is a pretty specific shared vibe. With that I don’t mean everything in this post, but what can be seen in some of the gifs: the stiff little movements that are just... not fitting someone in their late twenties. That aren’t a common thing to do. But that they both do. (you know how people that spend a lot of time together share mannerisms, this being one of them). They both got them moves like granny. That’s all.

Back to unhinged grandlarrie’ing:

whatever this move is, it’s 0% someone in their twenties and 100% retired..... really is he 80?

and that’ll make them 78, checks out.

with his cane

grandma imitating the youths

and granddad responding “YES EXACTLY THATS WHAT THEY DO” and then just keeps wheezing

somebody help grandma with the karaoke machine

Grandma’s hands (which, by the way, is also in Harry’s quarantine playlist)

(this is closer to toddler behavior but it’s so cute it got a pass:) William they bought one of those fancy chairs from television!

Oh yes they did haha silly chairs can’t believe what they invent these days

“back in the day this is how we danced 3 4 5 ”

that time grandpa got confused and took his garden chair out for a walk, then got tired in the middle of the street

grandma wants 2 croissants

Apparently trumpets were invented after his time

literally i had to make 3 gifs

it took him that long

He’s so happy once he figures it out tho but i digress

Grandma doing that one trick she thinks will entertain the youngest of the litter

Granddad in HIS chair telling those stories he’s already told

“Louis William cut it out right this second, you are annoying our visitors”

thinks harold will be the literal death of him

When you make the mistake of trying to show her memes I mean you know it’s in vain

and then she shows it to pops

grandma at soccer practice

mans rigid

grandma went out

careful you don’t pull a muscle with those hasty movements

when the elderly try to get up but their muscles kinda wobble like

no description just sassy grandpa

when we lost grandma in the hospital and found her on the wrong side of the isolation ward

“my hips just aren’t what they used to”

grandma can’t bend any lower or it’ll be permanent

granpops is never going to get out of that couch, should’ve put down one of those high chairs from the patio for him to sit on but he keeps leaving them in the middle of the street... (also this lil leg tap behavior, this man is ancient) 

grandma went out again

Pure elderly wisdom energy (GOLD)

That muscle rigidity that just comes with old age while talking about your career after retirement (JUST. GOLD.):

Face aside does this look like someone in their twenties to you

honey I think my neck is stuck         -             fook mine too

no thoughts just gramps

when grandpa tries to show he still has moves but the wrist locks

and grandma teases him

but then he got it out

just this

2 croissants

Some of granddad’s fav old pics of his love

grandpa face, back is a plank, stiff movements, at least pops got out of that low couch relatively easy

grandma when she realises the annual family photo in front of the christmas tree is about to happen

just this

Harold I know dancing in the kitchen is your thing but pls be careful the last time you were in the hospital for weeks

losing a bet with his buddy from college

when the kids are around again and you’ve fallen down but are trying not to scare them

these

you know the kind that steal food from buffets in napkins

and even try to take the plates

going to get the kids from school

wait actually got lost

realising he yet again got into a couch he’s not gonna be able to get out of

maybe not even try to caption this one

And the matching other half

this fking stiff mfing run PA PLEASE DONT WHAT IF YOU TRIP

in his chair again

judging his stories again

grandpa stretches 

2 croissants

This video in its entirety is just a grandpa bickering with his son and disagreeing with everything just because those god damn youths of today

and then your grandson makes fun of the shit you said and you try to be cool about it (while you have NO CLUE how in the world he got a picture of you as an avocado and how he was able to put it on a t-shirt) 

When you have a school history project and ask grandpa for an interview but immediately regret it once he starts talking because there’s just no way it’s going to keep your classmates’ attention:

This video of Grandpa Louis giving grandpa wisdom while pretending he isn’t stuck in that chair

It’s the ultimate grandpa video. Literally the entire interview he’s just like this:

And Harry’s Ultimate Grandpa Mode

Bonus: 1D era:

when you find out your kid still doesn’t let the grandkids eat candy I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DONT LET THEM HAVE IT ON A DAY LIKE THIS

this is just a grandma trying to be cool and dance with the kids

and grandpa’s into it

just grandpa coming for grandma

when grandma says something out of character to which granddad loses it and you’re scared his teeth are gonna pop out right into the salad (yes you’re the kid in the middle holding up your hand ready to catch it)

both of them remembering he’s still not getting out of that couch without any help

when your kid still doesn’t let their children have any candy

her legs just don't work like they used to before ( @sryluvidrc​​ you genius )

how do phones work

lost attempt at entertaining the younglings

rigid. rigid. rigid.

married and old

and old and married

really just really old

that one framed picture of them in all their childrens’ homes

JUST SO OLD

and proud after how they didnt fall and break their hips

oh god grandpa WATCH IT

a few drinks in, decided to risk their lives with this

I mean they were already rigid little old people right from the start

Anyway send love to the grandlarents <3

#I love them so much #We should all call our grandparents more often #grandma wants 2 croissants

[shelbazoidz]

Okay, I think I posted this on accident last night or there was some kinda glitch, either way I panic deleted it so... mama mia here we go again?? Its literally just based off a stupid joke I made last week about Lena calling Kara hot and everyone hears her say it over the comms.

Happy Accident.

A normal mission. Everyone was thankful for the break from the absolute chaos of the last few weeks. Nyxly hadn’t shown up in days since the last totem and the team was currently at a loss. When the emergency call came in they had all prepared for more magic nonsense, but that wasn’t what this was. This was something they knew how to handle.

Kara supports the crumbling side of the building as the rest of the team evacuates the few workers that weren’t able to get out on their own. The partially constructed office building had structural issues that had been conveniently covered up. That was until part of the building started to collapse. A piece of concrete thumps Kara on the head as she pushes the support beam into a more upright position.

“As long as the rest of you doesn’t come down, I’m fine with that.” She says to herself as she waits for everyone to get out safely.

“You’re clear, Supergirl.” J’onn calls out over the comms after another ten minutes. Slowly Kara let go of the bending support beam. It groans and creaks before slumping to the left but doesn't budge any further. Kara lets out a relieved breath, walking out from underneath the building.

“You’ve got some rubble in your hair, Supergirl.” The sound of Lena’s voice in her ear makes her smile.

“I do?” Kara brushes some of the dust out of her hair. “Wait, how can you see me?”

“Local news is there and there is a camera pointed right at you.” Lena hums back. She'd been watching the whole ordeal as Kara held up the building, her strong muscles flexing under the suit. Seeing the raw power Kara possesses is still absurdly impressive and if she were honest with herself its also absurdly attractive.

Kara searches the crowd of people, seeing a reporter and his cameraman make their way over to her. “And it looks like I’m in for an interview.” Kara flashes a smile at the camera as she puts her hands on her hips, hoping Lena is still watching. The look in Lena's eyes whenever she takes this stance always makes her run a little hotter.

“Have fun.” Lena jokes, seeing Kara smile a bit harder on the screen at her words. She watches as the reporter starts bombarding Kara with questions. That same easy smile remains on her face as she answers the first question in that tone of voice she only reserves for Supergirl.

“God she’s hot.” Lena mutters into the empty room. As soon as the words are out her mouth, Kara falters over the question she had been answering.

Weird?

Lena tilts her head a little, wondering what went wrong until Kelly’s voice comes through.

"Lena...your comm is still on." She replies hesitantly. Lena’s hands freeze over the books she was about to grab.

"What?" She must have heard her wrong.

"We can all still hear you." Nia says, feeling mortified for her.

"Oh my god." She rips the damn thing out of her ear, staring down at it in horror. “Oh my god.” It's the only phrase her mind can really come up with right now. Maybe they didn’t know who she was talking about. But she had JUST been speaking with Kara before she said that. Her hand runs through her hair in a panicked motion. “Well maybe I can just catch a flight to the nearest uninhabited island and stay there...forever.” She groans as she paces the length of the room. Her brain quickly tries to think of a way to cover her own ass but nothing useful comes for long drawn out minutes.

Apparently she’d been pacing for a while because the elevator chimes, announcing the team's return. Lena stills as they all walk in, noticing that Kara is not present. Somehow she is both hurt and relieved by her absence. Nia makes eye contact with her but quickly pretends to busy herself around the room. Everyone had apparently decided to not bring it up to save her the embarrassment. But the pretending was equally bad, if not worse. Lena tries to stay in the room for as long as possible, trying to keep the casual conversation going but every passing second is eating away at her.

