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i-belong-to-the-stars · 2 months
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Headcanons for Poe's sensitive side (Poe Dameron x gn reader)
(SFW)
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Gif credit to @the-force-awakens | thank you, nym, for giving these a look over for me when I was worried I was making them ooc. <3
You and Poe became close friends shortly after you joined the resistance.
He was kind, selfless, funny, gentle, and charming. But you also came to learn that above all, Poe is sensitive. In many ways.
You first discovered this shortly after officially becoming Poe's best friend. You were talking to a member of Black Squadron when you referred to Poe as "your friend." Unknowingly, Poe had been listening on your conversation. He wasn't upset with you, but it stung. Once the conversation was over, Poe came walking over to you wearing the biggest pout you'd ever seen on his handsome face. "Poe, what's wrong?" - "I thought I was your best friend :("
After this, you understood that underneath all his jokes, smartassery, and sarcasm, Poe was sensitive.
Poe and rejection just didn't mix well together. At all.
Which is made it particularly difficult when the young pilot realizes that he's hopelessly in love with you. A fact he hides (very poorly) in fear of that rejection coming from you.
Poe's also stubborn as hell, refusing to acknowledge his growing feelings, no matter how much his friends try.
"Poe, buddy, you gotta tell them how you feel." - "I have no idea what you're talking about, Finn."
This goes on for a period of time... until a rumor goes around that you're in love with somebody on the base. Poe is devastated after catching wind of it, feeling his heart shatter and break within his chest. So Poe does what makes the most sense to him.
He drowns himself in his work, taking on as many tasks as he can around the base. He'd take the off world missions as well, except a part of him isn't willing to let this person just sweep you off of your feet while he's gone.
Now, Poe knows he's being ridiculous, but he can't help himself. Until one night when everything breaks. Poe sees you talking to another pilot, that cute pilot that everyone seemingly has a crush on, and Poe can't take it anymore. He rushes off to his room, not even bothering to make sure it's properly locked, sits in the bunk, and cries.
You just happen to be on your way to find Poe when you hear from Snap that he went to bed early, "That's really odd." you think to yourself, heading to his room to find him.
And find him you do, sure enough, Poe's door isn't locked. You're just about to knock, not wanting to invade his privacy, when you hear his sobs. Your heart breaks, and all other thoughts go out the window. You rush into the room, finding Poe curled up under his blankets, saying things you can't understand through his tears.
"Poe, honey, what's wrong?" - "Nothing, I-I'm f-fine." - "Poe, you're crying, you're not fine. Please tell me what's wrong." - "The paint on my X-wing has a scratch on it." - "😑"
This goes on for a while, Poe's reasons getting more and more silly, but the more he talks, the more his tears subside. Until eventually, he's just too exhausted to keep making up reasons. "You're in love with them....." - "in love with who?" - "that pilot, the one everyone has a crush on" - "Poe Dameron, the only pilot I'm in love with is you!"
After that, things are better. Much better. Poe isn't moping around anymore, and everything is as it should be.
Once you're in a relationship, Poe's even more sensitive to you.
He gets emotional very easily with you and for you.
One time, you told Poe how much you love him, how proud you are of him, and how happy he makes you. You watched as he tried (and failed) to keep the tears at bay.
You remember Poe in Lego Star Wars when Finn brings up the memory of Poe giving him his name, and Poe starts crying? Yeah, like that.
Because Poe is easily emotional like that. But your emotions also tie into his, ex: whenever Poe catches you crying, he can't help himself but to cry a little too. He tries really hard to keep a calm demeanor for you, wanting to be strong for you and not bring attention to himself, but seeing you hurting always hurts Poe.
And if he's the one who made you cry? He's a mess.
You and Poe love playing pranks on each other, but there's certain lines you both know never to cross.
And did I mention Poe's a snuggler? Because he IS. He's very clingy, especially when he sleeps. And don't think that hot weather changes that. If Poe feels you move away from him during the night, he'll reach out for you.
One time, Poe was awake, and so were you, when you tried to move away from him, just a little, because it was so hot out, and the emotions that crossed his face broke your heart enough to suffer through the heat with him.
Poe's very sensitive to touch, not just giving but receiving. He practically purrs whenever you run your fingers through his hair or give gentle kisses to his face.
Basically, your touch = a malfunctioning yet happy Poe Dameron.
Yes indeed, your boy is sensitive.
But you wouldn't have it any other way.
Because you love Poe, just the way he is.
Which makes him tear up nearly every time you let him know.
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She is like a shot of espresso.
Michael's pov 
"Victoria please don't be mad, i just thought you won't be interested in this event hence why i didn't invite you" I say calmly as I hear her monotone voice respond "alright, have fun then." She hangs up. 
I stand by my desk, shaking and unable to think or understand anything that happened. Tori and I never fight because we always work together for everything but this event for my skating rink wasn't as important as i thought so i didn't invite anyone not even my parents not they would even show up. It's just Tori isn't doing well, I didn't want to be a burden which of course upset tori that i even thought of myself as a burden. That feeling exists. I just feel like I'm gonna break down. 
It just feels like I'm gonna lose her. I can't do that. 
I bike myself to the spring household, ring the bell and see Charlie open the door "hi Michael, is everything okay? You don't look good" i have been crying as i biked my way so no i don't look like i usually would. "Is tori there?" I ask 
i try to smile and chin up as i see Tori's dad 
"She is in her room" He says "come in" He looks concerned. I don't think he has ever seen me like this so it's a first. "Thank you" I walk in and remove my shoes, i quickly walk past the family having lunch as i go upstairs to her room and knock. 
"Go away Charlie, i don't want to eat" she responds. I'm shaking, she sounds hurt and i did that, i slightly punch the wall, "fuck" I say under my breath. 
"Michael?" 
I freeze. 
Tori's pov 
We don't fight, well we do but not really. Fighting isn't our thing, we disagree and have opinions that aren't similar but we i mean i never get upset by Michael and his decisions, rather i am curious about them. 
I know he isn't the perfect guy, and I'm not the perfect girl. So we match pretty well and get along as we both know our weaknesses and strengths, it's weird thinking like we are a couple, well we are but it's always been this unspoken rule. People know it but also don't, i know it but also i don't. I don't know why he's not inviting me to the tournament. It just hurt me, I didn't understand myself and I tried to be civil about it but my anxiety got the best of me and I just attacked Michael or lack thereof. I completely ignored him like an idiot. That's what i am a fucking idiot. 
The doorbell rings. I don't bother getting out of my room to open it because I don't care who's at the door. I'm playing lorde in my room and maybe cry silently because I'm an idiot who ruins people's lives. 
Before I could resume my sad autumn girl lifestyle, I hear someone breathing heavily by the door and I see a text from Charlie. 
Charlie 
Michael is by your door.
Fuck. I don't understand how he can just- ugh 
I just wanted to be alone. That's what I deserve. 
"Michael?" I ask.
I open the door, and see him standing frozen. I caught him off guard. "Sorry" He says "can i come in?" I nod 
My room is a mess, there is laundry everywhere, some toys of oliver. Charlie's laptop and mine, the bed is unmade and bottles of diet lemonade are almost everywhere. 
He shrugs nervously and sits by my bed. I sit on the floor, not making eye contact because I'm too embarrassed for everything. 
"Michael, I'm sorry i don't know what happened to me it just felt like you were gonna leave or something I'm sorry i ignored you i just i don't know anymore" I didn't realise that i started to cry but he holds my hand as i just sob and then hugs me tightly. 
"It's gonna be okay, we are gonna be okay tori." He says in a calm tone and holds me as i hide myself in a blanket and he wraps both of us in it 
"Wanna watch something?" I ask. 
"Sure, Star Wars?" He says. 
I smile, truly he is one of the best people i know and i guess I'm completely in love. 
He smiles back. 
Michael's Pov 
I open her laptop and start playing Star Wars, she rests her head on my shoulder, i kiss the top of it. 
She yawns, I'm guessing she couldn't sleep at night. 
 
I sigh, as I see tori falling asleep in my arms and I think to myself. 
