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thekissofaphrodite · 4 months

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Hi mi amor! could you do a luke x reader based off of Light Year by Gregory Alan Isakov

I ADORE THIS!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING!

Light Year

Luke Castellan x Daughter of Athena!Reader

Summary: Toxic relationship with Luke Castellan.

Warnings: Cursing, Toxic relationship, Luke being an Ass, Mentions of a S*x tape. (+ FEMALE RAGE)

Author's note: This was requested, i did a research abt Gregory Alan Isakov's song 'Light year' and it FITS Luke's character as a boyfriend!! (Since it's about a toxic relationship)

I woke you up with poetry and stones The ragged and the bones Strewn around the room.

Flashback

"What the actual fuck" You mumbled angrily as you scanned your once organized cabin, now looking like a monster just rummaged through it. Luke was passed out on your bed, his shirt riding up a little bit, His face with unfamiliar kiss marks. Bottles of empty liquor and empty beer cans thrashed around the floor.

After leaving a week or two to visit your mortal father in new york, Instead of being greeted by a clean cabin to sleep in after hours of traveling, You were now kicking every empty beer cans in your way, You adjusted you tote bag that sat on your shoulders heavily, Your hair in a clip, Your eyes with dark circles.

Taking care of your mentally deranged father and his children with another woman wasn't exactly the kind of weekend you wanna spend, But you have no choice after all, It's either your step siblings starve and die or take care of them, and now here you are, With Luke Castellan, A grown teenager treated like a damn baby.

"Luke wake up!" You hissed as you shook the your drunken boyfriend awake, He groaned and mumbled a string of curses before sitting up the headboard. The sunlight passing through your self made daisy patterned curtains.

He looked around and sighed "I thought you'll be back in another week, sorry baby" Luke whispered before leaning in to give you a kiss, But you stepped away, That made the boy roll his eyes, clearly annoyed. He knew what was gonna happen.

"Come here baby, you know i hate that fucking attitude" You scoffed, a silent one before slapping him, Fast and sharp, a red mark appearing on his cheeks.

"You're telling me first which slut you brought here" You gripped his collar, showing himself the kiss marks made by someone, But Luke just chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Just Quincy from Aphrodite, She's a good kisser unlike you, too bad she left early-"

You shut him up with another slap in his cheeks, This time there were tears streaming down your cheeks.

"YOU HAD THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO THROW A PARTY WHILE IM GONE IN MY OWN CABIN WHILE HOOKING UP WITH A GIRL, LUKE, I WORKED YESTERDAY 13 HOURS STRAIGHT WHILE CHANGING MY SIBLING'S DIAPERS! HOW DO YOU THINK I'LL FEEL?! ALL I WANT IS TO REST AFTER AN EXHAUSTING DAY" You screamed, Uncontrollable rage filling you inside.

"It's not that big of a deal, You're being dramatic" Luke said calmly, as if you were a joke to him.

You were shaking in fury, You love him, you really do.

But sometimes..His attitude is insufferable.

"Fine. Where's my paycheck then? I sent it to you yesterday" You asked him, Yet again, The dark haired boy shrugged.

"Spent it all on beers and sodas"

You felt weak, You don't why, but this is just too much.

So you cried.

"All of it? MY 150$ PAYCHECK THAT I WORKED FOR?" Your voice raised higher, but Luke towered over you, underestimating your small frame.

"Yes, You've got a problem? Don't you ever give me that attitude, I'm the one who got you enrolled in that fancy university that you can't stop talking for months baby, Once i sent them that one video tape of you, You're done" He blackmailed you, Luke smirked as he watched your expression changed.

Of course, Your video tape with him..that video was from three years ago when you two were young and naive and decided it's best to film your first time with luke. Not knowing he'll use it against you.

Over and over again.

You cowered a little bit, mentally rolling your eyes before leaving your cabin, slamming the door shut.

I recall another hazy May Take a round in the ring Gone hungry for the win

Flashback

"Do you think we'll be soulmates in every other universe?" You whispered, Luke's muscular arms wrapped around your body as he pulled you close making you giggle softly.

"We could have been" He replied, fidgeting the hem of your yellow summer dress with daisy patterns all over. You two just officially became a couple, He couldn't get enough of you, kissing you everytime and holding your hands proudly. You felt loved and safe.

But you didn't answer, instead, You kissed him, pure of love expressing your undying loyalty to him, He found himself kissing back, gripping your waist, holding you closely.

"I love you so much" He whispered.

And you found yourself melting into his touch.

But then your relationship lost all its sparks.

No more kissing each other every morning or holding hands while striding at camp, It was more like arguing every day over little things.

"Stop it! What is wrong with you?!" You screamed as tears poured down your cheeks, You watched Luke smash another vase, the loud sound clattering.

"You are my girlfriend! you will do as you are told! if i saw you with that boy again i swear to the gods- " He yelled, you cried harder, you covered your ears as he begin yelling again, but then, you felt a sharp pain engulfing you, Luke grabbed your hair, almost pulling it out of your scalp, He dragged you outside your cabin before hurling you down your cabin stairs, you fell and you fell onto the fence, your ribcage caught the most of it.

Not even a day later, you sat in the infirmary, with yellow-ish purple bruises all over your body.

"Are you okay, baby?" Luke's sickly sweet voice asked as he caressed your tear stained cheeks, as if tho he wasn't the one who brutality beaten you.

" 'm fine" You mumbled, fidgeting your skirt, Luke then gave you flowers, Fresh daisies from the gardens of demeter's children.

You smelt the fragrance of the flowers, before feeling another tear roll down your eyes.

Heres the part I just lose everything I cracked a spark just to hear you sing Sing

Flashback

"Surprise! Happy Anniversary, Baby!" Luke said as he untied the blindfold, You were greeted by a small, romantic picnic near the lake, Luke gripped your shoulder's from behind before pressing a kiss on your neck.

"Don't you like it?" He asked, Caressing your long hair at the process, But no, You didn't liked it. Even tho he had put so much effort in this simple picnic, you never felt sparkes like before.

Swallowing your distaste, You nodded before being dragged on the picnic blanket by luke, your sandal crunching on the fallen leaves and rocks.

I took it out The papers and the trash Old among the cans This golden love gone bad

Flashback

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry..." Luke whispered, You didn't listen.

Instead, you continued packing your things, shoving clothes after clothes inside you bag, not caring if your freshly ironed clothes came crumpled.

As he tried to touch you, you pulled away angrily.

"You wanna know something? I would rather prefer my dangerous freedom over this peaceful slavery you had done to me" Your eyes met his, but then, You saw him smirk, and pulled out a digital camera, Your loud, wonton moans echoing as he turned the volume louder.

"Freedom over shame? I thought you knew better, baby" He said, you felt your breathing ragged, your hands trembling as you threw you bag on the floor.

You looked around before snatching the camera and breaking it, But it seems like Luke wasn't bothered.

He clearly did something with your tape.

Sensing that you've known, He smirked and started laughing manically. His dark laughter echoing through the cabin walls.

You lost hope now.

Feeling defeat, you slumped your shoulders and fell, You knelt at his feet gripping it tightly, your fresh hot tears dripping on his feet.

"Please" You whispered, Luke just looked down at you, his gaze seemingly judging you. You sobbed harder, pressing your nose against his feet.

"Luke, not this again, Luke, Please, Please"

"Promises are Promises, Baby" The dark eyes boy said, before leaving you.

Shined it up Aiming at the sun Just a light year from us Hop a cab ride and we're off

And all the ravens came along to play The simple notes you sang just went astray

Flashback

"I'll be going"

"Okay"

You stopped.

"Just 'Okay' ?" Luke sighed and slammed the book he was reading just, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Yes, Do you expect me to kiss you? Fucking hell you're just going to visit your family, it's not like you're going abroad for fifteen years" He mumbled and leaned against the headboard of his bed.

You just nodded, tears stinging your eyes, threatening to slip.

"Do you want me to buy you anything? Snacks? or mayb-" He slammed his fist into his bedside table, the sound of his lampshade and coffee mug clattering made you flinch.

"Can you just- please shut your damn mouth?"

"Fine." You stormed away, leaving Luke again.

You two weren't always like this, As you stepped outside the camp barrier, You got a glimpse of the Hermes Cabin once more before leaving.

Everything was up, its coming down Everything was up, its coming down Coming down

Flashback

You ran around, Dodging attacks and trying not to trip over dead bodies on your way, You couldn't even believe that Luke did all this, The rise of Kronos. The lightning theif.

When you saw him in the distance, Holding a scythe in hand.

"Luke" You called him, with your sweet melodic voice, He turned around, The first thing you saw was his scowl, Then you felt a sharp pierce on the side of your belly.

You barely saw it, But a Chimera had sting you. you gasped, the pain barely registering before you fell down on the cold ground, The blood had dripped, making a scarlet pool right beside you, as you laid down the cold ground, Luke appeared in front of you, Wearing the same evil smirk.

Your hair was scattered in all directions, You truly looked like an angel, With one last kiss on your forehead, Your eyes went still, and before darkness had engulfed your vision, You heard luke say;

"Sleep well, My dear Y/n"

A/N: I researched about the song Lightwork and did the best i can to match the lyrics and story! But i do hope you guys like this!!!

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #xy/n #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #charlie bushnell #pjo series

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shoutaaizawas · 5 months

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↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝cared for❞

summary: you are sick but your husband aizawa is always there to take care of you no matter what. word count: 1.4k+ tags/warnings: fluff and comfort a/n: i'm currently sick and my brain is super out of it so i hope this isn't terrible but i wanted to write something. now that im thinking of it i've actually done nanowrimo while i was sick, november isn't a good month for me lol anyways this was supposed to be a simple sick fic but i gave it a little depth. also i lost my taglist so if you want to be on it please message me.

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You were in denial. It was flu season but you could not possibly be getting a cold. The sore throat, just allergies. The runny nose, just from the cold weather. The fatigue that made you want to lay down forever, just because you had been working a lot.

You were not sick.