"I have...some things in the lab I need to do." She blurts out and before anyone could stop her she quickly takes the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. A heavy silence in the room follows after.

"Sooo…" Brainy starts but the sentence doesn't have a destination. This was out of his depth.

“Are we going to touch that or let them work it out?” Nia asks for him and everyone debates the question for a few moments.

“Maybe just let them work it out. I think that might be for the best. Although do you know where Kara went?” Kelly asks, looking at Alex.

“No clue but I’ll call her.” It had been nearly an hour since Kara said she would be back.

The sun sits low in the sky, lights from the city begin to sparkle under the approaching nightfall. Everything looks so peaceful from up here. Kara’s eyes follow a sailboat that is out on the water, miles away. She tracks it as it rocks and sways over the calm water. It had been nearly twenty minutes since she moved from her spot high above National City. Her initial lie to herself was that she was patrolling and totally was not avoiding going back to the tower. After doing her millionth lap around the city she’d stopped and just floated, getting more and more lost in her thoughts.

Each time she tried to process what had happened, her brain would freeze. The mere thought that Lena Luthor thought she was...hot made her bury her face in her hands. Maybe she heard it wrong or they were having some kind of communication issue. Neither of the lies sounded convincing to her. Another idea comes to her mind and it fills her with a flash of hot jealousy.

Maybe Lena had been talking about someone else?

It's possible and her jealousy only grows further at the thought. Kara tries to shake the emotion from her mind to no avail. Lena was allowed to be interested in other people, it's not like they are dating or anything. Yet, an extremely large part of her hoped that she was wrong. But that just circled her back to not knowing how to talk to Lena again. She lets out another frustrated noise, floating backwards so she could look up at the sky.

The swirling emotions freeze when her cell phone rings. Hesitant hands reach down and pull it out. The sight of Alex’s contact picture makes her let out a relieved breath. She wasn’t sure she could talk to Lena just yet. How the hell would she word what she wanted to say? She clicks the answer button before her mind could drag her back to over thinking. “Hey.”

“Hey Kara. You okay? You’ve been gone for a while.” ” Alex asks as she leans over the railing of the balcony.

“I don’t know.” She trails off, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Are you hiding?” Alex hears Kara groan on the other end of the line.

“Yes...am I a jerk for doing that?”

“I mean, taking time to gather your thoughts is fine, but you will be a jerk if you avoid her for the rest of the day. I don’t want to push you into anything. I just think she’s pretty embarrassed that we all heard.”

“I'd be too.” Kara says low enough that Alex doesn't hear. The thought of anyone knowing about the many times she'd been completely entranced by Lena's beauty was beyond embarrassing. “I’ll be back in a bit.” She replies finally.

“Okay, I’m sure you guys will work it out like you always do.”

“Wait!” She says before they hang up. “What do I say Alex?”

“I can’t tell you that. You know how you feel better than I do.”

“Do you think she was talking about someone else?” Kara can’t help but voice her concern.

“Kara, get your butt here and ask the person that said it.” Alex's reply makes her let out a sigh. She was right and playing twenty questions with her was not going to go anywhere.

“Right right. See you in a bit.”

“See ya.” Alex clicks off and Kara looks towards the tower.

“Well, here we go.” She says to herself before flying back.

---

Lena stared down at the book in front of her, not really reading the words. Practicing magic was not on the list of things she could focus on right now. That list was occupied by one thing currently.

Kara.

She heard her. Everyone heard what she said and she wished the ground would have just opened up and swallowed her. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to look any of them in the eye again. How in god's name would she ever talk to Kara again without dumping all her feelings out. She and Kara had just gotten back to a good spot in their relationship and she had to go and throw a wrench in it. Their friendship meant the world to her. Kara was her world.

"Fuck." She mutters under her breath. If this slip up cost having Kara in her life, she wasn't sure what she'd do. A soft knock on the door frame drew her out of her thoughts. As soon as she saw who it was, she stilled.

"Hey." Kara says. Her eyes are glued to the floor as she takes a single step into the room.

"Hello." It feels difficult to get the single word out.

"So umm...I won't beat around the bush because that'll just be painful for both of us." She starts and Lena nods in agreement. Her fingers fiddle on top of the table as she waits for what Kara has to say, mentally trying to prepare for the worst.

Kara takes a few more steps into the room, her boots tapping soundly on the floor. She slowly lowers into the seat and finally brings her eyes up to look at Lena. Neither of them spoke for a few moments. Lena won’t meet her eyes as she looks at her. She lets her eyes trail down to where Lena’s fingers are fiddling nervously. She watches for a few seconds and then hesitantly reaches out, her hand gently stopping the nervous movement. “Can you look at me?” She asks softly.

Slowly Lena looks up, connecting their eyes. Even in her stressed state, the look Kara is giving her manages to make her relax. Kara gives her a gentle smile before clearing her throat.

"I heard what you said and I um-...I guess I just have one question before I say what I need to. Okay?”

“Okay?”

It takes all of her to not look away as she asks, “Were you talking about me?”

The single question makes Lena remove her hand from under Kara’s so they can start tapping on the table again.

“Yes.” It comes out barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t know everyone could still hear me. I’m so sorry.” Her voice wavers as if she might cry and Kara feels her heart ache.

“No no, Lena, you don’t have to apologize. I’m not offended.” Lena immediately looks up at her and Kara lets out a nervous laugh, running a hand through her hair.

“You’re not?” Lena tries to fight off the hopefulness that immediately comes rushing in.

“No I’m not. It's the opposite if anything. And umm... if it makes you feel any better, I thought the exact same thing when I first saw you." Kara forces herself to hold eye contact even though she knows her face is probably reddening.

Lena blinks a few times. "You’re serious?"

"I am. When I first met you, I think my brain stopped for a second because all I could think was ‘oh my god this is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life’." Kara flushes harder but continues. "And I still think that...every day I get to see you." The admission is like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. This conversation had played a million different ways in both of their heads but this was not how they thought it would go.

“So we’ve both been feeling like this since day one?” Lena can’t help but laugh.

“I guess.” Kara gives her a shy smile, doing the little head duck thing that Lena loves so much. She reaches up and takes Kara’s hand again.

“As happy and relieved I am that you feel the same, I’m not sure I can look the team in the eyes again.” She jokes and Kara laughs, squeezing her hand tighter.

"I could make us even if that helps?" She raises a brow.

"How so?" Suspicion is etched across Lena’s face.

"You trust me?"

"Of course." The answer comes easily, making Kara beam. She watches as Kara clicks on her comm again so everyone can hear her.

"Hey guys?"

"What's up?" Alex answers. Lena realizes what Kara might be up to and puts a hand over her mouth to not laugh. Kara looks at her with adoration as she starts speaking.

"Lena Luthor is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life and I'm so deeply in love with her." She smiled when Lena stopped laughing, her eyes going wide. She’d expected Kara to say something silly...but not that second half.

"What?" Nia practically yells, as Kara takes the comm out of her ear.

"There. Even." She smiles as Lena shakes out of her stupor.

"You love me?"

"Yes. I love you, Lena. It's not just that beautiful face I fell for, it's all of you." Her nerves came back as those green eyes stare into hers. Wordlessly Lena stands and rounds the table, swiveling Kara’s chair so she is facing her.

She takes Kara’s hands in her own again. "I love you too. I swear I’ve been planning this conversation in my head for years but right now I can’t really find the right words to express how much I truly, deeply love you Kara."

“Then show me.” Kara leans forward in the chair, hoping she isn’t over stepping. A warm hand slides up her arm to cup her cheek as she lets her own settle on Lena’s hips. Just when their lips are about to touch Kara starts chuckling.

"What?" Lena hums against her lips.

"I can still hear them freaking out upstairs." They both laugh softly before pressing their lips together.

#supergirl #supercorp

[ageofzero]

I was thinking the other day about being ace and moments in my past where the knowledge of the aroace spectrum might’ve helped me have words for how I was interpreting the world, and

I guess I’ll share the memory here.

So, when I was some late teenager age, probably 18+, I’d had two different relationships and wasn’t in either of them. I was in the car, I think I was driving because I got to pick the music. We were listening to Daft Punk’s “Discovery” album. My brother and I really like the music, we were bopping along, and my mom said

“Ugh, how can you listen to this? All these songs are about sex!”

