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bp-zb1fics · 11 months

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hello !! i just binge watched the bridgerton and i was wondering if you could write something with lee jeonghyeon ! like the reader (it would be a girl but you can change it as nonbinary if you prefer) is secretly dating jeonghyeon, they have a dance/bal and someone is flirting with the reader, you can add whatever you want for the following part like smut or fluff or wtv haha !! btw could the reader be really kind and a bit blunt

Fill your heart with me

pairing: leejeong x fem reader ft. twin brother ricky

genre: regency/bridgerton era au, fluff, suggestive themes

tw/tags: regency etiquette, gossiping aunties, ricky is lowkey unbothered i guess, except when you call his full christian name, gyuvin is a gorgeous mess as usual, dancing, unwanted attention from some unnamed man, leejeong ex machina, banter, many "improper" kisses, leejeong simp lives on

wc: 1825

summary: your favoured suitor and soon-to-be fiance comes to the ball unexpectedly.

a/n ty anon for this! this is really so late but I really do love this req and i wanted to do it justice so I hope you enjoy~ also! there's a lot of like etiquette at play so this is the source i based it off if anyone's interested! also also xiǎo mèi means little sister (reader is the younger twin lol)

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“Miss Shen is indeed one of the jewels of the season”

“Certainly, she is of fair face and has many virtues.”

“I’ve been told that she is quite skilled in the art of languages, she plays the pianoforte quite well and her deportment is incomparable.”

“And the Shen family is quite wealthy, any gentleman would consider himself lucky to have her as his bride.”

You pointedly ignore the aunties whispering among themselves as you make your way across the floor. Your mother has taken ill this evening, leaving your brother to escort you around. It wasn’t too bad. If an overeager suitor was not to your liking, all Ricky had to do was stand tall and look down his nose at them. Unfortunately, that also went for the suitors that weren’t too bad as well.

“I didn’t like him, Xiǎo Mèi” He says to you as you both watch the poor man make his way back into the crowd, proverbial tail between his legs.

“Richard,” You hiss, drawing yourself to your full height which doesn’t really do anything since your brother is disgustingly vertically gifted. “You need to stop calling me that.”

“I’ll stop calling you that when you stop calling me Richard.”

“It’s what’s proper.”

“And I care because?”

“Ugh, you are infuriating.”

“And you have feathers in your hair.”

If you weren’t wearing one of your best gowns, low cut, splendidly embroidered white satin, trimmed with hideously expensive silver thread, you would have lunged at him already. Instead you settle for squeezing the arm you’re holding a little too hard, glad that your gloves would conceal how your knuckles strain. To your chagrin, you get nothing more than a slight wince.

Fortunately, someone else decides to barrel into him and if your brother was any less steady, he would have been knocked clean off his feet. Meanwhile, you’re fighting the urge to laugh hysterically. Kim Gyuvin may have half the ladies in the room falling over themselves for him but he possessed the grace of a newborn foal and the personality of a rambunctious puppy.

“Ricky-ah!” He greets your brother effusively before turning to you and playfully dipping his head into a pseudo-bow. “Miss Shen.”

“Mr. Kim.” You reply with your own little curtsey.

There’s nothing more enjoyable than the look on your brother’s face right now. All the eligible ladies on your side of the room are giggling and whispering among themselves, definitely charmed by two of the season’s most eligible bachelors. You would be too, except one of them’s your brother and the other one is just as good as that in everything but name. None of them know about the time Kim Gyuvin threw a fit after your brother called his beloved lapdog something he probably shouldn’t have. You do. It sort of ruined any semblance of his image for you.

“As much as I know your brother makes delightful company,” Gyuvin begins.

You stifle a giggle beneath your gloved hand. If the whole of polite society wasn’t watching, Ricky would’ve definitely punched him by now. You resist the urge to make an unladylike snort as Gyuvin extends his unnervingly large hand towards you.

“May I have this dance, Miss Shen?”

“You may.”

You let Gyuvin lead you across the floor. For all of his awkward deportment, you know he has proven time and time again that he is an excellent dancer.

“Is there any lucky gentleman that you have your eye on tonight, Miss Shen?” He asks as you make smooth circles around the room.

“Not particularly, Mr. Kim.” You spin once, the light fabric of your skirt almost floating. “And you? Is there any lucky lady that has caught your attention?”

If Gyuvin had not been a childhood playmate and old friend, then perhaps you would not be so improper. But alas, you’ve known each other from the moment you could toddle. He graces you with a secretive smile.

“Perhaps, we shall see.”

The dance comes to an end a moment later and you give each other a courtesy bow. Gyuvin means to escort you back to your brother but some nosey mother pulls him away, likely to try and introduce her daughter to him. Thus, you are left alone, searching for your brother’s blond head. Unfortunately for you, it seems that your lonesome state has caught the attention of some gentlemen on the hunt.

“Miss Shen, what a pleasure.” A particularly bold one comes up to you. You greet him in kind, although you are well aware that his eyes have fixated themselves on your chest, ogling the low cut of your dress. Still, you must make conversation although you curse the rules of propriety in your head.

“My mother has taken ill this evening unfortunately.” You say trying your best to angle yourself away from his uncomfortable stare and excuse yourself. “So it is my brother who is escorting me this evening. I need to get back to him actually.”

“Oh well he seems to have stepped out, might I keep you company in his stead?”

You’re about to outrightly tell him to leave you be when a familiar voice speaks up first.

“My apologies but I will be accompanying Miss Shen in the meantime.”

Both you and the man turn. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face when you see your soon-to-be betrothed.

“Mr. Lee, I didn’t know you were joining us tonight.”

“I’m glad that Miss Shen is delighted to see me.” You move forward and take the arm he offers as he turns to the other man who has quite a sour look on his face. “Excuse me, good sir.”

Both of you watch as he leaves with a huff. The ladies and their mamas whisper but you pay them no mind. Soon they would all know anyway.

Lee Jeonghyeon has been courting you since the season started. He was 2 years your senior, good friends with Ricky and from a family that your parents approved of. Everything had been very private up until now as both your families finally began to talk about a public engagement and an even more public wedding. It was to be expected with both of you coming from aristocracy.

“May you do me a favour of having your next dance, Miss Shen?” He asks you as the quartet hints at the beginning of a waltz.

“You always have my favour, Mr. Lee.”

You’re already facing him, one of his large hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him, perhaps a bit closer than the dance called for but with enough space between you to keep it appropriate for the many discerning eyes on you. His other hand holds yours, almost hiding it completely in his grasp. And he looks nowhere but at your face and you would almost feel shy as if his eyes hadn’t traced over your features so many times before. Still, you can’t help but blush at how brazen he is in such a public space.

“In the upcoming events this season,” he murmurs quietly, almost intimate in such a crowded room. “I hope that you could give me the privilege of having your first dance.”

He can have all of them, you would have told him plainly but you need not scandalise the ladies even more. So instead, you say.

“Then that privilege is yours.” The way he looks at you definitely holds almost too much passion for others to look upon.

Later, when you’ve found your brother and Gyuvin again, sharing a drink by the refreshments table, he asks another favour that makes you go completely and unattractively red.

“I heard that the garden is lovely at night, would Miss Shen like to accompany me for a walk outside?”

It’s a bold request. And you’re glad he spoke quietly enough that only your brother and Gyuvin are within earshot. Nevermind that the latter very nearly chokes on his drink. It’s surprising that he’s this shocked considering both of them had the misfortune of walking in on you in the back parlour doing things that were at the height of impropriety (you were just kissing…rather passionately).

Still, you’re suddenly glad your mother is not here but perhaps that is exactly the reason why Jeonghyeon asked. Ricky exchanges glances with you before he speaks.

“If my sister desires it.”

You weigh out the consequences before producing a beatific smile.

“It’s a little stuffy in here, perhaps some air would do us all some good.”

So as the crowd falls into another dance, you slip out, your brother and Gyuvin trailing behind you as a semblance of a chaperone. The garden is indeed beautiful at night. Even better, the foliage is grown enough for both of you to slip behind it, creating a little corner of your own. Meanwhile, your supposed chaperones linger a respectable distance, conversing quietly and letting you have your privacy. Finally, Jeonghyeon’s hands slide to your waist, holding you as closer than earlier. You allow yourself a little impropriety, pouting at him, just a bit.

“You should have informed that you would be attending, Mr. Lee.”

“If it pleases my Lady, I shall give her prior notice on the next occasion.”

Boldly, you stand on your toes and give him the lightest peck, your lips barely brushing his. This time, he flushes, ducking his head like a bashful schoolboy.

“It would please me very much.” You beam up at him. He leans down and catches you in a longer kiss, leaving you breathless as you shove at him gently. “We shouldn’t be so hasty here with so many around.”

“Very well,” he says, looking at you so intimately as if you were the only star in the vast dark sky. “Grant me one last favour this evening then, Miss Shen.”

“And what is it that you desire, Mr. Lee?” His face is still so close to yours that you feel faint.

“My name,” he whispers. “If you could call me by my name this evening, just once, I would be most happy.”

You can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat. It feels almost illicit to utter something that you’ve only ever addressed him in writing, have murmured in the most quiet of moments. Here, in the garden, where your willingly oblivious chaperones chat among themselves, with the crowd but a doorway apart, with the stars hanging above you to witness. Still you grant him his favour.

“Jeonghyeon.”

It is but an almost silent breath. Yet the way his eyes slowly shut, as if relishing in the moment, makes it feel like so much more. And oh, your heart flutters as he looks at you again, breathes your name into the air between you because it is for you and you alone.

His hands grasp yours gently and everything fades into the background. It’s only him.

“My darling.”

And you let him kiss you again.

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inverted-typo · 9 months

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I would love to hear the rest of your rambles on damirae I love hearing people different views regarding them and what they do in their daily life or thing in general relating to them

And I would love to share! Thanks for being interested in my thoughts haha. Side note, if you want some awesome takes visit @redstreetsahead and @djbunnie they have some really fun ideas! Below are just a garbled bullet list of hcs and whatnot. No particular order or theme

When it’s just Raven and him, Damian is astonishingly more patient and less hot-headed. Raven was surprised to find this out at first but fell even deeper in love with him because of this exclusive and hidden gentle side. It wasn’t always like that but when he started actually feeling vulnerable and comfortable around her it was like a dam had been broken. Raven knows if she ever told anyone what he was like behind closed doors no one would believe her

There are definitely instances where the two have to be apart for x amounts of time, and I think Damian experiences a greater sense of longing of missing her. Not that Raven doesn’t miss him terribly, but because she has such masterful control over her emotions it’s easier for her to manage. Damian of course is extremely focused on the mission at hand, and doesn’t allow his emotions to distract him by any means; but if he gets a moment to pause he will happily think about her

On that note I would love to see a moment where Damian is on mission with Dick, and while they’re in transit or have a second to breathe, Dick asks about Raven. Dick strategically brings up this topic because Damian can’t just run away from it lol. At this point, Dick has inklings that Damian has developed some very real feelings for her, and wants to assure him he has his support. Of course Damian vehemently expresses it’s none of Grayscum’s (my hc for what Damian calls him lol) business, but deep down really appreciates it because he isn’t sure if he could go to his father for those types of things

Damian is the first person to ask if he can practice meditating with her. He had been feeling particularly frustrated at this time and became open minded to other options because punching a wall until his knuckles bled wasn’t really working. At first Raven was unsure because she didn’t know if she could handle a second person while she meditated, but after realizing his presence, despite his tumultuous emotional state, was quite comforting. Having (good) companionship she found was extremely helpful and it became something she enjoyed immensely. From that point forward he was always welcome to meditate with her. It took a bit of courage but finally Raven actually invites him to meditate together

Imagine after them publicly dating for a bit, their sparring sessions become a bit more flirtatious. They’ve grown comfortable with people knowing about them so their private mannerisms sometimes slip out. Garfield notes one day, “Jeeze you guys are becoming a Dick and Kori 2.0.” Neither of them will ever fully recover from that kind of embarrassment.

Damian learns Raven doesn’t know how to drive. Absolutely stunned and appalled by this fact, Raven is forced (very panicked by the way) behind the wheel by the end of the day. “Damian PLEASE don’t make me do this?!” “You HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO DRIVE RAVEN.” “NO I DON’T I CAN FLY AND TELEPORT OH MY GOD.” “Okay, so this is a manual.”

The pride Damian has when he introduces Raven to the Bat Fam is palpable. He is especially excited when Raven and Alfred end up having long talks in the kitchen over a cup of tea about poetry and other niche literature that even Bruce doesn’t know about.

Raven asks one day if she can draw with Damian, and that was one of the best moments in that little angry boy’s life. He happily gets her supplies and she is very out of her comfort zone. But she wanted to share yet another thing with him. So she tries her best. She tries not to think about Mr. Picasso over there too much and manages to produce a very rough and haphazard sketch. Damian insists on framing it. Raven refuses.

Raven sucks so bad at cooking. Anything more than a sandwich or boxed Mac and cheese is simply too much to ask for. Girl knows her limits and respects them. Damian on the other hand can cook, but I think they both actively avoid it. His knife skills are stellar though.

Not sure how good of a carpenter Damian would be, but maybe at one point he tries to build her a bookshelf. If it doesn’t turn out good he can always just buy an antique for her.

While Damian is the gift giver, Raven’s love language is quality time. She makes sure to do things they both enjoy, whether that’s reading together, listening to music, going on a motorcycle ride, or just taking a nap together. If she notices Damian feeling the need to blow steam or just get away from the tower, she offers to teleport them to Gotham to go on patrol for the night. Damian cannot express how much that truly means to him.