Aizawa on the other hand could see it before you had even noticed the symptoms. He was a teacher after all and nothing bred more illness than a school. Hero Academy included. He would suggest you get some extra rest or take something but you refused.

Pain pulsed in your skull, your throat burned and you had a cough that once it started didn’t stop. Not to mention the haze you were in, feeling disoriented and exhausted.

A hand touched your forehead as you lay in bed suffering the moments after waking up. “No fever, that’s a good sign,” Aizawa said sitting down, the weight of him on the bed next to you. “Sore throat?”

“Yeah,” You said, your voice barely working.

“Headache?” His voice was soothing, not too abrasive for your overwhelmed senses.

“Yeah,” It hurt to speak.

“Here’s some water,” He said helping you sit up to take a sip from your large water container you always toted around. You noted that he must have cleaned it out and refilled it since the water was icy.

“Thank you,” You said.

“Why don’t you take a hot shower, and change into your favorite bed clothes while I make you breakfast, yeah?” He said, his hand gently rubbing along your arm.

“Mhm,” You hummed. “Sounds nice.”

“Do you need help getting to the bathroom?” He asked.

“No,” You said sitting up, your head spinning for a moment. “Actually, maybe.”

Aizawa gave a soft small smile at your stubbornness even now. He helped you up, you were able to walk fine you just felt dizzy. He kept his arm around your shoulders just in case you got too dizzy.

“Thank you,” You said once you reached the bathroom, he made sure you were steady before leaving. You turned the shower water on hot before getting in. The warmth of the water did help your congestion and it was soothing. You stood there for way too long enjoying the steam before washing up. By the time you got out, there was a fresh warm towel and your favorite bedclothes folded on the counter. You smiled, Aizawa really spoiled you. Even more so when he knew you weren’t feeling good.

Returning to your bed you got back in, under the fluffy black comforter. You felt better even though taking a shower had been exhausting. Aizawa always knew best even when you didn’t want to admit it.

Aizawa returns with a tray table filled with food. You sit up, making sure the pillows are perfect as he sets down the tray. There’s miso soup with tofu and a bowl of rice as well as a cup of tea and medicine.

“Eat first and then take this medicine, it will help with the symptoms.” He said.

“Thank you, it looks good. I don’t know if I can taste though,” She joked.

“It will make you feel better that’s all that matters.” He said taking a spoonful of the soup before lifting it to your mouth.

If you told a younger version of yourself about this scene, your loving husband doting on you, feeding you soup, and bringing you everything you need while you’re sick. You would be shocked, perhaps even horrified.

For so long you had taken care of yourself through good and bad, you made yourself soup while you were sick. You pushed through it and did what you had to even if it meant passing out on the couch to take a nap in between taking care of yourself. You could never imagine letting someone dote on you to the point of feeding you.

Yet here you were. The journey had been long and not particularly easy. You could still remember the first time you had gotten sick, you denied it. Even as you struggled to stand, your face hot flushed with a fever. You had passed out and Aizawa carried you to bed. Even when you woke you tried to convince him you could get your own medicine and make your own soup. Aizawa had been patient but firm with you.

It had been hard to let someone take care of you but Aizawa made it easy. He was gentle and not condescending. It was so clear that everything he did was out of love, out of concern. It finally clicked when he had gotten sick, you wanted to do everything for him. You felt so helpless, you had wished you could take his pain away, even if it was just a cold.

Aizawa had struggled with being taken care of himself but with your new perspective, you had been able to convince him.

“I can get it myself,” He had said trying to get out of bed. You had pushed him gently back, he was too weak to resist.

“Remember when I was sick and trying to take care of myself?” You had asked. “You refused and took care of me. I still argued it then but now I get it.”

“Get it?” He questioned raising an eyebrow.

“I love you so much, I love taking care of you when you aren’t sick.” You said. “I hate seeing you like this the least I can do is take care of you since I can’t take this pain away.”

Your hand held his cheek, his dark eyes a bit hazy from the exhaustion of being sick but he was listening. “We aren’t alone anymore, we get to take care of each other, and accepting that care is just as much of a show of love as giving the care.”

Aizawa had smiled that warm smile of his and pulled you into a hug that did lead to you getting sick which meant you had to follow your own words by letting him take care of you when you were sick.

It was a process, learning to let someone care for you. He did it even when you weren’t sick, sometimes little things you almost missed like putting gas in your car or getting stuff off your grocery list. He never declared what he was doing looking for praise or fanfare. That didn’t mean you didn’t make a big deal out of it every time.

You did the same for him, the small things that helped daily life but you also loved shopping for him. The last thing Aizawa did was spoil himself. In fact, you weren’t sure you had ever seen him buy himself anything that was a luxury or a novelty. So you had taken it upon yourself to guess what things he might want if he ever did get it thought. You bought him fuzzy slippers with cats on them or a fictional book you thought he would like. Sometimes it was fancier things like cologne or a watch. Eventually, you got good at figuring out things he likes.

After eating your breakfast Aizawa took away the tray, leaving your tea on the bedside table. He returned and closed up the blinds making it dark in the room which made it a lot easier on your sensitive eyes. He crawled into bed with the remote putting on a show you had wanted to start for a while.

Despite how gross you looked and felt Aizawa pulled you in close, resting your head on his chest where you could still watch the show.

"You're gonna get sick," You mumbled against him, not exactly wanting him to move.

"I work at a school, my immune system is strong as it gets." He reassured you.

“If you get tired just sleep, I’ll pause the show.” He said softly, his hand rubbing your temple trying to alleviate the pain of your headache. “You need all the rest you can get.”

“Yes sir.” You said jokingly. You took his other hand in yours squeezing it gently. “Thank you again, for everything.”

“It’s nothing.” He dismissed.

“It’s everything,” You said moving his hand to your lips to press a kiss at the back of his hand. “You might want to wash your hand."

Aizawa laughed, your head moved against his chest.

“I love you,” He said.

“Love you more.” You replied.

#bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #my writing #shout aizawa #aizawa shouta

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spamgyu · 2 months

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mingyu really would be named matthew in an alternate universe where he was born and raised in the us. the name just suits him. sometimes i think about what english names suit the members and i DEFINITELY think wonwoo would be a william that goes by will. hoshi would be like spencer or something similar to that. what do you think their english names would be?

PLS the way i have had a discussion with my friend about what stereotypes each of svt would fit in if they lived in California and I HAVE PUT SOME ACTUAL THOUGHT INTO THIS

Like this is so niche and so .... dumb but if i have any California girlies following me... pls.....

(I'm disregarding that English names list thats been circulating this is purely my take ok ok ok)

Seungcheol — Stephen Choi

Goes to UCR. Excited to be the one to "bless the bottle". Dated someone from UCI, toxic ass couple.

Jeonghan — Jacob Yoon

Goes to USC for their pharmacy program. Def only chose USC bc it's a private school. Smart as hell but def wasting daddy's money for the vibes.

Joshua — Joshua Hong

Goes to CSULB for nursing. Has so many Filipino friends and they all attend Friday Night Youth Group at a Church in Los Alamitos 🤞🏼😔 She's my sunshine in the rain singing ass....

Jun — Justin Moon

Goes to CalState Pomona for their engineering program. Drives a black honda two door honda civic Hottest dorkiest man to ever walk the campus like wym you're part of the frisbee team???

Hoshi — Alex Kwon

Goes to Calstate Fullerton Part of the dance crew probably Quest Crew Acts like he's hot shit and tough... baby you're from Cerritos calm down

Wonwoo — William Jeon

Goes to UCI Def has made so many girls cry (lovingly) The menace from Irvine.... That man is a stereotypical Irvine boy... oh my head hurts

Woozi — Henry Lee

Goes to UC Berkeley Def a Bay Area boy omfg im throwing up.... the artsy one too.... That fineass man you see on BART but also so scary.....

Dokyeom — David Lee

Also another Cal State Long Beach The loudest bitch in the library.... just keke'ing in the corner during finals week Bro we are studying!

Mingyu — Matthew Kim

Goes to UCLA He loved being in WEHO Lives at the Melrose Trading Post and Rosebowl Flea Market for the vibes A menace from ktown

Minghao — Eric Xu

Also another another Cal State Fullerton boy ALSO in a dance crew... maybe Quest Crew??? Poreotics??? Fine ass man that def dating a hot girl from UCI

Seungkwan — Samuel Boo

ANOTHER BAY AREA BOY SFSU He would love San Francisco actually. But def from Socal Looks like he's from Cerritos.............

Vernon — Vernon Chwe

SDSU Need to see him with a canvas tote bag and low waist pants so bad. Jacob Elordi type beat

Dino — Chris Lee

Goes UCI Listen...... Chris Lee with a 90's honda.... The epitome of the Kevin Nguyen lifestyle

#i put too much time and thought into this.....#spamasks

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glasshalftrue · 3 months

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i generally really liked the fifth season of fargo and thought it was a pretty good return to form after the disappointing fourth season, but it was definitely still weaker than the first three, and one of my biggest criticisms is how it handled the character of Lorraine (played by Jennifer Jason-Leigh). her performance is one of complete over-the-top moustache-twirling villainy - which is fine in and of itself, the show is certainly no stranger to cartoonishly larger-than-life characters. but it doesn't really square with the semi-redemption arc she eventually goes through. roy tillman is, rightfully, painted as a complete monster and gets the comeuppance he deserves, but Lorraine never suffers any consequences for her actions - and while it's totally fine for a villain to "get away with it", so to speak, i get the sense that the show doesn't quite see her fate (or lack thereof) as a miscarriage of justice so much as a perfectly fair conclusion for her now that she's "one of the good guys". but just because she's expanded her circle of empathy just enough to include Dot in it doesn't mean she's a good person, and it's shown that her debt collection business is extremely predatory and has ruined many, many lives. yet because she's less crude and more outwardly respectable than roy, her misdeeds cold and detached rather than and hot-blooded and personal, we're not expected to hate her in the same visceral way that we hate the wife-beating, gun-toting authoritarian nutjob. now, im not opposed to villains with shades of nuance; it makes total sense for Lorraine to be particularly incensed by misogyny, and a big theme of this season is toxic masculinity, and conversely, the plight of being a woman in a man's world. but for a season that is so nakedly contemporary and political, it seems odd to let the Billionaire off the hook, and i think it speaks to the the myopic liberal mindset that hawley's seething contempt for trump has, unfortunately, put him in. (on that same note: i'm uncomfortable with the show's use of prison rape as something we're supposed to cheer for at the end of the season. i can't say i'd shed many tears for someone like roy, but in general prison rape is treated like a punchline in society, even celebrated as a de-facto component of the penal system, so it's disappointing to see the show contribute to that retributive trend.)