I immediately protested, because no? Half the album is nonvocal and the rest are just fun dance songs? Mom what are you even saying??? I think someone else (my brother) chimed in on my side, and she might’ve insisted on her stance, but the rest of the discussion is hazy. I was annoyed with my mom for ruining an otherwise innocuous enjoyment of music.

My mom is heterosexual. My dad is heterosexual. I have a strong argument that both my biological parents have had and like having sex. In hindsight, I have no idea why the songs she perceived to be about sex bothered her, when she grew up with 80s music.

It’s not like I didn’t know about sex. I’d been around fandom for a while at that point, I’d read fanfiction and knew people wrote sexual things (and I’d read a few of them, good and bad alike). She knew I knew about sex. I had watched movies where love and sex were a hand-in-hand thing. It was acceptable for me to know about love/romance/sex at the age I was at.

And still, I did not understand what the actual hell her problem was that she needed to pull sex out of nowhere.

The point is, she saw meaning in the songs we were listening to that I didn’t.

I had seen Interstella 5555 by that point, which is how I knew about “Discovery” to begin with, and my brother and I found the CD in a local secondhand store and snapped it up immediately. I have vivid anime imagery to accompany my mental landscape of listening to the music of that album. Even so, if you had asked me my interpretation of the songs with lyrics, I’d probably still say “One More Time” is about dancing and celebration. “Digital Love” is about the crush on a girl you don’t know but keep dreaming about. “Harder Better Faster Stronger” isn’t really about anything but it’s a great workout/encouragement song for such things. Similarly, “Crescendolls”, “Superman”, and “High Life” are just fun as hell bops with vocals that aren’t really meaning anything. I don’t think “Jump into the air” repeated for the duration is some sort of sex thing. “Something About Us” is a sad love song. “Face To Face” is a confronting The Other and finding understanding somewhere in the anger. “Too Long” is the coming home after an intolerable amount of time and finding joy again. The “need” is the dancing and celebration of “One More Time”, but after some epic journey that’s changed you.

Now, I can say I kind of see where people would infer sex from music, from this album at least where lyrics are. I’ll concede to “One More Time”, “Digital Love”, and “Too Long” maybe. I still had to train myself and find the context clues for why people would think that way, though. I don’t really listen to those songs and think “huhuhuhu they’re talking about sex”, by default. And I know there are songs that are very much about sex, both in my mom’s era and in mine!

The thing I pulled out of this recollection is that, with no knowledge about asexuality (my friend wouldn’t mention their asexuality until a few years later when I was in college after I broke up with a third relationship), I didn’t have the mental tools at a late teenager age to discern a sex meaning out of these songs. My mom did, and apparently it was blatant enough for her to be offended that I was listening to and enjoying the album.

In hindsight, I would say that I might’ve taken that as a moment to consider if I was asexual if I’d known anything about it at the time. idk, I just thought someone else might resonate with the reminiscence.

#asexuality #asexual #ace life #personal #ace stories #postscript: #I mention the past relationships and my parents' like of sex #partially because it means I was growing up in conditions where I by all rights should've agreed with my mom probs #but also bc their sexualities did not prevent me from being confused by my mom #and I'm a little frustrated that people think your parents'/progenitor's sexuality transfers to you #this is specifically about Aloy in HFW but also in general #your parents pass on physical/health traits but not gender/sexuality perceptions

[plantsarefun06]

The Particular Abilities of Marinette, and Her Discovery of Them Chapter 1: How Marinette Became Alone in the World

MasterPost

Marinette al Ghul was not a wanted child, that was no secret to anyone including herself. She felt the scorn of her Grandfather, and the disapproval of her Mother constantly. But she never thought they would do this. Never thought they would go this far.

Marinette al Ghul is not an al Ghul anymore, and now has to navigate the world with her newfound blindness alone. Well… with the help of a little something she wasn’t expecting.

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Marinette

mar-in-ette /mar-uh-net/ name-meaning failure, nuisance, waster-of-space, insurance

Or at least that is what her name meant to most. Most being her mother and grandfather.

Her life, or rather sex, was not exactly what either of them wanted. They wanted an heir, with strong blood…

...they wanted a male…

Marinette knew that something was inherently wrong with her. Something that despite her greatest efforts she could not control. But it was a bit sad in a way, how at three years old Marinette was scorned upon by nearly everyone she knew.

Despite this, at three years old Marinette knew many things. She knew the theory behind moth martial arts (very little physical practice, most physical training started at the age of five), she knew that the best way to get information was to keep quiet and spy on the maids (most everyone completely ignored the existence of the handmaids. To the higher ups of the League, they were not even acknowledged above an order, they were often forgotten. Because of this many spoke things in front of handmaidens and servants that would be better kept secret. (it didn’t help that the servants loved to gossip)), and what she knew, better than anyone, was that she was worthless. Or at least worthless to Ra’s.

Despite being his blood, and of the blood of some man he had hoped to be his heir, she was not treated as such. The man who fathered her was apparently a powerful man her grandfather thought highly of, and upon declining such an offer to be his heir, decided that he would have his child. Talia getting pregnant with his child for an heir would be the best option in his eyes.

And it was surprisingly easy. Within three months Talia had announced her pregnancy to Ra’s and the high-ranking generals of the League. Ra’s had never been more pleased.

His plan was going perfectly.

They had gone through all the traditional and ceremonial procedures that had been followed by any women who were pregnant and a part of the League. One of which being, a natural birth, and a blind pregnancy. Blind pregnancy meaning not using any form of technology to observe the baby before the due date.

When Marinette learned that her mother’s pregnancy was blind, she knew that this was the only reason she even existed. And she thanked every single weird old person, and their strange traditions and ceremonies that it was this way.

She saw the way Ra’s looked at her. Lips always curled down, and eyebrows always furrowed in disgust. And he wasn’t subtle with his thoughts of Marinette either. He regularly berated her-publicly-on any and all mistakes she made. Everything from doing a stance incorrectly too not getting sufficient-perfect-marks on her arithmetic tests. She felt the scorn of his voice as he would yell at her for disrespecting him when she looked in his eyes when. Or look at the ground while speaking to him. Or not arrive at certain places on time due to her tutors holding her longer than designated. Or ignoring her tutors and leaving when the official period ends.

She couldn’t do anything right. She physically could not do anything right.

It was constant. It was unforgiving.

She knew that had her mother’s pregnancy not been blind. Had they done an ultrasound and seen her gender.

Ra’s would have ordered an abortion on the spot.

She also knew that Grandfather was very tempted to kill her, regardless of her status as: living, breathing, actively conscious human being.

In addition to the old people and all their weird traditions, Marinette also thanked all of her Grandfather’s associates. While they were labelled ‘Supervillains’ (and rightfully so) they did frown upon killing one’s own blood, and Ra’s couldn’t simply kill her and because some were present at her birth and were aware of her existence.

She, again, thanked every weird old person and their strange transitions that insured she lived past the right old age of one day.

So, Marinette simply existed for one purpose.

Insurance.

She didn’t know who her father was. That was a strictly kept secret that only a few of the higher-up general and close allies knew.

She certainly didn’t. Because what child needs to know who their father was.

In all honesty she really didn’t think about who her father was too often. Only when her Grandfather would curse her existence because ‘You were given great opportunity. Your blood of two powerful lines, and you still fail at the simplest of tasks.’ (She dropped the five-pound katana they placed in her hand. She was two.)

So, she would wonder who this ‘second bloodline’ was. She kind of got the idea her father was probably Caucasian. She had a lot of features that resembled that of a Caucasian child. Then again, her father could be of mixed race considering that mother was Chinese-Arab, and she had many leaning Chinese features and very few Arab at all. So maybe, like mother, he was mixed race and she just ended up getting nearly exclusive Caucasian features.

And apparently whoever was her father didn’t stay with the League because he didn’t like her Grandfather (good judgement. Marinette didn’t really like her Grandfather either. He was mean.), but apparently, Grandfather and Mother’s ‘all else has failed’ plan was for them to use her to manipulate her father.

So yes. Insurance. A pawn in her Mother and Grandfather’s game of chess.

So, Marinette just spent her life as any of the League’s high-ranking member’s children would. Constant training, and education. From five in the morning to nine at night it was an incredibly detailed schedule. One that she abided by every day. No breaks.