#damirae #damirae rambles #long post

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oneirataxia-girl · 2 months

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❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ for Mari pls!! (could even make it Midlaw, if you're feeling it, but anyone will do!)

ngl when I saw this I had the vision of the most devastating Mari moment during the timeskip - ‘twas a struggle to not write it out bc it’s a Character Development for her and therefore spoilers (and also bc I haven’t fleshed it out completely oop-). but here’s another place (not Midlaw tho 😔) I think this prompt would work

set sometime after Arlong Park, live-action friendly so psst opla girlies @auxiliarydetective, @starcrossedjedis, @xoteajays, @daughter-of-melpomene, I humbly present this offering to you (can you tell I'm sleep deprived asdjasldakj

A groan escaped Kenji as he sat down. Even after months of training, he was still nowhere near beating Zoro. The guy could at least pretend to struggle when Kenji tried to hit him, but no, he just had to yawn lazily and slam his knee into Kenji’s stomach. Now, he wasn’t one for holding grudges, but Sanji was right to have one against the swordsman, Kenji should help him hide all the booze on the ship. And some of the meat, since Luffy just kept laughing while his poor body got pummeled by Zoro, some captain he was.

“You alright?”

“Gah!” His hand felt for the handle of his revolver, drawing it out to face – “Mari?”

She answered with a thump of something landing in his lap. Something lumpy and smelling vaguely of the herbs the Marines used to ease their muscles after training.

Kenji waited for his crewmate to elaborate on the package. Mari was silent. But it’s possible she just left after tossing the stuff at him, she’s quieter than Nami and even less chatty than their navigator when she’s trying to read a new map. Plus, Luffy didn’t even have the decency to get someone else to keep watch in place of him, so Mari probably just came to grab something or another and brought that along for him.

Come to think of it, she does do stuff for him a lot – not that she doesn’t do stuff for the other members of the crew, but Mari definitely looks out for him more. If it were Usopp wincing from injuries, Mari wouldn’t bring a weird-smelling pack of whatever’s-in-this to help him; plus, she helps him get out of chores all the time. This could only mean one thing.

“Do you want help?”

Oh, She’s still here.

“With this?” Kenji asked. Then remembered that she couldn’t see what he was referring to and added, “The stuff you gave me.”

“Yes.”

Yeah, Mari would never offer to help Usopp apply medicine. Nor would she for anyone else, probably. Maybe Nami if she asked for help, but they seemed to be awkward around each other, so perhaps not.

So, who was he to turn down an offer possibly only he could get?

His crewmate was efficient in her day-to-day work; several weeks of being on the same boat taught Kenji that, but Mari was also pretty good at dealing with wounds. Apparently, Zoro’s injuries from Mihawk didn’t tear up halfway to Arlong Park because of her interventions, and after the fight there, she dealt with all the scrapes the crew acquired from kicking fishman butt and the ones the people of Coco Village, too. Kenji didn’t get to witness her abilities after that fight – thankfully – but feeling her hands applying a salve to his bruised knuckles, he had to admit, Mari was pretty good at avoiding more hurt when she pressed down to rub the ointment into his skin.

Which was good enough for him, he didn’t want to know if she could be gentle when she was cleaning cuts or snapping joints back in their places. He’d prefer it if bruises and burns and sprains were the only reason he had to ask Mari for medical assistance, thank you very much.

His non-bruised hand closed around a small bottle of something, “Apply a thin layer to anywhere you’ve been bruised, wraps are for the nasty ones.” Mari’s voice elaborated at his sound of confusion.

“What’s a nasty one?” Kenji chose to focus on that part instead of Mari leaving him to fend for himself, he could lament that later.

“Depends on you.”

That was not an answer, and Kenji told her so. Mari didn’t reply, so he counted that as a win for him.

“The ones swollen,” she said just as Kenji thought she left, “don’t wrap it too tight.”

“So the one on my stomach.”

Mari was silent, then said, “Sure.”

No help, absolutely none. Kenji was starting to doubt her proficiency in medicine.

“Is that everything?” He asked after a minute of silence.

Mari’s voice was a tad further away this time, “Any other injuries?”

“Yeah,” He began, wondering for a moment if it was smart to – “Can I ask you something, though?”

A beat.

“Sure.” That word was clearer, her face lit by a lantern as she stood with her arms crossed.

He didn’t get a lamp, or a candle, or anything when he settled down to keep watch.

“Where did you get that?” He couldn’t help himself as he pointed to the light in her hand.

She gestured at a wooden beam behind her. Kenji wasn’t sure if that meant the thing was there and she simply grabbed and lit it or something else. Come to think of it, when did she get it?

“Is that it?”

“Is what it?” Kenji repeated without thinking, then shook his head, “Nah, I’ve got another one.”

Mari’s head dipped slightly.

Bidding a goodbye to his preferential treatment, Kenji continued, “Why are you nicer to me?”

Mari’s head tilted to the side.

“Not that I don’t like it or anything, it’s just –” How could he say this without sounding like he was full of himself? “You’re definitely nicer to me than to Usopp or Nami or Luffy, is it because you like me or something?”

A line formed between her eyebrows, and Kenji was no master at reading faces, but was that… disgust on her face?

“No,” She shook her head, “Absolutely not.”

“I meant like in a friendly way…?” Kenji added, but it just sounded like a bad attempt at covering up, even to his ears.

At that, Mari’s face stopped looking like she was about to vomit at the thought of her liking him – seriously? He wasn’t that bad of a catch – and grew back into her normal expression. Which meant he had no idea what was going on in her mind, as usual.

“Maybe,” Came Mari’s answer after a while, during which Kenji contemplated whether he could hurl himself into the sea from his seat to avoid interacting with her ever again, “I don’t like most people, though.”

“But I’m the exception?” Kenji prodded further, then regretted it when she fixed him with the stare, the one that felt like she was looking through his mind.

Mari didn’t give him an answer for the next few minutes, just stared into his soul. Probably because she enjoys making people regret their decisions, who needs that long to decide if they liked somebody or not?

“Yeah,” She agreed, “But you’re the exception.”

Huh.

Well, that proved it, Kenji was Mari’s favorite. He couldn’t wait to lord that over Sanji the next time the cook started to wax poetic over the two girls in their crew.

His new favorite crewmember strode forward, “I’ll do the rest of your watch,” Mari told him, lifting him to his feet with a flick of her wrist, “Go get some rest.”

And since he was only human, he obeyed easily and started to go towards his warm bed.

“Himura?”

Kenji turned around at the mention of his surname.

“Don’t tell Blondie.”

So he still could brag about that to Usopp, got it.

“Or Usopp, or Nami.”

Ugh, at least he could tell Luffy –

“And especially not Luffy.”

“But I can tell Zoro?” Kenji couldn’t help but ask.

Mari finished lighting another lantern, “Peabrain only cares about being the captain’s favorite.”

Kenji shrugged. It did sound like Zoro, after all.

give me a prompt + oc and I'll write a drabble!

#fic: aim for the sun #oc: marionette mari #oc: himura kenji #alvita's writing #alvita's answers #hadley my beloved #i was stuck on this for the longest time #then i opened it again today and the words just went zoom #its also two am and i have school tomorrow so yeah #don't be like me folks #also not edited so i'll reblog this later with revisions

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another-dr-another · 6 months

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can we go spend time with tsu 🥺

Maeda, narrating - Yeah, let's see if Tsurugi's free to hang out...

Maeda - He always seems happy whenever anyone shows up- I’m sure he’ll spend time with me, so long as he isn’t busy.

~*~

Maeda - Tsurugi, hey!

Tsurugi - !

Tsurugi - Hiya, Maeda!

~*~

Ask Tsurugi to Hang Out?

[Yes] {No}

~*~

Maeda - Are you busy right now? If you have a moment, I want to spend some time with you.

Tsurugi - Oh! I was about to head out for an adventure- you can definitely come with me!

~*~

Would You Like to Give Tsurugi a Gift?

[Yes - Newspaper Binder] {No}

Maeda - Here, I thought you might like this.

Tsurugi - Oh?

Tsurugi - We just got a letter,

//Tsurugi takes the binder and starts to look through it.

Tsurugi - We just got a le-...

//He trails off, and starts flicking through the pages of the binder.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - ……….

Maeda - …?

Tsurugi - …Uhm!

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - This is…

Tsurugi - …Uh!

Tsurugi - Haha…

Tsurugi - I, uh… don’t really… know what to, uh…

Maeda - ?

Tsurugi - …I’m sorry, uh…

Tsurugi - Is this- are you… messing around?

Maeda - …No?

Tsurugi - …

//Tsurugis face twists.

Tsurugi - …I- I don’t…

//Tsurugi looks at the binder- glances at Maeda, but can’t look at him for long- and around the hallway, unsure of what to do.

Tsurugi - I don’t want-

Tsurugi - …Would you hold this for a second? I need- a moment…

//Tsurugi pushes the binder at Maeda, and starts walking away- he finds the nearest corner he can duck around, and disappears from Maeda’s sight.

Maeda - …?

Maeda - If he’s upset, he’s handling it oddly…-

Maeda - I mean, yeah, he obviously isn’t happy, but I didn’t expect him to just walk away…

//Maeda waits for a moment- eventually, Tsurugi comes back. He’s an odd mix of pale, as though nauseous, and flushed, as though angry. Above all else though, he doesn’t look as though he’s feeling well, and… he doesn’t seem pleased with Maeda.

Tsurugi - Maeda?

Maeda - …Yes?

Tsurugi - …

//Suddenly, Tsurugi draws his lips tight. He looks at Maeda for a moment, before he starts to speak, popping his knuckles as he begins.

Tsurugi, shakily - Sorry, I thought I had composed myself.

Tsurugi - I completely forgot what I was going to say, uh…

Tsurugi - …

//He sounds as though he could cry.

Tsurugi - …I was gonna make a joke…

Tsurugi - But this is serious to me, okay?

Tsurugi - I don’t like having things like that. I like that you wanted to give me something, but I don’t like things that talk about my talent.

Tsurugi - I’m happy to tell you about the work I’ve done!

Tsurugi - But, if you keep giving me things about law enforcement, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.

Tsurugi - I get that you didn’t know, and I’m not upset with you- I’d be really surprised if you were trying to get me to not feel well.

Tsurugi - So, you know now, okay?

Maeda - Yeah, okay… I’m sorry Tsurugi.

Maeda - I just thought it might be interesting to you to read about someone’s cases, but I get it if you don’t want to look at that sort of thing.

Maeda - …We’re okay?

Tsurugi - Yeah, of course!

Tsurugi - It’s okay, Maeda…

Tsurugi - …Would you just… keep that? I don’t want to deal with it anymore…

Maeda - Yeah, no worries…

//Tsurugi is still looking at the binder. He messes with one of his fingers a bit, before drawing his arms in, and bringing his hands near his sternum.

Maeda - ?

Tsurugi - …Sorry, I’m just…

//…Tsurugi’s face has started to burn once again.

Tsurugi - I don’t like that.

Maeda - …Would you like a hug?

Tsurugi - …

//Maeda notices that Tsurugi’s eyes seem to be glossy, and realizes tears have begun to pool in them.

Tsurugi - That is very nice of you to offer, and I’m very sorry that I’m still not doing well.

Tsurugi - Maybe a hug later? …Don’t- don’t do that right now, though.

Tsurugi - I’m going to head to my dorm room- do you want to hang out in there?

Maeda - …Yeah, that sounds good.

Tsurugi hates this gift.

[Hated Gifts Given - 1/14]

~*~

Tsurugi - Maeda!

Maeda - Tsurugi! What's up?

Tsurugi - I fouuund... a thing. And it made me think of you!

Tsurugi - Uh, gimme a sec... I know where I put it, I swear, I'm just not seeing it...

Tsurugi - Oh!

//Tsurugi procures... a little stuffed toy- he gently tosses it to Maeda.

Maeda - !

Maeda - It's heavier than I expected...

//He pinches at one of its legs- it seems to be filled with something.

Maeda - Huh...

Maeda - Oh, it's a cat...

Maeda - Thanks, Tsurugi- it was nice of you to think of me.

Tsurugi - ! Do you like it? It's okay if you don't, I just want to know... it's a performance evaluation of my gift-giving skills!

Maeda - No, it's nice! I don't really use stuffed animals, but I definitely like this.

Tsurugi - Ahhh... I'm happy, then!

Tsurugi - Hm-hm...

//The two sit in silence for a moment.

Tsurugi - ...Maeeeda?

Maeda - ?

Tsurugi - I was poking around in the store the other day, cuz I wanted to find something to read? And there was a lot of books, honestly, but I wasn't really interested in any-

Tsurugi - Well, I wound up grabbing some, they're over, uh...

//He gestures vaguely towards one part of his room.

Tsurugi - They should be over there, if you're interested- but anyways!

Tsurugi - So, I found some books that looked interesting, but I couldn't really see them, because they were like... flush with the back wall of the shelf, and there was stuff in front of them?

Tsurugi - And I went to start clearing off the shelf, but as I was moving the stuff, I realized that one of the things was a little record player!

Maeda - A record player?!

Tsurugi - Yeah! And I've been going a bit crazy without anything to listen to, so this was *really* exciting!

Tsurugi - So I grabbed that, and I kept looking in that area, and I wound up finding some records...

Tsurugi - -Which, like... this is all just a really roundabout way of saying that I'm going to put some music on, okay?

Maeda - Oh! Yeah, sounds great.

Tsurugi - Cool, cool...

//Tsurugi begins to busy himself with setting up the record player.

Maeda - I should go to the store more often... my room's really barren.

Tsurugi - I remember...

Tsurugi - I thought all of the dorms were going to be like that- when I went into my dorm, while you were still out, it was really surprising.

Tsurugi - ...Honestly, it was a bit freaky. I felt like I was in the wrong place, like I'd walked into someone else's room, until I noticed my stuff...

Tsurugi - Which, it makes sense your dorm's so sparse, then, seeing as you didn't really bring any of your things...