#fargo #fargo fx #fargo spoilers #fargo season 5 #fargo s5 #lorraine lyon #roy tillman #noah hawley

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elithe31st · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request for angst Bakugo x ftm reader, reader is self-deprived and calm he seem to be the type to be lazy and don't do much but in reality he's just struggling to understand certain things and tries to do his best.

One day Bakugo got angry about something and reader tries to calm him down by pulling him inside his room to talk but it just end up bakugo getting more angry and yelled something like "you're just a lazy peace of shit and couldn't do anything right!" After the argument the reader didn't say anything just calmly push bakugo outside.

Next day Aizawa announced that the reader moved to a regular school.

Years later bukugo is a prohero now and he was forced by Midoriya to an opening of a museum full of paintings of old and new pro heros.

He saw reader there seating next to a big painting of the class 1-a as pro heroes now.

The museum was targeted by villains, the reader was about to be attacked when he defended himself and other people with his quirk.

I'm sorry if this is very specific I get these type of scenarios in my head when I listen to music, I was listening to for hours is WEYES BLOOD - ANDROMEDA

You don't have to do this btw, if you don't feel like it.

WOAH don't worry you're totes fine! this is interesting...

lazy ass.

bakugo x ftm!reader

req: @octhingz

desc: its 👆🏻 there, this is angst so don't read if you don't want to, sorry this might be short, this was done on a time crunch lol

studying for this big test with bakugo katsuki of all people was the worst experience of your life.

'fuck, (name)! we've went over this almost 20 times!' bakugo slammed down the pencil on the table, running his hands through his hair angrily.

'sorry.' you fiddled with your pencil, rubbing your dark circled eyes. katsuki paused.

'sorry ain't gonna cut it. solve this fuckin' problem or ill blast your ass to bits!' katsuki threatened, crossing his arms.

the next day wasn't anything different. you had seen katsuki was mad at...well something, so you tried extra hard to understand, but you just couldn't.

you didn't want to make him mad.

'hey, are you ok?' you looked over at katsuki, giving him a stare.

'no, now shut the fuck up.'

'wanna talk about it?'

'i said shut up!' katsuki's voice rose.

'im only trying to help,' you said calmly.

'if you wanna help, then shut up you lazy piece of shit.' he whispered to himself.

'what was that?' you said.

bad mistake.

katsuki slammed his pencil on the table and stood up.

'I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LAZY ASS! NO WONDER YOU AREN'T A--' katsuki yelled and then paused, looking at the floor and balling up his fists.

'im not a what, katsuki?' you walked up to him, grabbing his shirt collar.

'you aren't a real man.'

and with that, you took your things and left.

BAKUGO POV

deku raised his hand.

'yes, midoriya?' aizawa-sensei asked.

'where's (name)?' he spoke with that stupid voice. i made a small 'tch' sound and uncrossed my arms.

'oh, i was told that he had switched to a non-hero school. that isn't important, though. let's continue the lesson, shall we?' aizawa-sensei went back to writing on the board, but i just stared at him.

(name)?

gone?

was it because of me?

thoughts flooded my mind as the bell rung. i picked my stuff up and almost ran to the bathroom, a sick feeling in my stomach.

SECOND PERSON POV

you sat down on the bench in front of a painting. it was a painting of your former classmates, but they were all pro-heros now. you smiled, remembering the fun times you had with them.

suddenly, your head turned to the entrance of the exhibit, hearing a booming voice.

'oh my god! it's dynamight!!' some girl squealed. you watched in horror as the one, the only bakugo katsuki was standing in the way of the exhibit. you stared. he didn't stare back. you clutched the material of your pants hard, looking at the ground.

after a few minutes of katsuki's fangirls and boys filling the room up with noise, a big boom was heard from the farthest wall. everyone screamed.

'EVERYONE EXIT THE BUILDING!' you heard katsuki yell through the dirt and rubble. you hid under the bench, powering up your quirk, but a painting was hurled towards you before your quirk could even activate.

this is it, you thought. but you were pinned down by..you looked up.

'WHAT TH-..' katsuki stopped as he saw you, holding your head in his hand. he was still ontop of you. red splashed across your face as bakugo watched in amazement.

'k-keep your eyes on the fight, bakugo.' you stuttered. bakugo let you go, and you ran away out of the building.

'(name)!' you heard katsuki yell out to you. you froze as he embraced you in his warm grasp.

'fuck-' he sobbed, 'im so, so sorry for making you leave U.A., leave my life--'

'katsuki.' you said sternly. bakugo looked at you with tear-stained eyes.

'don't worry, that's behind me.' you put your hand on his cheek. 'im glad you're the successful one, though.' you laughed. katsuki smiled, wiping his tears.

'fuck you for making me cry over nothing, lazy ass.'

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #mha x gn reader #mha x male reader #bakugo #katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader

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killinggamebusters · 3 months

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Alright the humors worn out and now I'm gonna roast this anon entire manifesto before blocking them, TW under cut for lots of nastiness and mentions of torture and death threats and abuse, I shouldn't even give them this honor but honestly I want to be able to roast them forever and have something to point back too and also with my memory I'd start to question if this even happened and that's no fun!

"If you fully admitted that you ship abuse as a coping mechanism and DIDN'T glorify Ouma, didn't reblog shit about how "actually he and Gonta were totally good friends, even though Kokichi constantly abused him, drove him to despair and savored every moment of his execution". Kokichi is a subhuman monster and the only person in all fiction that ACTUALLY DESERVES to suffer through Gold Experience Requiem's infinite death loop. You are a disgusting piece of human garbage that fully deserves to die"

Incredibly funny of you to fucking put a jojo reference in you saying about how awful kokichi is, Dio is worse, I am shipping you with the anon who won't stop calling Kaito a rapist on one of my other blogs. Anyways he's a kiddo in a killing game with a murder total of like 2, he did bad things but, like, saying he's the worst character in all of fiction when making a jojo reference is fucking wild, Dio is right there!! Literally kicking dogs!!!!! Kokichi doesn't kick dogs and is thus an inherently better person

"Have you ever heard of a torture called scaphism? Here's the lovely description: "The king decreed that Mithridates should be put to death in boats; which execution is after the following manner: Taking two boats framed exactly to fit and answer each other, they lie down in one of them the malefactor that suffers, upon his back; then, covering it with the other, and so setting them together that the head, hands, and feet of him are left outside, and the rest of his body lies shut up within, they"

Wow you are so bad at actually explaining things within an ask, you could have summed this up in like 15 words, "its where they shut everything but your hands head and feet in a boat" get to the fucking POINT

"hey find his flesh devoured, and swarms of such noisome creatures preying upon and, as it were, growing to his inwards. In this way Mithridates, after suffering for seventeen days, at last expired." This is what you deserve. "Shou Tucker is totes a good father to Nina that loves her so so much and he TOTALLY HAD to turn her into a chimera because he had no other option" that's what you sound like. Kokichi is a worse person than fucking Junko, because at least Junko forced her classmates and"

God you took so many words to say "you should be eaten and suffer for 17 days" who caressss about the history oh my god im bored to TEARS. Also at least Kokichi's plan worked, Shou Tucker is the shittiest alchemist in the series. I'm also not even sure if this method would work, i would simple manage to get loose, i am built different mithridates.

What did this dude even do im curious now, PFF LOOKING IT UP YOU DIDN'T EVEN GET THE DETAILS RIGHT BITCH WHERE'S MY HONEY AND MILK, ITS NOT EVEN A REAL BOAT IT'S HOLLOW LOGS, there's no even real proof this torture even existed god you're bad at this you might as well shut me in an iron maiden , also the guy killed a guy i guess, I don't actually care, but anyway you wouldn't even do it right I'd be fine

"sister into a killing game BECAUSE SHE GENUINELY LOVED THEM and killing them and making them suffer was a way to bring herself as much despair as possible. Kokichi, however, is just a sadist that enjoys everyone's suffering and doesn't even feel despair when others die. Everything he does is for his own amusement, not for ANY altruistic motive. He PURPOSELY drove Gonta to despair just to see him suffer. He made him kill Miu just so he would see Gonta's despair when he's exposed and executed for"

Did she end the world because she loved them? did she have her sister murder an entire middle school out of love? Did she pluck a guys eye out of love and make him eat it out of love? Did she have the entire student council massacred out of love? Junko deserves better don't drag her into this, she wants to be seen as evil and despairing stop woobifying her it's hurting her. Kokichi's motive was survival, and even if you disagree with that, he says multiple times and in his final words how he was lying to himself to survive. However, even if that WASNT TRUE or it was ALL A LIE his death count is once again two whole people, Maki got two people killed out of sadism as well but I don't see you yelling about her. Even if he was the most evil person ever, he again, only got TWO PEOPLE KILLED, that's NOTHING. Even if he was a sadist who only wanted to torment and hurt people, he ain't the mastermind, and he didn't get to actually do a lot of tormenting. Everything you are saying about Kokichi, is just Junko, and you seem to love her. Hypocrite.

"for killing her. He ENJOYED EVERY SINGLE MOMENT of Gonta's suffering and anguish. Kokichi's crying for Gonta was so obviously fake it is sickening. And don't mention the DRS. They flattened Genocide Jack and Tenko's characters into "bYaKuYa!!!111" and "fUk MaLeS!!!!111" and portrayed Junko, Monaca and Kokichi as almost normal people and not the monsters they actually are in canon. So don't even talk to me like this somehow proves that Kokichi would be friends with Gonta outside the killing game."

