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ranhaitanisgf · 4 months

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Hello. Can I request “girl/boy next door” and getting sick” with Kazutora. Reader gets sick and Kazutora takes care of her. Thanks!

— kazutora hanemiya // boy next door // getting sick

☆ ˎˊ˗ helloooo this is my fave cliche ever omfg. why was i such a genius like srsly 16 yr old me was cooking with this cliche event... also this was my first time writing for kazutora !! if i remember correctly, i didn't have him in my regular reqs but i decided to put him in the event reqs, so apologies if hes a bit ooc ... blegh anyways enjoyyyy my lovelies have a wonderful day !! xoxoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.5k+

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader implied

masterlist || 2k masterlist

you knew that you had lost when you’d woken up with a sore throat yesterday, but you didn’t think that it was going to escalate into this. you’d felt mostly fine yesterday, a bit under the weather if anything, but it hadn’t been anything that you couldn’t handle, so imagine your surprise when you woke up and felt exponentially worse.

your vision went fuzzy every time you tried to stand up and you were sure that your night clothes were soaked through with sweat, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to come out from under the blankets, shivering despite the added layers on top of you. the only thing you had the energy for was to flip your phone open and closed, occasionally texting your friends who were telling you about their vacations.

the air in your room was excruciatingly stuffy, but you swore you would somehow fall out of the window from dizziness if you tried to open it, so you stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling and watching your phone screen for new notifications.

the silence of your room was disturbed by a light knocking sound; when you sat up in bed and looked to your window, you saw a familiar face wave and smile at you. you could hear his muffled voice through the window, ‘let me in!’.

you smiled at kazutora, telling him to give you a second as you slowly got up from your bed, throwing on a t-shirt laying on the floor over your tank top. you swayed a bit as you walked over to the window, which you could see made his face twist with concern. a few moments later you opened the window, though you were struggling a bit with opening it more than a few inches. luckily for you, kazutora’s hands slipped under the window, opening it the rest of the way with ease.

“ah, thanks…” you murmured, yawning a bit as you started to walk back to bed. behind you, you could hear kazutora coming through the window and closing it, and you heard him begin to say something, but a ringing in your ears blocked out his voice. your vision blurred a bit as you swayed once again, the dizziness starting to get to you. you could faintly feel someone grabbing your shoulders, and after a few seconds your vision began to return and the ringing in your ears slowly dissipated.

“...(y/n)?! are you alright?!” in front of you was kazutora, worry strewed over his pretty face. “are you hurt?! what happened-?!”

“i’m fine kazu…just deathly sick…” you murmured, your eyebrows pinched together. “please stop shouting…”

“deathly sick?! do i need to take you to the hospital??”

“i just told you to stop yelling, and no. i’ll probably be fine in a couple days, i was joking. lemme get in bed, please.” at your request, kazutora released his hands from your shoulders, though they hovered near you as you walked the last few steps to your bed, scared that you were going to get a wave of dizziness again.

as soon as you sat down again the dizziness went away, making you feel a bit better. you watched as kazutora hovered over you; you could see the unsaid question on his face, wondering if there’s anything he can do to make you feel better.

“you can sit down y’know, i’m not actually dying. i’m glad you’re here actually; i was getting so bored.” you groaned, patting the spot next to you for kazutora to sit down. “i’ve been sitting here staring at my phone, waiting for people to text me. how lame is that?”

he hesitantly sat down next to you, disregarding your words as his hand went to feel your forehead. the coolness of his hand felt nice against your heated flesh, making you sigh a bit in relief.

“you feel really warm…” he murmured, somehow managing to look even more worried. “have you taken any medicine?”

“no…” you answered, a bit embarrassed. you’d been feeling too dizzy to go and get medicine from the store, but you supposed that you should have kept some on hand just in case.

at your words, kazutora suddenly sprung up, mumbling something about having to make a call as he exited your room and stepped out into the hallway. he closed the door, so you could only hear him talking to someone on the phone, but nothing more than just muffled parts of it. after almost five minutes, he came back in your room, a determined look on his face.

“i-i’ll be back!! just give me a bit, but i’ll be back!” before you could say anything else, kazutora walked across your room, opening the window and climbing out of it.

dumbfounded, you sat in silence for a moment before flopping back, burying your face in your pillow.

“he left the window open…”

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

kazutora is feeling very unsure of himself right now.

despite consulting who he thinks is an expert in these things, he isn’t sure if he’s gotten the right things, and he sure as hell has no clue whether or not it’ll actually help you.

he’s taken it upon himself to help nurse you back to health; he hasn’t been sick a whole lot of times, but he knew that every time he was sick his mom would always make a bowl of rice porridge and would make him drink a capful of nasty medicine so that he would get better. he knows that you can take care of yourself, and he also knows how much you like being independent, but in all honesty, it gave him a big scare when he saw the state you were in earlier. paired with the fact that you live alone, he was worried that your sickness might get worse and that you wouldn’t call anybody to help you, (he knows that probably wouldn’t happen, but he can’t stop himself from thinking these things).

and so here he was, nervously biting his nails as he walked back to your house from the convenience store, a plastic bag in his other hand containing all the essentials for taking care of sick people, (according to chifuyu).

when he arrived at your window, he carefully climbed through, not wanting to scare you.

“(y/n), i’m back-...” kazutora immediately shut himself up when he saw that you were asleep, breathing softly and looking as peaceful as ever. he smiled a bit to himself, walking to your bedside and gingerly setting the plastic bag down beside him.

the other hard part of this was containing his feelings.

he had to admit to himself that he had become quite flustered when he’d seen you in just your tank top for that brief moment, glad that you hadn’t been looking his way while he got a handle on his emotions. he’d had an even harder time trying not to get flustered when you had leaned into his hand, resisting the urge to keep your hand on your forehead for longer, (he already had kept his hand there for longer than he probably should have).

as he watched you sleep, he noticed that your face was a lot more flushed than usual and that your breathing was quite heavy, which made him frown a bit. he wishes that he could transfer your sickness to him, that he could take whatever pain and discomfort you were feeling and give it to himself. he thinks that he feels more pain now just seeing you suffering than any other time he’s felt pain before.

kazutora is snapped out of his thoughts when your face twists in discomfort, your brows scrunching in your sleep. his hand reaches out all on its own, brushing some of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

what did chifuyu say again…?

“ah, cold packs…” he murmured to himself, digging through the bag beside him. after a few moments of searching, he found the package, ripping it open and taking a cold pack out. he peeled the sticker covering off and used his sleeve to wipe any sweat and stray hair off of your forehead, taking the sticky part and carefully pressing it to your forehead.

he’s not sure what else he can do since you’re still sleeping; he brought food for you to eat and medicine for you to take, but he’s also heard that sleep is the best medicine when you’re sick, so he’s not entirely sure if he should wake you up. he shouldn’t, right?

right.

he knows it’s probably weird to watch you sleep, but he swears he’s not watching in a weird way! he’s definitely not watching because the hair splayed around your face makes you look divine, no, of course not…

before he knows it, kazutora is leaning forward and he is pressing his lips against the cold pack on your forehead, and oh my god what is he doing?! he immediately leans back, a hand to his lips as he stares at you with wide eyes. you’re not awake, right? he can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing, because did he just take advantage of the fact that you were sleeping?

oh god, i’m definitely a freak.

you’re just glad that the flush from your fever covers up your flush from getting a kiss from the boy you like.

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ashs-random-writing · 19 days

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Mushroom Circles

Chapter Nine

Ao3

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When an accidental blood sacrifice leaves him in a strange new world, Roman has to hide

Logan would like to know what has been eating all the fruit

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Roman glared at Janus, who was now having a laughing fit. Ugh, he felt sick after that little levitation stunt. The fact that Janus was only laughing, and showing absolutely no remorse for their actions just made Roman feel…

For lack of a better term, blegh.

He felt blegh.

It was like every negative emotion was stacked on top of each other in one horrific sandwich. He was angry, he was scared, he was upset, he was jealous that the faeries had every advantage over him, and he was so, so tired of dealing with all of this.

Was it too much to ask that he be able to go home? Was it too much of an unreasonable request that he get put in a situation where someone, anyone even, would understand him? Just someone who he could talk to?

He pushed his head into his hands and leant backwards. He was sick of this, he was so, so sick of this.

The faeries were discussing something above him. He hated how loud their voices were. He hated that he had virtually no context to help him figure out any words- he hated that he even had to.

He hated that he had to be saved from drowning in what was pretty much a puddle, he hated how much attention Logan and Patton put into making him less startled- it was embarrassing.

On the flip side, he hated how little attention Janus put into the same- it was dehumanising to be treated like a simple plaything by someone so much larger than him.

He hated how he couldn’t even say anything to them. His little outburst had been the first time he’d spoken in front of them (other than when he was drowning, but that was special circumstances), and all it did was make Janus laugh. They could understand him only as much as he could understand them- less, even.

He knew their greetings, he knew how they apologised. They didn’t know this stuff about him.

He just… he just wanted to go home. He wanted to put this whole mess out of his mind and go home. He missed his bed, he missed his house, he missed his brother. He missed a whole lot.

He looked up at the faeries. All three of them were too close to him. Patton was saying something to Janus, who actually looked somewhat apologetic, for the first time Roman had seen. Wow, never thought he’d see the day, he thought bitterly.

Where was this sympathy before the torment that they’d subjected Roman to? He watched them go back and forth in conversation for a small while, before Janus, looking as though they had a gun to their head, turned to look at him.

“I’m.. sorry,” they said, with a vaguely apologetic tone, though it was clear that their words were being forced to be spoken. It was the same words the other faeries used as an apology, so the meaning was quite clear to him.

Roman re-crossed his arms, and turned away from them. Their apology was certainly not accepted. Especially not since they clearly weren’t giving it of their own accord.

He heard the chatter start back up again. This time he had no clue what was being said, but he had simply stopped caring at this moment in time- he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything while he was still thinking about home.

He couldn’t bring himself to care, when he was still shaking from being levitated and brought across such a distance in an instant like he was one of the mere objects the faeries did the same to.

He couldn’t bring himself to care when he was in such a position.

How would he even figure out what was said, anyway? He couldn’t just magically understand languages. He sighed.

He felt a light touch on his arm, and unwillingly flinched. It was just Patton, but the physical touch was startling to say the least. God, it had been weeks since he had a human near him, he missed it-

Quickly snapping out of his thoughts, he looked up at the faerie, who was staring down at him with that pity-filled face. He looked away, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

He knew full well how pitiful he looked. Hell, he felt just as pitiful. Perhaps more so. Didn’t make it any less infuriating. Embarrassing. Annoying? He didn’t know.

He grumbled under his breath, and looked back up again.

He was sure that they certainly felt bad for him, but he was fairly certain that they didn’t entirely understand the length of his sorrows. How much he missed of home, how undeniably scared he felt in their mere presence, how much power they truly held over him (how much more they could if he ever gave his name).

He smiled, unsure of his exact emotions (he was still feeling blegh) but knowing it was always better to put on a confident mask than to show his weakness.

Patton’s hand was still close to him, twitching as though they wanted to grab him. He ignored that, taking a deep breath; Patton was always good at making sure he wasn’t grabbed without his consent.