She is like a shot of espresso, just amazing and fantastically awesome. She is the perfect person for me even if we aren't perfect human beings. 
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katierosefun · 3 years
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i just like how quickly star wars animated shows in particular are moving towards the found family trope because i feel like it was very implicit in the clone wars (we love our disaster lineage, but i think because tcw was an anthology series, it would be only natural that we didn’t get as much content of the disaster lineage all together as we would have liked...but that said, whenever they are all together, it’s so clear that obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka all have clear respect and love for each other), and then in rebels just within the first season it’s very clear that this group is a family unit (literally a mom figure, a dad figure, a big brother and big sister figure, even an angry cat figure and a few lunatic uncles), and now bad batch it’s just. bro we’re on episode 2 and already everyone’s going “hey hunter being a parent is hard, actually” and “you need to do what’s best for your kid” 
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sachifukyo · 3 years
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Stray Kids as Greek gods
(🖤) · 〔 m a s t e r l i s t 〕
BangChan: Zeus
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God of Heaven and Sovereign of Olympus.
≻Loves to launch thunders on rainy days, to see how far they can reach
≻Even if he is from high Heaven, he is so humble and nice to everyone
≻Worships every single life
≻Are you scared of thunders? Well, not anymore...
≻He began to send his voice through the powerful thunders, with messages and songs that only you can perceive
≻What is a night of noise and panic for others, for you is a lullaby echoing your boyfriend's voice
≻He also showed you the way to hold thunders, so you both can launch them together
Minho: Ares
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God of Olympic war.
≻ Yeah, heroes are cool, but have you thought of a villainous boyfriend?
≻ A hero risks his life to safe everyone...a villian can kill everyone for you.
≻ That's what I see on Minho as Ares
≻ "Is the sun bothering my darling? Want me to kill it?"
≻ He is cold, fierce, the whole bad guy... Until he is alone with you
≻ Only you can see this weak side of him, while attending his wounds
≻ "I hate humans. Except you, you are the only thing worth to fight for in here"
Changbin: Hephaestus
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God of fire, forgery and metal work.
≻ He is incredibly curious about human technology
≻ Likes to open and explore clocks, machines, cars. Any type of artifact. You name it
≻ Prefers artifacts than humans, for sure, but is surprised at their ability to create all that kind of stuff
≻ He fixes everything you need. Your phone isn't working? Fixed. Need to change a light bulb? Fixed. He likes to do it for you, let him help you without complaining 🥺
≻ He also makes jewelry and handicrafts for you
≻ But the most special gift he made is a music box, with a tune that he did just for you
≻ Also he is the one that cooks, he is not afraid of fire after all. Loves to impress you with his firebending skills
Hyunjin: Eros
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God of love, attraction and beauty.
≻ He is hot, and he knows it
≻ His hobby is to match couples at the parks
≻ But for his bad luck, an arrow crossed his chest when he lied eyes on you
≻ You watch soap operas and cry together. He always guess the end right
≻ You like to joke that he shot you with his bow, but he thinks things too much and wonders if his thing is real or was it because of his magic. "I am sure I did not shot you" at least he knows his feelings for you are real
≻ Your friends asks him for love advice, they don't know he is Eros, so they call him cupid. He loves the concept
≻ Expect a lot of girls having a crush on your boyfriend. But he only has eyes for you. Maybe the one who shot him with his arrow was you...
Han: Morfeo
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God of dreams and sleep.
≻ Have you ever heard "It is on Morefos hands now"? Well, that`s because once we go to sleep he spreads dreams at night
≻ He is very creative making dreams
≻ He also picks the most beautiful ones for you.
≻ He will fight against the monsters in your dreams, so you can sleep well :( He is scared that you may have nightmares because of him.
≻ Is there someone who bothers you? A nightmare awaits for them.
≻ Helps you to sleep, and visits you there. He takes you to beautiful fantasy worlds that he makes just for you. Want to visit somewhere? he will take you there on your dreams!
≻ Loves to cuddle, and when you prepare hot cocoa for both
≻ You literally dream on his hands
Lee Felix: Apolo
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God of medicine, healing, and the sun
≻ This boy is so precious like the sunlight. The sunflowers turn to him everytime he is around. The stars on his freckles matching his smlie like golden glow that heals every one in need
≻Normally scapes the olympus to heal the creatures in the forest. His smile can cure, his tears are medicine
≻ The day you met, you were hurt and his only presence calmed your pain
≻ Since then, he dedicated you a kiss in every sun ray that goes through your curtains
≻ Loves honey, more when he is sharing it with you
≻ Makes flower crowns for you
≻ Expect a lot of sunflowers. And also give him a lot sunflowers as well <3
Seugmin: Éter
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God personification of the sky and the light.
≻ He hides his singing voice on the wind and dances with it
≻ Sings with doves, sings with butterflies
≻ Never cared about what humans do down there, but you...
≻ He decided to go down to earth only to see you closer. He secretly loved the way you always look at the clouds and the stars at the night
≻ "Do you like it? I designed the colors of the clouds"
≻ He makes shapes for you with the clouds and makes you guess them
≻ Makes weather for you. Want to cuddle and watch movies? You got rain. Want to go to the beach? Perfect sun just for you. Hockey???? In an instant water is frozen.
Jeongin: Poseidon
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God of the sea and oceans
≻ Dolphins are his best friends, he even talks (SCREAMS) like them
≻ Mermaids never caught his interest, humans either. Aquatic animals are his only family, not because he did not like them, it is because he is a little shy that his way to be won`t fit in
≻ So, when he decided he wanted you to be part of his life, started to seng you annonymous letters in bottles
≻ When you finally saw eachother for the fisrt time, he brought you some pearls and shells, and you brought him flowers
≻ Uses his waterbending skills to raise waves and present you his animal friends
≻You both ride dolphins on the sunset <3
≻ Everyday you go to find him at the doks, and consider the possibility of you living in the sea by his side
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1a-imagines · 4 years
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A knights promise (part 2)
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(Knight!Midoriya x reader)
↬Warnings: smut
↬Summary: After finally running away so you can be together, you find travelling isn't as easy or fun as you first thought. Luckily you have someone to take your mind off it.
↬A/n: This is day 18 of the Izumonth collab! You can find the collab post here.
This is a part 2 if you want to read part 1 you can find that here! But honestly, this one is mostly just smut so i guess you don’t really need to read part one. It just gives a bit more insight into their relationship and goals.
Also the art is mine, I'm really nervous to post my art, especially since its kinda old art and my style has changed a lot, so I don't love it. But I drew this awhile back and thought it would go well with this fic since its fantasy izuku. Anyway! Hope you enjoy ^^
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You shuffled closer to Izuku's side, half hiding behind him, hoping his body would act as a shield against all the wildlife.
Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle at the way  your nose crinkled up at the new environment.
"Have the forests always been so-..." you paused thinking of the right word to say. "disgusting?” you asked as you stepped around yet another puddle of sludge. Your hands tightened around his arm. The forest was indeed a beautiful sight from the palace windows, but now you were trudging through mud and wet grass, your boots already caked in dirt, it wasn't as enchanting as you thought it would be.
Izuku gave your hands a light pat. “I know you’re not used to these conditions yet, but I think you're overreacting a bit, princess. It’s just a bit of mud.” He giggled at your sour expression. Truth be told he expected you would be a lot more enthusiastic about the whole situation, finally having freedom, getting to date him without worry, travelling to far off kingdoms and learning new things. You had always dreamed of such a life.
Though it seemed you never thought through the possibility that not everything would be easy and perfect.
"Still, had I have known it would've been this bad I would've brought bigger boots." You muttered. So far this whole 'adventuring' thing has had its ups and downs, like yesterday when you both found that hidden waterfall, the water was sparkling in the sun, vines the trees hung low to keep it hidden as flowers bloomed around the edge of the lake. It was lovely, you both got to splash around in the sun, make a campfire and sit under the stars when night came. It was amazing! One of the most beautiful nights of your life in fact. However, walking through blank fields filled with nothing but muddy sludge wasn't so magical.