Buddy who even brought up Danganronpa S? Wasn't me, they don't even have many interactions in DRS, everything I'm talking about here is straight from the base game don't worry. Also Monaca is like 10. You have got to get better at formatting this it's so hard to follow. Even if Kokichi enjoyed all that suffering, Mikan is right there, having her kills actually be about despair, and yet you only focus on Kokichi like this is a unique sin, curious.

"You deserve to rot in the garbage, eaten by maggots. You don't deserve to be treated as a human being, to have human rights. You are a piece of garbage. You deserve to have your bones shattered and left to rot in a garbage container.You are an abuse apologist and a victim blamer.Kokichi just used Gonta as a tool because Gonta's nonexistent social skills, his low self esteem and desire to do ANYTHING to be useful, to finally be able to help his friends made him a perfect target for Kokichi."

I am at MOST an abuse apologist by your logic as I have never once said Gonta deserved to die, just that Gonta made his choice and even afterwards of getting caught he didn't regret it. It's not abuse though, it never was abuse, abuse is a PATTERN of behavior, one incident, two if you count the meet and greet, is not enough to set that pattern in stone. Especially when Gonta already got his revenge for the meet and greet.

While Gonta was the perfect target, it's not abuse, that's not what abuse is. Kokichi flashed Gonta with the light and told him his plan, while he definitely was manipulative, that's not abuse. You're just spouting buzzwords at this point. Also incredibly funny to call ME the abuse apologists when YOU'RE sending me graphic death threats, like buddy, I don't know how to tell you that you're the aggressor here

Kokichi never cared about Gonta.You deserve to die a slow, agonizing death by getting your guts pulled out. Everyone would be happy if you died. Everyone. Your father, your mother, your siblings, you are just a burden for them. They would be really happy if you died.

HA that's so fucking weak, you don't know me or my situation, you don't know my friends. Sorry you have friends who would disown you for shipping something they don't like, my friends enable and care about me. While my parents are incredibly patient and kind with me. Getting my guts pulled out is kinda erotic though can you do it tenderly for me? I mean not like I'd ask you, I know exactly which friend I'd go to if I wanted someone to hold my guts tenderly.

Gonta himself said that he doesn't trust Kokichi anymore after Chapter 2's events. Most likely, he doesn't even consider Kokichi his friend. I don't know where you the idea that they were "FRIENDS UWU" in any way. They weren't. Kokichi's tears for Gonta were clearly COMPLETELY FAKE, only meant to give his evil rant more impact to maake others believe that maybe he did care about Gonta after all only to make his reveal more painful. It very clearly ISN'T genuine in any way.

Boy howdy I love how things are up to interpretation in this series and how people can have rational discussions about how they perceive the same event. Just kidding, you're unhinged! Anyways you can not trust someone but also still care about them Gonta did not want Kokichi to die, Gonta cares about all of his classmates, Gonta cares. To assume otherwise goes against everything Gonta stands for. He's not a toddler, he can have nuance about people. He's a smarter lad then you give him credit for.

Gonta was groomed and manipulated into becoming a murder weapon. He's not to blame for Miu's death AT ALL. Gonta was manipulated. Manipulation isn't just forcing someone to do it with a threat. Kokichi wrongfully convinced him that it was for the better, taking advantage of Gonta's low self-esteem and desperation to help others. You've never been manipulated or abused in your life if you're saying Gonta could've just declined. It's not easy to just decline your abuser. Abusers can pressure you

Not what grooming means in the slightest but thanks for trying. You're just repeating yourself at this point, pathetic. Everyone was desperate that trial, what happened is a tragedy, but to deny Gonta any blame is to deny Gonta any agency he is not a helpless toddler. He is AWARE Kokichi is a liar, he is AWARE of what Kokichi does, and even if he is manipulated, he categorically does not regret as alter ego gonta, he's so sad it happened, but he still thinks its for the best they don't know the truth. Gonta agreed with Kokichi that there is no happy ending with the knowledge of the outside world.

And as for when Gonta says "Don't blame Kokichi anymore", you'd be a complete moron to trust GONTA in this situation. Gonta is THE LEAST VALID PERSON to trust in this case. Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome? Many real-life cases of abuse have similar patterns of victims. While Stockholm syndrome is commonly associated with a hostage or kidnapping situation, it can apply to abusive relationships, when the abuse victim begins to express love for their abuser.

Stockholm Syndrome isn't fucking real, it's a fun trope, but it was not, and never was real. Please do research. It's basically the modern day hysterical woman, oh my god. Even if it was true, that's not how it is even theorized to work, the plan took place over like, less then an hour, that's not enough time for ANYTHING to set in. For what you're theorizing to even have a chance to be true they would have to be locked together in this scheme for DAYS. Please google fawn response as well, you'd have better luck making a point with that.

Gonta says to not blame Kokichi because Gonta knows he made his own choice, and would make it again, and most importantly, he wants everyone to GET ALONG. He doesn't want Kokichi to be hated, he wants everyone happy. This isn't him being "omg kokichi is so special rawrxD" its "im going to die, and all i ever wanted was everyone here happy, so please, don't hate each other"

And then I guess the spam filter or whatever stopped them from sending anymore because that's a weird place to end it. Anyways this was very cathartic for me and I may do a research paper on this in the future.

TLDR; we should like, have kids and see what they think of gonta and ouma that'd be fascinating

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Will you? Shuriri Fic.

Shuri's POV:

Her and Riri had went to a bulls game 2 weeks ago, and she hasn't seen her since. Of course they called, and texted about all sort of tech related things. This was great, but she wanted to see her, be around here, feel her.

Ever since Riri left Wakanda and Shuri fixed her car, Shuri has formed a habit of doing things for her. Sending her doordash, paying her parking, and just venmo-ing her money. Shuri's love language has always been gift giving, she loved to go overboard.

Shuri felt her kimoyo beads buzz as she received a message, she prayed it was from Riri. Happily it was.

ironheart: princesssss, whats up <3

black panther: nothing much, stuck in the lab working on things

ironheart: like whatt?

black panther: a curse for cancer riri.

Shuri deadpanned through text.

ironheart: wait r u jk or nah?

black panther: im kidding riri im actually working on some mechanics

ironheart: mechanics for whatt? i wanna know what ur doingg

black panther: its none of ur business <3

Riri left her on read for a couple minutes.

ironheart: sorry, some dickhead just spilled coffee on my tote bag. most of my stuff is fine but i think my ipad is going to be on the fritz after that :(

black panther: you made sure to back it up into icloud?

ironheart: yea, but i dont know what im going to do until i get it fixed. i hate using my laptop to design stuff

black panther: ill get you a new one, or i can fix it, or i can send you money to go fix it yourself. whatever u need i got you

ironheart: dude thats like 200 dollars, aint no wayyy

black panther: u calling me broke?

Black Panther Has Sent You $400.

A notification popped up on Riri's phone from her venmo.

black panther: oh alr

ironheart: wait u weren't joking about that? and you sent me 400, the repairs will be like 200. stop throwing your money at meee

black panther: get a new apple pencil, i remember you complaining about your old one acting funny.

Riri's heart fluttered at Shuri's observantness and at the fact that she so easily spent money on her.

ironheart: im gonna have to repay u somehow now

black panther: come see me, or i can go see you. thats payment enough

ironheart: a new mall just opened up here, we can go get something together

Black Panther Reacted to your message with: ❤️

Shuri felt like a fucking genius, and not because she was. She just found another way to see Riri, even though it involved her spending money. There was so sum of money that could compare to Riri's presence.

"$400 really?" A voice said from across the lab.

"What the fuck!" Shuri jumped in her lab chair.

She heard a sinister chuckle that belonged to one of the most evil villains in existence, Okoye of the Dora Milaje.

"Why are you in my lab?" Shuri shouted.

"When did you become a sugar daddy? Looks like we both have questions." Okoye responded.

"Sugar daddy? I'm simply helping a friend Okoye, stop making everything sound so bad." she responded as she rolled her eyes.

"Who's been paying for everything? Not the college student. But you can live in your delusions." Okoye slid out of the room.

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Riri's POV:

Today was the day of her long awaited date. Did she recommend the mall because she knew Shuri would buy her things, Yes. Could this be a bad decision, Yes. Will she regret this, No.

She wore a cute black bodycon dress with some white sneakers. She decorated her goddess braids with golden cuffs. She was waiting in front of her dormitory building.

Suddenly a familiar black Lexus with tinted windows drove up and stopped in front of the building, she began to walk towards it. She watched as the princess stepped out of the front seat and walked around the car. She admired her outfit that was a brown leather suit that seemingly had no shirt under it, but it was buttoned high enough for that to not be an issue.

"Hey!" Shuri opened her arms for a hug, and she received one.

"Long time no see, Princess." Riri rested her arms around Shuri's waist as she pulled away from the hug.

"I know right, it's been years at this point." Riri laughed at Shuri's exaggeration. She sat in the car as Shuri opened the door for her.

Shuri sat in the driver's seat. Riri examined how slick the car was, she has never been inside this car.

"Griot, take us to the New shopping mall." Riri was shocked as the car began to drive itself.

"Is this safe?" She questioned.

"Of course it is." Shuri leaned back in her seat. ________________________________________________________________________________

Shuri's POV:

They had just walked into the mall and they were wandering around a Forever 21.

"This is so cute!" Riri pointed to a cropped sweater and then she looked at its price tag and her face dropped. 60 dollars. For this little sweater, no way.

"Whats wrong Ri?" Shuri noticed her face change.

"Its 60 damn dollars, ain't no way I'm getting that." She put it back on the rack.

"Thats ridiculous, we can head to another store." Shuri told her.

"Alright let me just try on these shirts." Riri left to the dressing room with a couple other things she grabbed.

While Riri was gone trying things on, Shuri decided she was going to buy Riri come things she saw her put back, including that cropped sweater. She surprisingly finished checking out once Riri was done trying on clothes.

"Alright let me check out and we can head off!" Riri said happily as Shuri followed her back to the checkout desk.

Once everything finished scanning Riri pulled out her card and before she was about to swipe it, Shuri stopped her.