That wouldn’t change (hopefully. He didn’t want to think about anything like that) but the way their hand was lingering there was making him nervous. He looked at it, and back at them a few times, feeling like he was trembling.

But he shouldn’t have been. He was just being scared for no reason at this point.

Their hand retracted with a small apology to him, and he nodded.

——

Patton had not been very pleased with his cousin after they had pulled such a stunt with Tiny. To be quite honest, he wasn’t pleased after Janus had first met Tiny, either.

The problem seemed to him that it was Janus’s lack of understanding of Tiny’s point of view, and why they were as scared as they were. Not even Patton knew everything that was going on with them, though he could piece together bits and pieces from their reactions.

They were scared. They were scared of Patton, they were scared of Logan, and they were terrified of Janus (and after their first meeting, who could blame them?).

They were small. They were afraid. They were fragile. They didn’t seem to have magic. They didn’t understand anything Patton said to them.

Patton could barely resist the urge to scoop them up into his hands and hug away their negative emotions.

Over the past few days of them living with him, he’d made progress on that front, actually. He’d been allowed to hold them in his hands a few times (only if he was able to find a way to get their consent, of course. He really, really didn’t want his guest to be uncomfortable).

They were… light. Like he was carrying barely anything at all.

Apparently, that rang true for how easy it was to levitate them as well, based on Janus’s smug grin at the way they were now sat on Patton’s kitchen counter.

Patton stared for a few moments as Tiny clearly took in their surroundings. They looked slightly paler than usual, which Patton knew tended to be a bad thing. Before he could say anything, Tiny crossed their arms and in a tone that sounded half angry, half upset they said something.

Patton hadn’t heard them speak before, except for that first time he and Logan had found them. Unfortunately for them, their moment of bravery in finally speaking (though it wouldn’t have been understood either way) was undercut by Janus beginning to laugh.

Patton couldn’t help the way anger began to rise in him- Tiny was going through a lot, why didn’t Janus see that? Why didn’t Janus understand how much he was upsetting them?

“Janus, what are you doing? Why would you do this?” He asked, as Tiny was sitting with their head in their hands (luckily not crying this time- Patton didn’t think he could handle that heartbreak again)

Janus’s laughter calmed down

“Oh, come on, I barely did anything!”

Logan was staying silent right now, but Patton could almost sense the glare that he was giving to Janus. Patton took a deep breath

“Janus. Have you ever once stopped to consider this situation from Tiny’s perspective?” He asked, though he already knew the answer

Janus, like he often did, rolled his eyes, and crossed one set of arms, the others resting on his hips

“What’s there to consider? It’s being pampered, and fed, and you two dote on it all the time. It’s got a good life here,” he said, but Patton just shook his head

“We don’t even know where they came from, Janus. But we think it must be far away; can you imagine being in their position? Somewhere unfamiliar where you’re smaller than everyone, and you can’t understand anything people around you are saying, and they can’t understand you. Just think about how frightening that would be,”

Janus was beginning to look somewhat remorseful, but Patton pressed on

“Now imagine that while you’re just starting to be less scared, a new giant starts tormenting you every chance he gets. Does that sound good to you?” He asked, crossing his own arms in return, his wings flapping once in emphasis

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry or whatever,” he said

Patton nodded his head in Tiny’s direction

“I’m not the one who you should apologise to,”

“Seriously? It won’t-”

Patton cut him off

“They,” he said pointedly

Janus sighed “Okay, they won’t understand me,”

Patton just stared at him until he turned to look at Tiny, who was staring at all of them with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Janus said reluctantly.

They all watched for Tiny’s reaction. They crossed their arms and turned away from Janus, which wasn’t that shocking all things considered

Janus happened to have a bit of a grumble about it though.

Patton gently touched their arm with his fingertip, forcing himself not to marvel at the fact that his fingertip was the size of half their arm. He felt his heart breaking ever so slightly at the way they flinched

They stared at his hand for a few moments before looking up at him. Patton felt so bad for them, his hand lingered for a few moments before he noticed how nervous it was making them

“Sorry,” he apologised quietly, bringing his hand away

They nodded, and he took in the way they were smiling. He doubted it was a real smile

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@a-chilly-pepper @betamash @da3dm

#sanders sides gt #sanders sides fic #sanders sides story #sanders sides g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #sanders sides au #sanders sides #sanders side fic #g/t

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nrrrdgrrrl2002 · 1 year

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So I saw a really well made analysis on why splinter and raph are similar

(Please read it btw it’s well made)

So I wanted to explain why I think two other characters are similar.

Who are they?

Yup.

Lemme explain.

For starters, personality traits they share

Determination

Both put their all into any goal they want to achieve.

For shredder, this is killing splinter

For Leo, this is being the best ninja

This determination can be a bane and a boon, making both goal driven.

Both can also be extreme when these goals aren’t met.

See

Leo becoming extremely doubtful of himself/lashing out when he believes he can’t be a good leader. Whether it’s cause his brothers don’t respect him or he’s severely injured.

For shredder, he also severely lashes out when he can’t complete his goal. To the point he was willing to mutate himself to reach this goal.

Destructive anger

While splinter and raph have more obvious anger issues, Leo’s and shredders anger, when unleashed, is far more destructive.

Using two examples that are similar.

Shredder has killed many in his rage and destroyed the lives of many others. He doesn’t handle failure well at all. Shredders whole character is based on him being so stuck in his own anger he doesn’t think about the fact that what he’s doing is horrible.

While Leo tends to get stuck in his own head when he’s angry. Doing things like trying to take out a mother ship with a scout ship when his home planet has less than an hour left before being destroyed. Why did he do this? He was angry at fugitoid for not telling them something and got so caught up in that anger he didn’t think through his actions.

Hypocrisy

Shredder

“Mutants are vile creatures”

Turns himself into a mutant

“Karai. You are my daughter and I love you”

Constantly finds ways to mentally torture Karai for his own gain

“It’s your fault Karai is a mutant!”

Was the one who cut the chain

I could go on

Leo

“Donnie you can’t kill viziozo. It’s wrong”

Beheaded shredder

“Raph you can’t be this nightwatcher vigilante going off by yourself. We’re a team”

Goes off with Karai and shini to stop shredder without telling his team despite the fact that they would want to help.

“Mikey leatherhead is dangerous. Don’t try to be friendly with him”

Is constantly trying to get a known foot clan member on their side.

Idealism

Shredder sees himself as a victim who’s trying to protect his daughter and avenge his love (ok this is probably moreso delusion)

Leo sees himself as a true hero like captain Ryan and does everything he can to be like that.

Honor

Shredder is not an honorable man, but boy does he think he is. Shredder puts a lot of emphasis on what he thinks honor is,

Just like a certain blue clad turtle.

Black and white morality

Both of their moral systems lack nuance and complexity.

“I’m the hero for taking hamato yoshi out of this world”

“I’m the hero cause I let this mugger who beat up a blind man go”

“This person is evil cause they’re against me”

Taste in women

This is gonna sound weird but

Both seem to be attracted to women they know or at least, should know they shouldn’t be with.

For shredder, it’s Shen. A married woman. A woman married to his brother. He knows this, yet still tries to pursue a romantic relationship with her.

For Leo, it’s (Blegh) Karai, a foot clan member he thought was shredders daughter for a bit (so his cousin) who he then found out was his sister. Does he stop pursuing her after finding out she’s splinters daughter? NOPE. Even in season FIVE he was trying to flirt with her. Even Donnie and Casey stopped being weird towards april by season 4.

They also seem to want women they can save.

Shen is unhappy with her marriage at the moment and wants to move to America? I’ll give her that. I’ll get her away from her awful husband and save her!

Karai is a member of the foot? I’ll redeem her! Karai is splinters daughter? I’ll do whatever it takes to save her and bring her home! (That one’s not bad) Karais trying to lead her own foot clan? I’ll save her from herself!

Now. Here’s the big question.

Could Leo become like shredder?

HELL NO!

Why?

Splinter and his brothers. They could be d••ks to Leo and put too much pressure on him, but they make it clear to Leo that they love him and appreciate him for what he does and sacrifices (eventually)

I don’t think saki had that. His father didn’t seem to love him much and then there’s the whole “genociding his biological bloodline and then lying to him his whole life”

Leo and shredder may have similar traits, but just like how, despite being similar, raph would never become splinter, Leo would never become shredder.

This probably isn’t that well explained but my brain wouldn’t leave me alone until I made this analysis.

Hope y’all enjoy!

Feel free to add any parallels y’all have noticed!

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 shredder

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sharkpupsblog · 1 year

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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 6. Liar.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi!!! I have been feeling 💔 real poopy lately so i might . Take a break. 😔 If i do i will announce it on another post :( i want to keep writing but honestly I’ve been real blegh and I think i’m nearing burn out. Anyways i have nothing else to say rn so. Enjoy! :D

Edit: so sorry if y’all saw the draft that posted in the morning . 😭 i thought it was deleted since it didn’t show up scheduled or on my page??? Weird 🤨 anyways so sorry to those who saw it! Here’s the part! Enjoy!

Summary: You lie to Anne and you face the consequence of your action.

Warnings: mentions of feeling sick and mentions of eye contact.

You were never good at lying. Every lie you ever told was always discovered. Most of your lies were harmless. You usually lied about losing your homework or about doing a chore which you didn’t do. One time you even lied about your dad’s robe being cool. You told small lies that didn’t hurt anyone. Except the robe one that one definitely hurt your dad. Usually your lies never hurt anyone, they were small and they were harmless.

Until now… Now you were lying about having never met the druids most wanted enemy. You looked Anne dead in the eye, and you told her a druid took Khaan. You told her a druid whose name you did not know found you in the forest. You told her he took Khaan, and gave you your new mare to make the ride home. You felt guilt set deep in your stomach when Anne smiled at you. She believed you… She believed you were telling the truth. She believed you were being 100% honest with her. She believed you because what proof did she have to back up that you would lie to her?

The leader believed, but her friends didn’t. As you told your story Lisa, Linda, and Alex gave you looks that told you exactly how they felt. Lisa asked you “what was his name?” You repeated that you were too busy making your way out of the forest to ask any questions. Linda asked, “how did you keep the bridle?” You said he had a halter on hand, and when you saw it you asked to keep your bridle. You added that it was too cool to let him take it. Alex asked, “why are you at the docks?” You told her you were walking around in hopes of finding the group. Anne’s friends did not get to ask you any further questions because Anne spoke.

She told you she was sorry about Khaan. You gave her your best fake sad look telling her that it was “okay” and that he was in “good hands.” At least that part was true. You listened to her as she told everyone that since the mission was over it was time to go back to Valedale. Now you were riding side by side with Anne. You felt guilty for lying to her. Really, really guilty so guilty you felt like you were going to be sick. Your only comfort for how you were feeling was your mare. She neighed at you, and she nipped at your pants. She could feel how you were feeling. It did not take a magical bond for her to feel how awful you felt.

You smiled sadly at her giving her a pat on her shoulder which earned you another neigh from her. She was the only horse making noise. All the other horses were quiet. Just like their riders they too were highly suspicious of you. You had an awfully familiar scent of smoke. The scent and your mood only made their suspicions worse. If only their humans had a good nose like them. Then they would know exactly who you were hiding from them. Ever since you left Goldenhills you had all been riding in an uncomfortable silence. That was a full day ago.