A yelp escaped your throat when you were suddenly lifted into the air. You instinctively wrapped your arms around Izuku’s neck as he carried your bridal style. With raised eyebrows you turned to the man who held you in his arms. "What are you doing?" You asked Izuku who grinned in response, "The mud is bothering you right? And as your knight it's my job to protect you even from nature!" He declared, you couldn’t help but smile at him.
"You're not technically my knight anymore, I ran away, remember? So I'm not royalty." While his logic confused you, you weren't about to complain that you were his arms. "I'll always be your knight, royalty or not, I'm always going to protect you." His smile melted your heart, like the sun beaming down on an ice cream cone.
You pressed your flushed face into his shoulder, deciding not to reply. He looked so determined there was no way you would win this argument.
He carried you for hours, and with every step he took guilt stacked another brick onto your heart. Weren't you getting heavy for him. Surely he must be getting tired? He was strong, no doubt. He had trained sith the royal guards, as well as in his spare time, for years! But carrying another human in your arms for hours!? Even the strongest of men would tire eventually.
Catching your eyes he smiled at you, silently reassuring you that he was ok. You purse your lips in response, not believing him, you had already asked him countless times if he was tired, you had told him he could put you down whenever he wanted, but it seemed like he was pretty content with you in his arms.
The more he walked the denser the forest grew. It was a nice day, the sun's light caressing your skin in the best of ways, the breeze brought a refreshing chill every now and then, you could have fallen asleep in his arms then and there. "I don't think we're going to make it to the next down by sundown.." He muttered, shaking his head with a sigh.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have carried me so far, we left the muddy field hours ago and you still won't put me down." You giggled, playfully poking his cheek with your finger. . He blinked, a blush coating his cheeks. "I-I just like holding you!"
He was indulging in the fact he no longer had to hide his love and affection for you, carrying his princess in his arms was just another way to show the outside world who you belonged to, despite having passed no people at all. It was more for his own satisfaction.
"There's a cave over there! We can rest there for tonight!" Your voice snapped him from his thoughts. Your finger pointed out to a lake with a waterfall. It was hard to see but there was a small, circular, opening in the rocks of the cliff. "Good find!" He smiled at you as you jumped from his arms and hurried towards the cave, you wanted to make sure it would be safe enough to sleep in tonight. Izuku pouted as you ran off, already missing the warmth your body provided.
He followed you into the cave, it wasn't big
but it was dry and would keep you hidden from the dangers the night brought. "This will do for tonight, from the looks of the clouds over the mountains it's going to rain soon and we don't want to be stuck outside when it does. That would mean more mud." He grinned at you, nudging you with his elbow. You flushed at the jab he made and turned your head away.
What a tease.
You both took off your bags and placed your items down, Izuku went off to collect sticks to make a fire and you began to roll out your sleeping bags. You kicked away all the stones and dirt before placing them down next to each other. You made sure there was enough room for the campfire, you weren't working with a whole lot of space and the last thing you needed was for your beds to catch fire.
You finished your task relatively quickly and decided to walk outside to the lake's edge. There was a small pathway around the water leading to your cave. It was narrow, meaning you both had to shuffle along sideways to get in and out of the cave,
but it also meant the likelihood of others finding or walking into your cave was very slim.
You took your shoes off at the entrance of the cave and sat down, dipping your feet and lower calves into the water. You closed your eyes and leaned back onto your hands, taking in all the sounds of nature. The rusting of tree leaves, the calls of birds singing with each other, the sloshing of the water as you gently kicked your legs.
Izuku found you peacefully becoming one with nature, a smile made its way to his lips. He figured it would be hard for you to adjust to such a big lifestyle change, going from silk sheets and servants tending to your every need to sleeping bags and having to fend for yourself wouldn't be easy for everyone. You certainly struggled with some of it but at times like this, when you were soaking in the sun, and allowing your surroundings to bring you peace he couldn't help but feel pride for you.
You were doing your best to enjoy this new lifestyle, no matter how much of a shock to your system it was.
He left you alone for now and got to setting up the fire, it took about ten minutes to get the fire going, just in time for thunder to roar from over the mountain tops, a cry of war directed to nature.
You walked back into the cave to avoid being caught in it. Izuku handed you some fruit to snack on, he wished he could offer you a nice meal but when travelling, it wasn't that easy.
“Stop pulling that face.” You said as you took the apple from him, and took a bite.
He blinked, looking up to meet your eyes. “W-what?” You frowned, sitting down beside him, the fire crackling before you both as raindrops began to fall from the sky outside. "You keep pulling that face, as though you're afraid you're not doing good enough."
You could read him like an open book. Granted he never tried to hide his feelings from you. He just wanted to make you happy, you must be so used to your lavish lifestyle, but now you're stuck trudging around in mud and living off apples for every meal. He looked down at the ground, his lips parted as he tried to speak but no words came.
"You already know why I left, but allow me to remind you." You flicked his forehead, a way to get him to look back at you. He frowned, rubbing the sore spot on his head. "I left because I want to be with you, no matter where we are. Whether I'm sitting in a palace eating a piping hot meal or in a cave eating an apple. None of that matters to me, what matters is that I have you by my side." Your hand came up to his cheek, the pad of your thumb brushing over his red cheek.
He half smiled at you, there was still some uncertainty despite your words. However, he wouldn’t be Izuku if he wasn't always worrying over all the little details. You chose to be with him, and he was determined to give you the best life possible. Even if he had his worries he always appreciated you trying to reassure him. He was so lucky to have someone like you in his life, someone willing to give up everything for him. He silently vowed to give you the rest of his life in return. He nuzzled into your hand, pressing it closer to his face. “I love you.” he whispered.
“I love you too.” You smiled, brushing some hair from his eyes before moving in as he did to join your lips in a sweet kiss.
What was meant to be a reassuring peck quickly turned into tongues dancing and hands fumbling. A kiss that stole your breath away. Your hands trailed from his cheeks, down his neck to place on his shoulders. He shivered at your feather-like touches that glided across his skin. His hands pulled you forward by your waist bringing you to his chest.
Your head titled as his did, deepening the kiss. You hummed as his tongue traced over your lips, desperate to feel more of you. You parted your lips, getting up on your knees, never breaking the kiss, and shuffling forward until you were close enough to straddle his lap. He felt him smile into the kiss when you sat on him, like he had gotten his way. His skin was already tingling despite the layers of clothes in the way.
Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the locks, wordlessly begging for more. He got the hint, his hands pushing under your shirt and taking it off in one movement. His scarred hands began tracing shapes into your back as you began gasping for air. He pulled back from your lips, teeth gently tugging at your lip as he did so.
When you looked into his eyes you saw them burning with desire and that alone was enough to send a pool of heat to your core. He moved forward again, lip connecting to your neck, his hot breath fanned against your skin sending shivers down your spine, a small hum escaping your lips as you pulled his head closer.
He left marks all over your neck and collarbone, sucking and nibbling at your soft skin. He soon trailed down to your chest as he unclasped your bra and moved it aside. His eager lips attached to your breast, and while his mouth began to suck on your sensitive buds, playing and groping with the mounds of fat as his hands rolled your hips forward. A groan echoed through the cave when he felt your clit grinding against his growing erection. You moaned, taking the hint and grinding against him creating a heated friction between you. The way you hugged him closer, begging for more, how your hips desperately rolled forward to feel more of him, it turned him on so much he could feel the blood rushing to his throbbing cock.
He pulled away from your breasts, his hands fumbled with your pants. He did take a second to catch his breath as he pulled your pants off leaving you only in panties. He took a second to admire your body, hands caressing up and down your sides as his eyes drank you in. "Gods… you're so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?" He smiled, pressing a loving peck to your bare shoulder. He was always so sappy, even now when you were grinding against him.
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek and yanking on his hair. You were desperate to feel more of him, you needed him. He got the hint and pulled off his own pants, throwing them to the side before taking off his shirt. You looked over his scars, pressing kisses to a few of them.