Tsurugi - But still! You should totally decorate.

Maeda - Hm...

Maeda - I don't really know what I'd decorate with- or where to start with the store...

Tsurugi - We'll look together, then!

//Music begins to play from the record player- it sounds... familiar, maybe? But Maeda doesn't recognize it. After a few seconds, the lyrics begin, and he quickly realizes why it's not more recognizable.

Maeda - ...Is this English?

Tsurugi - Mhm!

Tsurugi - ...Sorry for not giving you choice in what I put on-

//Maeda turns, and begins to survey the records now scattered on Tsurugi's floor.

Tsurugi - -You'll just have to stay forevers, and pick the next one…

Maeda - Nah, it's okay. I don't think I recognize any of these albums, anyways.

Tsurugi - Ahh-

Tsurugi - Do you recognize this? What I have on right now?

Maeda - Not... really, no.

Tsurugi - Huh... this group's really popular- the only album of theirs that was here was this one- it's their best-seller...

Maeda - What's the name?

Tsurugi - Album, or group?

Tsurugi - ! Well, doesn't matter. It's "Rumors", by Fleetwood Mac.

Maeda - Oh! The band sounds familiar, at least.

Tsurugi - Yeah? 'S cool...

Maeda - ...

Tsurugi - ...

//It's quiet once again- even the record is silent for a moment, as the next track begins.

Tsurugi - ...This is one of their most popular songs- not the biggest, but still. Listen for a sec.

//Maeda listens, watching the record spin around as the lyrics go by. Tsurugi is still on the floor, and seems equally fixated on the song, simply listening as it plays.

Maeda - ...

Maeda - I can't make out a single word...

Tsurugi - ...Do you recognize any of the words?

Maeda - I can't really pick anything out, no...

Maeda - I like the sound, though- it's a good song, based off that alone.

Tsurugi - Mmm... I think it's good to be able to enjoy songs, even if you don't understand them...

//They go back to listening.

Maeda - ...

Maeda - You're fluent in English, right, Tsurugi?

Tsurugi - Yeah!

Tsurugi - Do you want me to translate for you?

Maeda - Maybe a different time- I don't need to know the lyrics right now.

Tsurugi - ...Honestly, I'm kinda grateful- it's not especially full of double meanings, but still, I don't really know how I'd go about translating it to Japanese.

Tsurugi - I'll think about it, though...

Maeda - ...

Maeda - Why do you know so many languages?

Tsurugi - ...

//After a moment, Tsurugi raises his hand, then gestures for Maeda to wait for a moment. Evidently, he’s unwilling to so much as turn his head towards Maeda, let alone verbally say anything to him. Nonetheless, Maeda waits. Less than a minute after, the song comes to an end.

Tsurugi - Sorry, just wanted to let it finish-

//He finally sits up, and stretches.

Tsurugi - Uhhhm...

Tsurugi - Japanese and Korean are both "first" languages for me, they were both spoken to me when I was a baby,

Tsurugi - Then, English, and Korean sign, are both languages that I apparently wasn't introduced to initially, but I don't remember a time without them.

Maeda - Huh…

Maeda - So then, are your parents all fluent in those languages as well?

Maeda - I mean, they have to be, right? Is it even possible to become fluent in a language without having someone to learn it from?

Tsurugi - Eh? When did parents become part of this!

Tsurugi - I’m fluent in so many languages because I have a super high-tech, crazy advanced, absolutely elite database, right at my disposal!

Tsurugi - I got chips put inside this little slot in the back of my neck, and that’s how I know all those languages-

Tsurugi - I’m a total screenager! Twenty-first century digital boy!

Tsurugi - Inside of my veins is computer wiring, and no other CPU matches up to mine!

Tsurugi - …Just kidding~

Tsurugi - Starting when I was a newborn, I would be placed into a barrel and sent out to sea every night, and then I’d spend the day being exposed to that language.

Tsurugi - Except, because of currents, I just wound up being passed between Japan and Korea…

Maeda - That doesn’t explain the English, then?

Tsurugi - …

//Tsurugi has been sitting cross legged, and suddenly slumps over, placing his head down by his arms, which are stretched out in front of him. He begins to fidget with his fingers, watching his hands as he speaks.

Tsurugi - I learned how to speak English from watching TV… all kids have to be taught written language, it doesn’t come as inherently to humans as speaking,

Tsurugi - And I started to learn written Korean, and English at the same time… Japanese came a bit after, just because of all the different sets of characters.

Tsurugi - …

Maeda - …

Tsurugi - …

Maeda - …Well, I guess he’s done talking…

//Eventually, the A-side of the record runs out. Tsurugi flips it over, and they listen to the entirety of the B-side. They begin to chat again, speaking over the record, but still, once it’s done, Maeda insists Tsurugi put the record on a second time.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - That was nice…

Maeda - I’d like to know more languages- I only really know one, I don’t think I was ever really taught English the way most students are.

Maeda - Anyways, I wonder if it’s time for the sleepover yet?

{Head to Tsurugi’s Dorm}

#dra #danganronpa another #yuki maeda #tsurugi kinjo #chapter 3 #daily life #daily life 3 #free time events #tsurugis ftes

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paperstorm · 2 years

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WIP WEDNESDAY (even tho it's Tuesday)

Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland

This is from the tag for episode 1x8; Carlos sitting by TK's hospital bed and having all of his feelings.

“Hi, TK,” Carlos whispers.

He’s still so beautiful. It doesn’t seem fair. It should definitely be impossible. He’s in a hospital bed with a bandage on his chest and tubes in his nose, and he can’t wake up. He should look sallow; his cheeks should be hollowed and his skin should be dull and lifeless. But he’s perfect. Any lines of worry are smoothed from his face, his dark eyelashes are fanned out preciously over his skin, his mouth is relaxed. He doesn’t look wounded or sick or like he’s trapped in there somewhere fighting for his life. He looks peaceful. Just like he’s asleep.

This is only the second time Carlos has seen him asleep, and there are agonizing twinges in his gut as he remembers how lovely TK had looked with his head on Carlos’s pillow. How serene and how innocent. Carlos had watched him for a long time after TK dozed off, just lied there next to him, listening to him breathe, watching dreams play out in the scattered twitching of his eyelids. He was beautiful then, and he’s beautiful now, even though this time he isn’t bravely letting himself fall asleep in Carlos’s bed and trusting Carlos to keep him safe. This time he’s in a hospital and he might not wake up.

“I don’t know what to say,” Carlos tells him. He sniffs and wipes his dripping nose. “I just saw you yesterday. And you’re not gone, you’re right here in front of me, but I miss you. I miss you like it’s been months since I’ve heard you laugh.”

The slow, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor is equal parts an irritant in the otherwise quiet room and the most beautiful sound Carlos has ever heard, because it means TK is alive. It means his heart is still pumping.

“I like your laugh. I like the way your nose scrunches up. I like how cute you are when you’re annoyed. I like how you play tough but you’re really gentle underneath, even though you don’t want anyone to know that. I like how brave you are. I like how much cooler you are than me, but I can still get you flustered so easy. I like so many things about you, and I never told you most of them because I didn’t think you’d let me. But you can’t stop me right now, can you?”

Carlos’s hands flex on the tops of his thighs. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch TK. His skin is so tantalizing, Carlos always wants to have his hands on him, but this time TK can’t consent to it. He doesn’t even know Carlos is here. And it’s always been so important to him that TK be fully on board with anything and everything because he has suffered so much and Carlos refuses to be one more thing on the list of his hurts.

He only lasts a minute or two. He digs his short fingernails into the fleshy part of his palm and then he lifts his hand, letting it hover for a moment over TK’s forearm. Carlos holds his breath, because if he lowers it and TK is cold or clammy Carlos thinks the chances that he’ll be able to avoid bursting into tears are almost zero. But TK isn’t. Carlos slides light fingertips over his arm and he’s warm. Soft and familiar and so warm, so much life left inside him.

All the breath leaves his lungs in an exhausted rush of air. “You need to wake up,” he tells TK, leaning forward in his chair and curling his fingers in to press them against the vulnerable inside of TK’s elbow. With his other hand he reaches to TK’s face, drawing the backs of his knuckles slowly over TK’s cheek. It’s warm, too, and prickly with second-day stubble, and Carlos wants to kiss it so badly.

“You just need to,” he says again. “I know you like to argue and you hate to be what people expect. But tough shit, okay? You just have to come back. Nobody’s ready to live without you. They’re all here, all your friends, your dad. We’re all waiting for you and people have lives to live so you gotta stop keepin’ us waiting.”

TK’s eyelids flutter, just a little, just once, and then he stills again.

“I need more time, TK.” Carlos’s voice breaks. “I haven’t convinced you to let me love you, yet.”

He lets his hand move, sliding up the soft inside of TK’s arm and holding it, fingers slotted underneath the sleeve of his hospital gown. He scoots forward a bit more in his chair and teeters on the edge of it, leaned as far over as he can short of climbing into the bed with TK. He desperately wants to do that, but knows he can’t. Even if TK were awake – no, even once TK is awake – Carlos still probably shouldn’t do that. They have a difficult time keeping their hands off each other, and TK has a bullet wound in his chest.

He smooths his other hand over TK’s hair. It’s so soft, and it feels so nice between his fingers, and it had smelled so good in the morning. On the one morning TK let him have. Carlos doesn’t know what he’ll do if he never gets another.

Tagging some new writers pals and of course my wife <3 @storms-s @cinnaluminum @musette22

#tag meme #paper-storm writes #911 lone star #tarlos

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cloudsoffire · 1 year

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what happened to eggman?

“oh, he’s in new yoke.”

NO.

the chaos council is the only instance(s) of eggman we’ve seen in the show. you’d think he’d play the villain at every opportunity, but in the jungle, it’s a conflict between the cast. in the pirate world, it’s eggman, but it’s actually rusty rose representing the chaos council, not anyone native to that shatterspace.

the following characters have versions of themselves throughout the worlds displayed in the show: tails, amy, knuckles, rouge, and big.

the only other two characters that remain “unshattered” are sonic and shadow.

but what makes these characters different? why are they still themselves? well let’s have a look at the inciting incident, that being that shattering of the paradox prism. compared to everyone else, sonic, eggman, and shadow were the closest, proximity-wise. eggman was in his mech trying to pull it out of the ground, sonic was the one who broke it, and shadow used chaos control to warp in last second, which got him stuck between shatterspaces.

my initial thought when seeing the chaos council was: “oh, these must be eggmen from different worlds, all come together to form a council to rule over all of shatterspace.” but they seemed just as surprised as everyone else to learn interdimensional travel was even possible. they had no idea what their shard was. Of course, the natural conclusion to draw from this is that there not being any other eggmen in the other worlds his somehow important. but the leader’s also definitely not our eggman.

but again, proximity is what saved sonic and shadow, and eggman was very close when the paradox prism was broken.

maybe to start drawing conclusions, we should first think about what and who the chaos council is. their leader, mister doctor eggman, looks and acts a lot like the eggman we’re acquainted with. he’s even bald and just wears a toupé (he’s probably who canon eggman was hinting at during the takeover when he mentioned people “finding pics of him with hair” during the recent twitter takeover). but despite this, he can’t be the real eggman. even if it was an act, the real eggman wouldn’t play dumb about paradox prism. the council’s influence for sure would’ve reached the shatterspaces we’d seen. i mean, even without nine’s help, the guy’s presumably invented time travel. why couldn’t he crack this?

so what gives? everything seems to align for him to be in the same boat as sonic and shadow, but he isn’t.

although, it’s been established that time moves differently between shatterspaces. it could be that doctor done-it is the true eggman, and he just aged.

sure, everyone else is the same age, but there’s nothing that eggman was sent through time as well as space, where he worked for years to assemble the chaos council before taking over together. inventing a machine that could do that would certainly take ages. by the time things were set in motion, the cast was already around.

that said, i can’t imagine eggman sharing the spotlight, even with himself. then again, it seems he already does since all the members of the council are him.

but why would eggman do something so... like that? elaborate is his style, but a council just seems redundant in a world not only without sonic, but with all his friends. he’d be practically unopposed.

unless...

okay here me out, this won’t sound very thought out and that’s because i’m writing this as i think of things to help me think of things.

before the council, new yoke was just green hill. everything looked the same, and for all intents and purposes, was the same. in his mind, he was beaten. sonic won, and something happened to teleport him somewhere else. of course, he starts picking up that things aren’t as they should be relatively quickly. but he still doesn’t know that sonic isn’t around. not one to give up so easily, he starts searching for the paradox prism again. he only finds a single shard, and uses it to power a machine to bring in different versions of himself from various points in time to help him get home. despite the brain-power, nobody thinks to use the shard to make a portal, but they also wouldn’t know it could do that. eventually, they think to use it to help build their empire. by this point, eggman is more like done-it, and the currently in-his-prime eggman takes the seat as head eggman.

okay look, i don’t actually believe or even like that either, but it’s like 5:26am and i haven’t slept and there’s definitely something screwy going on. i’m gonna go take my morning meds and conk out.

#sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #long post #theory #rambling #fire.txt

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goth-ham-gazette · 2 years

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Working out some personal costume designs for the batfam that I don’t hate.

Transcription of my written notes in the read more

Tim Drake:

Red Robin is a dumb name. Redbird or Cardinal?

Main colors: black and red, yellow, orange accents, brown

BTAS era nightwing dominos

No dedicated tool belt, many pockets & sheaths stashed on body: along arms, thighs, ribs

Knee pads, shoulders, forearms & elbows, shin guards in boots. Key armor spots but overall built for speed. Relies on staff.

Guards on back [of hands] & first knuckles. Built to retain dexterity.

Leaner build relies on gadgets/staff for offensive. Still good for hand to hand, but physicality means that sometimes it’s not enough. Defense is not getting hit.