The silence was slowly killing you. You were getting closer to your home. You were in the heart of Hollow Woods. You really wanted to ride back by yourself, but Anne said she had to deliver you. If she let you go alone and you got hurt Avalon would never let her hear the end of it. He would surely have her kicked out of the Soul Riders for not keeping an eye on you like she said she would. She couldn’t lose you again. When the silence became too much for you, you asked Anne if you could change the pace from a walk to a gallop.

Luckily for you she accepted. Now you were all galloping through Hollow Woods. When you saw Valedale show up in the distance you let out a sigh. You could not wait to be home. You couldn’t wait to order a pizza, sit down with your dad, and forget everything that happened. Some stuff was good though, so you decided to forget most of it but not all of it. You all slowed your horses as you rode into Valedale. You looked down at your mare giving her a big smile, she let out a whinny.

“You’re going to love Valedale, girl!” You didn’t know if the mare had a name, so you were just calling her girl. You did not see a tag on her bridle like the one Khaan had on his. Did Sabine even name her? Your mare let out a snort. The long ride had drained most of her energy. You comfort her by saying “we’re almost home girl.” When you made it home you got off your mare leading her into the little walk-in barn that belonged to Khaan.

Your dad bought it pre-built. It was set up quickly so Khaan would have somewhere to rest while he healed. Now the walk-in barn belonged to the mare. She stood patiently as you took off her tack and you groomed her. She relaxed as you brushed her mane. After she was all brushed you gave her hay, water, and some treats. She thanked you by licking your hand when you held out the treats. You said goodnight to her, and you headed home holding your licked hand away from you.

You walked inside, and you saw the Soul Riders in the kitchen. You thought they had already left. It looked like they weren’t planning to leave anytime soon since your dad was making them something to eat. It all started with them in your kitchen and now it ended there too. Your feelings had changed though, you went from anger to guilt. What an awesome change. You decided to join everyone for dinner, but first you had to wash your hands.

You laid down letting out a sigh as your sore muscles tried to relax. It was nice to be back in your bed. Nothing beat being back home in your own bed after a long trip. Your dad stood at your door. He smiled warmly at you, and you smiled back tiredly. “Goodnight” he said in a whisper. You replied to him with “goodnight dad” your volume was a bit louder than his.

Your dad gave you a nod before gently shutting your door. When his steps went quiet, and you heard his room door close you sat up. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand. It was charging, so you had to be careful not to pull on the cord. You opened up the contacts app, and you looked through it. You were really sleepy, so the screen looked like a blurry mess. It took you a while to find the number you wanted.

You pressed it being careful as you pressed the text icon. It was dangerously close to the call icon. You definitely did not want to call the owner of the number. It was late at night it would be rude to call her even if it were by accident. Your phone took you to the texting app. You watched as the little text bar flickered as it waited for you to write a text. You thought about what to write. You did not want to sound super formal… You also did not want to sound too informal… You thought it over for a bit.

When you felt like you came up with something good you started typing. ‘Hi! Meet in Everwind? Saturday?’ it was Wednesday so Saturday was two days away. You felt the text was good because it was short and straight to the point. You felt it was too lame and a bit mysterious, so you added a :) and you also added who it was from. You sent the text, and you put your phone back down on your nightstand. You were about to lay back down, but you were stopped by your phone buzzing. You looked at the screen seeing it light up. A text containing ‘sure’ with a thumbs up and a horse emoji flashed across your screen.

Ty for reading! :D while editing my wifi suddenly went down and everything i had on here was . Deleted. Thats it thats my last straw i am never writing again 💀.

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sabinessoxreader #sabinessofanfic #annevonblyseensso #lisapetersonsso #alexcloudmillsso #lindachandasso #avalonsso #mentioned >#khaansso #sabinesso #ssofanfic #honestamente creo que voy a borrar mi cuenta .#sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣#lookingforssomoots💔

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c0rpseductor · 6 months

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blegh

i need to not use twitter so much or stop looking at comments bc it’s just made me so infuriated and sick to see the demonic stuff people are saying about palestinian people. i actually had a nightmare about it last night bc it’s been making me so angry. and there is no point even arguing with them because they don’t care about what is right and humane, they’re cruel and racist and evil on purpose, nothing will shame them or change their minds. i can’t and won’t turn a blind eye to what’s happening but it just does not help anyone for me to scroll through the replies on evidence of what’s happening and see like 1 trillion blue checks talking about how gleefully bloodthirsty they are

it’s not like My Feelings on this are important or anything but it’s been frustrating that there is really so little i can do and that it’s so awful and just. it makes me so angry it’s clear and obvious genocide and people just think it’s fine. it’s fucking horrific. and im so disabled as to be functionally useless in any way beyond Posting just so these crimes aren’t covered up

i know whining is not really a fair or valuable thing to do when obviously the people really suffering from all of this are the victims, and i really don’t mean to say that i’m put-upon or burdened by sympathizing with them or anything like that. i’m sure a lot of you guys know what i mean, it’s just difficult to feel so angry at something and to feel so powerless to help at the same time.

i just like. i don’t know. it’s difficult to just hold in. it’s horrible what’s happening and it’s so cruel and awful and everyone in gaza and the west bank is suffering so much and it’s heartbreaking. it’s heartening that so many more people see through the lies and propaganda about this occupation and of course everyone needs to maintain hope and conviction that palestine WILL be free, it’s just. god.

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latenightdislyte · 2 years

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Hello!!

Can I request narmer x reader fluff story please??🥺🙏🏼

I was thinking about reader being zelmer's teacher who teach her lots of things. After a while, reader finally meet narmer and narmer ask her to be his partner in some private party!

(I feel flustered while thinking about it)

I hope you have a nice day!! :)

Blegh, I got sick the day we went down to meet up with family for pictures. It's been three days. Help.

My mind is a bit muddled from being sick so if this isn't what you were expected, I apologize. I'll have to go over it at a latter date when I'm better with a clearer head.

Anyways, enjoy!

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I stared down at my phone in contemplation. I had received an email from one of my students' parents, Zelmers to be exact. It asked in such a well mannered and formal way if I could keep the little girl after class for a bit longer, saying that something had come up with his work and didn’t want her to be home by herself. I was a bit hesitant, but it didn’t sound like there was much choice in the matter. I anxiously replied, wondering if it would be fine to bring the girl home with me, seeing as how he would be out for an unforeseeable amount of time, and I could bring her by after he had returned.

The bell rang the moment I sent the email, indicating that lunch was over and that the kids would be returning. I closed down my phone for the moment and brought up my lesson plans on my laptop, preparing for the next subject.

~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~

There were fifteen minutes left in class, I told the kids that they could talk quietly amongst themselves or read. Their choice. I opened my email seeing a notification. He believed he had a better solution, for me to accompany Zelmer to their home and stay there and watch her until he returned. I didn’t know how to respond. There was little time to think of something else or wait for a response from him to see if he agreed or disagreed with the new proposition. I have little choice in the matter now.

The bell rang to dismiss class. “Everyone have a nice day. Don’t forget your homework and supplies for our upcoming project. Zelmer, sweetie, could you wait here for a moment? Your father has asked me to do him a favor.” “Ok!” The young girl hopped over to my desk and waited. “He emailed me earlier and told me that he was going to be at work late and asked that I take you back to your place and keep you company there until he returns.” The little girl's eyes lit up in joy. “Really! Yay! Daddy sometimes comes home really late and I’m left with the maid. She’s nice, but she’s almost always busy and can’t play with me.” My heart broke a little for the kid. “Just wait here a moment and we can go, ok?” I collected some papers and my planner, setting them on my laptop before putting it all in my bag. I held my hand out to Zelmer for her to take and we headed out, locking up my classroom. “Alright Zelmer, lead the way.”

Zelmer happily led me down the road, jumping around and going on and on about the things she wanted to do when we reached our destination: show me around the house, show me her room and toys, and play games. I knew I needed to get some of these papers graded, but I wanted to keep her company and pay attention to her as well. Maybe I could distract her with a movie or show for a little bit, at least long enough to get some work done. I’d at least let her get wanting to show me around out of her system first. “We’re here! We’re Here! Come on!” She ran ahead a couple houses and started jumping up and down waving her arms in front of one.

I hadn’t realized how far we had walked or where we were, more concerned about keeping an eye on Zelmer as she happily ran around me, but looking around now I found that we had walked all the way to the upscale side of town. Fancy cars, beautiful gardens and large, multi-storied houses lined the streets making me immediately uncomfortable, not belonging in such a place what-so-ever. Zelmer on the other hand seemed completely comfortable and ran up to the front door of the house she had been jumping in front of, digging around and pulling out a set of keys from her backpack.

I hesitantly followed after her as she unlocked the door and swung it open, dropping her bag along the wall next to the door and running into the next room. I shut the door behind me and looked around the foyer for a moment. An extremely fancy light fixture hung from the high ceiling, a set of stairs curved up along the wall across from the front door, under them the threshold leading to the room Zelmer had ran into, obviously the living room as a flat screen mounted over a fireplace was clearly visible over the back of the couch.

The tv clicked on and I could hear the young girl shout for me to hurry up. She sat on the ground next to the coffee table and had a few coloring books open on it. They weren’t normal kids coloring books, they were the ones with the intricate and beautiful designs, more specifically based on history and mythology, deities and mythical creatures and such. Zelmer patted the ground next to her and moved one of the books over. “Come sit over here, I have a coloring book for you and you can use my colored pencils. I’m gonna work on this one.” I sat down and looked to see what was playing on the tv. Looked like some animal documentaries. “Dad says I need to watch at least three documentaries a day. Doesn’t matter what they’re about, just as long as they’re not about things like aliens or mermaids and such.” I shrugged. “That doesn’t sound too bad, documentaries can be pretty cool to watch every now and then.” She shrugged as well, making a face, and returned to her coloring.

Time went by as we watched documentaries and colored. At some point I was able to pull her away from coloring and help her with her homework, finishing the third documentary half way through. The sound of the front door opening alerted us to Zelmers dad's arrival. “Zelmer, I’m home!” The girl quickly got up and ran to the front door, greeting him joyously. I looked at my phone and saw that two, almost three, hours had already passed.

I began gathering my things and pushed myself up, brushing myself off and straightening my outfit. “Ah, you must be Zelmers' teacher. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I’m Narmer.” I looked up and was awestruck by the man standing at the entrance of the room. I had never met him in person before, he was usually super busy when it came time for parent teacher meetings and such, and was stunned. He was absolutely stunning, a very well dressed esper with an air of elegance and power, a commanding and intimidating presence. He held out his hand as if to shake mine. “O-oh yeah, It’s nice to meet you too.” I took it, only to bush and become a bit bashful as he brought my hand up and kissed my knuckles.