Once you were both rid of all the clothes that kept you apart, he picked you up bridal style, carrying you over to the fur sleeping bags. He lay you down, coaxing your legs apart so he could get between them, your lips locked again, your naked bodies rubbed together, it felt so much better without the clothes in between. He moaned, getting up onto his knees and fisting his hard cock in his hand.
He gave you an expecting look and you crawled forward. You sat back on your knees when you reached him, looking up at him through your lashes, pupils dilated. He smiled down at you, one hand petting your hair as the tip of his cock traced around your lips. "Open up, princess." He whispered and you obeyed.  
He pushed his hips forward until his ball hit your chin, tears peaking at the corner of your eyes as you swallowed his length, the tip hitting the back of your throat. He wiped them away for you, "Suck on it for me princess." He muttered breathlessly.
Your tongue circled around the tip, the salty taste of pre cum hitting your taste buds. You bobbed your head up and down, impatience  making your actions erratic. He breathed out, eyes sliping close as he marvelled in the feeling of your hot mouth around his aching cock. It took everything in him not to start thrusting forward into your mouth, but he didn't want to hurt you.
You grabbed onto his hips for better leverage, quickening your pace. Saliva began to drip from your mouth, onto your bouncing tits. "Mhh, yeah, just like that baby." You removed one hand from his side and slipped it between your legs, his loud moans and words of praise were too much for you, your ever growing heat needed to be tended to.
Izuku opened his eyes to see where your hand had gone, and upon seeing you pleasuring yourself as you sucked on his member got too overwhelming. His head went back, toes curling as he inhaled a sharp breath. "P-princess i'm going to cum!" he let out a strangle moan, his body curling forward as he released his hot seed into your mouth. He panted as you pulled away, cum covered your lips. Your tongue poked out to lick up every drop as you stared deep into his eyes.
His lips parted at the sight of you greedily lapping up his cum. You smiled at his reaction before laying back down on the sleeping bag. He smiled back, crawling over your body. You were far from done.
He connected his lips back to yours, noses clumsily bumping together, he could taste himself on your tongue, it boosted his ego. Your hips began to rock against his, your slick coating his cock as it slipped between your folds. You sighed into the kiss, grabbing at his hair and neck to pull him closer.
His lips started to trail back down your body, this time going further than your breasts. He kissed his way down your stomach, soon his face was between your legs, he could feel your heat, see your dripping arousal. He licked his lips, squeezing your thigh before diving forward. His tongue pushed inside your hole, lapping up your juices, his nose buried deep into your clit.
You gasped, back arching and toes curling when your aching core finally had some attention. He moaned at your taste, sending vibrations down your spine. Your beautiful noises of pleasure bounced off the walls of the cave. Neither of you had to be quiet anymore, there were no guards, no servants, not even family to be careful of, and he wanted to hear you scream out his name.
"Fuck! p-please. Just fill me up already." You mewled. He looked up at you with a grin, pulling away from you as he licked his lips. You'd never seen such an animalistic look in his eyes. It was like a lion stalking in on his prey.
He got onto his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling your forward. He pressed the tip of his cock to your clit, teasingly rubbing it up and down, slapping it a few times. You whined at his teasing before finally pressing it into your hole.
You simultaneously released low groans. Your hands grabbed at the fabric of the sleeping bags as his fingers dug into your hips. A trapped sigh escaped his lips once he was fully in. He gave you a few seconds to adjust as he put your legs over his shoulders and leaned forward so he could grab and hold one of your hands.
"M-move- fuck~ please!" You moaned. He didn't need to be told twice. He began to pound into you without hesitation. Each thrust of his hips made you whimper and whine, you squeezed his hand as the heat in your core grew.
"Mmh~ you're taking me so well. G-Good girl." He whispered, his hips quickening at the sound of your squelching pussy. He moaned, his cock going sliding into deep. As much as his body wanted to throw his head back he fought to keep it forward. He didn't want to miss a second of your expression. You looked so beautiful, your hair falling around your head like some sort of halo. The way you bit your lip, your eyes rolling back as those blissful, slutty moans left your parted lips.
It was all too perfect.
He took his hand from yours, sitting up and changing the position. He bent you over, ass in the air and your glistening pussy on display for him. He moaned at the sight before slipping back inside of you. His hands clamped down on your waist, pulling you back into him. It was so much faster, harder, you were both screaming out in pleasure at the new position. His cock reached new places.
You rolled your hips against him, eyes rolling back into your head as you desperately grabbed for something to hold onto, fearing that you were already about to come undone around him. You felt his hands rub at your ass cheeks, his eyes admiring how perfectly round and plump they were.
He leaned over your body, chest against your back, one hand holding him up as the other moved around to your swollen clit. He drilled into you as his fingers rubbed circles into your clit. His lips leaving small kisses to your bare shoulder in between his moans.
"Oh.. oh, Y/n~ princess." He panted into your ear. "Are you ready to be filled?" He asked, nuzzling your neck with his nose. His toes were digging into the floor as he felt his throbbing cock ach for release. He wanted to stuff you full of his cum as you screamed out his name.
You nodded, moaning out a string of yes's. You pushed your hips back, keeping up with his lightning speed, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. He closed his eyes, back arching as he felt his hot ropes of cum spill inside of you as you cried out his name, your juices spilling over his hand. Your body curled in on itself as the pleasure washed over you.
He fucked you through your orgasms, only pulling out when his cock had stopped twitching.  
You both collapsed onto the fur. He wasted no time pulling you into his arms, hand moving around to massage your hips as he always did. You did your best to ignore the feeling of his cum slipping out of you and dripping onto your thigh.
With a light kiss to your forehead he pulled you to lay on his chest. "You ok, princess?"
You giggled at his concern. "We've done this so many times now and you still worry about hurting me?" His face flushed red, eyes turning away to look at the pouring rain outside the cave. "I-I would never want to hurt you." He confessed.
You took his face into your hand, turning him to look at you. You pressed a kiss to his lips and lay your head back down. "It was amazing as always. Don't worry."
He nodded, both of you laying in silence for a while as you enjoyed the sounds of nature. The calming sounds of rain showering down from the sky, the cackling of the fire that kept you both warm. It was so peaceful. There were no other people in sight, no guards, royals, townspeople. It was just you two, alone, how you both had always wanted it to be.
"You never told me what your mom said when you told her we were leaving." You turned to face him again, resting your chin on his shoulder. His hand ran through your locks absentmindedly.
"She was happy for us. She said she was glad i was following my heart, that i found someone who loves me enough to give up everything they have just to be with me." He smiled, recalling her reaction. "All she asks is that we come back to visit every now and then, and when we eventually find a good home to settle down in, we have to send her a letter telling her our whereabouts so she can come visit us too."
You smiled, it would be so nice to have her visit your home, to be able to cook for her for once. She always took good care of you whenever you went to visit. You couldn't wait to return the favour. "That sounds nice doesn't it?"
He hummed in agreement, the image of you both living in a cottage, somewhere in the forest. Not too far from civilisation but enough to have your own space. No one to bother you, everyday would be peaceful. You could have spare rooms for guests. Maybe a family and pets someday.
"Yeah, that sounds amazing." He smiled, looking at you. His one and only princess, his first and only love.
He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.
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kirbypegasister · 3 years
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For moose cryptid neon AU, what if Nova is like a urban legend like the Green Man? Like do to an accident Nova isn't quite human anymore; took to walking late at night to avoid people; look at the stars, and That is how he runs into Neon The Moose cryptid.
This sounds like a great idea!!
Even if it's not what I had planned for the au I really like it and may apply it some how
Here's what I have in mind if you're curious, anon
(WARNING I BARELY KNOW MUCH ABOUT CRYPTIDS SO I'M SORRY IF I GET STUFF WRONG!!!)
Since the whole Fandom jokes about how Neon's basically the #1 worshipper of the moose god, he basically sacrificed himself to become one with the moose, people knew of this but never saw where Neon went after it happened, let's say this takes place when DJSS is doing his little podcasts, one night he goes camping because he likes the scenery of the woods, however there's been many caution signs about how this was the part of the woods where neon did his seance to become closer with the moose god, this includes some blocked off areas that people have warned not to go near, but DJSS did so anyway, hoping to get his view count up, during one of his recordings he notices that some of the wild life are acting a bit...off. They seem scared.