Attended basic survival theory and espionage classes, her foreign language lessons (those were her favorite), her basic acrobatics classes (her second favorite classes. She liked to do cartwheels), her academics, and her basic martials arts classes.

The martial arts classes were mostly just stances and ‘the theory behind it all’ and maybe a few punches. The league had a running theme of rather than teaching a person a particular thing- whether it be math, acrobatics, or martial arts- a person would be taught the theory of it and have them understand what it was, then they would build on to that. Effective in teaching those who did understand, and those who didn’t ended up in the fire that burnt all the bodies at the end of the month. It was Marinette’s least favorite day because she was forced to watch it and it always stunk really bad.

She never complained though. Her mother would always stand there too. She didn’t see her mother often. (She didn’t really think her mother liked her.) And her mother would stand stock straight with her hands folded together in front of her, staring at the fire (Marinette didn’t even think her mother blinked! Even when the fire would flash really close and make her face go hot. Mother wouldn’t even flinch. She was kind of scary.)

And so, when her mother would stand stock straight, eyes unmoving on the flames, Marinette would too. She would stand there, stock still, even when the fire would flash up really close to her and burn her face, she would tense up and make herself stand really still.

Just like Mother.

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Marinette was really happy. Practically bouncing as she walked to the south wing of Nanda Parbat for her mathematics class.

She had just finished with her foreign language professor and had been able to read a Mandarin book aloud in English with perfect accuracy without stuttering once. Once!

Marinette was really proud of herself. After finishing English, the professor said they would move on to French! French! She loved the way French would pronunciate their vowels. How they would roll their tongue whe-

She was immediately snapped out of her thoughts when two large arms wrapped around herself and secured her arms down by her sides. Before she could kick the person, or swivel around to see who grabbed her, or scream, she felt it.

Heat.

Across her eyes, her face.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

And then she felt it. The most agonizing pain she had ever experienced. Her face felt like it was melting. This wasn’t like the fire. Where it would burst out in little bouts and lick her face. It felt as if someone was taking her face and forcing it in the fire.

And now she screamed.

The weight holding her arms down disappeared and she immediately raised her hands to her face to claw at her eyes where she had felt the heat, and the pain. Her mind was screaming at her a multitude of things. She couldn’t decipher any of them past the pain.

She couldn’t think of anything past the pain.

Her screaming continued and the involuntary clawing never ceased. Even when she felt a hand on her back, and more grabbing at her wrists. Had she been in the right state of mind, she would have realized that the hands were small and frail. She would have been able to figure out that these were most likely handmaidens, or some sort of servant, and not attempted to kick them away from her while she continued to paw at herself.

She felt two arms wrap around her again and force her arms down. She only fought harder. Only kicked more violently, only screeched louder, only clawed more viciously. And in doing so, she completely missed the small pinch in her thigh. Only registered her muscles slowly getting heavier, and the slow progression of it getting harder to fight, and her voice becoming more and more sluggish by the moment.

All until eventually her thoughts slowed, and eventually ceased, and she fell unconscious.

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The first thing Marinette would perceive was the weight across her chest, holding her down to whatever she was on. The weight was soft. A blanket. The thing she was on was comfortable. A bed.

She was tucked in very tight, and the blanket was secure along her collarbones and chest making it near impossible to wiggle out of, and the only achievable movement being her neck so she could look around the room.

And when she went to do just that. When she went to open her eyes, she… couldn’t? She tried to but she still couldn’t see. So, she tried to open them again. And she… she did? Because she was pretty sure she just blinked, but she still couldn’t see anything.

She kept blinking and blinking and blinking, until Marinette managed to pull one of her arms out from under the covers to touch her face.

Wrinkles.

Like old people.

But Marinette wasn’t old, she was three.

Only old people had wrinkles. Some of her Grandfather’s generals, and some of Mother’s handmaidens had wrinkles, but they were all old. Like fifty.

So really old.

But Marinette still felt the creases and folds around her eyes.

...around the eyes that weren’t working.

Because they were open! She was touching the lid. She was feeling herself blink.

They were open!

She kept blinking and blinking until she could feel with her finger tears running down her face and gathering in the wrinkles.

Wrinkles!

Why were there wrinkles!

Why weren’t her eyes working!

Where was she!

What was the heat!

What was that heat!

She wanted to cry. She kept blinking. A few stray tears. But she really wanted to cry.

She had never cried before, well she supposed at some point she did. A baby’s instinct was to cry, and at some point, everyone was a baby, but she knew that if a baby cried in the League, they were left alone. They would have to learn quickly that if they cried, they would only be ignored. It was the first level of training in the League.

But never in her life had the urge to cry been so intense.

That’s when Marinette let out a shrill scream similar to the one, she let out when she felt the heat, an unknown amount of time ago. And had more and more tears fall as she screamed and started to paw at her eyes again.

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If you want to know something, you listen to the handmaidens. She knew this. That’s why when the handmaidens came into the room, after Marinette's four-and-a-half-hour breakdown, she pretended to be asleep.

They picked up all the things she had thrown around the room.

Marinette had tried to feel around and find the door after what she could guess was an hour of screaming and crying on her bed, which just turned into screaming and crying while knocking stuff over trying to find the door. And screaming and crying when finding there was no way she could open the door and screaming and crying as she gave up and got back on her bed.

And at some point, the screaming and crying ceased entirely, not a single sniffle not a single sob, and she simply laid in her bed. Eyes closed, just laid there completely limp.

She wasn’t surprised the servants thought her asleep. She didn’t think she would be able to get up if she tried. Didn’t think she would be able to speak. Didn’t think she would be able to even blink.

Her heart rate was slow, and the rising and falling of her chest reflected that, her muscles completely relaxed, and her mind… she didn’t really know where her mind was. It was in this weird limbo of complete dissociation and complete awareness of her surroundings.

It proved to be useful because with the handmaidens believing her asleep, they felt free to gossip. And a handmaiden’s gossip was the gateway to all the secrets of Nanda Parbat.

And that it was.

The more she heard, the more she felt like crying again. Like screaming again. Though she couldn’t. Her eyes stung too much to cry. Her throat throbbed too much to scream. Their words swimming around in her mind, not really piecing together.

Acid attack.

Ordered by the Head of Demon.

An heir had been conceived.

Confirmed male.

Mother had managed to seduce the same man that fathered her again. And to avoid another ‘incident’ they forgoed a blind pregnancy and all the traditions that were performed during her gestation and discovered the baby's gender as soon as it was possible.

Apparently, the baby was in an incubator in an unknown, secure location. (Marinette was confused when she heard that. Weren’t incubators for eggs?)

And with the male child, he was obviously the heir.

But the thing was… he wasn’t.

The only difference between Marinette and the boy was their gender, and many other organizations, like the League of Shadows, had forgone the tradition of male heirs being placed before their female counterparts. Meaning that in the eyes of many of Grandfather’s allies, she had a larger claim to the title of ‘Head of Demon’ than the boy.

Ra’s did not like that. So, Ra’s chose the obvious solution to the predicament…

… he blinded the first born so that they would be seen as ‘unfit’ for the title.

So now Marinette laid still on the bed, as the handmaidens walked around her, cleaning the room and continuing their gossip, a lone tear… the first tear… went down Marinette's face, running over the freshly scarred skin, and falling onto the sheets below.

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She didn’t know how long she sat in that room. It did not take long to realize she was in one of the quarantine rooms of the medical wings of Nanda Parbat.

It became really evident when she heard footsteps getting closer to her and the people who the footsteps belonged to started prodding at her face, listing off her features:

-the area around the eye is scarred, scars will likely be permanent without immediate intervention

-iris and pupil have lost color, and have remained a ‘cloudy white’ since first procedure

-eye is unresponsive to light stimulation

-irreparable damage to cornea

-optic nerve is seared

Marinette had only started her anatomy classes a couple weeks ago. She didn’t know the words ‘cornea’ or ‘iris’ or ‘optic’ but she did understand the words ‘pupil’ and ‘nerve’, so it took a skip and a hop to come to the conclusion that the other words probably were other parts of her eyes, and she knew that nerve where the parts of her body that had to do with feeling and sensing things.

She also understood what the phrase ‘irreparable damage’ meant.

Her eyes were broken forever, and she couldn’t fix them.

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The only thing that Marinette knew was that there were the two hands on her shoulders, guiding her through the compound.