“I thank you for taking time out of your day to keep my little Zelmer company while I took care of some business. I usually try to get through with my work so I can meet her at the entrance of the school, but this couldn’t be avoided.” He slowly dropped my hand and I pulled it back to nervously hold the strap of my bag. “Oh, it’s no problem! I enjoyed spending time with her. She’s very well disciplined and behaved compared to most others her age.” He smiled proudly. “I’m glad that’s the case. I’ve done my best to raise her properly after finding her, but I’ve always worried about her, being adopted can be hard for some kids and I’ve never known the truth to her situation. Although, I can’t take all of the credit. I’ve heard that you have been teaching basic manners and common courtesy to the students on top of their normal subjects. You have my gratitude for aiding me in this way.” He had strolled over to the kitchen bar as he spoke, pouring himself a glass of some expensive looking wine.

He approached me, glass now in hand. “If I’m to be honest with myself, it’s a shame I haven’t gotten to meet you sooner. You’re quite a beautiful young lady, it’s an honor to set eyes on someone so… ” Narmer gently gripped my chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted my head up to meet his eyes. “-gorgeous.” To say I was speechless would be an understatement, my face was probably flushed a concerning amount by now. “I have an event coming up, a… formal, private affair. Bringing a guest is optional, but I feel that having someone as gorgeous as you by my side would be quite pleasant and make the event more enjoyable. If you would be so gracious to accept my invitation, of course.” I didn’t know what to say. It was an honor to be invited to such an important event by a man of his standing, but I felt that this was way out of my league, I’m just a teacher and had never even met this man before now.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never been good with social events. Besides, I don’t even have anything fancy to wear to such an ordeal.” He chuckled. “That won’t be much of an issue, I can get an outfit suited for you no problem, as for socializing, there won’t be much need for that. Attending this is more of an obligation for me than a pleasure so I won’t be doing too much of that myself, in fact I’d like to take the opportunity to get to know you better.” I thought for a moment, I guess there would be no harm in trying this just once. “Well… I guess I can give it a shot. I’m not one for formal events, but attending one can’t be that bad.” “Perfect!” He turned and pulled me over into the kitchen with him.

Narmer pulled out a card from a drawer and wrote on the back of it before handing it to me. “Meet me here at noon on Saturday. We can grab some lunch and go pick out something for you to wear after. The event itself is on Sunday. Zelmer has private lessons on the weekend so she will be looked after while we’re out.” He held my hand again and bowed his head down, kissing my knuckles once more. “I’m actually looking forward to this now that I have someone to accompany me. Thank you for gracing me with this opportunity.” Honestly, this man was almost too much for me to handle. Too prim and proper. Too formal and fancy. But, I would feel bad declining his offer. If it didn’t go well and I was too uncomfortable I would tell him so. “It’s no problem. Really. I think it would be nice to get to know you better as well. I look forward to it.”

He led me to the front door and we talked a bit more before bidding our farewells and parting. I felt giddy the whole way home, clutching the card he had given me in my hands, reading what he had written on the back, his number and the time of our meet up. I couldn’t help the nervous smile that made its way on my face. Excited yet anxious for what was to come.

#dislyte writing #dislyte #dislyte x reader #dislyte fanfiction #sfw #dislyte blog #narmer x reader #narmer dislyte

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la-lauren · 2 years

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Yesterday and today, I haven’t felt well. Just the weak, feel like I’ll fall over while I’m standing feeling. Vague nausea.

I think it’s lack of iron because I haven’t been taking it. I was going to start it again the day I drank the poisonous (to me) iron drink, but I decided to hold off after that happened. I’ve been scared to start the iron again because I bought a different kind I’ve never tried, and I’m nervous it’ll go about as well as that drink went.

But I’m just feeling so sick. I have to be consistent with it. I think it’s been a month since I ran out now and I haven’t been taking it. It’s catching up with me. And I think my period is due to start in the next couple days too. blegh

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smol-bean-buchanan · 3 years

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loki explaining how to catch the variant

mobius trying to have a nice quiet lunch

#i tapped out the second he started going overboard with the salt and pepper #like loki my guy if the variant doesn’t kill him you probably will with the amount of sodium you’re piling on #you know what it’s not even edible at that point #even less because he pOURED THE FUCKING JUICE OVER IT #i’m sick just thinking about it blegh #mcu #marvel #marvel studios #loki #loki laufeyson #loki series #agent mobius #mobius m mobius

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mieltelecheycrema · 3 years

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Just got an idea for an ageswap kinda sorta au hold on

#it’s gonna be sick oh my god #mielmbles #I’m gonna ramble about it right here acut #actually #so basically it’s reigen being a dumbass and meeting mob usual usual serizawa comes along because psychic rumors yeah #that reigen is a psychic not mob but they both end up bothering mob and he’s too nice to tell them to go away #blah blah blah telepathy club ritsu met the telepathy kids at a younger age whatever what ever #toichiro is ageswaped but as super old and bitter hehe so claw is still a thing and teru is a part of claw okay okay #blah blah blah shou is there still against his father but more quietly #okay back to the mob thing first because I realized I messed up my phrasing mob is not too nice to tell them to go away and tells them #multiple times but them he sees himself in lil serizawa or whatever #it doesn’t matter I’m working through it leave me alone #okay so yeah toichiro is the only one who is ageswapped as older everyone else is the same #which makes claw a lil more fucked up yeah hm okay I’ll just pick and chose who is ageswapped #anyways so yeah claw takedown basically but teru is there as a claw member #cause like kid would get worn down eventually if claw wanted him that bad #he took at least four years of claw harassment and I feel like claw would only keep finding stronger and different esperas if they kept on #going and teru was already lonely as hell tbh #hm it’s a little out of character thinking a lil harder but it’s also really interesting to me #blegh that’s what I have right now I think #it is cool to me

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pilothusband · 3 years

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All Hail The King

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Alcohol, oral sex, p in v sex, praise kink. I’m a horny bitch, okay? This is purely indulgent.

Word count: 5k

Author’s note: Special thanks to @wyn-dixie for reading this over before I posted it and for enabling this filth. ❤️ This idea entered my brain randomly and I had to write it out. Please let me know what you think! I want your feedback. If I had Photoshop I would have made an edit of Frankie with a crown for this but I don’t have it so here’s this gif instead.

The bar is humming with activity, but the table you’re nestled at in the back provides enough shelter to allow you all to converse without having to yell at each other.

You’ve been nursing a glass of water for a while now, since you’re the designated driver this week. It doesn’t bother you, though— you’re just happy to be out with your friends.

Every once in a while you steal a glance over at Frankie, who’s sitting diagonally across the table, next to Santiago who is directly across from you. Benny is to your left, his large body crowding you into the wall, and his brother Will is at the head of the table.

“Hey Fish,” Benny claps a hand on his shoulder. The force of his hand jostles Frankie’s solid body backwards a little, but to his credit he doesn’t flinch. “How are things with that girl you were seeing? Jennessa? Jennifer?”

You take a sip of your water and look down at the table to mask your interest at the sudden change in conversation.

“Jessica,” Frankie clears his throat. “They aren’t. We didn’t have much in common so she broke it off after a few dates.”

Queue the internal cheering. Jessica was a bit of a wet mop, to be honest. She never had anything to say when Frankie brought her around and she would scoff at everything that was slightly unsavory in her eyes. Deep down, you had to come to terms with the jealous twinge you felt in your gut every time she would squeeze Frankie’s shoulder affectionately, her immaculately manicured nails pressed harshly into his jacket.

“I’m sorry, Fish,” Benny said, slinging his arm around the man, the clumsy movement knocking his hat slightly askew. “Her loss, brother.”

“Here here,” Santi agrees, raising his bottle in the air. “To the king!”

Benny cheers clinks his bottle against Santiago’s echoing his sentiment. Will huffs out a laugh and Frankie groans, hiding his face in his hands.

You gape at the two men in question, but they just giggle like a couple of school girls.

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty,” you say, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. You look over at Frankie as he takes an impatient sip from his drink.

Benny just about spits out a mouthful of beer onto the table.

“Shut the fuck up, guys.” Frankie warns his friends. “Seriously.” Santi and Benny give him an innocent look. Will focuses his gaze on the bottle he’s holding, picking at the paper label, damp and curling at the edges from condensation .

Santiago leans towards you, his breath hot in your ear.

“We call him the pussy eating king.”

You thank the powers above you weren’t mid-sip, because the choked sound that emits from your throat was both involuntary and sudden. Heat blossoms in your stomach and your thighs clench together as you make eye contact with Frankie. He looks away nervously, embarrassed even.

“So was this a self coronation or..” You trail off, grinning at the flush on Frankie’s cheeks.

“It was that really talkative chick he was seeing for a while,” Benny says, turning to you. “Brianna?”

“Brenda,” Frankie sighs.

“So Brenda crowned you the pussy eating king?” You ask Frankie, who still refuses to meet your eyes.

He grumbles in response, waving off the subject.

“Yeah, she went on about it in detail for the whole night one time. I think you were away for a work trip or something” Santiago is absolutely smirking, loving the way Frankie is physically shrinking under the group’s attention. “Come on Fish, don’t be so modest. You’re a beast in the sack, it’s a good thing!”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You remember why you weren’t there. It was because you couldn’t stand seeing Frankie so happy with another woman, so you feigned sick.

“Well, I can see why things with Brenda didn’t last,” you respond, knowing Frankie was kind of a private guy. “But hey, at least she can tell all her friends she got the royal treatment while it lasted.”

Benny, Santiago and even Will all roar with laughter, fists banging raucously on the table. Frankie huffs out an embarrassed laugh, despite himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” he takes a swig of his beer, emptying it. “I need another drink.”

“Hey Ben, what time is your fight next week again?” Will calls over to his brother. You’re grateful for the change of subject. Frankie’s had enough torture for one night and you aren’t sure how many more details about Frankie’s sexual prowess your nether regions can take.

Benny turns towards Will to talk about his upcoming match and you take a sip from your glass to try to hide how flustered you’re feeling. Did this bar get hot all of a sudden?

The glass lands back down with a dull thump and you look up to find Santiago studying you, his eyebrow raised.

“What?” You don’t mean to sound aggressive, but his gaze is unnerving, as if he’s trying to suss out something you’re hiding.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He smirks and tips up his beer, taking a long gulp. You roll your eyes at him and look down to pick at your nails.

A few moments later, Frankie returns with a fresh beer and you can feel Santiago turning his face in your direction again to read your body language. You school your reaction, fingers digging painfully into your pint glass. Sometimes Pope is too fucking nosy for his own good.

He must lose interest after a moment though, because he turns his attention back to Benny, who’s still talking about his upcoming fight.

The topic doesn’t come up again, thankfully, and you’ve dropped all the boys off at their separate destinations, save for Frankie, who lives the closest to you.

The car ride alone with him isn’t as tense as you were expecting, since his tongue has been loosened with the fair amount of alcohol he’s had tonight. You both chat easily about the upcoming week and how much you’re dreading going back to work on Monday.

You can’t resist one smart remark though, as you pull up to Frankie’s house.

“Your castle awaits, my liege,” you quip, trying and failing to hide your amused smile as you look over at him.

Frankie throws his head back and laughs freely, opening the car door with a wink.

“Goodnight, my queen,” he bows exaggeratedly before shutting the car door.

The butterflies don’t tamp down until you’re securely inside your own apartment, locking the door behind you.

That night was a month ago, which means it’s been a whole fucking month since your brain flew the coop. Every time Frankie does just about anything with his mouth, everything else around you ceases to exist.