"No need." Shuri quickly swiped her own card, it made a little ding noise as the purchase completed.

"That was like 100 dollars worth of clothing! I could've bought it. " Riri lightly pushed Shuri as she grabbed the bags and walked out of the store.

Shuri chased behind her.

"Why can't i be nice to you? I like buying you things." Shuri stopped Riri from walking any further.

"You like to buy things for me?" Riri stared her in the eyes, questioning her.

"I'll buy you the world if you ask for it. Anything you want from me you can have it." Shuri stated, grabbing Riri's hands.

"Why are you so generous towards me, Princess? Like i- " Riri was cut off.

"I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know how to express that besides buying you things. And I know how childish I sound but-" Shuri was cut off by Riri stepping closer to her and grabbing her face.

Riri looked at the Princess's lips, then her eyes, then her lips again.

"Is this okay?" Riri asked, and Shuri nodded not being able to gather her words.

Now they stood in the middle of the mall, it seemed as if fireworks were going off as their lips collided. It was slow at first, then they pulled apart from each other for a breath of air then connected once more at a faster pace. Shuri's hands began to drift a bit and that's when Riri grabbed them and pulled away from her.

"As excellent as that feels you have to remember we are in the middle of a shopping mall, we are technically on our first date. I bet Bast is looking down on you wondering 'What the hell is this girl doing right now'. " Riri joked as she held Shuri's hand and began walking again.

Shuri laughed, everything felt way more relaxed now.

"So now am I officially your sugar daddy?" Shuri joked.

"I think girlfriend sounds a whole lot better than that but you gotta work for it, and you can't pay your way there either." Riri sideyed her as she spoke.

"Well I guess it doesn't help that I brought that sweater, and those pants- an that other shirt." Shuri exposed herself.

Riri scoffed. "You just throw away money! The pants weren't even that cute either."

"But you look so cute right now so it was worth it." Shuri tried to charm the anger out of Riri.

"I need to get you out of here before you buy the whole store." Riri showed Shuri to the nearest exist.

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(this might be where i add some vibranium strap since yall whores r so thirsty)

Riri's POV:

It's been about a 1 month since their trip to the mall, and Shuri's still been buying Riri plenty of things and taking her to expensive places.

Today Riri's going to Wakanda to visit Shuri, but also do some work. And now she was sitting in an aircraft flying through the main border. She had brought a gift with her, after all of these months of being treated, Riri thought to return to favor. She was going to take Shuri out somewhere, give her a beautiful obsidian bracelet, and hopeful seduce her into some sort of 'activities'.

Their long distance and busy schedules have caused strain on certain aspects of their relationship, and Riri has been ready to return every favor Shuri has ever done for her in her bed tonight. She just knew it would be great.

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Shuri's POV:

She has been in her lab, working on a 'side project'. She had dismissed all the other sciences who assisted her in her lab for a couple of hours to work on something, and for good reason. Her project wasn't the most 'safe for work'.

Quite frankly she was designing the world's best strap-on. A device so miraculous that the wearer could feel all sensation through it and at different intensities depending on the area of stimulation.

She has been taking this seriously too, she was not doing to disappoint Riri. Shuri has had her fair share of sexual experiences, specifically with American girls who has no idea who she was. No complaints, No attachment. But Riri was different, Shuri wanted to absolutely rock her world. Make her scream, beg, cry even. And she wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted.

She has been working on her prototype and plans on printing it about, now. Then she heard a knock on her lab door. She instantly opened up all her devices to another more appropriate project.

"Princess?" She heard a calming voice from upstairs. It has her shudder in excitement.

"Riri williams?" She asked in an American accent and went up the stairs to meet her.

As soon as they seen each other they connected their lips. The urge to go farther was very mutual. You could see their sexual tension in the air. Then they pulled apart.

"Hey." Riri spoke quietly.

"Hey, I didn't expect you right now. It looks crazy in here." There were all sorts of technology scraps around the area.

"Don't worry about it at all. I wanted to take you out of here actually. Get something to eat, maybe come back here afterwards." Riri smiled as she spoke, extending a subtle invitation to Shuri.

"Yea- that's perfect actually. I need to get changed and such though." She looked down at her lab outfit which was just a comfortable red tracksuit.

"Let's get you ready then." Riri grabbed Shuri by the hand.

The two walked down a long hallway to Shuri's room. As soon as they were in there Shuri found an outfit to wear that went along nicely with Riri's chic blue dress. It was a pair of blue slacks and a white shirt.

She changed in front of Riri honestly just forgetting that she was there. Riri watched in awe, admiring Shuri's muscular build. Her waist was slim, her abs were well defined, her collar bone was sharp. She didn't take Shuri as the type to wear boxers, but she did. They weren't form fitting, and dropped a bit in the front. Shuris hips were muscular as well and formed a v-shape. There was just go much to look at, she traced her eyes up and down the Panther's body, in a daze.

"Riri?" Shuri said as she buttoned the last button on her shirt. She met eyes with the girl.

"No- I mean yes? Yes, Shuri?" Riri shook herself out of distraction.

"You ready to leave baby?" Shuri put a watch on her wrist, she obviously didn't need it but she liked decoration.

"Yea! Let me use the restroom quickly." Riri quickly responded, and left to Shuri's bathroom.

While she was gone Shuri commanded Griot to print her prototype and deliver it to her room.

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Shuri's POV:

Their dinner was cute, a simple candle lit dinner. It was at a restaurant outside of central city. Riri paid, and even gave Shuri a present. Shuri had to fight the urges to pay for everything, however she made sure to leave their server a tip.

However now they had made it back to the palace. And were on their way back to Shuri's room.

As soon as Riri made it into the room, she sat on the bed and took off her heels. Shuri sat next to her and did the same thing with her dress shoes.

"Can you help me unzip this dress?" Riri looked over to Shuri for help.

"Sure!" She answered way to quickly.

Riri turned to the side, Shuri made her way to the zipper and slowly unzipped the dress. She got distracted over she was done, she ran her hands down Riri's back. Then let her hands travel to Riri's open shoulders. She massaged them lightly.

Things were going smoothly until Shuri hit a nerve and Riri let out a light moan. The tension was back. Shuri did it again and got the same reaction. That's when she stopped.

"I want you to touch me, more than that. Please?" Riri said helplessly, so quiet Shuri could barely hear.

Shuri felt her heart pound, this was the moment. She fully pulled the dress off of Riri. Revealing a navy blue lace lingerie set. Shuri grabbed Riri by the throat and connected their lips again, however this time it was harsher than before, less control than before. Soon they were both panting.

"I want to fuck you Riri. And you're going to enjoy it. I want to hear you moan and whimper. But before that happens I want you to know that I'm going to be rough, and react to that however you like. Scratch, cry, yell. But I'm going to make you cum over and over. So if there if any of that is against your liking, let me know now." Shuri stated, nonchalantly.

Riri just shook her head no.

"Say it, I need to hear you say it." Shuri commanded.

"I'm cool with all of that." Riri said shakily.

"Great." Shuri got up and began undressing. Her shirt, then her pants, then her bralet, and finally her underwear. She was cleanly shaven and moisturized, her body glistened against the moonlight from the open slightly opened window blinds.

She made her way over to a box on her desk and opened it, there sat her 8 inch creation. It was a dark black with bright purple highlights along the side. She attached it to herself and Riri watched in awe as the machine seemed to actually connect to her, it wrapped around Shuri's waist on its own and the base covered all of Shuri's heat.

She walked back over to Riri. She unclipped Riri's bra and revealed her chest.

Riri shivered as Shuri took one of her breast into her hand lightly squeezed it. Shuri's lips wrapped around the bud, sucking lightly.

Riri felt herself dripping through the fabric, she groaned wanting to be touched. She rolled her hips upward.

"You don't know how to wait? I never thought you were the slutty type, You've proven me wrong. Maybe I need to teach you how to act." Shuri said as she glared up and the girl.

"So what if I am, what are you going to do about it?" Riri challenged, it was going to be a long night.

Shuri just laughed a bit. She pulled away and pulled Riri's soaked underwear off. She ran 2 fingers between Riri's sticky folds. As fingers were coated in wetness as she showed Riri.

"You want this really bad don't you?" Riri stayed silent as she watched Shuri play with her.

Suddenly Shuri grabbed her by the hips, flipping her onto her stomach. Her back impulsive arched. She noticed a mirror across from the bed, she saw how helpless she looked.

Shuri wrapped her hands around her new device, she felt some pleasure. She placed the tip of the cock against Riri's clit and rubbed it there.

The girls simultaneously let out low moans.

"I'm a slut? Listen to yourself baby." Riri teased Shuri.

Riri's enjoyment was cut off by feeling something breach her entrance. She felt a pleasing pain as the entire length was pushed into her. Shuri shook a bit at the new feelings but soon enough she was pounding into Riri.

Riri yelped and gripped the sheets of the bed. Their was loud slapping sounds. Riri could feel wetness dripping down to her stomach.

Shuri's hands sunk into Riri's hips as she went faster, she never felt anything like this. She felt Riri gripping around her. She stared at Riri in the mirror, she noticed she wasn't looking.

She grabbed her by her braids, pulling her head up to make her look at herself in the mirror. She looked like a wreck, she looked like a braindead slut. Drool was dripping from her lips, her pupils were blown.

"Do you want to come baby?" Shuri slowed down her pace.

She mumbled, incoherently. She was having a hard time thinking straight.

Shuri slid almost all the way out of her then slammed back in.

"Use your words." Shuri repeated the action and moaned. She could peel how wet Riri was through the strap, she was trying hard to keep it together.

"Please Daddy, I'm sorry! Please let me come." Riri cried out.

"There you go. Don't worry baby I'll make you come." Shuri set back at her fast pace.

Riri's face distorted a bit, her eyes closed in pleasure. She sunk down, struggling to hold herself up on her arms anymore. She finally came with a spine chilling moan. However Shuri continued to thrust into her. She began to whine. She tried to pull away a bit, and Shuri pulled her right back.