This is the night where Neon came out of hiding for the first time in a while due to some wildlife bothering him in his hiding place, hoping to be unseen after everything, Neon notices the NSR artist and becomes intrigued, but he needs to stay hidden because of his fear of being seen by a pedestrian, soon enough DJ falls asleep and Neon can sense he is because of his breathing pattern and calming aura, but he makes the mistake of coming too close and waking the man, at first DJ thinks he's about to die but then after moments of freaking out, he realizes the cryptid isn't harming him, DJSS barely knows who Neon is in this, he just knew he was a war vet before this all happened.
That's what I have so far, I'll probably really start diving into this au once the comic is finished, thank you so much for your ask anon :)
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anxious-witch · 3 years
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Star Wars au (basically MY as Kylo Ren/Ben and LXC as Rey but I took lots of liberties). @domo-no-domo-yes gave me the idea and I ran with it
Drabble under the cut
(also yes I am aware Force signature and some other stuff don't exist so if inaccuracy bothers you, you probably won't like it)
Meng Yao is shaking. His hands are gripping the sink and he is trying to breathe. He can't get the smell of burnt hair from his head.
He breaths in. Out. In. Out-
Another sensation breaks his concentration. It's brief, like traveling by a speed of light. Which means... Xinchen can see him. And he can see Xinchen in return.
"Meng Yao."
Force, he hates how soft and melodic his voice is.
"Isn't there a way to sever this cursed connection?" He hisses.
He is so tired. Seeing Xinchen isn't going to help him, and Xinchen seeing him is definitely going to make things worse. Which you made sure of.
"Do you truly see it as cursed?"
Meng Yao openes his eyes. Despite knowing what he will find, it is still jarring to see Xinchen with short hair. Worse yet, his eyes almost look completely blank. 
His beautiful, sholder length hair made him look so much more carefree. And Meng Yao cut it off. Turned him into this hopeless creature with blank stare.
Shame burns through him like acid, and Meng Yao welcomes it. Deserves it completely.
"And you don't? The Force trapped two people who are destined to hate one another in a bond. Doesn't that seem cursed to you?"
Xinchen's eyes meet his. Calm sea meeting the storm.
"I don't hate you, A-Yao."
Meng Yao laughs, feeling more than a bit hysteric.
"Of course not...mighty Zewu Jun wouldn't let himself fall to the dark side."
Xinchen narrows his eyes at him. It's one of those stares that Meng Yao feels is cutting through him, showing all the jagged, ugly pieces of him.
"Your Force signature...I can't read it. Why are you hiding it?"
Meng Yao grins, and it's so fake he feels bile rising in his throat. If Xinchen saw the state his soul was in...he would never give up.
"I think it's for the best. So I completely crush your stupid little hope about bringing me to the light side."
Xinchen flinches and Meng Yao forces himself not to look away from the raw pain he sees. He deserves to see what he did to him. Meng Yao feels his soul splitting even more as he watches the man he loves in pain. The pain he is causing him.
Xinchen isn't looking at him, but rather somewhere next to Meng Yao. Perhaps he has a nice view, wherever he is. 
"You are right. It was foolish."
Two emotions clash in Meng Yao. One hand, Xinchen is finally seeing reason. He is not going to bother trying to rescue him anymore. He will finally find peace. 
Another, smaller, more selfish part of him howls in pain. That smaller, but steadily growing stronger part, wants to be saved. Meng Yao carefully pushes that part away.
"Finally, you see reason! P-"
Xinchen's eyes snap to him, silencing him immediately.
"It was foolish, because you are the only one that can save yourself. You need to want to be saved."
Meng Yao knows he is gaping. That stupid, stubborn, pathetically optimistic man still doesn't understand? He cannot be saved. He doesn't want to be saved. Meng Yao is dead, and there is only Jin Guanyao.
"You are a fool," He hisses, his hands gripping the sink so hard he is surprised it doesn't break.
Xinchen calmly meets his furious gaze. Cold and unrelenting, always meeting Meng Yao's rage and turmoil head on. 
With anyone else, Meng Yao could put on a mask. Sweet, beautiful, soft. Harsh, ugly, rigid. Whatever the person wanted to see, Meng Yao was their mirror. 
But with Xinchen...the mirror broke. Because Xinchen didn't just show him himself. He showed him who Meng Yao could be, as well.
"How much more pain must you put yourself through? Are jedi so self assured that they cannot see when they have lost?!"
He expects Xinchen to flinch. Maybe get angry, even. Instead, Xinchen looked like he is seeing the sun after the long, cold night.
"For someone who hates me, you care a great deal if I am in pain, A-Yao."
His words knock the air right out of Meng Yao's lungs. What a dumb misstep! He knows better than that. But there is no going back.
"Help me sever the bond."
 Meng Yao looks at him, letting the mask slip for a moment, letting his desperation show.
"Get yourself out of this before it's too late Xinchen. Please."
"No."
Rage flares inside of him again. He punches a mirror and watches how horror and worry flash over Xinchen's face.
"Then you can have first row seat in watching me die," He hisses.
Xinchen's eyes widen, and his mouth fall open. Shock, then pain at the mere thought of Meng Yao dying. So much for keeping his emotions in check.
"What do you mean?"
Meng Yao smiles, feeling the bond weaken as the connection slowly breaks.
"Meng Yao, what do you-"
Xinchen fades. And Meng Yao lets himself fall to the floor. He knows he doesn't have a lot of time. His soul is getting more and more split every day. He has to make a choice, or he will die. 
He might as well do all he can before he does.
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imhereforthetryus · 5 years
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Love is Hate and there no other way
(Anti Harringroves pls do not intereact with thid fanfiction your welcome to talk about anything else but this fic yes dont worry about the title i just do dEeP 💩 )
Tags: @thelonious-jagger-smitten @i-am-church-the-cat it glitching and so u might have to use the link
Tw: for abuse and panic attacks i apologize deeply i dont know how to do the read more thing im so sorry
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19911385
I be like we self projecting 👋🤦🏼‍♀️😂 noises
(Why get therapy when u can get bad coping methods 😎)
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Billy's eyes were blue kind of like his mother's blue but not really sure he had the paleness blue of his mothers but her eyes were just different he took a lot after his mother, the same not same eyes and bright blonde curls that seemed to grow a foot a month.
He figured that why Neil hated him so much Neil and his mom relationship was weird, in a way not just the whole abuse thing but that Billy could never really tell who was the victim and who was the aggressor.
Sure sometimes it was obvious when Neil was towering over his mother as she stood on the floor tired and hurt but then there were times when both were yelling at each other and trading insults, or his mom eyes pale and blue filled with rage would hit a plate against Neil, clawing at him and screaming truth be told at first it was amusing but he found himself laughing less and more just watching the scene unfold.
“My little Isla...Don’t cry everything is fine...let me tell you an old story of mine...about the necklace” then she would start weaving tales endlessly he would laugh and she would smile she was always a great storyteller she always wanted to be an actor it was kind of ironic how she was acting all the time … acting like everything fine “Is my bunny happy” he would not and hug her and everything would be fine but it wasn’t and maybe it would never be.
Like how if he had just been able to keep his mouth shut about the new boy at school. Who played with Billy the only child to not shun him, and who drew him a picture and how cute he looked and how he was going to marry him one day his dad anger wouldn’t have increased tenfold forever. His mom wouldn’t have left angry at Neil unacceptable of him but then if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have had his mother there to kiss his bruise stinging from Neil fist and the tears from the word faggot he didnt know what it meant but he knew it wasnt good, but she was there she was awalys there to tell him there was “nothing wrong with loving a boy that love is just loving and wherever and whoever you find it with loves you back and that the only thing that matters Isla”
He missed being a child but was he ever a child he was grown up before he knew it. He forced himself to stop thinking about everything focus on something else,...your eyes he had just noticed that his eyes well they were always blue but their not really blue if that made sense they sort of changed blues but to his drunk mind taking dangerous trips fueled by chugged countless cheap beers at Tommy H. Party it didn’t matter.