Take last Thursday, for example. Frankie dropped by after work to help you change your porch light, since the fixture is too heavy and the light is too high up to easily reach.

He steps up the ladder with ease, unscrewing the fixture and holding it with his left hand. He puts the screwdriver in his mouth so he can hold onto the ladder as he gingerly hands you the fixture. You grab onto it and hand him the replacement bulb so he can swap them out.

He gets the lightbulb in and gestures towards you to hand the fixture back, which he screws back in before stepping down.

“Blegh,” he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, an action that has your last two brain cells screeching to a halt. “Screwdrivers taste awful.”

His statement is cute, self-deprecating, and you try to respond appropriately but all you can do is gape at him like a fish out of water.

‘Get your shit together, he’s wiping off the taste of rust, not your pussy,’ you try to mentally shake yourself out of your stupor, but it does no good.

He turns back towards his toolbox to drop the screwdriver in and close the lid.

“All set,” he says, dusting off his jeans. He sounds a little uneasy, probably because you’re acting like a complete weirdo.

“Thank you so much, Frankie. I really appreciate it.” You find your manners and pull him in for a hug, secretly reveling in how good he smells.

“Any time,” he tells you as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes softly.

Before he pulls away you make a spur of the moment decision, and reach up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He’s so impossibly warm and so inviting, you can feel your heart flutter in your chest. The sparse hairs on his face tickle your chin.

Frankie clears his throat and ducks his head down, mumbling a hurried goodbye before he heads back to his truck, toolbox in hand. You don’t miss the way his lips are turned up and the crows feet make an appearance in the corner of his eyes, nor do you miss the brilliant flush that spreads over his face and down his neck.

It’s Saturday now and your torment knows no end. You decide you’re too tired to go out and opt to invite the guys over for a movie night, to which they all agree.

You decide you’ll just have to look away every time Frankie takes a sip of a drink, or eats a handful of popcorn. Or God forbid, if he licks his lips.

The group chat has been a nightmare, with everyone trying to come up with a movie to watch. Benny wants to watch The Expendables, Will mentioned something about wanting to see Dunkirk for ages now and Santi is playing devil’s advocate, disagreeing with all of their choices but not coming up with one of his own.

Frankie has been quiet in the chat, besides initially agreeing to come over initially.

It’s 9:00 PM, you have a 30 rack of beers in the fridge and some popcorn set out for everyone. All you have to do now is wait for the guys to arrive. Your phone chimes with a notification from Benny.

Benny and the Jets 🥊: Sorry lady, I got called in for a last minute practice. Raincheck?

Ironhead 🦸🏼: I gotta duck out too. The lady wants to have a date night. Sorry!

You type out a reply to them, a little disappointed but bidding them a good night all the same.

A knock sounds on the door and you rush over to answer it. The door swings open to reveal Frankie, wearing the softest looking navy blue hoodie you’ve ever seen, along with his Standard Oil cap. He looks as unsure as ever, holding a bottle of red wine.

You chirp an over-enthusiastic greeting, internally cringe at it, and step aside to welcome him in.

“I know you like red wine, so I got some for you on the way here. I hope it’s the kind you like.”

You accept the wine and look at the label. It’s a California Zinfandel. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite wine.

“I love it, thank you so much.” You pull him into a hug, nuzzling into the soft material of his sweatshirt. He returns the hug just as enthusiastically, pulling away to kiss your forehead.

“Is Santiago on his way?” You ask, padding into the kitchen to grab a glass from your cabinet. “Do you want a glass? Or I have some beer if you’d prefer.”

“Beer is perfect, thanks,” he says a little breathily as he looks over at you. “Santiago said something came up and that he’s sorry.”

Something feels a little fishy with the three of them ducking out all at the same time, but you don’t mention it as you hand him a beer and search through your drawer for a bottle opener. A few minutes later, you’re both set up on the couch and are scrolling through Netflix for a movie.

“I have no idea what to watch. Do you?”

“Want to watch Civil War? I know the guys will bitch we’re continuing the rewatch without them but they can deal.”

You tip your head back and laugh, navigating over to your Disney+ app.

Frankie takes off his hat and sets it aside while you spread a blanket over your laps, braving a chance to scoot closer to him. He takes the hint and wraps his arm behind your shoulders, nestling you closer to his chest. You settle in and try to pay attention to the movie, despite the wild fluttering that is taking place in your stomach.

Frankie shifts uncomfortably and winces a little. You can tell he’s trying to hide it, but little does he know you’ve been watching every single movement he makes like a hawk. Or a nervous lap dog.

“Does your back hurt? I can move,” you start to get up but Frankie grabs onto your wrist and pulls you back in.

“No, stay. I just need to find a comfortable position.”

You make a soft noise of surprise when he lifts you up and pulls you towards him, settling back so he’s spread out on the couch. You’re settled on top of him, your legs stretched out over his with your back to the cushion, half draped over his torso.

This position has your heart thumping hard in your chest. His face was just a few inches from yours. All he’d have to do is tilt his face towards yours, and you’d be practically kissing.

Focusing on the movie is harder than ever. Your left hand rests on Frankie’s chest and your right is near his head. Without even thinking, you reach out and start stroking your fingers through his soft curls. He hums contentedly, the pleasant sound rumbling through his chest.

A hand makes its way up your arm leaving goosebumps in its wake, landing on your shoulder.

You brave a glance at Frankie and feel your heart stutter in your chest when you realize he’s been looking at you. His eyes are as dark as ever, twinkling against the flicker of your TV.

He closes the gap and captures your lips in a tender kiss. His lips are warm and soft, melding to yours perfectly. The brush of your mouths together is intoxicating. Your tongue darts out to lick at him and he complies, letting out a guttural moan at the sensation as your tongues meet languidly.

You shift your leg so it slots between his and both of your hands find his shoulders and squeeze them, eliciting a soft mewl from Frankie’s mouth. His hands are hot on your back and he slides one down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh over your leggings.

Your hips press into his, rutting into him, soft pants falling from your mouth– mingling with his. You need to be closer, closer, closer. He tightens his grip on your ass in response and rolls his hips so you can feel how hard he is against your belly.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, breaking the kiss, words tumbling out between his ragged breaths.

You can feel yourself throbbing for him, wetness rushing to your core as his hushed baritone makes your head spin with need. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’re convinced this is a dream. That there’s no way you’re dry humping the man of your dreams on your couch right now.

You duck down to hide your expression, not wanting to ruin the moment with your anxiety and doubt. You’ll take whatever this man gives you, even if it’s just this moment.

You busy yourself by peppering small kisses on his neck, trailing them up to his jaw.

“Hey,” he slows your movements and holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up gently up to look at him.

“I want you. I want this. Do you?”

You feel the urge to look away, his gaze is intense and laser-focused on you. Eye contact has never been your strong suit, so this was a lot for you to handle. But you fight the urge to flinch and stare back, searching to see if there was anything that will give away any trepidations. His expression remains hard set, serious but not unkind. It’s just like Frankie to have eyes as clear as day, giving away all of his secrets. They’re just like him— strong, unrelenting in their hardness and softness.

“Yes,” you reply. Your voice cracks a little, thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long.”

You feel embarrassment wash over you with the admission, but Frankie doesn’t let it last long before you crushes his lips to yours in a searing kiss. He breaks it off after a moment, lips swollen and pink.

“Baby, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

He strokes a hand down your jaw, his thumb caressing your skin as a goofy smile blooms over your face.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” he whispers, his thumb catching on the swell of your bottom lip. “Will you let me make you feel good?”

You blink and swallow heavily, a fresh wave of arousal flooding to your center as the deep rasp of his voice utters those words, smooth as caramel– dousing over you like kerosene on a fire.

You nod, not trusting your voice at this very moment.

“I need you to say it out loud, honey,” he says, his lips brushing against yours ever so lightly.

“Yes, Francisco,” you breathe out. “Make me feel good.”

He bites your bottom lip and tugs, then growls playfully before he grabs your shoulders and flips you over. You let out a delighted shriek, giggling as he lifts up the hem of your shirt and kisses every inch of skin that’s revealed.

“Wait,” you call out. He stops his movements immediately. “You first.”

Frankie grins. You want to press your fingers into the dimple that appears and feel the scratch of his beard under your nails. He leans back and lifts his sweatshirt over his head, the grey t-shirt he’s wearing sticks to the inside of it and he rolls both garments down his arms.

His chest is bare to you now, smooth except for a smattering of hairs in the middle of his chest, and a patch leading down into his jeans. You want to reach out and run your hands down the planes of his torso and follow the path of hair, but your arms aren’t long enough to reach.

You remove your shirt, leaving you in your leggings and bra. It’s a soft lace number, a delicate pink with no underwire. You watch as his hungry gaze roams over your chest. To your surprise, he doesn’t motion for you to take it off. Instead, he leans over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He moves downwards, tongue darting out to taste the salt of your neck. He continues his path and mouths between your breasts, one of his hands reaches out to squeeze the plump flesh in his large hand. You nipple instantly pebbles under his ministrations and he pulls the fabric aside to tease it with the pad of his finger. You moan softly at the sensation and yelp in surprise when he sucks it into his mouth and bites it, soothing the sharp sting with a flick of his tongue.

“Mmm, love how responsive you are already,” he hums, moving down. Your back arches as his mouth makes a hot trail down the rest of your torso. You look down and notice he’s left wet patches where his mouth has been, coating you in saliva and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

He reaches the waistband of your leggings and pushes them down, letting out a strangled groan when he gets an eyeful of your panties, the same shade of pink that matches the bra you’re wearing.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathes.

He peels your panties down your legs and pulls them off along with your leggings, leaving you completely bare from the bottom down. You start to cross your legs to hide yourself, feeling self-conscious at how exposed you are, but Frankie grabs your thigh to halt the movement.

“You better not hide this pretty pussy from me,” he says, licking his lips.

You half expect him to dive in, but he takes a moment to look at you. He’s resting a hand on your hip. His pointer finger makes a path down, tracing an invisible line up and down your slit. You hiss at the ghost of his touch and thrust your hips towards his hand, seeking out more friction.

Frankie lets out an amused chuckle at your reaction and leans forward to plant a wet kiss to your inner thigh. You let out a shaky breath in anticipation– your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest. He kisses up your thigh until he reaches the apex between your legs, then licks a stripe through your folds with the flat of his tongue, pulling a surprised gasp from your parted lips.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and you can’t help it– you buck up into his mouth and grab onto his hair and tug at the strands. He grabs onto the flesh of your hip and whimpers into your pussy. Despite being almost dizzy with need, you feel a rush of power knowing you have this effect on him.

“You taste so fucking good. So wet for me,” he punctuates his words with bold licks up and down. “Never want to stop.”

He changes patterns, making tight circles on your clit with his tongue. The sudden switch has you mewling and your legs clamp around his head involuntarily. Frankie grabs your thighs and wrenches them apart, hooking them over his shoulders as he latches onto your pussy. His hands are on your ass, holding you up as your back arches off the couch.

All you can do is scramble at the cushions below you for purchase as Frankie buries his face into your cunt, lapping at you with abandon. His tongue licks into you with an intensity you’ve never experienced before; it has you seeing stars.