Top edge of mask follows eyebrow movement

[back view of cape, top third is black, bottom two thirds is gradient to red]

Dick Grayson:

Gold nod to discowing

Black, blue, gold, navy

Escrimia sticks still stored on back

BTAS domino low down over nose

Minimal shielding. Emphasis on mobility. Defense=redirection of opponent’s force

All bats get armor on knuckles, even Mr. Gymnast.

Blue on last two filanges

Grippy palms. Some non-Newtonian tech that increases grip with pressure and slips when released

Lots of pockets/compartments on forearms

Inside of costume has a lot of joint support: soft landing tech like Shell (Portal), firm areas in [backs of] knees so thin lines don’t dig in as bad, non-stretch of “harness” that [spans] palms-shoulders-torso/hips prevents Dick from tearing his shoulders every other night

Full grippy shoes [soles]

Cassandra Cain:

Black Bat

Black, pale yellow/grey

2 part mask: cowl & bot half. Can take cowl off and keep bot [on].

Nose bit sticks out more on cowl over bot mask

QUIT Fuckin emphasizing the female body. She is JUST as shadow blob as Bruce. Draws a lot of parallels to Bruce’s batman uniform

Cass is completely covered; no skin showing. More armor/padding than Dick & Tim, less than Jay and Bruce.

With chest padding there is NO BOOB emphasis. Very androgynous look. Gotham refers to Black Bat as they/it

Mask is NOT forgiving with facial expression, but anyone who knows Cass can read her body language

Farthest wing tip [of chest bat logo] trails down shoulder

Doesn’t have much color on suit. Only definition seen is light glancing off edges & the bat insignia

Got the arm spikes

Batarangs are probably blunted rather than throwing knives at people.

#tim drake #dick grayson #cassandra cain #Red Robin #nightwing #black bat #Ham art #dickie gray

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violadoctor9 · 2 years

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Star of the Galactic Heroes: Die Spontante These - Impact Episode 34

So following several episodes of LOGH's most white-knuckle ideological arguments over the course regarding a government query, we have to pull back again for the obviously substantially more mundane proceedings of two giant space stations capturing huge lasers at each other. By far the most skippable of for filler injections, surely. For Attack On Titan gogoanime though, as the follow-up to the particular inquiry story arc (and the inciting reason for creating that to transpire, from Fezzan's point of view, anyway) this initiating bout of Iserlohn Castle vs Geiersburg will not directly feature Reinhard and doesn't always have Yang at the scene yet. It means that the majority of the more wise political movements happen to be irrelevant to these types of two sides simply trying to strike each other way up, and, for once, most of individuals sociological analyses can be checked at the particular door. ? Is what I would become saying, except there exists one element to the plot I sense needs to be touched in. I referenced the particular Great Man Concept of history within my review of final week's episode, particularly arguing that LOGH's usage of Yang throughout that storyline countered the suggestion of which the series as a whole was devoted to illustrating that theory. I tend to stick by of which for the operation overall, but this specific particular arc will run into the issue of driving up typically the stock in Yang's position to levels which may seem also singularly mythic. The remainder from the Connections command on Iserlohn scarcely give them selves any chance to appear up with a counter to Geiersburg on their own, seemingly resolving on their own to barely becoming able to endure until 'Miracle Yang' shows up, absolutely equipped with some structure to bust these people out of this jam. It's one case wherever LOGH actually falls into plainly-visible plan mandation, with Yang's inquiry shuffling him or her offscreen for this so the time frame on his return can drive up the drama. Certain, plenty of other experienced commanders, like Merkatz, are current and may demonstrate command and strategic skills, then again we didn't possess the tension involving waiting to discover if Yang was going to make it back again in time in order to save Julian, Caselnes, and everything his other friends. It winds up flopping right straight into the lap regarding that Great Male exercise in just how it makes everyone else on Iserlohn come off while ineffectual at everything other than stalling for time. Plus even then, their particular main strategy intended for doing so revolves all-around making their Real enemies think Yang is still presently there commanding them, given that apparently the Bijou commanders here would certainly be helpless throughout the face of the direct harm Kempff plus the Geiersburg gang would release if they realized they weren't staying opposed by anyone special. The idea that drawing Dalam away from the particular corridor would merely position the Alliance with a disadvantage throughout this confrontation was obviously a sound one, nevertheless having the presence of your single tired dad be typically the sole win-or-lose issue definitely will do a whole lot to break LOGH's immersion with it is usual grounded, historically-precedented stylings. But good enough griping about some sort of setup we observed coming for days (or even longer, if you're up on the previous types of this story). Intended for all my snarking at the starting there, you oughta feel that an visible movie of some sort of production would make typically the most of typically the spectacle that is usually a clash between two moon-sized space stations. But many particular choices in this case increase that distance that Die Neue These kinds of seems to challenge through at occasions. The blast-trading of both battlestations' major beams appears to move for quantity as a demonstrator of scale, turning what could be a serious demonstration regarding potential mutually reassured destruction into what's basically a turn-based battle, with both sides mostly appearing to be to avoid once they get bored. The first shot by Geiersburg is easily the particular most impactful, producing a point of the way typically the resultant destruction basically happens, another in addition to a wave after which suddenly we're educated that 4, 1000 people are only gone. But typically the following blasts render that number as the statistic you may have at the least noticed them satirically dealing with it as. So then all we are going to left with is definitely just a whole bunch of shots of commanders ranking around on bridges referring to what episodes they're ordering.

That will same vibe runs to all of those other supposedly-strategic maneuverings we come across taken out this event. Granted, they carry out have the presence regarding mind to break up things up with a more humanizing, private touches. With Yg absent, it can make sense most of that will would come through in Julian, plus indeed he receives parts like especially evacuating Caselnes's family members as the strike gets under method, and delivering the particular relieving news once that's taken treatment of. Julian in addition gets to call to mind some extremely Yang-core advice in the particular heat coming from all this specific ("Sleep when you have the opportunity") plus we're centered upon him as Poplin provides his personal amusingly unconventional advice to the martial artist pilots before heading out. It provides just that dash involving personality that this episode is normally so wanting with regard to, and keeps people endeared to Julian, tragic since it is that will the boy also has to end up being out throughout this kind of situation. The some other strategies we're handled to run the gamut from functional to be able to frustrating. The stage that the Contr?le would know in addition to be able to exploit Iserlohn's features because, you understand, they built it, is a good one, and compensates off the episode's earlier implication associated with how densely Kempff and the other people plotted out this particular plan. On the other hand, you might have got Caselnes as well as the Alliance shrugging off of the Imperials shooting associated with 'solid shells' being a supposedly useless attack, right after they make sure point concerning their enemies knowing all their abilities and failings, by the approach, before letting themselves get sabotaged by simply the obvious trap. It's one additional reminder that, as far as this point of the account is confirmed, even our supposedly sympathetic characters can't pull anything off with out Yang there in order to guide them. Nevertheless it at very least ends on a new promising upswing. If Caselnes can simply barely hang on below this attack, next Schï¿½nkopf will seemingly be going about the offensive, having the Rosen Ritter out to do this thing I've already been lamenting they didn't get to do way back in the very first season of this kind of adaptation: Fight using some dang responsable!

#Attack On Titan gogoanime

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sie-rui · 3 years

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Hiii, are you planning to do “consequences” part 3? If yes i would love one with izana, hanma and kazutora

❀ CONSEQUENCES (3) | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; their s/o is sexually violated by a member from an opposing gang

🥛 — kurokawa izana, hanma shuuji, hanemiya kazutora

🧾 — female reader, second pov (you/your), cursing, sexual violation, attempted rape, violence, ptsd, au - canon divergence (izana, hanma), au - future (kazutora), imagine

🔖 — [ 1 | 2 | 3 ]

; KUROKAWA IZANA

He always kept a close eye on you.

One eye on his goal, one eye on you. Trying to keep you beside him, trying to keep you close, trying to keep you from leaving. One was enough, Izana couldn’t afford to lose another. And he would do anything, anything; he would sacrifice anything, if it means he can get to keep you, if he can make you happy and satisfied.

But it took one mishap, one single moment of blissful ignorance, one single moment of letting you go do whatever you want without him by your side. It was all it took and the next thing he knew, Izana had blood in his hands as he stood in front of your hospital room.

The red drips from his knuckles to the clean white floor, the smell of disinfectant cancelling out the metallic smell and creating a horrible dizzying mix of both. He knew that his hands were bruised, cut, but he couldn’t feel a single thing.

The blood wasn’t his.

It was the blood of a person who deserved to die, who was now dead, all because he even dared to lay his gaze on you, to touch you in a way that not even Izana would dare to.

He blinks, sliding the door open.

The beeping of the heart monitor is monotonous but it didn’t even hide the harsh breathing that left your lips, eyes blown wide when you heard the door, fear clear in your features.

Izana, in contrast, stops breathing.

Your palms were red, just like his. But if the metallic liquid on his hands weren’t his, the one on yours were definitely from your own veins.

The silence passes but your nails don’t leave your palms, still drawing blood and he makes his way to you, the door slamming behind him in his hurry to pull your fingers away. “Stop it,” he mumbles and you flinch at his touch.

You try tugging your hands back but Izana doesn’t let go, not wanting to see you hurt yourself even more. Dread was on his stomach and his mouth was dry, heart pounding at his chest and eliciting tremors.

He wasn’t in a better situation compared to you and the madness blinds him, constricting his throat.

Izana almost lost you, he could still lose you. But the thought of you out in this world without him, in this cruel world that takes and takes and breaks you down until you’re nothing but fragments… It terrifies him too much.

His hand moves to hold your forearms instead and you can only squirm, trying to slip away from his grip but Izana wasn’t about to loosen up. The blood on his knuckles were now on your shirt, the shirt that covered bruises he was holding onto.

His eyes were dark, darker than the lust in that monster’s eyes. Who were you to fear? The stranger that had taken advantage of your weakness? Or your own boyfriend that you couldn’t even recognize in his fit of anger?

His smile was cold, forming on his lips as if he didn’t look as if he was ready to burn the whole world for you just a few seconds prior.

“I’ll get rid of them for you, I’ll get rid of anyone for you,” he hums and you decide on your answer. “Just tell me and I’ll make sure that no one can ever come close to you again.”

That stranger may have been a monster but Kurokawa Izana is the devil. And those who dares to graze their fingertips on your fragile skin, will see that there is something worse than death—the place underground that comes after one’s last breath.

; HANMA SHUUJI

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Everyone was pushed to the side, a few simple words echoing in his head. Y/n and numerous curse words that he isn’t directing to you but rather for you. “Get out of my way!”

Oh what would he give to be given the ability to leap back in time. His soul. He would give up his soul, his sanity, his blood and his body. He would give up everything he ever could, he would even give up someone else’s life, his own if needed.

Hanma would burn himself, he would pummel himself to the ground just for you.

To change the past is a tricky game that even he is willing to solve just for a chance to be happier. Even if it means reconstructing himself, even if it means breaking himself down so that he could build you up.

The hospital door slides open and Hanma stomps inside, shutting the door to divert any onlooker’s gaze. The vulnerability you show, the vulnerability he lets himself bare on his face, just for you and for him to see.

You flinch.

Perhaps it was because of his sudden appearance, or was it because of the slam or the door, or maybe it was because of the blood on his face, on his hands, on his clothes. His hair stuck to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face and breaths heavy.

He had rushed all the way here, not caring about his appearance or his other tasks to do for the day now long forgotten.

Hanma takes a step forward, hand reaching out to you but you only recoil, looking at him with fear in his eyes. Looking at the blood on him, the panicked look mirroring yours.

He stops, pained at the pained look you gave him, the alarm in your features as if he was going to hurt you.

(He wouldn’t. He would never. Hanma would kill himself before he would even lay a finger on you with any kind of malicious intent.)

He takes a step back. The words were stuck in his throat until he couldn’t even say anything anymore, until he couldn’t even think other than hurt anyone that would look at you the wrong way.

You were trembling and he looked away, if he kept on looking at you, Hanma would truly lose it right then and there and you didn’t need that, you didn’t deserve that.

You didn’t deserve to see such an ugly sight from him, to carry such a burden on your shoulders after the experience you had to go through just this day alone.

“I’m sorry.”

I truly am.

“So please.”

So leave this to me.

“Don’t give me that look.”

Don’t look at me as if I’m going to hurt you.

; HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

Right and left, then right again, swaying side to side, always on the tip of the iceberg, always on the edge of a cliff, always on the border of a building. Just a little push, one light push, and he was falling—he was drowning and he was losing his head.

Kazutora had always been in that position, an inch away from the burning inferno that he himself had created. A troubled child, he had always been, and a troubled child he would always be if he hadn’t gotten the courage to reach his hand up to try and save himself from the raging seas.

But sometimes, no matter how far you’ve climbed, no matter how safe you feel on the very center of a boat; it just takes one little trip and you go tumbling into the ocean once more, swallowed by the mouth of giant waves.

This was that trip.

Kazutora stumbles past nurses, in a hurry, not even listening to their scolding anymore as he repeats the room number in his head again and again as if that would magically teleport him there. If that worked, he would be repeating yesterday’s night to be able to get a second chance of today, to change what happened today.

He’d do anything to change today.

He had hurried all the way here but once he finally stood in front of the door of the dreaded room, he could only stand there, unsure.

He bites on his fingers, a bad habit he had thought he had long let go of. But then again, he did think that those impulsive actions, those muddled thoughts and instability in his steps were long behind him but here we are.

Kazutora closed his eyes and entered the room.

You laid there asleep- you looked dead.

Were you breathing? Were you dead? Shit, shit, shit-

The beeping of the heart monitor startles him out when he stalks closer, the machine right next to him, bringing him back into focus.

Kazutora let out a shaky breath, heart thumping as if punching his chest.