They kind of hurt, their fingers were digging into her shoulder blades and the pain was awful, but she wasn’t going to say anything. Even if they would move their hands-which they wouldn’t-their hands on her shoulders were the only thing she knew. The only thing that was grounding her.

She knew most of the compound, but the medical wing was not one of those things. Most of the time if she did get hurt during a training exercise or lesson, she would have to deal with it on her own. The only time she remembered going to the medical wing was when she walked over hot coals and her feet needed to be wrapped for a whole week.

And besides that incident, she had never been in the medical wing before. She didn’t know all the entrances or exits, and unlike the rest of the base, she didn’t know any of the secret passageways that laid in the walls.

She had no idea how to navigate through the wing, and when people started to guide her around, she didn’t know where they were taking her.

I wasn’t until she was stopped and heard the distinct sound of something heavy swinging did, she knew where she was.

She was in her Grandfather’s ‘throne room’.

She didn’t think it would be possible for her to not recognize the sound of the heavy iron doors opening. She absolutely loathed it. Being in this room meant that she was in the presence of her Grandfather. Being in the presence of her Grandfather meant she would get a reminder that ‘she was unworthy of the blood running through her veins’.

And the ‘reminder’ basically just meant that she had to take his scolding while looking down at the ground, because god forbid, she looks in his eyes. (Last time she looked him in the eyes he ordered the guards to take her to the mean doctor. She really didn’t like the mean doctor.)

She felt the hands leave her shoulders and heard the thud of their knees hitting the ground in a bow before Marinette followed suit.

If this time being in the throne room was like her previous times there would be guards lining the wall behind Grandfather, while Mother stood slightly to the right, staring straight ahead devoid of emotion.

And Grandfather would stand front and center, glaring down at her while he condemned her for whatever she did wrong. It was really easy to do things wrong. She often ended up right here, kneeling before him while he berated her, at least once a week.

Despite her eyes not working so she couldn’t see his glare, she could feel it.

She could hear his cape do the little shwoopy thing indicating it was time for him to tell her exactly why she was here. (She was pretty sure it was because her eyes were now broken, but she never really knew with Grandfather.)

His voice boomed across the room and made herself, and everyone else in the room want to shudder, “You have proved yourself time and time again to be unequal to your peers.”

That was true. She knew she was constantly outmatching them, but Grandfather meant that she was doing worse than them. She didn’t know how, but Grandfather always said that she was lacking.

“You have constantly made a mockery of the blood that has flown in your veins.”

She knew that ‘mockery’ meant ‘to misrepresent or imitate something in an absurd manner’, (When she woke up from a nightmare, she would read a part of the dictionary to help calm herself down. It worked really well.) but Marinette wasn’t making fun of being an al Ghul? Grandfather didn’t make sense sometimes.

“And now you have proven your unworthiness by becoming disfigured.”

But Grandfather ordered it? Isn’t that what he wanted?

“And because of that…”

And she could hear the finality in his tone. The kind he used when he decided that going to the mean doctor would be a just punishment. She hated going to him, everything hurt when she was with the mean doctor. Marinette simply started to prepare herself mentally for however long she was ordered to stay with him.

She was hoping it was less than a day. Last time she messed up on her World History exam, and got a subpar score, she stayed with him for a full 24 hours.

It was the longest twenty-four hours of her life.

“...you are hereby expelled from the League of Shadows, and are to be banished from its ranks, and are stripped of your title as an ‘al Ghul’.”

Marinette, despite knowing what happened last time, rose her head in shock. She was processing what he said, and not at all understanding what was happening.

Expelled.

Banished.

Stripped.

She wasn’t understanding why there were suddenly hands on her shoulders. Why those hands were digging into her skin even harder than before.

Those hands were no longer grounding.

Expelled.

Banished.

Stripped.

She didn’t understand why they were dragging her back towards the door.

Expelled.

Banished.

Stripped.

She didn’t understand why they turned left down the corridor rather than right, the way toward the staircases that lead to the mean doctor’s office and the classrooms.

Expelled.

Banished.

Stripp-.

It wasn’t until she felt the cool air of the doors of the courtyard opening that she understood what was happening and started to scream and beg.

“Al Ghuls do not beg! Al Ghuls do not scream!” Her mother’s voice was ringing in her ears of one of her times with the mean doctor. Mother had come down specifically because she could hear her screaming and begging for the doctor to stop.

But right now, those words meant nothing, she was trying anything to get her Grandfather to stop this, to get anyone to stop this.

She tried to dig the heel of her boots into the concrete floors, tried to gain leverage and stop the guards from dragging her away, try and find a way to get away from the men and go back to her room (she wasn’t sure how she would get there; she knew the compound well but not well enough to find her way around without visual aids, but she would find a way).

When she heard the lock mechanism of the gates moving-opening- she stopped fighting.

Maybe it was the snow that was falling on her face, feeling like little pricks against her skin, or maybe it was the crushing realization of what had just happened, or maybe it was both, but she realized then…

...begging would do nothing.

That regardless of her screams and pleads for mercy, she would still be thrown out by her grandfather.

Disowned for something he ordered.

Left to die.

As she laid in the snow outside the gates after being thrown like a rag doll, as the guards who had dragged her out closed them, both guards being on the inside of those gates, leaving her on the other side.

She realized one thing…

… for the first time ever…

… she was truly alone.

[Next]

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Notes: Updates posted every Wednesday.

Cross posted on AO3.

#maribat #bio dad bruce wayne #blind marinette #bio mom talia #marinette al ghul #league of assassins #ml x dc #mlb x dc #the particular abilities of marinette and her discovery of them #the blindness of marinette

[movnts]

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

[mason mount fluff]

inspo from the beautiful @pettypartypooper: broke up years ago and both moved away, lost touch. now our friends each suggested a blind date and shit, you’re my date apparently

"this is the worst idea you've ever had," you grumbled as the taxi pulled up outside of your local italian restaurant, the soft amber hue from candlelight illuminating the concrete pavement outside. your best friend, grace, would simply shoot you an evil smirk as she clambered out of the passenger seat, pressing a twenty pound note into the taxi driver's palms before expressing her apologies for her best friend's grumbling all journey.

dating had never really been your scene. through mainly failed relationships and losing touch with those who you considered forever's you'd eventually given up on ever finding 'the one'. instead you wanted to enjoy your life; go out whenever you liked, party as hard as you wanted to and not have your mind one step behind because of a man. granted, there were night's when you wanted nothing more than to just curl into the side of someone but you couldn't bring yourself to trading your freedom for the occasional cuddle when night's were colder than you liked.

and without you knowing grace had arranged a blind date for the both of you, chatting your ear off whilst you'd gotten ready as she's rambled and rambled about how she hopes they're both as fit as they sounded, her eyebrows wiggling whenever it was brought up. you weren't exactly thrilled with her devious plan, a fair few curse words exchanged as she'd told you the night before over a cheap bottle of wine, hiding behind one of your cushions as you'd threatened to swirl your glass over her. you didn't want a relationship right now - especially with someone who you'd never seen, let alone met before.

the restaurant had a steady buzz of conversation: couple's going through a rocky part sobbing over their starters, newly promoted employees ordering another round of house champagne as they're erupt into a loud but respectful cheer. it was the kind of place that offered a sense of security, a place that felt like home.

"we don't even know who we're looking for!" you hissed, not wanting to draw too much attention to you both as she circled the tables. her eyes would be darting from person to person, a guessing game inside of her head as to whether it was the people we were meant to be meeting. your vision would follow hers as she pointed out a table stuffed in the corner, tucked away from the gentle hustle and bustle of the other customers - two lads sitting next to each other, their thought's worlds away as their fingers scrolled through their phones, obviously finding their interest in whatever was pixelated across their screens.

you hesitated, your body refusing your steps as you felt familiarity settle in the pits of your brain. you recognised that face.

"is that..." grace whispered, her back now facing the table as she followed your gaze, her eyes searched over your face for an ounce of emotion or something that could answer her open ended question.

"mason," you replied curtly, a spark of anger running sharply through your veins as grace crossed her arms across her chest. of course you knew she didn't have anything to do with this, that she wouldn't have known who the lads were either - but there was a thought nibbling away in the back of your mind, filling your head with dread as you struggled to keep yourself grounded in the moment.

you would never forget mason mount. your first serious boyfriend, he had taught you everything that you needed to know in order to survive in the world around you. it had been a passionate whirlwind romance; the dreaded three-words being shared between fits of laughter four weeks into the relationship, your belongings being packed into suitcases and drove to his as your romance would hit the two month mark.

before mason you never knew what love was - your warped definition gradually being erased as he showered you in nothing but affection. you were meant to last forever: both grow your wings and take off into the universe, hand-in-hand, never looking back. but you needed someone who was a constant presence in your life. and mason, at the time, couldn't offer you that.