"You know I feel like I really need to put you in your place. You have to remember that I'm the one in control here. I'm going to do whatever I want to you." She continued thrusting, the splashing sounds got louder. The comforter had a wet spot on it.

Tears began to run down Riri's face because of the overstimulation. She was getting closer to cumming again. She yelled. Shuris grip tightened as she got closer as well.

Riri's legs shook once more and she was cumming again. She was dripping everywhere and couldn't handle anymore.

"I'm done baby I can't go no more." Riri exclaimed. Shuri's breath hitched as she pulled out, she was so close this time. She felt like Riri was doing this on purpose, edging her.

Riri turned facing Shuri seeing how flushed she looked.

"Did you?" She asked, Shuri shook her head no.

Riri grabbed the strap in her hand and Shuri shuddered. Riri smirked.

"You can feel that can't you? You made this didn't you?" Riri questioned. Shuri shook her head yes.

"You were waiting for this? You wanted this bad didn't you? I'm a slut but you literally engineered a sex toy Princess." Riri teased her. She wanted to reverse the roles.

Riri moved her thumb around the tip of the device. Shuris eyes fluttered.

"You made this well baby, I'm gonna have fun with this." Riri spoke and moved her head closer to the strap.

She trapped her mouth around the tip and sucked lightly. Shuri thrusted her hips upward strongly. The tip touched the back of Riri's throat and she coughed a bit. She took that as an invite to go down farther.

Words started to flow out of Shuri's mouth, the most sinful phrases. She said a few things in Xhosa, Riri didn't quite understand.

Riri grabbed Shuri's thighs and decided to take all of the strap at one. She took a deep breath then went down. It slid deep down her throat.

"Faster." Shuri grabbed Riri's hair and began to fuck her face. Tears pricked at Riris eyes. Shuri moaned loudly.

"Riri!" Shuri shouted as she finally came. She pulled Riri off of her as she settled down. She unequipped the strap and it disconnected from her. She couldn't handle any more feelings at all.

Riri laid on the bed, her eyelids heavy. She looked ready to go to sleep.

"You gotta stay up baby, I need to clean you up." Shuri brushed her hand along Riri's face as she spoke.

Riri just groaned. She could already tell Shuri was going to take this seriously. She realized that Shuri loved aftercare. She loved to take care of her period.

Shuri got up and went to her bathroom, turning the shower on a medium-high heat. Then she went back to the bedroom.

"Go get in there while i make the bed. I'll be in there to join you." Shuri rubbed Riri's stomach and made her get up.

Riri walked to the bathroom and when she was gone Shuri quickly changed her bedding. She didn't want to leave Riri in the shower alone for too long. She walked to the bathroom, it was steamy and she could see Riri's figure faintly through the foggy glass. She slid the glass over and stepped in.

While they were in there Riri was struggling to stay fully awake a bit, she rested her body against Shuri as Shuri cleaned her gently. Shuri also managed to wash herself. She didn't take long because she knew Riri was exhausted.

Shuri grabbed a spare robe off of the bathroom door. She put it around Riri and grabbed her own as well and put it on. At this point Riri was practically sleepwalking as she sat her on the bed. Shuri grabbed some shorts and a tank tops out of her drawer, she put a set on Riri and a set on herself.

"Please lay down baby, I'm tired." Riri groaned as she got under the covers.

Shuri quickly turned all the lights off besides a small purple star night light her had. Then she laid next to Riri and began to talk to her as she fell asleep.

"You're so gorgeous, and perfect." , "You did so good." , "Your so smart." These were all things Shuri had been saying as RIri drifted off.

"Shuri, I love you, and you're a great girlfriend but I'm tired baby. Sleep with me." Riri said softly.

Shuri's heart fluttered 'girlfriend'. She was so happy to hear it finally said, used in a sentence.

Shuri decided to be quiet, she wrapped her arms around Riri as she began to fall asleep.

They were definitely sleeping in before work tomorrow.

#smut #shuriri #shuri #riri williams #lesbians

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baroquebucky · 2 years

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when peter is forgotten, you remember the things that truly make him. // inspired by this tweet

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a/n: hi hi friends !! here is a somewhat lengthy Peter fic ,, let me know what you guys think ! hope you’re all doing well <3 bold italics are memories !

You first met Peter while he carried four too many baguettes in his backpack and you had five too many books in hand and three too many bouquets of flowers in your tote bag.

In a feeble attempt to stop a man from crushing your flowers you backed up too quickly and crushed every single one of Peter’s baguettes, the impact causing you to drop your books on the floor.

“oh my god, im so sorry!” you spoke quickly, turning around to apologize to whoever you bumped into. You looked up at the other person, a boy around your age and very attractive. “I should've paid more attention, i’m sorry” you continued, your palms growing sweaty before you looked away from him and bent down to pick up your books.

After a second he bent down next to you, grabbing the rest of your books and handing them to you with a smile, “don't worry about it” he said. The pink on your cheeks could've been blamed on the summer sun, but Peter hoped he was the cause.

“but your bread” you frowned, Peter looked down at the now flat carbs, before looking at you and shrugging.

“I like my sandwiches squished flat, no harm done” he assured you with a shy smile. “your books are okay right?” he asked after a second and you nodded, eyes going wide before realized your flowers were in absolute misery.

“my flowers are fucked though” you spoke with a breathy laugh, the sound making Peters smile widen.

“I'll buy you new ones” he replied, catching himself after the fact and blushing, “If you want of course! I don't wanna seem pushy y’know because that'd be weird and we just met and uh” he cut himself off, “yeah” he finished, clearing his throat and looking at you.

You felt your heart contracting in your chest. How can someone so hot be this adorable? “only if its not a bother” you replied, a grin on your face as his face lit up.

“course not!” he spoke, staring to turn on his heel and motioning for you to follow him.

The second time you met Peter was the first day of fall semester in your Guitar heroes course. You were taking it for a cultural discussion credit and it was the highest rated professor you could find. Settling into your desk near the back you looked around, everyone had sat near the front or in the middle, it wasn't too packed and you were glad. Hopefully no one sat next to you and the semester would just smoothly sail by, for this class at least.

A minute before class started you heard the door open, not bothering to look up from your phone as you scrolled through your instagram feed. Peter immediately recognized you, how could he not when he hadn't stopped thinking of you?

After he'd bought you flowers he had received an alert from Karen that sam and Bucky needed his help with something and made some half assed excuse before leaving you alone with the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen. Only after he finished did he realize he didn't get your name, let alone your number. And he’d left his baguettes at the compound.

He didn't know what got into him as he walked up to you and sat in the seat next to you, waiting a second before speaking up.

“flower girl?” he asked, watching as your ears perked up and you tore your vision away from your phone.

“baguette boy?” you smiled widely, “oh my god hi!” Peters heart raced as you smiled brightly at him. “did you find your dog?” you asked, concern evident in your voice.

what

The confusion on Peters face must've been obvious since you continued to explain, “your dog, bucky? you said you had to leave because he ran away.”

Peter then realized how bad of a liar he was and just how sweet and caring you were.

“oh bucky! yeah we found him he's fine now” he assured you, his gaze softening as your eyes crinkled with a smile, “I'm glad” you whispered as the professor began to talk.

neither of you talked much during lecture, only when you had both finished packing your things in your backpacks did you speak up.

“do you have a class after this one?” you asked and Peter shook his head, “you?” the shaking of your head made Peter grow giddy.

“I still owe you for the baguettes” you stated after a moment of silence as you walked out of the classroom. Peter looked at you, a grin on his face as he began to protest. “I know this great sandwich place and they make them real flat! you'll love it!” you fought back.

Peter didn’t know if it was the warm summer wind or the fact that you had remembered such an off handed comment about him that caused his chest to feel warm. He couldn’t fight the smile on his face even if he tried, so he didn’t.

For the first time in months, Peter Parker was letting himself indulge in the idea of moving forward.

It became almost routine for the two of you to grab a late lunch after your guitar heroes class, heading to whatever cafe was just off campus or the sandwich shop you had first taken him to which he absolutely loved but he was not going to tell you that. You would make small talk while walking there, light laughter filling the open air as the two of you discussed the previous day. After a couple hours the two of you would part ways, getting on different buses and texting each other when you were both home safely. Which inevitably led to texting each other all afternoon and all night until one of you fell asleep.

“oh i found this really nice cafe a couple blocks down, you wanna head there?” you asked, eyes focused on placing your folder into your backpack, zipping it up before looking up at peter who was already standing.

“how many blocks is a couple? last time you had us walk almost 40 minutes” peter grumbled, making you smile as you stood up, slinging the backpack over your shoulder and walking out of the row.

“it’s a 15 minute walk” you replied, both of you walking together down the steps and out of the lecture hall, “i know you said you had an internship thing later today so i won’t keep you for long.”

Peter’s eyes went wide, you remembered that? He had brought it up two weeks ago and hadn’t mentioned it since and you actually remembered?

“o-oh yeah, i thought you didn’t remember that” he spoke, pink dusting his cheeks as he looked at you before quickly glancing away.

“‘course i remember! and also- never mind you’ll see when we get there” you smiled, picking up your pace and urging peter to follow quickly.

“when’s your birthday by the way?” You asked, peter answered easily, “august 10th, already passed” he didn’t miss the frown that formed on your face.

“what we’re you gonna bake me a cake?” he teased and you blushed, shoving him softly. Peter noticed the way you held onto his shirt as you shoved him, careful to not let him fall over or into the street.

“no! i was gonna buy you a cake, big difference I’ll have you know” a huff leaving your nose before breaking out into a small grin. Peter couldn’t help but smile along with you, taking in every moment with you in case it was his last.

“okay here it is!” You spoke up after a couple minutes, walking in with peter in tow and telling him to grab a booth for the two of you.

Peter slid into the booth and scrolled through social media, the temptation to check his old friends feed itched at his thumbs.

No one remembered him. No cared about him anymore. The feeling of isolation loomed over peter as his thoughts began to consume him. This was a mistake, getting closer to you was a bad idea. He almost got up to leave when your voice pulled him out of his haze.

“ta-da! cherry pie!” you exclaimed brightly, smiling ear to ear as you placed the slice of warm pie infront of your now gloomy friend.