He drops down on the floor beside the bed, shaking. His forehead rests on the cold mattress, arms wrapped around his middle and eyes still wide in anxiety.

His head was spinning rapidly, millions of thoughts popping from everywhere and nowhere. What should he do? What could he do? What can he do?

Hurt.

Wasn’t that what he was good for? Hurting and hurting and hurting?

Right, right… Right, that’s what he can do. He can hurt. He can cause pain, he can create problems out of nothing just like how he did when he was younger.

That’s what he can do. That’s what he will do-

Will you be happy? Will you be satisfied?

Tears sprung to the corner of his golden eyes, the once shimmer turning to dull. “What should I do, Y/n? What should I do?” Anything, anything just for you.

last update for the month of august !

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angelltheninth · 3 years

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#82 with a dominant reader and Husk, please?

Man you guys really like Husk smut huh? Not complaining, I'm having a blast writing these.

Pairing: Husk x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, handjob, fingering, dirty talk, submissive Husk, dominant Reader

82. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”

"Lie down for me kitty." You whisper as you slowly back Husk up to the bed.

Husk never thought he would find himself in a position to be venerable with someone again. He usually preferred his romantic encounters to be quick and fleeting, with him in charge, because that way he held all the strings, with no way of getting hurt. At least that's what he thought. But somewhere deep down he wanted to feel like that again, to give control to someone else, let someone take the lead. And so you do just that.

His legs hit the front of the bed, you run your hand from his cheek to the center of his chest and push lightly causing him to fall back. He laughs as his back and wings hit the bed.

"Eager?" He unties his bow-tie, placing it onto the nightstand.

"Well you kept me waiting the whole night, how could I not be?" You crawl on top of him, bracketing his hips with your legs. Husk bucks his hips into yours, but you push down hard, "Easy. I wanna have fun first." Your hand trails down to his already hard dick, he'd been hard since before you arrived to the apartment. Your hand wraps around his dick, just keeping it there.

"Thought you were eager. What's with the fucking teasing?" Husk narrows his eyes at you but the small blush on his face diminishes the intensity of it.

"I am eager. Eager to get you moaning under me that is. I really want to see what that looks like, you begging for it, for me." You teasingly and swipe over the tip. Husk's eyes shut tight for a second, a sound much like a whine escaping his trough his clenched teeth.

You tilt your head to the side, grinning at his reaction. Husk groans under your gaze but doesn't move. He sinks his hips further into the bed, clenching the bed sheets and giving you a firm nod.

"Good." You circle your thumb over the tip again, slowly, "You'll cum when I tell you to ok? Until then just stay still and let me hear those pretty sounds." Your finger traces the underside of his dick, all the way to the base. Husk clenches his teeth harder, "Hey I said let me hear those pretty sounds." Your hand wraps around his cock and you start pumping. A whine escapes his lips and he turns his head to the side, "That's it. That's a good kitty."

As your hand moves up and down his cock you bring your other hand to the tip, drawing small circles slowly before covering the entire head with your hand and rubbing it, putting slight pressure on it.

"Fuck." Husk groans out, his hips jerking once before he stiffens in an effort to hold still. You see him bite his bottom lip. You feel his tail lightly tap you on the shoulder, and feel a wisp of air across your back as his tail swishes past you. Then a warm liquid drips into your hand.

You look down and see thick drops of cum dripping from his tip. You smirk, "Are you gonna cum in my hand Husky?" He nods his head rapidly. You smear his cum over his cockhead and the rest of his cock. As you move your hand from then he's about to protect but the words die on his lips when you put your fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, sucking them clean of his cum as you moan. Husk's cock twitches in your hand, "You taste so good." You say with a final lick. Husk throws his head back, his breathing quick and shallow, his whole body straining in an effort to stop himself from cumming right now, "Its ok. Cum for me Husk."

As the words leave your lips Husk growls out your name, his cock twitching and pulsing as his hot cum spills all over your hand and his stomach. You pump him trough the orgasm, intent on milking every drop of his cum until he has nothing more to give. Once you stopped moving your hand you leaned over to him and put your cum covered fingers in his mouth. His tongue started licking immediately, cleaning you up as you started moving your fingers in and out.

"See? Told you." When your fingers were clean you lean in for a kiss. Your tongues slide over each other, battling for dominance in Husk's mouth, but eventually he gives in. You gently bite into his lower lip as you pull away. Leaning back you feel his dick, still as hard as before, "Again?" You're genuinely surprised that he's ready to go this soon.

Husk shrugs and chuckles, "What can I say doll? That was really hot and I've been pent up for a while."

You hum, leaning down and placing a teasing kiss on his cock, "How can I refuse when its so hard for me. But..." You sit up and reach over to the nightstand where Husk put his bow-tie. Opening the drawer you take out a small bottle of lube, "We're gonna need some of this."

Husk raises his eyebrows before a wide smirk appears on his face, "Oh so that's why you were so excited about tonight. Figures. Good thing I took a nice, long shower before this." Husk leans back onto the pillows.

"I'm excited about every night with you. But yes, I was pretty excited to do this." You kneel between his legs, opening the bottle of lube and covering your finger in it. It feels cold but you know that it'll only make the next part better. Slowly you smear the lube over and around his ass.

Husk's hips twitch as your finger makes contact. Your other hand returns to his dick, still covered in his cum as you start stroking it.

As your hands strokes him your finger enters into his ass, slowly and gently, you slide the first knuckle in. The lube definitely helps but you still feel Husk tighten up at the intrusion, "Try to relax for me." You know you can't go too hard just yet, so you keep your finger still as your and works up and down his cock. Husk inhales and exhales deeply, relaxing the best he can. Luckily its enough for you to slide more of your finger in. Husk groans as you slowly slide almost your entire finger in, "Satan that's tight. But don't worry I tend to loosen you up real good."

Your finger starts moving, slowly at first, in and out, listening to Husk's breath hitch when ever you slide back in. As your pace increases his voice grows higher pitched, "You look so good like this Husk. With my finger inside you like this. Tightening and opening up for me." Your finger started going faster.

"Fuck." Husk's dick twitches each time your finger slides back in.

"You want to cum? You want to cum with my finger deep inside you ass?" You burry your finger as deep as it can go and keep it completely still. Husk grumbles something you can't hear, "What was that Husk? Speak up?"

Husk glares at you, "I said... move damn it."

"Hm... Beg me for it. Beg me to let you cum. I think I was pretty generous earlier don't you?" Your hand still jerked him off as you spoke.

"Fuck you." Husk's face twists in pleasure as your hand keeps stroking.

"You can later if you still have the energy." You chuckle and increase the speed of your strokes.

"Fuck." Husk breathes out, "Fuck! Please." His voice comes out very high pitched, very unlike him.

You move your finger just a tiny bit, "Please what Husker?"

"Please move. Make... let me come." His plea is like music to your ears. The fact that you could reduce Husk to a pleading, whining, moaning mess under you almost makes you cum as well. Your finger starts moving fast and quite a bit rougher than before. The lube lets it slide in and out nicely and you love the sounds that it makes with every thrust, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Husk repeats like a prayer.

"You feel so good around my finger. Fuck we gotta do this more often. I can't get enough of that needy look on your face. I'll look even better when I make you cum for me all over again." You can already feel that he's very close, his cock dripping, making it even wetter than before, "Cum. Cum for me Husk."

Husk spills all over your hand with a hoarse moan of your name. You can feel him tightening up around your finger as you continue to fuck him gently trough his orgasm. Your hand doesn't stop moving either, alternating between fast and slow strokes until he's all spent and soft.

You ease your finger out of his ass, "That was... different. I haven't done that in a long time." Husk sighs contently.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Husky. I know I did. In fact I ruined my underwear, so you can wipe yourself off and get comfortable while I go clean up and change. Then we can cuddle some." You wink and smile at the cat demon. His ears perk up at the mention of cuddles. He would never admit it to anyone but he loves the after fuck cuddles more than he loves the fucking itself.

You go to wash your hands and get changed into something more comfortable to sleep in. Upon entering the bedroom again you see Husk already under the covers, he pats the empty space next to him and you don't need to be asked twice. You joyfully skip over to him and slip into the bed. Husk curls up around you, his head under your chin and his tail around your back to bring you closer. His wing acts like an extra fluffy blanket and you can never get enough of how soft it feels against your skin.

"Night sweetheart." Husk mumbles as he kisses your neck a few times before closing his eyes.

"Night Husk. I love you." You kiss the top of his head, just between his ears. One of them twitches at the gesture and you chuckle. Husk hums, his wing fluttering for a moment before settling back on top of you. He's still not ready to say it back and that's ok. You don't want to rush him, but you know he heard you and you know he's still here. That alone means a lot. You fall asleep soon after, dreaming of the day Husk says those three little words back.

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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Can I request HSP + depression reader (who thinks they are just weak and being crybaby) x Bucky, please? I understand you are super busy right now and I didn’t mean to rush you or anything but I'm just struggling with both HSP and depression and couldn’t help but send it right now. No need to hurry, just when you are free and maybe when you had nothing to write. Thank you and I love you!

Thank you for the request, I’m sorry it’s been a difficult time for you! I’m here if you need me and I hope that this helps!!!

It’s called empathy

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1981

Warnings: depression, HSP (highly sensitive person), low self worth, negative self talk, swearing (that’s normal for me but this one’s a little extra), angst (more so internal idk if that needs a warning), fluff/comfort

Taglist: @buckys2thicc @babydaddy-buckybarnes @barnesplums @peggycarter-steverogers @mardema @abitgryffindorky @buckys-blue-eyes @strawberrimae @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes @bucks-bunny @broadwaybabe18 @im-sick-of-failing

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Breathe in

Breathe out

Out

...in…

You felt a tear escape your eyes

Goddamn it

You didn’t want to cry, you couldn’t let yourself. It was stupid, it was just some shitty remark from someone when they were in a shitty mood, it wasn’t your fault, all that bullshit you tried to tell yourself. It never worked.

You were trying to control your breathing, looking up at the ceiling trying to will the tears away, biting your lip. You would not cry, not over this. Not over something that wasn’t worth your tears

Not when you didn’t even know what exactly you were crying over.

Yet here you were, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink with white knuckles, looking up at the ceiling trying to keep the tears at bay. And it wasn’t working.

Weak sensitive piece of shit.

What good were you to the team if you cry in the bathroom like a baby every time something remotely stressful happens? People usually cry when they're in pain or when they’re grieving - the only excuse you had was you were stressed or sad.

You felt another few tears escape and you angrily swiped them away, cursing yourself for being so weak.

You hated this, you hated yourself. You were so numb most of the time, especially when you were alone. You found yourself alone in your room with racing thoughts feeling like you were falling apart. Yet when you were alone you could only stare at the ceiling wondering if it would get any worse.

The answer was usually yes.

Whenever you would go on missions with the team, you were able to push aside your stress. You had a job to do and you would do it. But when the mission was over and you were walking back through the rubble - seeing all the blood, destruction, fear - then it would start to get to you. You would panic, you would feel tears cloud your vision. Tears for those you were leaving behind, and those who had nowhere to go, those who lost someone. That was understandable.

It seemed to affect you more than the others though. It was understandable to be moved by so much destruction. But for you everyone felt like someone you had known and loved.

You could feel the grief in those left behind, feel the sadness and pain that they were going through.

The same was true when you weren’t on missions. When those who were on them would come back. Whether they were injured or their eyes were saddened - you knew when a mission was rough. You would listen, you would be there for people. It was easy to talk to you, and you were very wise.

But it still overwhelmed you. You couldn’t say no, you didn’t want to. You wanted to help but it would be so emotionally taxing for you. So behind closed doors, you would break. Be there for others, listen when they need to talk, others come first - you took their emotional pain onto yourself.

You were grateful that you could help - but in the process it was hurting you.

You allowed yourself to feel sad when you were alone in your room. No one could see you be weak in the dark of your room. But you never cried much just from the pure exhaustion of your thoughts. Sometimes you wanted to, just feeling so incredibly empty that you just wanted to have an ugly crying session curled up in bed.

But you didn’t get to make that choice.

The crying wouldn’t come until the absolute worst times. If you had messed up on a mission, if Tony said something a little too harshly because to him everything was a joke, seeing something gruesome on a mission- whenever it came to someone else getting involved, the tears would come. Hell sometimes even being overwhelmed in public would be enough to start the waterworks.

You always felt so fucking weak for it. The slightest environmental stressor could stress you out too much and move you to tears. You had no reason to be upset most of the time. But you would get angry at yourself for being upset, which would make you more upset that you couldn’t control it, making it harder to control.

It was a vicious cycle.

Lately it had been popping up more and more recently. Smaller things were upsetting you more than usual. You were becoming more sensitive to external stimuli and as a result, you spent as much time as you could in your room. You were embarrassed by yourself. Both by your emotions and by your inability to control them.

This time you were just upset that you were upset. It had been a long night the day prior, just a lot of paperwork to do. There had been a mission earlier this week that you hadn’t been assigned to, but it had been brutal for everyone who had gone. So far today had been a normal day by anyone’s terms, an emotionally exhausting one for you. One of those where you woke up tired and the thoughts of another day were enough to draw you to tears. Nothing had even happened, but apparently nothing needed to happen.

Your emotions came and went without your consent.

You knew deep down it was probably some sort of emotional build up - that whole quote about bottling things up until they got to be too much - it happened every time but you still thought you could handle yourself better than that. You didn’t want to vent or be a problem to anyone. But when you are the emotional support for most of the team and you haven’t been able to get enough sleep or take time for yourself - you didn’t have much of a say as to when the bottle overflows.

A few more tears fell and you slammed your hand on the counter, wiping your tears angrily once more. “God fucking damn it why can’t you just stop fucking crying!” you exclaimed, feeling a few more tears falling “Weak piece of shit!”