If he was drunk or sober one thing that stayed the same was he fucking hated this day...hated how his mother had left him and how she loved him she awalys used to say how much she loved him while hugging him gently like it would make Neils slaps , his red cheeks and tears disappear, as if her overwhelming love bundled with hugs and kisses would make up for it, but all it did was make Billy confused if she could love him so easily why couldnt his dad and then she came back.
Like as if she couldn't bother leaving him alone without the emotional damage of coming back she had only done it a few days at a time after years of hiding away with the words or letters getting fewer but then she had ghosted him a year later but he still remembered that day.
He remembered being thirteen his favourite toy bunny the one his mother had when she was a child and the one he spelt with to protect him from the monsters under the bed when she couldn’t sleep with him that beautiful bunny disposed and ripped to shreds it white fur blood-splattered and it head gone all because “he was too old for them” sitting on the floor of his bedroom just praying every night for his mom to come back and take him with her, and trying to lock himself in and saying his prayer faster as if to make her appear right there and then...and she did eventually on the eve of his fourteenth birthday there she was in the flesh, sneaking through the tiny window and grabbing Billy.
She shushed his protest and laughed at him but she was happy so he was happy and very confused But isn't that the life of a child, to be one without power or choice, always going with the change in the wind and praying for a safe harbor? .Wasn't that always his life going with the wind and following the “adults” he was sure they never grew up his mom was still a believer in hope even in despair while that was surely a good thing for her. it wasn't for Billy nothing was ever good for him. He was a ping pong to his parents, a useless fix it child.
They demanded him to pick a side many times even when there was no fight to be won it was a never-ending war to win his love they bad-mouthed each other constantly but he just stood there trying not to intervene in their war of hate, but he had too sometimes when he didn't want to or else he would be the target they desired to know who he loved more, but in truth there is no such distinction. They asked and should the “right” answer not arrive there is anger, swift and brutal in the form of his mom shunning him and his dad hitting him.
So even when his mom came it wasn't for him but just to win another point to piss off Neil, but he was used to the bribes. it wasn't too bad though he could get used to the perks he decided he would make the best of it as his mom carried him on her slim shoulders, he would admire the stars from above to him she stood like a giant.
Or maybe that the way he envisioned her he couldn't help exaggerate her tiny height even when he was boarding on it. he held on close afraid she disappear again just to let him calm his nerves she let him touch her hair curly, long and blonde a shining clone of his and play with her necklace. She had told him the story about how her grandmother had made the necklace from the last of their metal as a birthday gift many times usually with Neil letting a murmur of disapproval fall from his lips but this time it felt different maybe even magical. As they were walking along the boardwalk his socks light against the board, as his mom flowered him with Ice-cream galore. It was his favorite Strawberry and five scoops high he smiled happily letting the dark light shine across his face and the pools of ice cream melt onto his clothes.
They had come across an abandoned climbing place, an adventure playground of sorts, it was dark and quiet but his mom said it was okay and encouraged him to climb the fence.
She had done it too her heels landing against the sand she had laughed so he did, running up against the wooden structure which reeked of paint but she was giddy like a child taking him everywhere. At some point they ran onto the cold wet damp grass in the rain barefoot, her colorful dresses always finding a way to light up in the darkest nights, the light green still stood out even amongst the grass and as they laid there. His mom rubbing his hair and pointing at all the stars and telling him about it like a well of infinite knowledge.
“You see William that star right there” he had nodded hesitantly she rarely called him William, only when she wanted his attention, she usually called him Isla or Bunny and while he protested those pet names as long as he had been living she had just laughed and just pulled him closer he never thought he miss those names so fucking much. before you get the wrong idea she wasn’t dead but it was like that she was a ghost now refusing to acknowledge Billy but this time there were no secret trips to wherever, maybe Billy just outgrew them or his mom outgrew him he wasn't sure which possibility was worse.
As his bruised muscles cracking with pain,up against his hard mattress nothing like a beating and shitty necessities not like Neil gave a damn to his comfort after all, he give him a semi comfortable bed because “cost” but Billy knew that was bullshit.
Neil would do anything to see Billy suffer it was practically his favourite hobby when he wasn’t gutting the insides of fish but it was practically the same Neil would rail in the fish with bait or in Billy cases kind words and flashy gifts. Then he would wait a bit till the fish took the bait like Billy would let his guard down a tiny bit.Then go in for the kill using his fishing pole and fist to kill the fish slowly and painfully like he would to Billy and he knew for a fact that not only were these mattress so stiff and hard. They cost way more for whatever reason rich people like hard mattresses. but it could be worse his dad could have not given him a room at all yeah it could be worse it was something Billy always thought about him finally getting away from Neil not by his own choice but by cps he tried it before but Neil was so charming and Billy wasn’t ten and a half anymore, his mom wasn't there to challenge Neil and to protect him.
He couldn't risk a visit now so it would never happen not by any fault of his own at least he knew Neil could predict most of his movements.
He heard the horror stories he wasn’t going to subject himself to any more shit and while his dad was shit he was still legally required to provide for him otherwise how else would he use that line in his next argument, to justify his parenting methods and to complain about how hard it was raising a useless piece of shit like Billy and to think of it his father sure loved to complain about useless shit.
But he couldn’t complain he never could without a slap against his cheeks or his dad's famous speech scientifically designed to make anyone who hears it feel like shit which Billy already was, but hey the speech is such a great deal for shitty dads everywhere who wouldn’t love to mentally toture their child when their fist became too bruised to hit them.
And in all honesty Billy loathed that speech more than he loathed himself, more than he loathed his dads fist, more than he loathed girls how he hated to fuck them and go out with them and even more than he loathed Harrington.
Stupidly perfect Harrington who made Billy heart skip and leap, who made Billy blush at an insult who made Billy nervous and not just out of fear, he made Billy scared way too scared.
He could not be with Harrington even if he wasn't straight which he couldn't be because almost all the gays in California used Farrah Fawcett Hairspray it how they found each other.
Not like Billy ever went as far like that even then he was too much of a coward, his pale blue eyes glanced at the alarm finally calm for once because this was his favourite part of the day, when he could just lay in bed and glanced up at the ugly peach ceiling letting his thoughts flowed like a river stream quiet yet loud.
He pulled the wool cover closer shivering in his empty room another form of sadstic toture if Neil wasn’t beating the shit out of him he was fucking up Billys air and heat supply. He never knew when he would be hot or cold plus it was just another way for Neil to keep him on his fucking toes.
Like he didnt do that every single fucking day, with Neil mood deciding if Billy could only get away with a slap and a walk outside in the snow and how he hated the cold, he wasnt used to it . Ofcourse, he was a California Baby he could stand hot weather but not cold especially when he only had one blanket to protect himself. Because everything belonged to Neil if he pissed Neil off too much his belongings would be gone because they were never his , Neil spiteful face popped up and he imagined another cruel smile as he “grounded” Billy.
“You need to learn a lesson about Respect and Responsibility” he saw his dad, felt him “punishing” Billy, he felt his tears and struggled to get out of this hellish nightmare, his breath heavy, breathe breathe don't be such a pussy his panic attack was stopped by a knock on his door he opened the door angrily.
“What the fuck do you want M-..” his father stared at him stone cold and hard like he awalys was calculating watching Billy squirm.
“Is this how you talk to your sister” he grabbed Billy chin and squeezed it tight.
“No sir” Billy tried to make himself shorter, trying to disappear into the wall but it never worked, no matter how he wished it did but his father was in a good mood suprisngly so he let Billy off with a slap and a spilt lip, and Billy could thank him right then and there for not beating the shit out of him for being so rude and disrespectful, but the stare of disappointment and the glare was more painful than the backhand.
Billy forced himself to go downstairs dreading every step to eat with his “family” as far as Billy was conserend his mom was his only family but all his stubbornness did was put Neil in a bad mood.