“cherry pie?” Peter looked at you quizzically, “you were excited about some cherry pie?” his comment made you roll your eyes.

“oh no, i personally hate cherry pie, apply pie is much better” you began, fighting the smile the played on your lips as you took in peters offended expression.

“however! you told me the other day you missed your aunt Mays cherry pie so i stayed up last night finding out the best place to get cherry pie near campus and here we are!”

Peter almost broke down into tears when you finished talking. You remembered such small things about him, it always made him feel so loved and cared for.

“thanks y/n, i- honestly i really needed this, you’re the best” he smiled, wether you saw his glassy eyes or not, he was glad you only smiled brightly and urged him to eat.

After the first month of classes you and Peter surpassed hanging out only after class and began to meet even on days you didn’t have class together. Meeting up with each other on campus and studying together in the library study rooms, exploring new places off campus and sometimes heading to each others apartments. It was small moments between the two of you that he cherished most.

“right twix is just better! I don’t know how they do it” peter remarked and you scoffed. “the propaganda has gotten to you parker, didn’t think you’d fall so easily” your head shook in shame as he flicked your bicep.

The bag of Twix sat on Peter’s nightstand, in bold red letters on the packaging, ‘RIGHT TWIX ONLY BAG.’ Tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“i think i like this flavor better, what is it again?” peter asked, savoring every gulp of the bubble tea you’d bought him before class. “taro! figured you’d like it, guess i really do know you best” you smirked, dusting your shoulders off and causing peter to roll his eyes.

It was those small moments that brought Peter to reality when he was letting out broken sobs at 3 in the morning. When memories of his past came to taunt him, when he felt as if nothing could fill the hole that had come to be the present.

The next morning you put down the cup of hot liquid in front of Peter, smiling quietly as you sat across from him in the garden area you two would frequent. It was on the west side of campus and no one ever paid much attention to it besides the agriculture students, meaning you and peter didn’t have to spend ten minutes looking for seats and you could be as loud as you wanted when either of you made a stupid joke.

“what’s this for?” he asked, voice quieter than usual.

“you seemed a bit off when you texted me this morning” was all you said, “it’s hot chocolate by the way, i asked for extra whipped cream.” Another detail he’d mentioned to you over text.

“when I’m stressed out i like to drink hot chocolate with unhealthy amounts of whip cream” Peter spoke to you over the phone, glancing at you and giving you a small smile.

“dunno if that’ll really help me peter, I feel like im gonna drown in this work and die” you mumbled, eliciting a chuckle from the brunette on the other end of the FaceTime call.

“chem right?” he asked, you nodded your head, “ill be over in ten minutes to help, sound good?” flashing you a charming smile, a grin spreading on your face.

“thanks baguette boy”

“peter” you spoke, looking at him with those kind eyes he’d grown fond of. “you know I’m here for you, right? No matter what’s going on, i want you to know you can talk to me” you assured him.

He knew you were just trying to be nice, that there was no way you could truly grasp what he was going through.

“I’m fine, y/n, just exams are stressing me out is all” he replied with a tight lipped smile and you shook your head, frustration painting your features.

“but it’s not!” you groaned out, “i know you well enough to know that it isn’t! don’t try to tough things out by yourself when you have someone who cares about you” the shakiness in your voice made you even more upset. You didn’t want to cry out of anger, especially not infront of peter.

“drop it y/n” peter replied, his voice lower than your ever heard it and his muscles flexing under his black t shirt. You’d never thought of peter as intimidating until now, but you weren’t backing down.

“no!” You argued, brows pulled together and hands gesturing wildly, “I’m not gonna just drop it, you’re hurting and you won’t even let me help you!” Peter knew you meant well, but in the heat of things his anger got the best of him, making him stand quickly and grab his backpack.

“don’t walk away from me parker” you spoke, grabbing his wrist and standing toe to toe with him. Peter looked scary, his jaw clenched, biceps on full display and chest puffed out. He was only taller than you by a bit so at least he didn’t tower over you.

“You don’t know shit about me y/n” peter spoke, venom in his words as he tested you. “All we do is study together and get lunch, that’s it.”

It took a lot to piss you off, and it seemed your patience was thin today.

“you know what? fine you’re right, all we do is get lunch and study together” you replied, “but it’s not like we do it in fucking silence you moron!”

Peter rolled his eyes, shifting his weight onto one of his legs as he debated leaving you here or listening to whatever you had to say. “you don’t know what I’ve been through, you don’t know anything about me” he argued, turning on his heel and beginning to walk away.

“You think i don’t know anything about you peter parker?” You called out, voice wavering, “have these two months meant nothing to you?”

Peter stopped in his tracks. His heart shattering as the words left your mouth.

“i know you love your sandwiches flat, and your coffee so sweet no one else could possibly tolerate it. I know you fell in love with taro bubble tea after the first time i got some for you. I know you prefer vanilla cake over chocolate but prefer chocolate ice cream over vanilla.That you love cherry pie more than anything in the world because it reminds you of home. And warm hot chocolate makes your worries melt away even during the toughest nights. I know you love rainy weather and you have songs you reserve for solely those days. That you have a secret boy band collection under your bed and you collect Lego sets.” You wiped furiously at your tears.

“I know that you’re one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met and you’re too stubborn to let others help you, but you’re right maybe i don’t know anything about you.”

Without another word you picked your backpack up from the floor, swinging it over your shoulder and walking away. You weren’t expecting peter to call out for you or follow you considering the venom in his words earlier.

But maybe you really didn’t know Peter Parker, because before you could take another step you were being pulled back by your backpack and spun around , colliding into the brunettes solid chest. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You lifted your arms to shove him off you, but the hot tears landing on your neck washed away your anger and brought in a wave of concern. Peter was mumbling incoherently against your neck, your arms wrapping around him tightly.

“it’s okay, i got you” you assured him softly, rubbing his back with one hand and with the other playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Neither of you knew how long you’d stayed in the others embrace by the time you pulled away, your hand lingering in peters larger, more calloused one.

“I’m sorry” he whispered and you squeezed his hand.

“let’s go home for right now, yeah?” Peter nodded his head and you were thankful you had driven to campus today, neither of you wanting to get on the bus with puffy red eyes.

“do you wanna get dropped off or come over to mine?” you asked softly, scared if you raised your voice too much he’d break.

“can i go to yours?” he mumbled, receiving a nod from you as you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

The parking lot wasn't far from where you two studied, walking in silence before reaching your car and letting the music from your studying playlist fill the air. The drive was rather quick and you unlocked the door to your apartment, letting Peter in before closing the door behind you.

“I have some extra clothes if you wanna change, it should fit you” peter nodded, taking in the details of your room to calm himself down. It smelled like roses and vanilla, like you. He took the clothes from your hand and headed to the restroom to change and wash his face.

When he returned to your room, you’d changed as well, and smiled softly at peter, “hey baguette boy” a nervous laugh leaving your mouth.

“hi flower girl” he replied, a small grin on his face. It quickly faded as he spoke up, “y/n i didn’t mean it” he sighed, “everything I said, i didn’t mean it. You know me better than anyone else in the world. You know me better than i know myself sometimes and it’s scary.”

Peter looked at you before continuing, “there isn’t much i can tell you- not yet at least- but all i have is you and it’s terrifying to me” his eyes burned with tears and he frowned, “i don’t want to lose another person i love, not when I’ve lost so much already.”

When peter broke down this time, you were there to pick up the pieces and mend him together. You put him back with soft hands and mended him with glue in the form of love, comfort and all his favorite sweets. You filled him up with warmth and kindness he hadn’t known in so long and warm cherry pie you’d perfected after two months of baking mishaps.

Peter thought he didn’t give much away about himself. He thought he had hidden his true self away and that he was gone forever, forgotten along with his friends cherished memories of him. No one remembered Peter Parker.

Except you.

You who remembered the most minuscule of details he had mentioned. You who remembered his favorite off brand cereal and told him which grocery store had it in stock. You who remembered peter had wanted to try a certain cuisine and made it your mission to find a restaurant within walking distance for your lunch date the next day. You’d remembered how peter kept his ac lower than usual because he loved the comfort of wearing hoodies, so you’d turn your ac down when he came to visit. You’d remembered how he preferred blue highlighters over yellow ones so you gave him yours without question when you got a new pack.

You, who had remembered all of his likes and dislikes, his loves and hates and all of his quirks. You had remembered every detail that made him peter parker, even when no one else did.

Even when the world had forgotten peter parker, you took the time to remember him and fall in love with him. And soon enough, he had fallen for you.

After months and months of despair and pain, although the world only knew spider-man, you knew Peter Parker.

That alone was enough for him.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #Peter Parker fluff #peter parker angst #Peter Parker imagine #post nwh #Peter Parker fan fiction #Peter Parker x fem!reader

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khaleesiofalicante · 4 months

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But he hadn’t posted anything about being in Los Angeles. Alec didn’t know Magnus is here too.

If he had known, he would have…he would have…Well, he wouldn’t have done anything.

It’s not like they can jump right back into each other’s arms.

I'm so Alec in this moment kkjjj what its not rare because I read tmi because my parabatai said to me im like Alec and she told me about some character call Magnus Bane that i was going to love and I should read it because of them

She knows me so well

Alec grabs his cigarettes. “Beer?”

“Beach party,” Magnus replies.

“Right,” Alec says and gives a little salute. “See you.”

He turns around and walks out of the bodega.

What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?

What is he trying to do? Prove a point?

What? That he is a fucking idiot?

Why is he walking away? When all he wants to do is grab Magnus and kiss him and hold him and cry into his shoulder?

What the fuck?

Excuse him, he is a Virgo

“Alexander!”

Magnus comes running after him.

He looks beautiful as he always does.

And hot as fuck.

Jesus Christ. He looks fucking hot.

Magnus has always been hot. Obviously.

But this whole modeling thing has done something to him.

Not just to the way he looks. But the way he carries himself.

He looks confident and mature and so fucking sexy.

Alec wants him.

Right now.