There was knocking on the door, pulling you out of your self deprecating thoughts. You gasped lightly, wiping your face again.

Knock knock

You jumped a little, gasping slightly. No one was supposed to be here, it was the middle of the night.

“Y/n? What’s going on in there? Are you alright?”

You took a shaky breath. Of course it would be Bucky who heard you. Why would it be anyone else?

“I’m fine Bucky, it’s late, you should go to sleep.”

“Then why are you still awake?” Bucky responded. You heard him sigh a little outside the door. “Come out here and tell me you’re okay.”

“Really Bucky?”

“Unless you want me to come in there, but I don’t think Stark would appreciate me breaking your door.”

You took a small breath and walked over to the door, opening it. You crossed your arms and met Bucky’s concerned eyes. “I’m fine, Bucky.”

Bucky sighed, taking in your appearance. Red eyes, flushed face, your hair was messy - you were definitely crying. He hated when you wouldn’t admit that you weren’t ok. “You know you don’t have to be, right?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep fresh tears from clouding your vision. “What?”

“You say you’re fine, you always say that you’re fine until you break. I heard you crying, I can see that you’re not feeling okay yet still you try to keep a brave face. And I just want you to know that you don’t have to always be okay.”

You let out a breath. “I - i…” you looked down and shook your head, lost for words.

“Y/n, I’m not here to judge you. Can you try to tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you said looking up at him “It’s literally so stupid, Bucky.”

“Y/n, nothing you say right now is going to sound stupid.

You shrugged your shoulders, still not quite meeting his eyes. “I don’t know, I just get so worked up sometimes, but it’s stupid. I tell myself I’m not going to be bothered and then I freak out again. The smallest things bother me and I get stressed out and then I cry like some stupid weak bitch. People have it worse than me, God, you have it worse than me. Everyone here has some sort of traumatic awful thing happen to them and then there’s me and I get sad because I see other people sad,” you were crying again and you wiped at your face, covering your eyes. “God Im so fucking stupid I -”

Bucky pulled you into his chest as you let out a sob. “You’re not stupid, y/n.”

“YES I AM. I get worked up over the smallest shit, I don’t listen when people tell me to take breaks, I take everything too personally and I can’t stop fucking crying when I don’t even know what the fuck is wrong!” you exclaimed, trying to push yourself away, ashamed.

Bucky held you tightly, not letting you go. “That’s not your fault. It’s not up to you how your feelings show up.”

“But I cry at the most stupid shit and I can’t control it.”

“You’re not supposed to know how to control it,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “Emotions can’t be controlled. They just happen and it’s rarely convenient.”

“Then why do I feel so weak? If this,” you gestured to yourself “is so goddamn normal then why isn’t everyone else breaking down every other day?”

Bucky brushed some hair out of your face. “Your emotions are yours, no one else’s. No one has the right to tell you how to feel. Think of it this way - you can’t expect everyone to have the same amount of strength or stamina - no one has the same emotional response either. And that doesn’t make you weak, it makes you you.”

You shook your head. “I just feel so weak all the time.”

“And I’m here to remind you that crying isn’t weak. You are not a weak person, you are not a bad person, you’re not any of those things your mind tells you. You’re a kind and thoughtful person. You put your heart into everything you do. You help everyone you can. Mourning someone else’s loss isn’t weakness. It’s called empathy.”

You took a small breath. “Then why does it hurt so goddamn much?”

“”I don’t know. And I can’t say for certain that you won’t always feel that way. But I know I can tell you that you aren’t weak, and I’ll be here every time you feel that you are.”

You nodded your head slightly. “You don’t think I’m weak?” you asked quietly.

He pulled you back into a hug. “Not in the slightest, y/n.”

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mochegato · 3 years

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Even the Losers

Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 8

Marinette stopped a few feet from the corner of the restaurant at which M. Wayne had made their reservation in order to collect herself. She checked her reflection in the restaurant’s darkened windows to make sure nothing had changed in the past few minutes. It wasn’t that she wanted to impress M. Wayne, but she didn’t want to make him think less of her either. She wanted to be perfect for him and yeah, maybe, she wanted to impress him, make him want to stay… this time.

She brushed her bangs out of her face a little rougher than she intended to, trying to force those thoughts out of her head and punish herself for thinking them in the first place. This wasn’t about making him like her. She lived this long without him. She didn’t need him. She’d be just fine without him. She had been so far. It didn’t matter if he didn’t love her. It didn’t matter if he didn’t like her. It didn’t mean she was unloveable.

She watched as her reflection deflated. It just meant that one of the two people who were biologically programmed to love her no matter what, didn’t. That he fought through biology to brush her off. She shook her head and stood straight up again. But! But, that didn’t make her unloveable. Jagged did the same to Luka and Juleka and they were two of the most amazing people she knew. They weren’t unloveable, and neither was she. They repaired their relationship and so could she.

This was about adding to her family, not filling a hole in her life. There was no Bruce Wayne shaped hole in her life. His opinion of her didn’t matter. His opinion of her didn’t change who she was. She was going to be who she was around him and if he didn’t like it, she lost nothing. She would still have an amazing family. She would still have amazing friends. She would still be loved.

This was about him fitting into her life. Not the other way around. This was about her deciding if there was a place for him. If she wanted him there, to give him a chance or not. This was about getting answers so she could make those decisions. She took a breath. This was about giving him a chance to speak and for her to listen to what he said.

She nodded to her reflection resolutely and pushed through the doors to the restaurant’s waiting area. Her eyes widened incrementally seeing the lobby. It screamed luxury and exclusivity. Only certain people were allowed here and Marinette was confident if she hadn’t been meeting Bruce Wayne, she wouldn’t be considered one of those people. The maître d’ eyed her with a sneer that looked so at home on his face it must have been his normal expression.

She gave him a nervous smile. “I’m here for a reservation under the name Wayne.” The maître d’ looked her up and down and gave a curt nod. He walked toward the doors to the dining room without saying anything to her.

Marinette smoothed down her hair one last time as the maître d’ led her through the doors to the dining area. She clutched her purse so tightly her knuckles were turning white. She really hoped Tikki had found a different spot to hide in, because otherwise it had to be incredibly uncomfortable for her. Marinette was focusing all of her tension into her hand and forcing the rest of her body to relax so she wouldn’t appear as terrified as she actually was. Now if she could just get her heart to start beating in a regular rhythm, she’d be all set.

She gave a nervous smile to Bruce as he stood to greet her and struggled to remember any part of the pep talk she had just given herself a few minutes ago. Because as soon as she saw his relieved and excited face, she started forgetting. It was not about wanting to see that expression on his face and knowing she was the cause. This was about her. She should not be filled with anxiety about making him lose that expression and wanting to walk away. He was proving himself, she wasn’t proving herself.

“Marinette!” He gave her a warm smile and held his hand out to shake hers while she went in for a cheek kiss greeting at the same time. He chuckled awkwardly and quickly shifted his hand to her arm as he kissed her cheek as well. He nodded to the maître d’ and pulled her chair out for her. As soon as they were alone, he sat down anxiously. “Thank you again for agreeing to meet me. You look nice.”

Marinette smiled and nodded to him. “So do you. And thank you for agreeing at such short notice.”

He chuckled nervously. His eyes darted between her, his glass of wine, the menu, really anything as he searched for his next words. It shouldn’t be this hard. He spoke to boardrooms of hostile and dangerous businesspeople. Speaking to his daughter shouldn’t be harder. She wasn’t going to destroy a city. She wasn’t going to undermine entire groups of people just so she could make a few more dollars. She wasn’t dangerous… well, not to anyone but him. With him, she had the power to destroy his heart with just one word.

“I ordered a merlot if you would like some. If not, I can call someone in…”

He started to get up to call someone over, but Marinette lunged at him to get him to sit down and not draw attention to them, knocking over his glass of merlot. Marinette’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh no, no, no, no,” she whimpered helplessly. She grabbed a few napkins to clean it up. Why? Why did her clumsiness have to act up now? In front of M. Wayne. Why did she have to be such a klutz? She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as they tried to escape.

“Marinette,” Bruce cooed gently. He gently gripped her wrists and pulled them away from the table. “Marinette, it’s okay. It happens. You should see a normal dinner at the manor. If there isn’t at least one spill or something isn’t broken, we start thinking someone is sick.” She finally looked up at him apprehensively and he could feel the breath leaving his chest. His eyes softened and he tried to give her an encouraging smile. “It’s fine. We can just move to another table and I’ll leave a big tip.”

Her eyes widened even larger and she looked around. “We can’t just…” She stopped when she noticed the empty restaurant. It was prime dinnertime, or at least it was in France. Maybe a bit early, but not uncommon. But this restaurant was completely empty. Not even families with kids. And there was no way M. Wayne would choose a restaurant that nobody liked. “Do Gothamites eat dinner really early? Or really late?” she whispered, not wanting to break the silence that engulfed them.

“Hmm?” Bruce hummed in confusion.

“There aren’t any… It just isn’t as crowded as I would expect,” she explained. “Not that that doesn’t work in my favor in this case.”

“Oh,” he nodded his head in realization and gave her a soft smile. “No, not as crowded as the place usually is. I rented it out.”

“You rented out the entire restaurant?” she whispered incredulously. “At the last minute?”

Bruce’s smile widened at the astonished look on her face. “I didn’t want people gawking at us all night or taking pictures and the manor is rather hectic.” He grimaced slightly at the thought. “Not to mention, we’d have just as many gawkers there. And I wanted this first meeting to be just between us. So I made sure we had some privacy.”

Marinette shook her head. “Right. Forgot. Rich.”

Bruce chuckled too. “Yeah, I forget sometimes too.” He sat at a table next to the one they had been sitting at.

Marinette scoffed lightly and joined him at the new table. “I doubt that.” She slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide as she stared at him. “Sorry. I’m sorry. That was… so rude,” she stuttered. She dropped her eyes quickly. She mentally berated herself for sabotaging this so efficiently. She doubted she could do it more effectively if she were trying.

Bruce shook his head. “No, not at all. You’re not wrong. And a lot more polite about it than Jason would have been. Or Stephanie.”

Marinette looked back up at him through her bangs. “Oh… um… okay.”

Bruce squeezed his eyes shut behind his menu. He was screwing this up so badly. Instead of making her feel more comfortable, he was making her increasingly nervous and doubtful. He pursed his lips as he searched for anything to talk about to lighten the mood. “I hope you like it here. The food is really good.” He had to stop himself from physically slapping himself for that terrible non-sequitur. His entire job was to say things in an engaging, elegant way. It was a skill he’d started honing decades ago. Where was that training now?

Marinette opened her menu as well with an anxious smile. “Great. I’m starving.”

“Hi Starving, I’m your father.”

Marinette blinked a few times at him, trying to catch his eye but he was staring blankly at his menu. “Did you just…”

“I admit to nothing,” he answered flatly, still staring at his menu.

Marinette continued to stare for a few seconds before breaking down into giggles, the tension that had been building since she entered the restaurant breaking with his joke. “I… I can’t… believe you sai… said that,” she gasped out between laughs.

He watched her with an amused glint in his eyes and a relieved smile. “Do not tell your siblings. Dick will pout for a week that he wasn’t here to hear it.”

Marinette let her giggles die down and nodded. She looked up at him with a much more relaxed smile. “Not known for your sense of humor?”

“No, definitely not,” Bruce shook his head with a grin. He set down his menu to focus on Marinette. “Jason used to tease me mercilessly about it.”

Marinette quirked her head to the side, an amused smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “And was Jason a comedian or he just liked to tease you?”

“A little of both. Dick is more of our comedian. He’s usually the first to make a joke… to lighten the mood. Stephanie will make a fool out of herself to get you to smile, or herself. She likes being over the top. But Jason, when he was a kid, was excited about everything. Everything in life was new and exciting. He was constantly smiling and bouncing from thing to thing. So optimistic.” Bruce’s eyes unfocused as he remembered the first year after Jason came to the manor.

Marinette furrowed her brow in doubt. Not a single one of those words were ones she would use to describe Jason from the time she’d spent with him. Maybe her translation of the words was wrong? “Jason? Jason Todd. Your son Jason.”

Bruce chuckled wryly. “Yes, that Jason. “ A pained expression flashed across his face morphing into a sad frown he didn’t even try to hide. “A lot changed over the years. Some… things happened about eight years ago. It changed all of us.”

Marinette let out a dry laugh as images of Hawaiian shirts and rock giants flashed through her head. She turned back to her menu to avoid his eyes. “I can understand that.”

Bruce furrowed his brow, a guilty frown settling on his lips for a few seconds before he plastered on a smile. “Now he’s more likely to make a sarcastic remark than a joke. But, he’s fiercely protective of his family, maybe more than any of the rest of us.”

Marinette thought back over their interactions and slowly started nodding. “He seems like it.” She paused when the waitress came in to take their orders. She smiled politely while the waitress was in the room, acting the part of a dutiful, happy daughter rather than a temperamental stranger who took her frustrations and insecurities out on him without letting him explain. And that’s what this was about, letting him explain. But before he could do that, she needed to make sure he knew she wasn’t mad. Well… that she wasn’t going to attack him anyway.

As soon as the waitress left, her shield was gone. She could no longer hide behind the façade. Now she had to face him. She looked down and squeezed her eyes shut. She took a beat before she looked back up at Bruce. “I wanted to say sorry for how I behaved when you came to my hotel room. I wasn’t being fair to you. I only found out about you a few days ago and then the world found out and then you were at my door. It was a lot all at once and I did not handle it well, so I’m sorry.”

Even with half her face hidden from looking down as she spoke, Bruce could see the shame radiating from her expression. When she finally looked up to make eye contact he had to force himself not to gasp at the guilt and pain in her eyes. His heart clenched at the sight. He hated seeing her look like that. He’d do anything to keep that look off her face. That was his job. That was the entire point of what he’d done. But he failed. He might have failed at it so far, but he was going to make up for it now… if she would let him.