"i didn't know you were back..." you greeted him with the absence of a 'hello' or 'how are you', taking a seat opposite him as grace's head bowed to the table, mason's friends mirroring her stance as they swallowed thickly.

mason didn't know where to look, eyebrows knitted in confusion as he tried to figure out if this was a wicked joke that someone had played on you both.

but you were real; restaurant was real; the blind-date was real.

the break-up had been cold and bitter, mason leaving with his things in badly packed bags and your heart still in his firm grasp. there were times where mason could smell the damp of the roads as he drove away that night, cheeks stained with tears as he wished you well. despite it being years since you last laid eyes on each other your heart would get a flutter of butterflies, cheeks tainted red as you felt yourself slip into the wide-eyed teenager that once fell in love.

"we were good together, weren't we?" his question was abrupt, leaving your stomach feeling as though you were about to go down the highest drop of a rollercoaster. and it was almost as if you both forgot that your friends were sat next to you, the tension between you being thick enough to slice with a knife.

"how much has changed?" you already knew the answer to your own question. his name was plastered across every sports channel and newspaper, photo's of him being shared around every corner of social media - your dry throat and hazed eyes always making you scroll on or look away. nobody knew you still had his old derby shirt still stuffed in the back of your wardrobe, your fingers never being strong enough to let it fall into the bin whenever you mentally prepared yourself to do so. you were more attached to the memories rather than mason himself: you were a happy, carefree teenager with a high-demanding relationship ideology.

and you didn't want to sit there and scream about how you both deserved to grow old together. that the timing was just sightly off; that it was weird because you both still thought of each other whenever a certain song crackled on the car radio.

you didn't want that.

"strangers?" mason had whispered, pinky finger pointed out towards you as his head nodded in the motion of your hand. your finger would wrap around his, his touch no longer feeling familiar as his skin was cold to your shaky touch. strangers.

#mason mount fluff #mason mount oneshot #mason mount blurb #mason mount imagine #england blurb #england imagine #england oneshot #england nt #footballer oneshots #football oneshots #footballer imagines #football imagines #footballer blurbs #football blurbs

[absolute-flaming-trash-archive]

Hurt Part 3 - Damaged Goods

This is officially turning into a long fic series. Thank you a million times to @my-child-gaara for beta reading this.

Pairing: Illumi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2′811

Warnings: Implied abuse/toxic relationship, Yandere behaviour, Manipulation, Graphic description of injury, Mentions of assault/noncon.

Part One, Part Two

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The longer the days went on, the more they began to blur together. That tended to happen when there was a lot of repetition. A constant repeat of routine that you would follow almost mindlessly.

To be fair, the daily regime was only a small part of what made the days fade into one another.

What was mostly the cause of it was the dissociation you were beginning to fall into to cope with the ever increasing visits from Hisoka.

You genuinely didn’t know how to act around the man anymore. What had started off as a relationship of supposed mutual respect had fallen apart over the course of a single evening, which he would remind you of and repeat frequently.

It wouldn’t happen every time he came to you. Sometimes it would be as it used to, where you would patch him up, albeit now with a heavy tension in the air, and he would leave. Other times it would be like that night all over again. You kept fighting him, of course, still unwilling to submit to a man who made it his goal to violently remind you that, in his mind, you belonged to him.

It was seemingly random. The only consistent indication of his possessive behaviour was that when you mentioned a friend or a coworker that you were getting close to, they would mysteriously disappear within several days.

It made you feel alone. Isolated.

Yet you still didn’t hate him… did you?

You’d think you would after all of that time. After what he had done. Everyone had their breaking point.

You honestly didn’t know if you had reached it, but were too numb to notice, or if you were truly that forgiving.

It was an endless cycle you would think about every night as you stared up at the ceiling, body still aching from how Hisoka had treated you.

Every cycle was eventually broken, though.

The clattering of books followed by the sound of something smashing broke you from your thoughts, making you instantly freeze.

Someone was in your house, and it wasn’t who you thought it was.

You had only one weapon in your room, a bat you saved for emergencies .

It would never do against someone like Hisoka, but for a burglar? You’d take your chances.

You threw the covers off of you, grabbing the bat and holding it above your head, approaching the source of the noise with caution; your breathing coming in quiet, shaky breaths the closer you got to your living room. 

When you rounded the corner, it was like time froze.

Like you thought, it wasn’t Hisoka.

Instead a man with the darkest eyes you had ever seen stood amongst the remnants of your fallen bookshelf, the shade of his clothes contrasting greatly against the paleness of his skin.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice shockingly casual - as if he hadn’t broken into your home and ruined your bookcase. You adjusted your grip on the bat, narrowing your eyes at the man before you.

“What do you want?”

Your eyes flickered over the dress-like blue outfit he wore. It was in tatters, blood and dirt deeply staining the fabric. The gloves covering his arms were shredded, hanging over his arms like streamers.

“I’m in need of your services, it would seem.” Your eyes snapped back up to his lightning fast, knuckles white from your grip on the bat. The man sighed heavily at your reaction.

“Hisoka did say you were skittish, there’s no reason to be alarmed.”

The bark of dry laughter that left you at his comment surprised you both. “If you’re with Hisoka, that gives you less reason to be here, and if you touch me I’ll more than alarm you.”

“On the contrary, I believe it gives me all the reason.”

Awkward tension hung heavy in the air as the two of you stared at each other, both unwilling to move from your positions. His orb-like eyes shifted over to the now trivial seeming weapon in your hands.

Like hell you’d go down without it though.

“Put down the bat.”

“Will you leave?”

“No, I still need your services.”

“Then I’m not putting down the bat.”

The slightest twitch of his eye was the only indicator of the annoyance that had begun to creep through his system.

“If I offered you my name, would that calm you enough to treat me?”

You paused, mulling the thought over with caution. It would certainly make things a little smoother, in any case.

“I still don’t trust you, but perhaps.”

“Excellent, I’m Illumi Zoldyck.” The robotic cheeriness to his voice was anything but soothing as you watched him seat himself on your couch. “I’d like you to get whatever supplies you have on hand, as I believe you’ll need them all.”

His words went over your head as you processed the name given to you.

Zoldyck. There was an assassin in your house.

“Are you going to kill me?” The words slipping out before you could stop them, making Illumi tilt his head, his eyelids drooping slightly in boredom.

“If I were to kill you, you would be long dead already.”

His tone did nothing to soothe your nerves, despite the implication that the words were meant to be reassuring.

Another few beats of silence passed as you continued to examine each other. It seemed that you were at an impasse, and you had a feeling that between the two of you the assassin was the least likely to back down from his stance.

“Are you going to get your kit?”

You lowered the bat begrudgingly, the discomfort and confliction written heavily across your face.

Just this once, you decided, turning on your heel and walking away briskly.

You hurried into the kitchen, grabbing what you needed with shaking hands, taking deep breaths in order to calm yourself as much as you could. The deja vu you were feeling was horrible, and you’d be damned if you let history repeat itself, but you had been taught harshly and repeatedly that you were not as strong as you had initially thought yourself to be.

That certainly didn’t mean you were willing to give up just yet though.

You returned to Illumi with a bowl of warm water and your kit, kneeling to assess the damage. There were lacerations all up and down his right arm, shards of glass deeply embedded into the cuts along with bits of debris. The bruising that you could see wasn’t horrendous, but it wasn’t good either. You shoved your state of unease into the back of your mind as you tried to focus primarily on the injuries presented.

“What happened?”

“My initial attack missed and my target became aware of my presence. Extremely annoying, really, as my aim was not the issue and it was due to him tripping over an uneven surface. We fought.”

Illumi watched with unblinking eyes as you experimentally touched around his multitude of cuts before you nodded to yourself, standing up and walking back into your kitchen.

“I’m going to remove the glass from your arms before I assess the rest of you.” You returned with a small empty bowl and a chair in hand.

The deja vu was becoming more intense by the minute.