You have no idea how he knows exactly how to manipulate your body to pull the pleasure from you so naturally. Every lick feels like it’s searching for treasure, every suck hits somewhere deep inside, reverberating through the muscles of your thighs and up in your abdomen.

He gently places you back down to the cushions and rubs at your entrance with his pointer finger, looking up at you for permission.

“Yes, please–“ you whimper brokenly. He complies immediately and plunges it into you, following with a second finger, and curls them up. His pace is slow at first and he flicks his tongue out to play with your clit at the same time. He’s soon spurred on by your moans and sets a brutal pace. You once again feel the urge to clamp around him to increase the pressure, but Frankie uses his broad shoulders to hold your thighs apart.

Seeing his shoulders, bare and perspiring from his intensive movements, so wide and flushed, coupled with the furrow of his brow, his eyes pinched closed, makes something primal within you awaken. You barely have time to feel your orgasm coming before it’s hitting you– thighs shaking, back arching, hands in his hair. You don’t even realize it, but you;’re shrieking his name, chanting it like a prayer. He’s groaning in reply, milking you through it with his fingers and tongue, lapping up your release, syrupy sweet and indulgent.

He doesn’t stop until you’re flinching from overstimulation. He kisses up your body lazily, taking his time before capturing your lips. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. He grinds into you, his jean-clad erection rubs against your aching cunt and rekindles the fire, molten heat shooting through your entire body.

“Wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” he says, panting the words into your mouth.

You moan and break the kiss.

“Want to take this to my room?”

He doesn’t reply, but instead swings his body off the couch and picks you up bridal-style. He stumbles a little with the first steps and you both laugh, kissing each other with each step he takes towards your bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed softly and you let loose another delighted giggle when Frankie flops over you dramatically, caging you in his arms. Your tongues tangle together in an impossibly sensual kiss. He’s momentarily distracted, caught up in the feel of your body underneath his with the soft touches of your tongue, and you take the opportunity to roll him over and straddle his hips.

Frankie is looking up at you as if he’s in awe, like he can’t believe you’re here right now, naked from the waist down and grinding down on his hard cock, tenting his jeans.

You move down his body and zip his fly down, pushing down the denim along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, hard and hot and leaking at the tip. You can’t help but lick the bead of precum, and a broken whine rips from Frankie’s throat. His hands are clenched into the sheets, knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping the mattress beneath him.

You’re bobbing your mouth up and down his length, tongue licking around his shaft and cheeks hollowing out. His moans are loud, constant. He’s babbling praise, telling you how fucking amazing your mouth feels, how badly he wants to fuck you. It’s a heady feeling, bringing a strong and quiet man to his knees like this. You love that he’s letting you know how much he’s breaking for you.

Your tongue finds its way down to his balls and you suck them into your mouth, moaning at the musky taste. His moans are high pitched now and his hand is squeezing your shoulder.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he grabs onto your hair to pause your movements. “I need to feel you.”

You give him one last broad lick up his shaft and shift back up, and look down at Frankie to catalogue the number you’ve done on him. He’s absolutely wrecked– brown eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling rapidly with his uneven breaths.

You remove your bra, stretching it over your head and throwing it to the side. Frankie follows the movement and lets out a needy, staccato moan at the sight of you, completely bare before him.

You reach down and kiss him soundly on the mouth, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” you coo, sinking down on his length.

“Fuck,” he grits out between his teeth.

You give yourself a moment to get used to his size and rock into him. His hands fly up to your chest, squeezing lightly and rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

“So fucking big,” you pant out. “So good for me.”

It seems Frankie loves praise as much as you do, evidenced by the twitch of his cock inside you.

Your pace is agonizingly slow. You’re trying to tease out the moment, stretch it out so it lasts forever. It doesn’t last long– you can’t stand it anymore. You bounce up and down on him, snapping your hips when they meet his.

“So fucking perfect,” he pants out. “Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You breathe out a moan and stop your movements. Frankie mistakes your pause for hesitation and reaches up to brush the hair out of your face.

“We don’t have to,” he says, voice gentle, brow furrowed in concern.

“No, fuck. No, Frankie. I want to.”

You gingerly get up and whimper at the loss when he’s no longer inside you. Frankie sits up, shoulders rocking forward and cock bobbing with his movement as he settles onto his knees. You watch him and bite your lip, getting on all fours and lifting your ass up in the air to present yourself to him.

Frankie can’t help the groan that falls from his lips and sinks forward to lay an open-mouthed kiss on your pussy from behind before he lines himself up. He enters you without hesitation, hips slapping against your ass rhythmically, setting a decisively fast pace.

All you can hear is the filthy sounds of your wet pussy as he pounds into you, along with your strangled moans, and his heavy breathing, laced with whispers of praise you can’t discern. The waves of pleasure are too much, too strong. You can feel the familiar build up of an orgasm. Your head is in the clouds as it climbs and climbs– then crashes.

His fingers on your clit is what does you in. Your whole body shakes and all you can do is whimper and moan around his cock while he fucks into you. The strong, practiced rock of his hips become sloppy as he chases his release, muttering words of adoration into the air as he pulls out and cums, spilling onto your back. He pulls every last drop out of his cock before collapsing over you, forehead resting on your spine as he catches his breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, once he’s caught his breath. “Should have done this ages ago.”

You both laugh and Frankie gets up to grab a wet face towel from the bathroom

A little while later, you’re both in bed, blissed out and wrapped up around each other. The movie, drinks and snacks are all forgotten. All that matters is here and now– your breaths mingling together as you kiss each other lazily, tongues probing slowly.

In the other room, both of your phones ping on the coffee table with unheard notifications.

The first text is from Santiago.The other boys follow suit, not a minute apart.

Pope 🤦🏻‍♂️: 👑

Benny and the Jets 🥊: 👑

Ironhead 🦸🏼: 👑

Neither of you see the texts until the next morning.

The following weekend, it’s Santiago’s turn to be the designated driver. He’s parked outside of Frankie’s house, waiting to pick both of your asses up. He starts to tap his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel after the first 15 minutes.

“What the fuck are they doing in there?” He asks Will and Benny. They all know the answer, but don’t say anything.

Meanwhile, Frankie has you crowded against the front door, your sundress is hiked up and his face is buried in your pussy. Neither of you can hear the sound of Santi’s impatient honking over your moans.

And if you end up going to the bar sans panties because you can’t find them before Santiago is pounding his fist on the door, well that’s just a secret you and Frankie will have to keep.

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stoneworldsimp · 3 years

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Can l request an senku x crybaby S/O? Where they are very sensitive to their own emotions and to theirs if they think senkus in a bad place they really try their best to make him feel better like sewing him a sweater, a handmade blanket and some maintenance since he doesnt take of himself from working very hard like a feet message.

Hi!! Oh my goodness thanks SO much for being patient. I appreciate it so much, anonymous messenger. I took a few liberties when making this, but.. I do hope you like it. :)

breathe,

senku x reader

warnings: crying, anxious thoughts, a kiss in the end

it was a good idea, no! a great idea. he’ll be sure to enjoy the gesture.

you reached the front of the lab, about to go in. making yourself known, you called out senku’s name. he called back to come in, and excitedly, you put your hand behind your back to hide the flowers. “i have a surprise for you, i found this huge meadow and—“

“hold on.”

“oh!” you suddenly realized that he was deep in thought, continuously jotting something down on the table. of course he was still busy. “i can wait, if that’s alright.”

he hummed in response.

minutes passed while you leaned against the wall of his lab, and it started to feel awkward. you waited for his okay to give him the small present you collected; a bundle of flowers from a field you came across just an hour or two before. you felt it was fitting to give some to him, he was always working hard, and though there was payoff from his finished projects, you always sensed that it never ended for him. just looking at the slight bags under his eyes made you tired; the heaviness reached your heart every time.

you also noticed how no one really gave him something in return, as a thank you or to even tell him he was appreciated. he wasn’t particularly a fan of flowers, you knew, but it was an on-the-fly decision.. and frankly, you just wanted to show him, not just tell him, that his knowledge means everything to you and the rest of the village.

for just a second, a split second, you saw him glance up from his work. you thought an eternity passed before he even acknowledged you again.

“…can you come later? i’m busy.”

“oh,”you drew yourself back into a corner. the strain on your arm became much more evident as you felt embarrassment sink in. was he mad? no, he’s probably tired. but he didn’t act like that around anyone else… no. he’s tired. he’s frustrated. i think, i think i saw some scribbles on his paperwork.

you placed the handful of flowers on the edge of the table, some smashed from your grip and some fallen to the ground, and walked away promptly. you kept yourself from saying good bye; you felt it’d make everything even more awkward. what if he really is mad at me for interrupting his work? he probably was in the zone.. and i ruined it. this was the worst way to tell him you appreciated everything.

a wipe to your face made your hand wet. it was hard to hold your anxious feelings in; sometimes even your anger turned into tears. silent crying became your super power after realizing how much worse it became when you made any noise. with a quiet sigh, you shook your head; you couldn’t get senku’s annoyed and dismissive expression out of your head. he’s sick of you, he’s sick of you, he’s totally sick of you and your horrible timing.

by the time you made it to your hut, your vision had become almost completely blurry. you flopped to your back and covered yourself with a blanket, finally letting a sob escape you. he works so hard, and that was how i repaid him? he’s probably pissed that i messed up his concentration. humiliation filled your chest the more you thought about the interaction. you tapped your forehead with your fingertips in an attempt to bring yourself back to earth; even you knew you had to take a moment to breathe. there was a way to fix it. another way to show him.

—

“can i come in?”

senku was met with silence; quite honestly, he was ready to wait outside your door for as long as it took for you to respond.

after you walked away in the lab, he knew he fucked up a little bit.

“i, i have something for you.”

the note he held started to feel gross in his hands, and so he sat down and slipped it under your door. to his relief, he heard shuffling around, and… did you give the note back? no, the paper was a different color. it was slightly bigger, too.

you both sat against each other, only the door to your hut separating you from touching. it was a safe barrier, you thought, and it helped you gain the courage to give him something.

it was less, even less than the fistful of plants from earlier. but, you decided, it was good to get the point straight across. no beating around the bush.

you heard him open the note.

YOU ARE APPRECIATED

a smile grew on his face; judging by the deep indent of your makeshift pencil on the paper and double underline of the message, you were very adamant to tell him this. suddenly your random visit and leave from earlier made sense. “were you trying to tell me this in the lab today?”

you didn’t respond; you only focused on how warm your face was when you opened his note.

you have my heart

he sighed before he continued. “i’m sorry for ignoring you like that, right when… you were attempting to tell me something that, that really means a lot to me.”

you leaned the back of your head against the door. “you deserve it. you work so hard that you don’t catch too many breaks. and nobody says anything, because, well.. they see how amazing your brain power is, but they don’t think of you as someone who can get exhausted.” you held his note to your chest. “after a while, they don’t thank you, either… it isn’t bad to forget sometimes. but i want to make an effort to remember. y’know..BLEGH, i should’ve waited until you weren’t busy—or, weren’t as busy—“

“no, i’m glad you came to the lab today.” looking down, senku held your note in his hand gently; he wanted to keep it in as pristine condition as he could. “thank you for the wake-up call.”

somewhat of a comfortable silence fell between you two. neither of you could see the other, but both of you shared the same warmth. it enveloped your insides, reaching your chest and cheeks and hands. you were sure you could feel his smile through the door.