Sometimes you look at Alec and you don't expect that inside his mind his always horny about Magnus

“What?” Alec asks plainly.

“Can we talk?” Magnus asks.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

AAWWWW

Alec snorts. “You’re still ditching people as you please, huh?”

Magnus looks down.

Uffff burn

“Can we please talk?”

“Fine,” Alec says. “Do you want to go to the beach or?”

“No. I don’t want to go back there,” Magnus shakes his head. “Do you have somewhere we can go?”

Oh.

Fuck.

“Not like that!” Magnus says quickly.

Right.

Of course not.

“My apartment is just down the street,” Alec informs. “We can talk there.”

Magnus nods and adjusts the tote bag on his shoulder. “Thanks.”

“What’s in the bag?” Alec asks they start walking.

“Empty beer cans,” Magnus responds.

God, Alec fucking loves him and hates him and loves him.

MAGNUS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IS UNREAL

THERE IS NO OTHER MAN LIKE HIM JOT THAT DOWN.

#tlnd

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cerebrobullet · 11 months

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Sharpe's Fury Very Belated Final Book Report:

honestly been putting this one off because i know the battle scenes are coming and i need to be in a Mood to survive them sometimes. also im busy vibrating violently over my gf visiting in a week and there's very little brain space for other things to exist.

pat smelling sharpe's bullshit from a mile away but having to just let him Be Stupid. rip pat i'm so sorry your boyfriend is an idiot. himbosexual problems.

sharpe thinking at pat that it's "not his fight" when he keeps butting in, like.... bud, buddy, whatever you do is pat's business and pat's fight.

god i forgot sharpe got shot in the head. that scene deserves an expansion. maybe sharpe being laid up in bed for a bit with just harper to look after him :3c. what if i wrote a fic series that just expands on all the injury scenes to give them the solid h/c treatment they deserve

harper glaring harris down from protesting following sharpe heheheh

vibrates excitedly over the men bantering while on their "walk on the beach". cornwell please gimmie 20 more chapters of just that, just them being little shits while following their officer around like a pack of happy dogs ready to chew the face off of anything that threatens him

oooh the voice the narrator used for when sharpe spots the colonel he's trying to kill was *chef kiss*. very fine acting, loved the... fury in it *eyebrow waggle*

aaaaaand that's the end of that one! did enjoy moon's change of heart at the end hah, and sir thomas being all "well he hates you sharpe so clearly he'd not lie for you!". love it when sharpe going feral makes other officers want to put him in a lil baggy and tote him around. god i love feral characters SO MUCH

also blessing be that the girl of the week had an american accent, forcing the narrator to make her sound like leroy and therefore not insufferable.

hmm overall would rate fury solidly upper c tier i think. loved most all the bits with sharpe running around the city with a head wound and a devious lil queer man. loved the vibe sharpe had with henry. it had some solid stand out bits! and was overall very acceptable. 👍

Next, we return to the 90's writing era with Battle.

#sharpesession

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marcholasmoth · 2 years

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OSRR: 2988

todays only been a long day because it's almost 3am and im still awake.

i have a cut on the knuckle of my thumb and it hurts. i have the intense need to scratch it a lot.

worked this morning and did papier-mâché with the kiddos. one was doing it for school, the other just wanted to do it too. but i realized last night that i didn't have all of the things i needed. that i didn't have any of the things i needed. so i got up early to hit the craft store for things. i ended up going to walmart bc mom asked me to get a couple other things too.

after work was the meeting and i got to give somewhat of a run-down to ben about what i expect to happen. i'm happy i have a staff member.

after that i went inside because it was quiet, and i sat and talked to daniel and joel for a while. i was tired so i went to take a nap, but joel was leaving so i gave him a hug before he headed out. i had to be up at a certain point so i could go with papa to pick up dinner, so i fell asleep probably around quarter past 2 and woke up two hours later.

got up, packed my stuff, headed to panera, waited with papa for the food, and brought it home.

of course, the whole reason for the panera was that it was my family birthday party. because we have those for every person in our family around their birthdays. like this one, they usually occur the weekend after. it was nice.

aunt wendy made the cake - it was chocolate mousse cake again, which is excellent because it was just delicious. the decorations were cute - they were put up nicely but you could tell momma wasn't feeling great. but also she's the shortest one besides grandma, so she had a hard time putting things up anyway. but it was really nice.

aunt wendy got me a two-parter, the first of which hasn't arrived but the other was in a big bag - it's a queen sized red fleece blanket. it's beautiful and i love it.

papa got me a new sewing machine!! i'm so excited about it. i can make things without the machine snapping the thread and/or fucking up the tension! i'm honestly so excited about it.

and the eggies got me something i totally didn't expect: an apple watch, with cellular. the model i wanted, the size i wanted, and the color i wanted for both the external case and the band. and they got the right kind of screen protector, which i wound up fucking up almost immediately bc there was a speck of something and i thought i could get it off - i was wrong. rip. but at least i can get a new one for almost nothing! it's fine how it is right now though. the band is a little itchy, but i'll get used to it. it's so cool.

after the party, i said my thank-yous and took myself to the pumpkin festival. it was almost 8 at that point, so i went downtown and walked around for a while, just absorbing the atmosphere and buying things without going over my limit (i used cash). i was looking for a new tote bag, and i found one by a lady who works with african women who are mothers of children with disabilities, and all the proceeds of the things they make go directly back to them to help them get care and therapy for their children. i got an orange bag with elephants, and i love it a lot. i'm lucky i found it, too, especially because of who it goes to. as someone with several disabilities, it's important to me to be able to help people like me however i can. and even though my disabilities are only mental, being able to help kids with mental and physical disabilities is important to me. being different is okay, good even. but we live in a world that's not made for us. so being able to help people live better means a lot.

i walked around for a while downtown. it was nice. warm enough to walk around comfortably for me, but cool enough that walking around wasn't uncomfortable. i didn't wear my sweatshirt i'd brought.

i got some earrings and some candy and i eventually played a darts game and i got a little pink octopus from it. i smiled and cradled her all the way back to my car.

i went to mcnaldos after, stopping for ice cream and juice, and i went home to work on some homework. i got the last of this week's work done, and finished watching a movie with papa. when i was finally done and ready to go to bed, i got upstairs and the octopus family i have told me to go get my new friend, so i did. i went downstairs and got her and brought her up so she could spend the night with her new friends and family and not all alone.

i totally didn't cry about her being lonely. nope.

also it's now quarter past 3, my thumb still itches, and i need to finish my routine. i'm a disaster.

but at least i can track my sleep better.

also i'm looking for a recommendation of a discord access app for my watch because there's a few but i don't know which to use, or if i should at all. eh.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #2000s #2900s #sunshine boy

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pbandjesse · 2 years

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Today was a productive and good day. Why I fell apart half way through I cannot tell you. But I am alright right now. I think I am just stressed out. There is just a lot happening. With work and the wedding and everything else. I will be alright.

Some of it was that I just did not sleep good last night. I woke up a ton. I was to hot. My pillows were messed up. My wrist hurt so much. It was not a good time.

When my alarm went off I was really uspset. I have myself five more minutes before I got up and made the bed.

I shook it off pretty fast though. I loved my outfit. I loved that I could wear a sweater. I was in a good mood and things were good.

I was a little frustred when I realized I forgot my water bottle. I was already down the street and decided it was fine. I was bummed but that was alright.

Except after I got breakfast and got to work my water bottle was there?? I got in and said good morning to James. Went and put my purse down on the table. Went and checked the tour route. And when I came back to the education room my water bottle was next to my purse??? It was not there when I put my purse down. I left it on the hook with my purses at home. I was so confused. I am still very confused. Did I manifest it?? How did this get here?? I was happy to have it even if I was very confused.

I lead a small cannery today and then had a tour. I was a little nervous because it had been so long. But it was honestly great.

It was a shorter cannery too but even with some hiccups (Gabby discovered we spelled the group name wrong on the chase and we had to sharpie them real fast) it went really well and we had lots of laughs. They really enjoyed the video too which I was happy about. And everyone had fun.

We took a short bathroom break. And then me and Gabby split the group. And it was a pretty excellent tour! Not the best I've ever done but it was very good! And at the end I got a $20 tip! I was like. Omg thank you. Really lifted my spirits and made me feel good. And I'm just really happy that they enjoyed it. One woman told me she thought today was going to be boring but it was actually super fun and she's really glad she didn't skip it.

I was going to go do supplies for the next hour but instead James asked me to sit at the desk for them. Jessica told me I could just stay there so James could have a break. James went to 711 and got us pizza. And they're took a little break. I mostly watched tiktoks since I didn't have my crochet with me. I sold some tickets and chatted with some people. But overall it was just chill.

Once James came back to make a phone call I headed out. I went to target to get a few things. I got a little overheated and upset. I did really enjoy looking at the Halloween stuff. I got the Lilly of the valley ghost flowers. I did not get the skeleton I wanted. Maybe next time. I also got another molecar and I got the zombie one. Very on season.

I got a Starbucks drink before I went home because I was so overheated. It helped. But I was really just interested in going home.

When I got back here I brought everything in and went to get changed. I apparently didn't notice Sweetp got out and got left in the hallway for like an hour and I felt so bad. I only realized when he was at the door crying to come in!! Im a monster.

But he came in and I gave him treats. All forgiven.

I did two rows of my knitting and changed my bag for tomorrow because I want to use my leather tote bag. And then laid in bed until James came home and joined me.

We laid together for a long time. Until then went to do their podcast. I got a little mad because their podcast took way way longer then normal. So me and Sweetp had to make our own dinners.

The sun went down and me and James talked for a little. Eventually I went and took a bath and it helped my wrist a little. It's not constant pain. The wrist support I got when I was at the store earlier helps. But it's not perfect.

Tomorrow is my bridal shower! I'm excited to see my mom and my aunt's and cousins and niece. Plus some friends. Anne is going to get me in the morning and then me, Charlotte, and Callie will carpool to the city with her. And I will come back to Baltimore with Jess. I hope it's just a really fun time. A nice meal. Lots of love.

I hope you all have a great night sleep. Goodnight everyone!

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