“You’re Mother is gone Billy suck it up” he would say chewing his steak and despite Billy hating eating breakfast with Susan and Neil , being under his dad microscope was irritating and annoying but he knew if he didn't eat all his food, thank Susan, and be quiet and not exist then there wouldn’t be any food to digest, because Neil had done it before It was either eat everything Susan made no matter how much it taste like horseshit or not eat at all or even worse eat the way Neil wanted him too and while Billy personally thought both options were cruel and unusual toture and neither qualified as the best option but he still needed food to survive so he ate it all.
Every last spoonful in fear for Neil trailing eyes on him, his back arching aganist the chair, eating softly and trying not to throw up watching Max shoveling burned eggs and bacon into her mouth, his mom food was way better.
He glared at Susan subtly as he thanked her how he wanted to go off on her but he wasn't in the mood to skip school today and be bruised. so instead he took his anger out on Max he yelled at her to get up, which resulted in her eating her scrambled eggs slower then finally getting up and taking forever to get ready, grabbed Max by the elbow when she wasn't moving fast enough. he hated running into Neil in the morning who was less of a morning person than Billy and he grabbed her hard enough to bruise but not enough to get shit from Neil.
He ignored her screaming at him to the point where she was being a cocky little shit, and had the nerve to put her disgusting mud covered red shoes on his dashboard, with a little grin that stupid brat and when he told her to knock it off she flipped him off. so he drove like a manic letting his hands off the steering and speeding up just to see the fear in her eyes and dropped her off to the stares of the middle schoolers.
He drove back even faster it was the only way plus he couldn't miss getting ready for his favorite class of the day aka Bothering Steve for 40 minutes, he stood against his Camero letting cigarette smoke fill the air, then he went inside shoving a couple of kids who dared to look at Billy in anyway no one was that stupid to do it on purpose but still he had to install fear or he would be scared.
He wasn't always mean he used to be kind but kindness never got him anything but a broken heart and fag screamed at his face by older boys, a shove to the ground and the laughter of his classmates it never gave him anything but humiliation.
So He hid behind a charming carefree smile and reinvented himself, learning to keep his feelings inside to stop thinking about boys that way. The hurt lodged in that sweet heart like a slow acting poison and before long he became a “problem child,” destined for a life behind bars. He hated his “parents,” hated the system, hated the government and the whole damn world he had to or he would hate himself.
The hate It burst forth in his speech, his actions, his attitude. He got close to people just to hurt them, power at last. Nothing pleased him more than to walk away from a new lover ripping their valentines while they whimpered and ran, To shove a kid down and make him cry to spit the word fag in the kids fave.. To Billy people were “bad, dangerous, and they deserved what they got." Because he deserved what he had gotten.
Steve loathed first period, not only because it's English Class but Billy who made it his personal goal to harass Steve anytime he could which meant every class they shared together. Because Billy obviously didn't think his crude and sexual teasing,his fists and trips down the hallway was enough time to toture Harrington and fortunately for Steve.
There were only four classes but that meant Billy had to make an impression so Steve sighed as Billy came in late what a surprise , came up to him, knocking his books down against the floor, Mrs.Ava looked like she was going to say something but the look Billy gave her shut her up Steve reisted a snort great everyone was intimidated by Billy.
As the minutes of the lesson passed, the ceaseless buzzing of the classroom grew quieter watching them it was no secret that Billy and Steve weren’t pals but a look of shock always seemed to come on their face watching their interactions a quiet glance from Billy made the chatter started up again and they pretended to be talking about something else and looked away.
“Hey Prettyboy” Billy licked his lips at him, slamming into the seat next to Steve, Billy smiled at him.
Steve rolled his eyes trailing the pencil in between his fingers, he was way too tired to deal with Billy “Don't you have someone else to bother” .
Billy pouted giving him a small smirk he even makes puppy eyes look evil Steve sighed.
“But you’re my favourite Stevie” Steve kicked Billy from under the table.
“Fuck off” Billy just laughed and reisted the urge to whimper why was he being so weak it was just a little cut there Billy felt himself ponder looking at Steve who was trying very hard not to look at Billy and to focus on the lesson which Billy should be doing to, but Steve and his perfect lips and how much Billy wanted to kiss them, his soft hair i wonder what it would feel like oh how he wanted to kiss Steve, shove him against a wall, fuck him and punch him all at the same time why do you have to be so damn amazing Harrington.
“Ouch you really hurt my feelings Harrington..I think i just shed a tear” Billy smiled oh how he loved first period plus steve was so cute when he was annoyed FAG his mind screamed he reisted the urge to punch himself, Steve gave Billy a small smirk.
“Bullshit you dont have feelings” Billy chuckled slowly unbutoing his top not like it was open anyways but cmon if he didnt give the cows here a show people might think he a fag which he is , he winked to Steve.
“You’re right about that Pretty Boy” Steve glared and turned towards the window suddenly interested in the blue sky and clouds that dotted the sky. The bell rang finally freedom Steve thought he was one comment away from shoving his pencil up Billy ass.
why does he have to be such an asshole even worse a cute one and yeah it was pretty cliche of him to have a crush on his bully. but like can you blame him Billy was hot and straight his mind screamed at him it was too risky plus he didnt think he could handle Billy disgust more than his fists but Billy was so hot and an asshole but hes a hot one.
Steve groaned in frustration stupid horny brain but this felt weird and different he didnt like boys right i mean, and if he was gay which he wasn’t wasnt he liked nancy for a long time goodness sake then couldn’t he atleast have a crush on a boy who isnt an asshole, but what was he, after all if you weren’t straight then you were gay but he liked both he couldn’t possibly be gay and straight at the same time, there had to be a word and Steve had to investigate it for his sake so on he went after Mrs. Ava class to the library.
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Steve ducked from Nancy and Jonathan he felt bad about missing lunch but if they even knew where he was going they would ask questions he wasn't ready to answer yet when he saw them leave he sprinted towards his car driving to the town library which was well not im Hawkins but the next town over he couldn’t bare to see anyone he knew. He opened the doors to the library entering he was hit with a cloud of dust, and started to look around.
Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order, young adults section, comfortable chairs, tables for quiet study, muffled stillness.
He took a breath walking up to the resident sub librarian Mrs. Mervil the hawk who stood about 5’4 her lip always tight and pressed as if she was simply always waiting for disappointment as if she never bothered to smile, her eyebrows and eyes were thin and like her whole self her clothes reflected that always dread and uncolorful, so professional and tight. It made Steve parents outfits look casual and who despite Steve best try hated him for whatever reason, maybe it was the blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes those combinations always seemed to despise Steve or just everyone but mostly Steve.
He gave her a false smile “Hi Mrs.Mervil” she turned towards him. her eyes cold and bored she took off her silver rimmed glasses for a young woman she sure acted old she put down whatever book she was reading he examined it, she slammed it before he could see the title but it was a space book for sure.
“What is it Steven” he sighed and gave her a smile he hoped his face wasn't giving away anything.
“Mr.Harrington if you’re just going to stand there and go dont waste my time” he bit his lip and shoved his hands deeper in his cardigan. He couldn’t do this she already hated him she could tell everyone, or even worse whatever worse was. But he needed to know this more than he needed to breathe, he could wait but he wasn't willing to wait.
“I need to find a book...to tell me about my sexuality” at that her face and demeanor softened a bit like she was remancissing she gave him a small smile and lead him towards the shelf her heels dragging along the whole way.
“Alright come along Steven I don't have all day” he sighed in relief and walked up with her, he tried to make conversation as she rustled through the books.
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I this might not be a good idea especially as I prefer to avoid Tumblr discourse and I absolutely can't manage to say this right.
I just discovered I'm way more into Mandalorians than I thought. I also like the new TV show a lot.
I shouldn't care this much but my brothers watching the show and he asked me about it and it evolved into a discussion with me trying to emphasise that this particular group of Mandalorians The Tribe isn't necessarily the example of EVERY Mandalorian to my knowledge.