“I do have to ask though, what made you come to me?” - you sat down, grabbing the cloth from the bowl and gesturing for Illumi to give you his arm - “I’d imagine your family has their own collection of doctors due to your profession.”

“We do, however now that I now know about you, you were a closer and more convenient option.”

“Deep breath, this is going to sting.”

Your warning was acknowledged with a slight nod, and you pressed the cloth to his skin as gently as you could. Illumi made no motion to pull away as you carefully cleaned the area as best as you could.

“To be quite honest, I’m a little surprised that Hisoka mentioned me to you.” you murmured, lightly dragging the cloth over the wounds, removing as much of the debris as you could and tossing it to the side once you were finished. A few beats of silence passed while you pulled out a pair of tweezers and began sanitizing them with rubbing alcohol.

“Not hard to believe, Hisoka feels the need to overshare the details of his missions with me for some odd reason.” His voice unwavering even as you had begun to pull the shards of glass from his skin. “Each of them would end with the common theme of him coming to you for assessment of his injuries.”

You huffed, the sound of the glass hitting the aluminum bowl filling the gaps of the conversation. “I'm not surprised at that, just the fact that he gave you permission to see me. At least that's what I meant before.”

“He did not, I found you on my own.”

It felt like all the air in the room had been sucked out at his words, your wide eyes slowly making their way up to his face as adrenaline shot through your veins, mouth instantly going dry.

“What did you say?” 

“At any attempt on my part to find out where you lived, should I need to acquire your services, he would become very proprietorial and would not disclose any further information. Quite inconvenient, we’ve always had a give and take relationship, but apparently he does not wish to share you with me.”

You couldn’t help but flinch at his particular choice of words.

“He uhm” -you swallowed thickly, clearing your throat as you gathered your words- “he doesn’t know you’re here?”

“No.”

That knowledge was simultaneously relieving and terrifying. Relieving in the sense that Hisoka wasn’t sending the people who he worked with to you to patch up, or...sharing you with others.

It was terrifying because you had no idea how he would react if he caught you with Illumi in your home when he clearly didn’t want him there.

And he could come through your door at any moment.

You ran your eyes over his arms, weighing your options quietly while trying to steady your breathing. You had nearly removed all the glass, after that you just needed to put on an antibacterial ointment and wrap the wounds in gauze and derma wrap, and he would be set.

Anything that you missed would have to be treated at his home, you couldn’t risk it here.

“This knowledge appears to be disconcerting, is Hisoka an exclusive client?”

An airy, humourless chuckle passed your lips. If only he knew.

“I’m going to do what I can for your arms, however the rest I’m going to have to leave to you since I’m not well equipped for anything worse than this. Hisoka used up the majority of my heavy duty medical gear some time ago, and I haven’t had the time or the funds to go get more.”

Illumi blinked owlishly at you as you continued to work, your movements noticeably faster as you treated him.

Odd, but your reasoning was sound enough.

The minutes flew by as you removed the remaining glass, antibiotic cream covered gauze placed over each wound as you gingerly wrapped the derma wrap around his arms.

“Okay, I think you should be good now.” You breathed, shoulders relaxing as he stood, examining your handiwork blankly while you hurriedly began to pack your supplies up.

“I don’t think you have much to worry about otherwise, and once again I’m sorry for not being able to do-”

Your eyes widened as he began to peel off his clothing, your arms automatically rising in defense; cowering behind the little protection they provided.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, don’t hurt me please!”

The automatic words were barely understandable, leaving you in a fast, jumbled mess. Illumi stared at you in confusion, his tattered shirt still in his hands.

“Is this not your form of payment?”

Your shoulders relaxed slightly as you peeked out, your own confusion knitting across your brow at his statement, “Payment?”

“Yes,” Illumi confirmed, retaking his seat on your couch, “whenever Hisoka comes to you, you treat him, and once you are finished you two engage in sexual activities, from what I have gathered from what has been retold to me.” - the casualness of his tone made you flinch - “So I believed that was your form of payment for your services.”

The way he said it was so… detached. Like what he was saying was simply a matter of business being conducted, and nothing more.

To be frank, it horrified you.

“No,” you responded, fully lowering your arms to your side, shaking your head at his claim. “No, Hisoka and I have no such arrangement. He doesn’t pay me anything.”

“Eh?” Illumi tilted his head, bits of his dark locks falling in front of his face. “Well this will not do at all, how much do you normally charge for your services?”

You didn’t know what it was about that sentence that made you chuckle, but it bloomed into a full bodied laugh; tears springing to your eyes as you clutched your sides. Illumi continued to stare at you through your little fits until your laughter had died down, now only coming in short bursts of giggles.

“Mr. Zoldyck,” -you wiped a stray tear from your eye, giving him a small broken smile- “I don’t charge anything. I never have. I’m not a medically trained professional, my skills are only the result of a few first aid courses I took for my own safety and for previous jobs.”

“Illumi is fine.” He responded, pulling out his phone, beginning to type with one hand, “I shall send you compensation for the inconvenience I have caused you as well as of the damage to your home. What is your number?”

“It’s just a fallen bookshelf, Illumi, it’s fine-”

“I believe 30 million jenny is reasonable, is that sufficient?”

Your jaw hit the floor as you gaped at him.

You were stunned to say the least.

You stuttered out the number to your cell phone, still in a state of shock, “I… I don’t know what to say, sir, thank you.”

“Your gratitude is unnecessary, and once again it’s Illumi,” -he said simply, pocketing the phone in his pants- “you should receive the transfer shortly.”

All you could do was nod as you processed all of what just happened, the rustling of Illumi’s clothing as he redressed himself becoming background noise.

You ran a hand down your face, pausing over your mouth as you tried to figure out just exactly what to do next.

30 million. That was a lot of money, more than what you could properly explain away without finding some kind of excuse. The lottery was always a good go-to, but if you claimed that and word got out, then you’d have “friends” and “family” coming out of the woodwork, and you didn’t need that kind of hassle added to your already complicated life.

You could say that it was inheritance, after all you did have a fairly large extended family…

Only problem with that route was that Hisoka more than likely kept tabs on everyone connected to you.

Panic shot through your system at the reminder of the man, frantic eyes snapping back to reality and searching the living room for Illumi.

He was gone. Shit.

“Illumi?!” you nearly tripped over your own feet as you ran out of the living room, looking up and down the halls of your house desperately before landing on him, his hand hovering over the doorknob to your front door. You stopped a few feet short of him, heart still pounding in your ears from your initial anxiety.

“He can’t know you were here. Hisoka, I mean.” You fidgeted with your hands, unsure how to properly word the thoughts in your head. “If… if you ever need to see me again, you need to warn me you’re coming. No matter how serious your injuries are.”

You laughed nervously, offering the assassin a small hopeful smile.

Illumi blinked, studying you for a moment. Why you would be so worried about his associate was completely unknown to him. Well not entirely true, it was obvious he had mistreated you in some way, but that was no concern of his. Your request of him informing you as to when he would be coming could eventually prove inconvenient, however the subtle invitation that you were willing to treat him in the future would more than make up for it. If necessary, he could use the leverage of Hisoka’s ignorance against you if that were to change.

He hummed lightly, satisfied with his own reasoning as his lips twitching up slightly in a microscopic smile, meeting your own misguided one. 

“Of course.”

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 13)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Goldenrod

Next Chapter: The More You Know

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Chapter 13: Home Sweet Home

That weekend you went back home. It was so refreshing to see everyone. You yelped out with joy as you ran over to your cousin “Hiroki niichaaaan~” You jumped into his arms.

He hugged you tight. “How have you been doin lil sis?”

“Very good! I missed you all so much, especially you Hiroki nii." You pouted up at him.

You caught up with your family, had meals with them, and trained with Hiroki. They were most curious about your soulmate, as you have expected.

“What’s he like? Aren’t people from the big 3 clans so stuck up all the time? Even Satoru is full of himself at times, ey?”, Hiroki asked you with a mouthful of food.

“He isn’t too bad to be honest. He’s a gentleman and sweet with me. Decent man. Just, seems a bit like the private type? I mean… Doesn’t talk much about his family even though we are soulmates. Oh I’ve already talked to him about you guys.” You added.

Hiroki tilted his head, “Ehhh… mysterious huh.”

“Give him time. The Kamo Clan aren’t the most open minded people. They’ll feel you out before allowing you in.” Your dad said.

“Even though I’m his soulmate?!” You exclaimed.