His hand shot out almost too quickly to see and gently squeezed hers, hoping that at least that level of intimacy was allowed. “No, I invaded your space. I forced a confrontation before you were ready. I knew I shouldn’t do that. Sabine… your mother warned me not to do that and I did it anyway. I’m sorry for that. I didn’t… I didn’t want to lose my chance to…” He looked down at the table and frowned trying to get his words in order.

“I didn’t want you to leave before I could talk to you, to try to connect and explain.” He looked at her almost desperately. “You were here, right here. So close. I couldn’t let you slip through my fingers again, not when I knew you knew. Not when I didn’t have to keep it a secret anymore.” He frowned and looked down at his glass, pulling his hand back into his lap. He suddenly chuckled wryly. “If there was ever a good reason to begin with.”

Marinette sucked in a breath not ready for this conversation yet. She thought they’d ease into it. Get comfortable, then get into it. But apparently M. Wayne’s approach was to rip the Band-Aid off. Dealing with uncomfortable situations was definitely not an inherited trait because her method of avoiding any uncomfortable conversations in increasingly unlikely and embarrassing manors until the entire thing festered into a debilitating, unnecessarily explosive fiasco, was not a technique she picked up from her maman either.

Bruce looked back up at her with a determined look. “Marinette, you had a right to react. You had… have a right to be upset or hurt or both. I deserved it. Believe me, I understand that. I’ve gotten worse from your siblings for less. Don’t feel like you have to apologize to me. However you react, I can take it and I’m not going to walk away again. But I am hoping that you being here means you want to move forward, you want to try.” He looked up at her questioningly, an edge of fear in his eyes. “Do you?”

Marinette let out the breath she’d taken in. She looked down and pushed a strand of hair that was still in place behind her ear, letting her fingers linger so she had something else to focus on for a moment. When she looked back up, there was a more determined look in her eyes. “Yes. I… I want to listen. I want to understand.”

Bruce nodded with a grateful smile. “Thank you. I know this is a lot and it hasn’t been fair to you and I’m sorry for… everything.”

Marinette nodded. “Thank you.” They both sat and looked in the vicinity of each other uneasily, both waiting for the other to say something first. Marinette tapped her fingers together while she waited for him to continue speaking, to give the explanation he’d promised.

Bruce was waiting for… he wasn’t sure. Inspiration maybe. He’d thought through what he wanted to say. He’d gone over it all, but somehow seeing her in front of him, looking in her eyes and seeing her vulnerability laid bare, none of his excuses seemed like enough. None of them seemed valid, but then again, they never were.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up. “When you were born, I was younger than you are now and I didn’t think I’d be able to be a good father.” He frowned at the table. “And in my head it was better for you to not be with me at all. I thought I’d bring you down. But your mother…” he gave her a wan smile, “she was always strong and good. I knew she would be an amazing mother… without my interference. I thought you had a better chance away from me and Gotham and in my idiot mind that meant cutting off all contact.”

“But you took in other kids,” she pointed out timidly.

Bruce nodded and flicked his eyes up to hers before looking back down in guilt. “I didn’t intend to. I came across Dick about awhile after your mother took you to France. He lost his parents. They died, were killed in front of his eyes, like mine had been. He was angry and violent. He needed someone and I thought I could help. I might not be a good parent, but I could help him… keep him from becoming… me.”

Marinette’s brow furrowed sympathetically. “Would that be bad?”

Bruce cringed slightly, remembering how he was at the time. “Yes, it would have. Anger and desperation? They can do bad things to a person.” He looked at her pointedly. “Makes you make terrible decisions.”

Marinette nodded in understanding. She understood how far desperation could drive a person. She understood how dark some people could go. She understood how bad things could get if they continued unchecked. She’d fought those people. She’d helped defeat one of them. And no matter how bad the battle was, it was always harder handling them after they were defeated, when all they had was their grief.

“Jason… he came a few years later. He was alone and on the streets. He was tough and smart and so excited about life, but he was never going to get the opportunity to do anything on the streets.”

“And you wanted to help him too,” Marinette finished his unfinished thought.

“Yeah. He needed someone to let him be a kid, let him be passionate, to love him like a parent should. And I couldn’t leave him there. And Tim… he kind of snuck in and declared himself family. He wasn’t wrong. He is. He came along after Jason… was gone. He filled a void I didn’t even know I had until he stepped in. And I hope I’ve done the same for him. He didn’t have the best childhood either. And now… I can’t imagine the family without him.”

Marinette gave him a small smile. “Sounds like he adopted you.”

Bruce nodded absently, his eyes taking on a far-off focus as he remembered the past. “Sometimes children are smarter than their parent. In the case of my kids,” he looked up at her meaningfully, “all of them, it’s true.

“They didn’t have a better choice… you did. And in my idiotic self-destructive mind, I was helping you. I was convinced for more than a decade that the best thing I’d done in my life, the most selfless, was walk away from you, not force you to have to suffer with dealing with me. But I was just afraid and selfish. I made a stupid choice. By the time I realized how monumentally I’d screwed up, Jason was gone and by the time I got my head back on right, Damian was here and Damian needed all my attention.”

“You didn’t have Damian since he was a baby?”

Bruce shook his head. “No. I didn’t even know about him until he was ten. Then his mother just dropped him off with me. His childhood…” Bruce let out a long breath. “His grandfather taught him since birth that he needed to earn love, or as close as he’s capable to love. Damian’s mother told him he was better than everyone else… so you can imagine the kinds of issues we had for quite a while.”

He gave a proud smile. “He’s made such a big change since he came. He’s grown so much.”

“You sound proud,” she observed poignantly.

Bruce’s smile turned bittersweet. “I’m proud of all of my kids. You’re all amazing people. I don’t know how I ended up with so many amazing kids.”

She smiled and hoped it didn’t come off as awkward as it felt. “So what about Duke? And I think Jason mentioned sisters.”

Bruce nodded. “Cass is the only one I adopted. Stephanie is just around enough that she’s essentially a child. Same with Barbara. I ran into Cass while I was travelling. Her parents were mentally and physically abusive to the point that she didn’t speak until she was a teenager.” Marinette gasped. “She’s a lot better. She communicates with us a lot, mostly through sign language. And Duke… Joker tortured his parents because they saved me once.”

Marinette gasped and grasped his hand, squeezing it. When he met her eyes she gave him another encouraging squeeze and a warm smile. “They’ve all come such a long way. I’m sure a better parent could have done more but somehow we’ve all become a slightly dysfunctional family. Watching them… It’s amazing to see how far they’ve all come. They’ve all had to fight so hard, go against so many obstacles.”

“It sounds like you’ve done a lot of work with all of them. And they’ve grown amazingly with you watching over them. They were incredibly lucky to have you,” Marinette said quietly a strained smile on her face, no longer making eye contact with Bruce. She took back her hand to take a drink of her wine.

Those were valid reasons. She could admit that and she didn’t begrudge them the better life being with M. Wayne afforded them, but still… She fought frowning at her lap. It all made sense. Every step made sense. They needed someone and he could provide, so he did. From an objective perspective. It made sense. Did it make her a bad person if that didn’t make her feel better? What did it say about her that she was still hurt? That she still was angry, felt betrayed? That it wasn’t enough?

Bruce’s face fell as he watched her change in demeanor. His chest clenched. “I never stopped thinking about you and how you were doing. I never stopped loving you.” He reached out for her hand but let his hand dropped when she didn’t offer it readily. “I know you don’t feel that way about me, you just met me, but I’ve loved you from the moment you were born. And I know it’s hard to see and I don’t show it well… at all… but I’ve always tried to make sure you were taken care of, that you never wanted for anything. I’ve kept up on your life to make sure.

“And I need you to know it was never because I didn’t want you. It was never that I thought my other kids were better than you in any way. It was never because I didn’t think you were good enough. I didn’t think I was. I thought you deserved better than I could ever give you, better than you could get in Gotham. But running away wasn’t the way to do that, and I realize that.” He was unsure how to interpret the wide eyed look Marinette was giving him, but he plowed on, needing to say it anyway.

“I really did intend to try to connect. That’s why I went to your final showing. I showed pictures of your work to someone on the fabric project and said I happened to see you there.” He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “I thought I’d have to do a bunch of conniving behind the scenes to get Lucius to use you. But as it turns out, he’s just as excited to get you on the project as I was. He mentioned you to me after you spoke with him.”

Marinette smiled. It was small and self-conscious, but significantly better for Bruce to see than the strained smile she’d had earlier. “M. Fox is a very nice man. I liked speaking with him a lot.”

“And he is quite fond of you.” Bruce smiled fondly at her but his smile quickly turned conspiratorial. “I think he likes you better than he likes me, actually.”

Marinette straightened up in her seat. “I plan on accepting his offer to consult on the project.” She looked up to make eye contact with Bruce. Her body tensed slightly in preparation for her next words. “If… if that’s okay with you.”

Marinette gave a small, uncertain smile when she saw Bruce’s brilliant smile. “Yes! That’s great to hear.” His face turned serious. “What does that mean for… do you want to…”

“I was hoping to take you up on the apartment offer as well… if that’s still an option.” Marinette looked down again, her anxiety back. “It will help Max while he settles in and I thought I could use it while I figure out how the project is going to work and what the requirements on my time will be.” She tapped her fingers together, unable to control her fidgeting. She looked up nervously. “I thought it would also give us a chance to see each other more and your other kids.”

“Absolutely. It is absolutely still available. If you want your own apartment, I can get a penthouse for you. Or you’re welcome to stay at the manor,” he rambled excitedly.

“M. Wayne,” Marinette interrupted. Bruce immediately sobered at her serious expression. “I don’t need special treatment. I don’t need you to buy me things. And I don’t know how long I’ll be in town. Adrien and I are trying to figure out where we want to set up and I’ll need to start taking commissions again.”

Bruce nodded. “I understand. Sorry. I got excited and got carried away. Rich, you know… it’s how we show love.”

Marinette’s face immediately soured as she thought of Adrien’s and Chloe’s childhoods. “That’s not love you’re showing. I’m staying to get to know you and your family, not get things.”

Bruce blinked at her a few times. “Right. I know that. I never thought it was,” he assured her awkwardly. He took a sip of his wine and glanced around the room. He suddenly perked up. “Speaking of commissions, I was hoping we could finally commission you… if that’s okay!” he added quickly. “I don’t want to put pressure on you. I’ve just been waiting to get something made by you for years.”

Marinette blinked a few times and looked down. Her brow furrowed. She fought letting out a sigh. “No, you’re right. I should.”

“We’ll pay you, of course,” he insisted.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to charge you to make something for you.”

Bruce shook his head. “You run a business. I’m commissioning the business. I can cover our commission.”

Marinette huffed and narrowed her eyes at him. “Compromise. You pay for materials. Nothing more.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes back at her. “Materials and time.”

Marinette huffed out a laugh. “Okay fine.”

Bruce grinned. “I’m excited to work with you. I wasn’t kidding. I’ve wanted to commission you for years. I’m a fan of your style and art.”

Marinette opened her mouth but closed it quickly when the waitress came back in with their food. Bruce leaned back so she could set the plates down. “Speaking of, how would you feel about going to the art museum tomorrow and then maybe get some lunch after?”

Marinette nodded. “Oh yeah, there was an exhibit that looked interesting.” She nodded to the waitress and thanked her. The waitress lingered for just a moment before leaving the room.

“Would 9 work for you? Oh, no wait.” He scrunched his face in annoyance. “I have a meeting at 10. It should be done by noon though.” He looked up and gave her an earnest look. “I’ll make sure it is done by noon. How about lunch then art museum?”

Marinette smiled and nodded. “That sounds good.”

“Great. I can bring the keys for the new apartment. Now, I’ve done all the talking. Tell me more about you. Tell me about your friends.” He took a bite giving Marinette his full attention while Marinette talked about her friends and how they had all met and some stories about their time together.

She started out slowly, building up more confidence as she spoke. The more she spoke the more comfortable she was with what she wanted to say. The quicker she was able to filter out what information she didn’t want to share. She wasn’t ready to give him much yet, not enough to do anything with, not more than he could probably get from searching Instagram or Tik Tok, but it was a start. A start to what exactly, she wasn’t sure. But it was a start to something.

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td-scenarios · 3 years

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How they react to seeing their S/O crying

First scenarios are a go!

Cody

Will most definitely start panicking at your status and start asking you various questions.

“Are you okay? Did I do something? Do you need space? Should I hug you? Do I need to punch someone?” And you better believe he’ll do that last one based off that one scene of him and Duncan in World Tour.

Goes and brings his stash of candy to you for you to enjoy

If you don’t need space at the moment but instead comfort, you better believe this boy will turn into the biggest cuddlebug. His arms just wrapping around your entire body and him resting his head into the crook of your neck. Would totally start kissing you all over the face until you smiled and were laughing as you told him to stop in a lighthearted manner

Trust me, Cody is not leaving until there’s a smile on your face. Even if you ask for some space he’ll be sending you memes or stupid little drawings.

Also would totally do the really cheesy thing of wiping away your tears and resting the palm of his hand on your cheek so that you can lean into it.

Scott

Doesn’t really understand what’s going on at first. He’s clever, but he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times.

“Why are you crying? It better not be somethin’ stupid, cuz, ya know, back on the farm-” cue you punching him in the face or on the shoulder

That’s when he’s like ‘Oh fuck, something is ACTUALLY wrong. Oh no this is a time where I have to step up as a boyfriend oh no oh no’

Him awkwardly being all “So....um....what’s wrong?”

His face absolutely breaking upon seeing your shattered expression. Protective boyfriend mode = activated.