“hey senku,” you said after a while, a smile on your face,”i like you.” you got up from your spot, brushing your legs off as you heard senku get up too.

senku laughed almost immediately after, and replied,”oh, really?”

you opened the door and saw him standing, smirk painted across his face. nodding your head gently moved the rest of your body; you closed your eyes right as you felt his hands take yours, notes still being held.

senku held them against his cheeks near the corners of his mouth; his head was dipped down slightly but his eyes were on your own lips. “i guess i like you too,”he mumbled.

you hummed fondly, opening your eyes; you wrapped your hands around his jaw and brought his face closer for a kiss. small and sweet, you both blushed when you broke away.

#dr stone #dr stone x reader #senku ishigami x reader #senku x reader #ishigami senku x reader #ishigami senku #senku ishigami #dr stone imagines #dr stone scenarios #senku ishigami fluff

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avionvadion · 2 years

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Since the next chapter is focusing on El’s birthday~ have this!

“September 17th! That’s… today, right? I can’t believe I actually made it this far! I was so anxious I didn’t get any sleep until well after midnight. How about you? Did you have pleasant dreams? They weren’t cursed, were they? What do I mean? Ah... good question.”

SUMMON

“I’m not the most useful person to have around, but I’ll do my best! Just tell me what to do, okay?”

SET HOME

“Huh? You want to to spend the day with me? Weird request, but sure! Ah- actually, have you seen Grim anywhere? He’s gone missing... again.”

HOME IDLE

“I feel so dapper in these clothes! Aren’t they fancy? Poma and Divus gave them to me. I wasn’t expecting them to just show up at my dorm like that. Scared the crap outta me and Grim.”

“I can’t believe the guys actually threw a party for me at Heartslabyul! I didn’t think anyone here would celebrate my birthday really- well, except Mr. Horns. He promised to visit before midnight! I’m so excited. I actually get to see him while wearing something nice for once!”

“Hm? You want a cinnamon roll? Here- since I’m so nice, I’ll even give you the bigger piece. Trey made them for me. I don’t care for sweets normally, but I have a weird sweet tooth for his pastries.”

HOME LOGIN

“Hey! Welcome back! Was starting to think you forgot about me…”

GROOVY

“I was never really good at making or keeping friends… but now I have a handful I’d do anything for.”

HOME TAP (GROOVY)

“I said it before- but I really don’t deserve them as my friends. They even teamed up and bought me a bunch of art supplies so I had something to do in my spare time! I swear they’re spoiling me… aren’t I supposed to be the older one here?”

HOME IDLE (GROOVY)

“I actually survived another year… with all the things and people trying to kill me, it’s a wonder how I did it. I guess Mr. Horns is mostly to thank for that- oh, and Ace and Deuce of course. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

HOME TAP

“Riddle gave me some boxes of tea. Lots of them are floral, which makes me super happy. I hate fruity teas. Oddly enough, I’m still fond of rose tea- ironic enough as it is. You’d think I’d be sick of roses by now. Hm? My brooch? It’s supposed to be a white rose painted red since most of my friends are in Heartslabyul, but… honestly, it just makes me think of the curse and all the bloody petals I coughed up. Blegh.”

“I seriously don’t know what it is about Trey’s sweets. They’re so good. And I hate sweets. I blame magic. They’re totally magic sweets. Have you tried the coffee cake he made yet? I have some in the fridge- I’ll go grab you a piece! Oh, but I gotta save a slice for Mr. Horns. He’s supposed to be stopping by tonight. H-Huh? I-I’m not… smiling that widely. You’re imagining things. He’s just… helping me with my curse, that’s all. Plus we’re friends. He doesn’t have many. It’s nothing weird, promise! Sh-Shut up!”

“Cater wouldn’t stop taking photos… ugh. I don’t really like having my picture taken, but no~ I’m the birthday girl, so he has to take all the photos no matter what I’m doing. Eating? Photo. Laughing? Photo! Opening the presents? Photo! I just wanna eat my cinnamon rolls, man, stop posting my gross face all over Magicam. Did you know he made an account for me after Riddle’s Overblot? Apparently I have a “fanbase” now. I… don’t really like it. It feels weird. I’d rather put up with bullies.”

“Ace made fun of me for crying again. It’s not like I want to cry. I’m just… I’m emotional, okay!? I never had friends like this before, o-or people who really cared about me so much! I can’t tell you how long it took before I accepted the fact that Ace and Deuce were truly my friends. Those goofballs are like little brothers to me. Hm? Yeah, they know. Ace makes fun of my “mushiness” while Deuce gets just as emotional as me.”

“Be honest; how do I look? I feel dapper, I think I look dapper- but do I look good in it? I love suits, I’ve just… never had the money to really wear one before. I prefer this to the Unbirthday party dress, actually. Do you think Mr. Horns would like- uh… n-nevermind. Forget I said that. Or mentioned him. I’m not blushing, shut up! Gah! Ya jerk…”

“What else don’t I like? Uh… vegetables, I guess. I mean, I’ll eat mushrooms but I just… I just don’t like them. They make me wanna vomit. It’s a whole thing. Hah? Ew, gross, don’t say I have anything in common with Leona- that asshole strangled me after I stepped on his tail! Half asleep or not, just because I’m a girl doesn’t change the fact that if I wasn’t he would have actually killed me. So we both don’t like vegetables- so what? I’m nothing like him… I think.”

“Lilia jumped scared me today. Didn’t really surprise me- I mean, it did surprise me, but him doing it didn’t. He gave me some really cute dragon slippers. Look at how goofy they are! I love them. They have the little forked tongue sticking out and everything. He said it’s too keep my feet warm since I tend to get sick a lot. He thinks it’ll help prevent anymore colds. He and Mr. Horns are such worrywarts. I adore them, though.”

“Silver acted as my bodyguard all day. He didn’t know what to get me- not that he had to get me anything; I mean, I’m pretty sure the only people I told my birthday to was Riddle and Mr. Horns, but here we are! Uh… what was I saying again? Right. He didn’t know what to get me, so he declared he’d just protect me for the day and carry all my stuff. It weirded Ace, Deuce, and Grim out since they didn’t know how I knew him. Haha… oh, I have so many things I have to tell them. Yikes. I don’t even know where to begin.”

“I think I did a good job acting obnoxious today. I had explicit instructions from Divus and Poma to act stupidly happy throughout the school day to raise moral. Moral as in “show the others there’s nothing to fear”. The school has been super tense ever since Riddle’s Overblot, and since I’m the one who saved him even after getting hit by a tree, they all thought today would be a good chance to change that. They’re my favorite staff members, so… I couldn’t really decline.”

“Poma looked ready to kill Crowley earlier after he saw just how bad Ramshackle was. When I mentioned I fell through the floor- hooooh boi was a birdman about to be skinned. Well, no. Poma said he’d turn him into a flea and stuff him in several boxes and then smash him with… what was it? A hammer? It was pretty funny. I still wanna know what the relationship is between him and Crewel though. They seem super close. And who the heck is Selena?”

“… I got clothes, I got art supplies, I got Trey snacks- overall, today was a super good day. I even got a birthday wish from Jack- who I met after I found Silver passed out and failed trying to piggyback him back to Diasomnia. Not a fun time. Asthma plus a curse that grows thorns in my lungs? Bah. Luckily Jack showed up though- man is STRONG. He carried us both to Diasomnia all on his own! It’s hard to believe he’s just a first-year. But he said hi and wished me happy birthday today. Makes me happy he remembered me.”

“There was this weird guy… I don’t remember his name- he had a blond bob and a hat? His face was practically sparkling, though; his skin was super clear. Uh… he tossed some random skin-care products at me, said something in what I think was French, and then walked off. Actually, did he even give me his name? He just kinda shouted congratulations and ran off. I wonder what that was about.”

“I saw Jade again! I haven’t seen him since that one time in the hallway. He tried convincing me to go make a deal with Azul again. He’s kinda scary, actually. I do kinda want to try talking to Azul- not to make a deal, but, like, just to make friends with him? But… somehow I have this feeling that won’t be very easy. Pretty octopus man seems sort of shady.”

“My relationship with Mr. Horns? Uh... I told you- he’s helping with my curse. Apparently I had a past life or something and they got cursed to repeatedly die young. It’s not fun having a rose in your mouth or thorns in your lungs, y’know. But, um... Mr. Horns burns them away when they’re about to kill me, and... we meet up sometimes to talk. I think he sees me as a human pet or... something. I amuse him. Nothing really special there... huh? N-N-No, I’m not sad! Okay, fine. Just a little bit...”

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mshomestyle · 3 years

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[MHA] Reader x Multiple Characters: Looks like You made Headlines Part II

Yes, most of the same characters as last time. I like writing for them too much. T^T

(Midoriya, Hawks, Shinsou, and Bakugo)

Midoriya:

You put a hand on your abdomen, feeling incredibly bad cramps coursing through the area. You whined a bit and wiggled around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position.

“You okay?” Izuku asked. He was laying right next to you as you both tried to sleep. You shook your head.

“I feel so awful and sick and blegh,” you told him. Izuku rose an eyebrow, and then like clockwork his entire face turned red. He then shot out the bed.

“Oh! I’ll go to a drug store right now!” He hurried and got ready as you just watched, feeling incredibly impressed that he would go out of his way to get you something for your cramps.

As Izuku hurried out the door, you turned the TV on, knowing that you weren’t going to be getting sleep any time soon. About an hour passed and you decided to catch the late night hero news.

“...And everyone was saved, thanks to the efforts of all of those involved,” the reporter was finishing up a story about a derailed train, “In other news, a civilian was lucky enough to catch a video of Deku at a drug store.” The caption at the bottom of the screen read:

Pro Hero Deku Buys Pregnancy test for Wife!

“What?!” you exclaimed as if you would get a response. The TV then cut to a clip of Izuku standing at a counter, talking to the clerk.

“Which one is the most accurate?” he asked, voice sounding a bit shaky, “You know what, just give me one of each kind!” Seeing that, you put a hand on your face and groaned.

“No...No, Izuku, no.” You knew that your supposed pregnancy would be across headlines everywhere now.

Hawks:

“I just want to go to sleep now,” you mused as Keigo unzipped your dress. Since he was always so busy, it was rare that the two of you could go out on dates or do anything romantic, so you seized that opportunity whenever you could.

“Go to sleep? Or go to bed~?” Keigo asked with a slight chuckle. You huffed a bit before stepping out of your dress after it fell to the floor.

“Don’t forget, you were the one who wanted desert before dinner,” you nudged him before heading into the bathroom, “Gotta live with your choices, bud.”

So, you both spent a nice night cuddling and sleeping. The next day, Keigo went off to work, while you had a bit of time before you had to leave. You just relaxed in bed scrolling through your phone until you came across something that made you scoff. It was a video titled:

Pro Hero Hawks and his Wife going a little too far with the PDA at a restaurant

You could not help but to click on it.