Silence. “We don’t know what they’re thinking so we can’t say for sure.”

◇◇◇

“Heh, you’ve gotten better lil sis,” Hiroki dropped low and thrusted out his spear. You jumped and immediately shifted your stance to land a kick on him. He easily parried and slipped out of your range.

Your family specializes in dealing with reverse cursed techniques aside from the occasional esper. Hiroki was only a semi-grade 1, because he trained his ass off for years.

Now that he’s built, he uses cursed tools to help him fight. A strong 185cm man can definitely handle close combat well. And in terms of healing abilities, he was number 1 in the clan.

It was only the women in your family that were able to inherit psychokinesis for some reason. But usually it only applies to a specific thing. Like how your mom can control plants. And your other aunt does with small metallic items like coins and darts.

Mother approached you after your sparring session. "Does he make you happy my dear?" Your mother asked you. Hiroki drank quietly from his water bottle.

You thought about it. The past few months were not easy but really colorful with Noritoshi. Minus the nagging feeling of him covering up his family affairs from you.

But… "He does. I feel so safe with him ma. Like I do with all of you. He is family to me now. I think I really like him and I trust him with my life." You whispered out.

"Then next time, bring him here. We will gladly welcome him with open arms." Hiroki smiled at you and leaned into your side.

◇◇◇

You went to visit your dead older sister’s grave just before you went back to Kyoto Jujutsu High School.

It was just you and Hiroki. You both cleaned the grave, trimmed the weeds, changed the flowers, burned fresh incense, and said your prayers for Sora. It was such a clear day with barely any clouds. The sky was so blue.

Just like her namesake.

Hiroki left you to give you some privacy, saying that he’ll pick you up in 2 hours.

You took a deep breath. “Sora neechan. It’s been a while. Sorry I couldn’t come to see you as often, because I’m currently a student at Jujutsu High.”

“I met this guy. He … So he is my soulmate. The first time I met him, I thought he was pretty. As I got to know him more, I felt as if there was a reason as to why the heavens chose him for me you know? He is really cool, but so warm and sweet with me. I think I’m a little bit in love with him.” You admitted.

“I’m really scared to lose him. After I lost you, I just… it was hard… I try my best to be cheerful and helpful really. But it gets tiring at times. I’m glad I was able to make a lot of friends who understand the life of a Jujutsu sorcerer at least. I tried to open up to Noritoshi a bit more. But it’s hard because he seems so closed off at times.”

You had mixed feelings, because you promised Noritoshi you would trust him more. That means working on anything that bothers you regarding your relationship with him. But can he accept it if you tell him that you want to know more about his family? He already clearly stated he needs more time.

“Am I being too greedy and hasty Sora? I want to support his clan affairs, even if it's just a tiny bit as his soulmate. He seems so troubled with it all the time. Like he wants to carry the burden all alone. I want to help, but he doesn’t really let me. I don’t know. I wish you were still here with me.”

“Last time I asked him about his parents, he snapped at me. Of course he apologized. … Maybe it’s all just in my head. But I do want to meet his family. Eventually. Though at this rate I have no idea when. Everytime I ask about them he just shuts up.”

“Falling in love is way too hard….”

The wind blew as if to agree with you. The leaves rusted in a circular dance just around the grave. You smiled.

You bid farewell to your family after the weekend. Hiroki hugged you tight and whispered, “I hope it gets better for you and Kamo kun soon enough.”

You looked up at him, “Yeah, thanks bro.”

◇◇◇

You texted Noritoshi and let him know that you were on your way back. He said he was free for the evening and that you could come over to his room.

You knocked on his door with anticipation. You opened the door, “I'm back, Toshi!” He pulled you into a tight hug and closed the door behind you. “I missed you. Come in. How was your family? Sorry I couldn’t go with you again.”

“It’s fine! They’re all okay and excited to meet you next time.” You looked up at him. He looked a bit regretful, “Next time I’ll make sure to properly clear my schedule with my father so I can go meet them okay?”

“Ah, okay.” You both walked over to his table and knelt down on the floor.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while,” you started. Noritoshi looked on intently. “I’ve already told you about my family right? Mom and dad and my other male cousins. Ah, what I didn’t tell you before was… I used to have an older sister. I - uhm. Well she died after being attacked by a curse. I … I hope to bring you to her grave one day.”

Noritoshi’s heart dropped. He pulled you in close. “I’m so sorry to hear that. I’m sure she is proud of you. Of course I’ll go with you to see her next time.” He was now highly regretting choosing to do some useless tasks for some of his clan’s elders instead of spending the weekend with you.

You gripped his clothes tighter. “Thank you, that really really means a lot to me.” You started tearing up, but you blinked your tears away.

"Oh! My family and I have gifts for you. I'm not so sure if you'll like it. It's a Coral and gold bracelet. Everyone in my family has one. It's almost like tradition for us, and we believe it to have a layer of protection. I also brought Jade here for you." You presented the bracelet alongside the Dragon carved Jade Pendant hanging on a thick white gold chain.

Noritoshi's eyes widened. The jewelry was stunning and looked expensive. He may have been favoured as the heir to the Kamo clan, but even he didn't own so much expensive jewelry.

He sputtered out “I appreciate it but I can’t take something so expensive and precious-”

“Noritoshiiii,” you whined out loud, making him stop talking. “You don’t want to accept such a precious gift that I picked out for you?” you whined with the largest puppy eyes.

“No, I- I am grateful. Thank you, I’ll accept it.” Noritoshi conceded.

Got him. You grinned madly as he shook his head. “You’re a dangerous one,” he muttered under his breath. “What was that?” you asked him absentmindedly as you worked on unclasping the bracelet to put it around his wrist. “Nothing, nothing at all dearest.”

You narrowed your eyes at him before grabbing his wrist and putting it on for him. It was a perfect fit. You thanked yourself for loving to hold his hand so much that you knew his general hand measurements.

His hands down to his wrists were so pretty. You didn't realize that you were playing with and smiling down at his fingers until he opened up his hand and linked his fingers with yours.

Slowly, carefully. Falling in love with you was the easiest thing Noritoshi had experienced. Now that he had embraced his emotions and tried to open up to you, it was a bit better now.

'Is this what love is? I don't know since it's my first time experiencing it.' Noritoshi wondered to himself.

It was in the smallest of things with you. He loved the way you would call out his name with loving eyes. The way you would always greet him first before the other senpai. The way you give him coffee and kisses on late and cold nights of studying.

The way your hair smells. Your perfume. The way your eyelids flutter shut when he kisses you. The tightening of his chest and shortness of his breath made apparent whenever he was with you.

The way you don't ask for too much from him. Just that he shows his love to you either by his actions or words. The comfort he simply feels when he is beside you.

He really just needed some time, and seeing you around more often really made up for it.

He ticked the inside of your palm which made you shiver and yelp. He laughed out loud at this and pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly.

Staying quiet, you buried your head in his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, and it was faster than you expected. But soon it went back down to a steady rate.

"Your heartbeat is so steady, but mine is always wild around you. Noritoshi I feel kinda embarrassed to be honest." You admitted, fingers curling into his kimono.

He smiled and his heartbeat quickened to match yours. You looked up at him in confusion. "Did you just…" He just leaned down to rub his nose against yours. "I am a blood manipulator. I can manipulate my pulse rate darling." You huffed out a laugh, feeling warm and fuzzy.

"I love you." You said suddenly. He stared in shock at your words. You realized that you said it without intending to. But you didn’t take it back.

"Kamo Noritoshi I'm madly in love with you." It wasn't a sudden realisation of being in love. You slowly fell for him again and again each day.

Noritoshi’s brain short circuited.

Suddenly he was kissing you. Tongue slipping into your mouth and playing with yours and rubbing along the roof of your mouth.

You tried to fight his tongue for dominance, but you ended up surrendering, your back bent back with your face turned up towards him.

You clasped your hands around his neck as he pressed deep kisses against the top of your chest. Your face was flushed as you fell limp against him, gasping out heavy breaths. "I'm not going anywhere angel." Noritoshi whispered against your neck, hands tightening possessively against your waist.

‘Please wait a little longer for me. Until I can confirm that these feelings for you are indeed true love.’ His thoughts went unsaid.

The one thing Noritoshi promised to himself is that he would never lie about his feelings for you. To him, the worst he could do was to confess his love without actually being in love with you.

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