“Did someone hurt you? Babe, you better believe that I’ll go and make their life a living hell, trust me.” And then you just slowly shaking your head no and leaning your head onto his chest, which just makes this big softie melt.

Y’all cuddling for a long time until you eventually fall asleep on him and he’s just brooding on the fact that if someone did cause it, he really was gonna go and beat them up, He doesn’t make idle threats, but for now, it’s just calm between the two of you.

Brick

He gets back from running one of his bi-hourly jogs with Jo to see your form shaking from under a blanket in the cabin. Since you’re under the blanket, he can only assume you’re not cold and immediately comes to the conclusion that you are upset

“Y/N! What has got you feeling so blue right now?” He would try to lower his voice for you, but his same tone only wavers a bit. Habits and all that.

You already know that this sweet boy will drop whatever other plans he had for today to stay in the cabin and comfort you until you were better.

He’d try to suggest going outside and getting some fresh air, but you two would go out for a bit and you’d either see the person who upset you or get reminded of your homesickness or whatever else made you sad, so you two would just go back inside.

Brick being Brick would probably find a way of accidentally making you laugh and he’ll just continue with that until you forgot why you were sad in the first place.

Mike

Taking a break from the others, Mike finds you sitting on a rock near the beach with your head buried into your folded arms. He instantly comes jogging up to your side and sits across from you, gently saying your name which gets you to look up. When you ask for alone time, he softly shakes his head.

“I can’t leave you until I make sure you’re okay, Y/N. You know me, it’s good knowing that the people I care about are good.” Those words kind of put a smile on your face as you look at the gap toothed boy.

Mike counts this as the start of working your mood back up. He wouldn’t want to make you more sad by making you talk about what upset you, so instead he decides to start telling you funny stories of shenanigans his alters have caused.

“They’re quite the cast! I remember when Manitoba was really proud of himself for digging up some new material, but the guy was already a little bit tired so instead he was just holding some dried cow patty! Vito wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks!” More and more stories of that caliber, all of which would make you giggle in some way or another.

At some point, Mike ends up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and it’s become night time so you’re both just looking up into the stars. A nice serene way to forget about what was plaguing your mind earlier

Dakota

“O M G, babe, are you okay? Your skin is getting a little blotchy.” You would wince a little bit at that prompting her to apologize as you wipe one side of your face with your hand.

The blonde would sit next to you on the cabin bed and ask that you “spill the tea, sugar.

After telling her what’s wrong, she insists on taking care of you for the rest of the day. Bringing you any food she can scour off the island, asking the other teens of the cast to leave the two of you alone, and once your crying dies down a bit she starts doing your makeup.

“I like doing your makeup so much because it gives me a great view of your gorgeous face.”

This comment of Dakota’s immediately gets the waterworks started up again.

She starts panicking, thinking she said something wrong while carefully putting her makeup brushes down. You just shake your head and hug her tightly, to which she’s confused about, but reciprocates anyways.

Leshawna

This girl immediately hugs you as soon as she sees how distressed you are. She gives the best hugs ever, I would know, Fresh TV told me.

“Alright baby, tell me what’s got your feathers in a bunch! Leshawna will make all the problems go away.” Her voice is so calming at that point that you break down even more and choke out what’s been bothering you.

If it is someone, she would definitely start making threats, but wouldn’t dare to leave you alone in this state, so whoever did this to you would definitely get some knuckle sandwiches later.

The girl would take you back to her cabin and lay both of y’all down on her bed and softly sing to you (even if it’s not the best, it’s endearing.) Until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

Leshawna would be the first to wake up and would smile upon seeing your face, now with a soft smile instead of the heartbreaking expression it carried mere hours before. You were definitely her everything.

Heather

She really wants to keep up her mean façade like she does in front of everyone and say “ew, you’re showing emotions right now?” or something like that, but she decides that she could never do that to you. Even if anyone else was watching her at the moment.

Heather would take a seat next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me what’s up.” And before you could say anything she interrupts, “and no, I won’t tell anyone what you tell me. I would never.” She made sure to keep both her hands up so you could see that she wasn’t crossing her fingers.

You let out a sigh and then hesitantly began telling her what’s up.

“Are you kidding? Hun, you need to put your game face on! Come with me.” She then grabs your hand and takes you around to do calming activities all around the island. Being bitchier to everyone else, but the most soft, kind, caring person in the world for you. She doesn’t let go of your hand at all just to let you know she’s there.

At the end of your day together, your tears long forgotten, both of you sat on a blanket watching the sunset, she looks over at you. “You ready to go kick some loser butt?” She says with a smirk, you sniffle a bit and nod yes. “Cool, lets go.” Her hand finally leaves yours, which saddens you, but she waits for you so you can head back to camp together. Who knew you could go a whole day with your girlfriend without her being TOO focused on the million?

Dawn

You thought you had found a quiet spot to let your feelings free under a shaded tree that may be capable of eating you any second, but how wrong you were. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a familiar soft voice speak, “your aura is stained with anguish. What is plaguing you so?”

Dawn’s statement startled you out of your tears for a bit until you began to explain to her what had happened with a shaky voice and it all became too much so you stopped talking.

The look on her face gave away that she knew more than she let on.

“Here Y/N breathe with me.” You would give her a confused look but go along with it since your girlfriend was weirdly knowledgeable in some areas.

“Very good. You’re shaky, but there’s nothing your position won’t fix. Here follow what I do.” Dawn got into a position perfect for breathing exercises and you followed suit. “Your chakras will align in the median in your body and your mind will be freed of its chains, do not be afraid.” She repeated the affirmations in a hushed tone as you two breathed with one another.

It was actually pretty calming. The sounds of the toxic island along with Dawn’s hushed voice made for the perfect aura around you two and you can’t remember a time when you have felt so at peace.

“I can sense that your aura is back to its normal state. Are you feeling any better?” The different words took you out of your zen and you looked up at her and nodded, which made her smile.

“That is nice to hear. Would you like to go look at the flowers with me?

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problematicfavesareproblematic · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet- Joe Toye

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ok, so here’s the 411- Joe gives it his all when y’all are fucking. He’s flipping you around into different positions, he’s gripping whatever part of your body he can get his hands so he can reach deeper faster harder better, Joe is fully prepared to do all the work.

That being said, the boy’s EXHAUSTED by the time he’s done with you. You’re lucky if he doesn’t collapse on you in a sweaty, sleepy mess. But after he’s had a second to regroup and rally- he’s totally down for some pillow talk.

WARNING: it’s going to be in that sexy husky voice of his, which means round two is imminent.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ok, so our Joe’s hot. Like, really hot. He is fully aware of how good he looks- sometimes to the point of arrogance. If he had to pick just one part of himself, it’d probably be his arms. He likes knowing that he can always fight his way out of a sticky situation, but what he really likes is how your hands feel when they clutch at his biceps while getting sexy. (He also really gets soft when you run your fingers up and down his arms/forearms while sitting around and talking with the guys shh shh shh)

On you? Your hands- this boy never thought of hands being sexy until he watched yours dance across a map while discussing plans of action. His eyes followed their motions like a moth follows a flame- and when they touched HIS HAND for the first time? Boner city. Population: this guy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

MESSY BOY. OH MY GOD.

He’s BIG into marking you, and if you gave him the ok (he always checks first) he’d gladly paint you in it (he gets very caveman when it comes to marking you as his ffs what a horndog).

But if you aren’t into that? Not a problem. Simply seeing his cum on your hands (which we’ve established he’s super into) is enough for him. Inside of you works too, FYI. He’s very accommodating.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He once secretly got off in class while watching you disassemble and reassemble your rifle. Your fingers moved so fast and confidently that he couldn’t help but wonder what ~other~ confident things they could do (his mind instantly pictured you fingering yourself and he’s only a little bit sorry about how depraved he is). He’d kneaded the heel of his hand against his cock under the table and to this day he has no idea how he wasn’t caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced is a good way to describe Joe, bc in cruder company he’d be called a fuckboy. He’s had more partners than the average Joe (lol sorry) but not nearly as many as someone like Tab or Nix or Liebgott have had. He just lived a full-ass life and, due to him being a stud, he’s never been wanting for company.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything with him on top is his comfort zone. He likes feeling in control, and he really likes being able to see how good he’s making you feel.

Bonus points if he can grip your neck a lil bit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Joe is goofy in the sense that he likes to tease you, maybe antagonize you a lil. He knows that you get off on it- that you like when he points out how good he’s making you feel, or lightly chastising you for how quickly you’re going to cum. He doesn’t mean it, and if you were ever to tell him to back off he’d be totally down.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dark, curly, trimmed but not ~groomed~, you know?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Personally, He seeks to establish intimacy during the afterglow, curling around you once the sweat has cooled and your breathing has evened out. Face touches, greedy but sweet kisses? Joe Toye’s your guy.

HOWEVER!: If he thinks you could use some during the act, he’s game. If you ask for it? HE’S WHATEVER MORE THAN BEING GAME IS. Get over here, hot stuff.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it whenever he feels the urge. It’s not a huge deal for him.

He’d prefer sex with you obviously, but if you’re not feeling it or it’s not a good time then he’ll take care of himself. In a perfect world, you could both do some mutual masturbation. He absolutely thinks of you while he does it, tho.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking kink. Wow wow wow. Nothing extreme- he doesn’t feel comfortable cutting off your airflow or anything, but a hand around the throat certainly adds a nice primitiveness to the experience.

If you choke him, however: different story.

Joe finds that EXTREMELY hot. Oh my God. It plays into his weird obsession with your hands/touch. It reminds him that you’re just as into him as he is with you, and he is a big fan of you getting a lil rough with him now and again.

Pin him down by his throat as you ride him? He’s done for.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any time, anywhere- as long as he can be sure that you won’t be interrupted. There are exceptions to this (see Risk).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Little touches from you can really get him going. Lacing your fingers with his as you both ride in a truck from location to location. Your eyes finding his as you talk business with someone else. The gentle scratch of your fingernails through the shorter hairs at the base of his skull. You also get a certain look in your eyes when you’re feeling frisky, and the moment he sees that, sexy with you is all that he can think about.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doing anything to you that leaves more than a bruise. Hickeys? Awesome. Speckles of bruises on your hips from where his fingertips dug into your skin a bit too hard? Hot.

Deep shadows around your throat left behind from him holding you a little too hard? NO NO NOPE THAT’S NOT OKAY.

It reminds him too much of violence, of someone trying to escape the touch of another and being denied freedom. Once, a German soldier had tried to choke you out so you wouldn’t alert anyone of his presence and Joe. Fucking. Lost it. His brass knuckles were nearly fused to his skin by the time Joe was done with them.

Tl;dr- deep marks on his girl? He’ll kick someone's ass. He’ll kick my ass. He’ll kick his own ass

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a fan of both! When he’s going down on you, he’s all about results- what will get you off the quickest and hardest. Overstimulation King (but in a good way).

When you go down on him and make a point to draw the process out as long as you possibly can, he just about cries with need. He’ll beg you to give him more so he can finally cum, but secretly he’s hoping that you’ll keep edging him bc dear god you’re so beautiful and evil and wow your nails scratching down his stomach feels good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

FAST. Like I said before, he’s all for getting you off quick and hard. He likes the feeling of his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he pistons into you with ruthless speed, likes the way it makes your body shake and bounce and sheen with sweat. He really likes being able to just fall asleep with you afterwards, so his goal is to tire out the both of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ok, so here’s the thing- before you, most of his sexual history could be considered quickies. He didn’t like the idea of lingering too long after doing the do, so a quick fuck in the closet of a bar was his bread and butter. Remember: the quicker the better.

But since you, he’s decided that he’s good with both quickies and...slowies(?). If he’s feeling frisky while you both are out or just about to go out or in any sort of time crunch, he lets you know by coming up to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, gently pulling you back until you can feel his hardening cock against your backside.

If you rest one of your hands on his forearm and squeeze it- then you’re not feeling it rn and he backs off (or excuses himself to take care of it bc he’s practical like that). If you lean back into him or turn your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek- it’s go time. Meet him in the bathroom, bc someone’s about to get their world rocked.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

JOe is fine with public sex as long as he knows/can predict who or what could possibly figure out what the two of you are doing. And even then, it’s going to be sneaky. You sitting on his lap with his dick in your pussy? Nice. pretending to lean over and whisper something to you while sitting at a booth (but actually fingering you? Dope.

He’ll basically go as far as you let him, but his big thing is not letting the two of you get caught by someone who will hold it over your ehad. Do’t fuck with his girl.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two and a half rounds- he always starts with getting you off with his hands, thigh, tongue (that’s the half round), then he cranks out the next two fast and unwaveringly. Ideally, the outcome for him is two orgasms for him and three for you. Bonus points if he can wring four out of you, but he’s not going to push it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably didn’t own any of his own, but if you have a vibrator or something he’ll definitely use it on you. Would probably consider letting you use it on him, but only once he’s used it on you a couple times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not very much in terms of edging teasing, but verbally he can be very antagonistic.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud and proud, but tries to keep the sounds in for as long as he can. You can always tell when he’s close by how vocal he’ll become. Huge whiner whenever you suck his cock or give him a handjob, bc you are so perfect and wicked that it literally overwhelms him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has at least one copy of the Kama Sutra. Bill gave it to him as a joke gift but Joe absolutely uses it for inspiration.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length but girthy. He’s pretty proud of it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, but something he can control. He knows it’s unrealistic to be able to fuck you whenever he wants (bc otherwise, you’d never leave his bed), so he’s able to channel that desire into anticipation for the next time he gets the chance to fuck you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

SO FAST, OH MY GOD. But he doesn’t sleep long- it’s more like a power nap and then he wakes up and helps you clean up/cleans you up himself and then gets cuddly. Then he sleeps again. What a nerd.

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Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze. He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you.

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?” Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most.

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

NSFW

I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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