The first thing you noticed was that the video was taken at the restaurant that you and Keigo ate at last night. The place had been dimly lit and the angle being recorded from showed the top of Keigo’s wings and the edge of your dress. That was not the issue. No not at all. The sound, in fact, was.

“Oh, right there...Yeah, that feels so good...” You felt your face heat up immensely! You remembered that last night, Keigo massaged at your neck and shoulders, but that had been it. You would never have sex out in the open like that! Immediately, you sent the link to Keigo, feeling very anxious about what his response would be.

‘Yeah, I saw that. Anyway, want to order food tonight?’

Shinsou:

Two in the morning was incredibly late for most people, but for heroes like Shinsou, it was break time. You sat down across from him in a booth at a 24 hour diner, drinking coffee and having pancakes.

“You really should sleep more,” you teased. Shinsou rolled his eyes playfully before resting his head on his hand.

“Between having a relationship with you and being a hero, I don’t think that’ll ever happen,” he said.

“Oh, ha ha,” you responded, “You’d be so lucky to have more of my time.”

“More? You’re always so demanding,” Shinsou teased. You puffed out a cheek in annoyance as he reached over and rubbed at your head. You spent what time you could together before going your separate ways.

After sleeping in all day the next day, you woke up to a message that Shinsou had sent you. ‘See, even click-baiters think you’re high maintenance.’ You raised an eyebrow before clicking on the link.

Pro Hero Shinsou’s girlfriend Monopolizes his time!

The two were seen last night at a diner where a very peculiar albeit slightly disturbing conversation was heard. It appeared as if, instead of wanting Shinsou out and fighting villains, his girlfriend could care less and would rather...

You didn’t even want to continue reading that.

Bakugo:

You had been working for Bakugo for a few months before the two of you started dating. Currently, you were both doing some grocery shopping as Bakugo had told you earlier that he was going to cook some Mapo Tofu for dinner, causing you to impose a bit.

“Oh, come on, admit it,” you giggled, “You definitely checked me out when you hired me.” Bakugo growled in annoyance, tossing some spices in the shopping cart.

“I’m not some sleaze who’d hire a girl just because I thought she was hot,” he grumbled. You weren’t going to let up, though.

“Come on, admit it,” you smirked, poking at one of his cheeks. Bakugo whacked your hand away before grabbing onto the basket and starting to push it to the next isle.

“Hmph...Fine...I did think you were pretty cute,” he grumbled.

“Haha, I knew it! You though I was hot when you hired me~,” you sung out. If only you had been quieter. News traveled fast; it sure did.

Pro Hero Bakugo only hired his new Sidekick in order to date her!

Today we find out something utterly shocking. Several people reported to hearing a horrid conversation between Bakugo and his new sidekick turned girlfriend. Apparently the pro hero is a big sleaze bag! It was reported that he only hired his new sidekick [Hero Name] because he was attracted to her and wanted to date her.

Needless to say when Bakugo got wind of the article, he was furious. He refused to go on any patrols or missions with you for about a month, not wanting others to see you working together. You wouldn’t lie, though, you found this mini tantrum of his over some gossip article to be pretty funny.

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c0rpseductor · 8 months

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trying not to think about the verbs and failing listen ok i am going to be driven to madness

i have decided in my zygerrian conlang that tense is not like, part of the verb; past and future just get tacked onto the start of the sentence or clause as a totally separate word to indicate what’s going on.

the main thing happening with verbs is this insane game of who’s allowed to do what as determined by class stratification and stated permission from a superior. the pattern for a verb in many situations is [subject pronoun]-[verb]-[y/n][object pronoun].

so like, use cases. i do not have a big chart on my phone and I cannot be assed to get up so these are all going to be weird English lexicon zygerrian grammar sentences. bear with me.

He left my house without permission (I’m in charge of him, or we’re equals): Past [third person low status]-leaves-[no][first person high status] house of [first person high status].

He left my house without permission, and he’s boss of me: Past [third person high status]-leaves-[first person low status] house of [first person low status].

I don’t get to add the little bit indicating my permission up there because he’s boss of me, he can do whatever he wants. Including “without my permission” in the above sentence contrary to the pecking order would imply I thought he was acting wrongfully and it’d be a whole Thing.

My example sentences in the doc so far have mostly included verbs enacted on either people or other people’s belongings for this reason (as above, where technically the house is the object here, but the pronoun suffix indicates the owner of the house as hierarchical object because it’s my property and therefore doing shit to it is doing shit to me).

but the structure here works for objects owned by no particular anybody, too, bc there’s an object pronoun, and permission can just be ignored in that case. like, I eat an apple would be [first person whatever social standing]-eats-[third person object] apple.

i guess i’m thinking now what about plurals? what about if me and my friend both eat an apple. what if i eat two apples. what if i eat two of YOUR apples. that’s kind of important information and it can’t go on the verb (that thing’s already bogged down to fuck with prefixes and suffixes).

i could, in theory, add more pronouns. number seems like kind of an important thing, right? i think i read that in some languages it’s optional or not included but it seems like you should include it. i said earlier this language has 21 pronouns, which is only sort of true; there are 7 sets demoting status with 3 forms each (first, second, third person). i could add some kind of something to bump that up to 6 forms each (excepting the one that’s exclusively for the queen of the planet bc i cannot imagine she’d ever need to pluralize that and in referring to another like planetwide queen or like sheevy palps the proper pronoun would likely be, like, the one reserved for sort of mid-to-high-tier nobility and honored foreigners). i guess if you count separate forms english has a lot too though

honestly i might need to go ground up for plural pronouns bc there’s also mixed-status groups to account for. like a whole second system. blegh

as for like what if i ate two of your apples. that just requires pluralizing the noun. so my precarious verb arrangement for sick and insane people is safe

#it looks better in the actual romanized conlang but i didn’t want to have to spend 90 years like #getting into what all the words mean in an example sentence

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Okay- hear me out on this one-

MC was on cooking duty and basically their cooking is bad not that good, they asked for the brother's opinions on their cooking

what would they tell MC? 👀

Sure, sure! I'm a terrible cooker too, anon so another thing I can relate to MC here and my folks are too honest about it with me pfff.

Six bros are in order! (Sorry for my lack of knowledge on Belphie, it's not that I'm excluding him purposedly, but I need to know his character well enough to write him justice. Progress is slow though. Darn dance battles-)

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Terrible Cooker MC:

Lucifer and MC:

-He is disgusted. Like totally. DISGUSTED. He looked down at his plate.. his expression was just one like "._." very poker face full on. He wasn't one to lie about something that he didn't like, but... he didn't want to get MC to go in a full breakdown. The last thing he wanted was dealing with a sobbing MC over their bad food.

-What the hell did this human just cook? Why was that thing on his plate moving that way? Was this human trying to poison him?? He couldn't help gagging at the sight of his plate, he even poked it with his fork, and when it let out such a horrendous odor, he coughed and really couldn't eat that.

-MC had arrived to him expectantly. Lucifer really didn't know what to do about this, he was forced to eat a portion of that plate. His eyes almost began to water at the taste... what was even this? His tasting buds got cursed perpetually after this, it took all his willpower to swallow that thing down.

"How did you like it, Lucifer? Was it nice?"

-Just what should he tell them. What...

"....MC, leave the cooking to another of us, please.

-Just with that sentence he made MC's spirit to drop ten meters underground. Wow, Lucifer was so honest with his answer... he didn't like what they cooked.

"O-oh, okay, Lucifer..."

-Seeing that MC was close to tears, he immediately shoveled the whole darn thing down his throat, inwardly gagging and resisting the urge to puke it all out. "....It was nice...."

Mammon and MC:

"Mammon! Chow time, I made your favorite!"

-Oh gosh no... no, no, no. What in the Devildom's name was this thing?! It was supposed to be the noodles that he enjoyed eating, but they looked atrocious, sooo... blegh! But how to tell them that they were not that good of a cooker...

"Uh... thanks, MC! Yes, my favorite indeed!"

-He took the think in his hands and looked at it with a disgusted look. Oh here goes nothing.... *GULLLLP* he ate the whole thing, and his eyes immediately watered. Oh please, someone hand him some drink quick... he felt like puking it out.

"Well? Yummy, right?!"

"....Oh MC. Not to insult your cooking but... but...ugh, don't do that again. Ever."

-....Mammon why, how dare you. MC's eyes welled up in tears. And Mammon had no choice to eat every single food that MC cooked, always gaining such a terrible tummy ache and getting sick.

Leviathan and MC:

-NO. Spicy rainbow pizza his most favorite and MC just made that for him, but why in the Devil's name was this?? Why is the pizza's topping looking like a Little D had puked on it? His appetite was big but when he saw... that thing... he just lost his appetite. Ugh, why... and he had to eat it because it would break MC's heart to know that he rejected their food.

"Levi! I hope you like it, I tried my best!”

“Uh yeah. Here I go...”

-He had to go to the bathroom immediately. And after that, he kindly told MC that their food was not that great, but he didn’t it in a way that made them understand that he wasn’t trying to be jerk.

-MC didn’t get teary, in fact they decided to take cooking classes to keep the food enjoyable for everyone.

Satan and MC:

-What the living hell is that thing... it’s moving in a way that it shouldn’t. Was it even edible?? Oh no he had to eat that thing in order to put MC at ease. He swallowed a bit and he widened his eyes and felt how his throat burned with that.

“I made it specially for you, did I please you?”

-That innocent proud look in their face.... what should he tell them, oh gosh he didn’t want to be the jerk that ruined their day with any harsh word or snarky comment.

“Oh... how to say this without being too honest? The plate itself looks interesting but the taste....”

“So I maybe put too much of that thin on. I’m sorry Satan, I’ll do better next time!”

-Well that didn’t go that bad, he half expected them sob their eyes out if he was too honest with them, but alright. That was a very good reaction from MC’s part.

Asmodeus and MC:

-Why dear MC. Why did you have to put him in such difficult decision. He appreciated MC’s hard work to cook something delicious, but that just didn’t look too well. That just look so wrong.

-He looked at them with one of his many smiles that he had. He had to be careful with his words.

“MC-chan... I know that you worked so hard to make this. However...”

“It’s not that good, you want to say... Oh well...”

At their look turning grim, he shook his head and waved his hands, grabbing the plate and taking a big bite from it. Even if he had to cough out for water but just to show MC that he was grateful with their food he did that. He just couldn’t have them look all gloom and doom over their not so good food.

“I appreciate it your hard work.”

-And lots of kisses for the both of their cheeks.

Beelzebub and MC:

-The Avatar of Glutton is... well. He loves eating even if it is the worst of food, so eh. He gulped down his plate without second thought, there was not much to think about the plate.

-But MC felt that it was not that good of plate, they had gotten different reactions from the others brothers that were not so pleasing, but had understood that they had to get better.

“Beel, be honest with me please. If it is that horrible, I can do my best next time... you don’t have to pretend to like it when it’s not like that.”

“What are you talking about? This is all nice!”

-He was made of gluttony after all, he just ate non-stop and he didn’t mind the taste long as he was eating he was just fine. MC at least didn’t have to worry about having to please him, it was all good for them. But they will get better for sure next time.

#obey me imagines #obey me #obey me shall we date #terrible cooker mc headcanons #demon brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #not belphie included

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