I prefer the canon that each clan interprets the set rules differently. Some literal, like the Tribe, some more freely, and it has something or a clan for everyone to relate too and work with their own beliefs. I dont like the distilling it down into one set rule and applied to our beliefs and politics.
Anyway to me its quite clear their society isn't judged by our standards typically but has ideas we can understand or follow with that knowledge. That might be related to my belief star wars isn't even humans like us though but anyway. Which is where I might alienate people.
Yes most stuff is non canon but it's still pretty well established that Mandalorian have certain history, rules, values, and way of viewing concepts. The no helmet off EVER is probably unique to the Tribe. Plenty of Mandalorians have taken it off before just fine. This is ONE example. The idea that adoption makes Mando have to prove himself is probably bogged in OUR beliefs of adoption, not the Mandlorians beliefs.
It's fine if you like it I wouldnt dismiss it its another piece of lore to add or want. If there is headcanons you can sympathise well def go for it , but also keep in mind most of the clans had large variety, something for everyone but this shows is from the view of THIS clan so far. Not ALL clans. Although I'm not certain how much it was enforced but I thought I read that joining people had to prioritise Mandalorian beliefs over their own so as not to conflict? Not sure totally. Not too mention new loyalties that leaves questions of what if you had family before that you still loved?
I think it's great it can be relatable to everyone and wouldn't exclude anyone but there's also a large amount of variety in the clans imo. I'm certain there's a sample of Mandos also hiding that Do not possess the "helmets on always" rule and some that pose as in between and everything under the sun as long as it fits with their tenets. They do have, to my research, the try to wear your armor most of the time rule though.
Speaking of rules people are taking at face value. Adoption. That mando has to prove himself because he is adopted theory is annoying me. Maybe I'm wrong but I was certain the Mandalorians made no distinction between adoption and birth. That's often OUR way of viewing adoption as lesser, not to my knowledge, their way. I think they shouldn't care as long as he follows his clans interpretation of the Resol'nare. To be honest my issue with that one beyond what I stated is my family had adoptions and we always got told how it wasn't the same or we must be missing something. Yes family bloodlines is important but so is the bonds you create. Our society does not always like adoption much.
Maybe these will be discussed more and straightened out fact and fiction by the time more people dive into lore from interest. Maybe not.
Either way I said it now got it out of my system and can't be bothered anymore
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Fraze & Ali
Fraze being a real cunt
Fraze: Sort it out for fuck's sake. Ali joined the chat 101 minutes ago Ali: Nah, youse the ones having to deal with her, so I shan't Fraze: Yeah I am so stop being a twat. Fraze: Or stay round Caleb's and really do ma in. Ali: 😂🖕  Unlucky Ali: And I am, I'll drop the kids round at some point so youse can see them but I've got shit to do so I won't be staying Fraze: Big of you. Fair dues though throwing a tantrum can be an all dayer when you're such a brat. Ali: Boo hoo, you're the one crying to me 'cos you can't stomach her for five seconds Ali: Give a shit, Fraze, this doesn't involve you Fraze: I was trying to appeal to you 'cause it's Christmas and dad wants you there but fuck off then. Ali: That's the spirit Ali: Why would I wanna be there? I'll see dad, and everyone else who isn't being mad cunty, in my own time Ali: I've got no need to commit to another day of this shite Fraze: Keep being a selfish cunt it's not like I want you there after you threw me under the bus calling me one of ma's failures Ali: Yeah? Glad I won't be missed then, no hurt feelings all round Ali: And go to ma for comfort, she'll happily tell you the truth will set you free on that score Fraze: I'm not the one whose proper hurt. She is. You don't give a shit but the rest of us do. Do me a favor and gimme a time you're coming so I can be out. Ali: Well she ain't the only one but the only one that matters, right? Ali: Then console her with how much of a success you are, console yourself whilst you're at it Fraze: Fuck you. You're such a spoiled bitch. You're hurt 'cause what she told you to man up and tell Ro Drew's a cheating scumbag woe's you Fraze: Just 'cause you feel guilty no need to make ma feel it worse Ali: I'm not the one crying 'cos I've not got my way here Ali: Its hilarious you believe everything she tells you 'cos that ain't the conversation I had with her Ali: Like she needs any help with her guilt complex Fraze: Aren't you? Ruining christmas 'cause you didn' t get your way for once ain't no better. Fraze: I'm surprised you wanna bother bringing your kids around if she's such a shit mum Ali: Who's ruining anything? She doesn't want me there, you don't, like I said, I'll make the effort to see the people who want to see me too Ali: Well I'm all for second chances, even if she thinks they're bullshit Fraze: Act like it then. Give her one. Ali: I am. Ali: She hasn't taken it yet Fraze: You haven't offered it. All you've done is avoided her Ali: That's how you see it. You don't live here, don't act like you're involved in this family any more. She sees me multiple times a week, she's had ample opportunity, I'm not the one hiding Fraze: Neither do you. Until Caleb upsets you and you come running back. You see her too. Why's it all on her? Ali: Grow up. Ali: I'll make myself and my children homeless, shall I? Ali: Not all of us bum the moral high ground as much as you, you moron Ali: Because its never on her Ali: She needs to learn to apologize when she's the one in the wrong, its not hard Fraze: You're the idiot that needs to grow up. Fraze: If its so easy do it Fraze: You can't even own the shit you said Fraze: Except her to kiss your feet though don't ya? Fraze: Hypocrite Ali: No, because I'm NOT in the wrong Ali: Keep up Ali: I know what I said Ali: and I haven't felt the need to be telling tales on what she said Ali: which is evidently all she's been doing so yeah, I'm good pal Fraze: Fuck you. She didn't rat you out, princess I overheard her telling dad why he's precious fave wouldn't be at the table Ali: Then you shouldn't be so nosy, should you Fraze: Yeah its all my bad. None of yours. Get a fucking clue. Ali: What's this got to do with you? Fraze: Oh fuck all except I wanted a nice family Christmas for my kids like we used to have Fraze: I'm the selfish one of course Ali: You aren't going to find it here Ali: you're not a child, any more, it isn't going to be that fantasy you've got in your head Ali: if you wanted that, take 'em to disney world Fraze: Cheers for the ma impression while she's radio silent Fraze: But don't speak on my childhood or how I raise my kids again 'cause you know less than nothing about either Ali: Please, you're 4 years older than me, don't act like I wasn't there Ali: You don't get to control the narrative Fraze: Why not you are Fraze: You don't get to tell me what's a fantasy Ali: Believe it if it makes you any happier Ali: evidently not Ali: it was what it was for all of us, we can all say how we found it but the stories aren't gonna add up and that'll create dissonance, hohum Ali: it doesn't matter either way Fraze: No it was what it was for you 3 and it was what it was for Joe, Bea and me Fraze: which matters to me Fraze: even if you're an ungrateful cunt these days Fraze: and apparently always were Ali: Yeah yeah yeah, and it was different for ma and da Ali: like I said, no one wants your war stories Ali: its different for us, you all agree, so stop pushing your bullshit onto us making us try to 'learn' from you Fraze: But it's fine for you to spout all your bullshit, yeah? One fucking rule for Ali Mckenna as per Ali: am I asking you to listen? Ali: I don't want to be talking to you, as per, you came screaming at me, like she did Fraze: Fuck off then I'm done Ali: ta ta dearest brother you're really good at this Ali: just like mummy Fraze: I ain't trying to be good to you I don't owe you shit Fraze: I was trying to help ma who I do Fraze: But forget it 'cause she's better off not talking to ya Ali: and I owe nothing to you, you can try and hold seniority over people for a while but don't act surprised when they tire of the lectures Ali: I sincerely hope so Ali: FYI, you're your own person, she'd like you to know that, according to her, you're NOTHING to do with her Fraze: FYI I already know that. I own up to my own shit good and bad. Fraze: If that's news to you suddenly too bad Ali: Hahahaha Ali: no, THAT is news to me Fraze: I thought you had shit to do Ali: Sick burn, some of us can multitask Fraze: Tell someone who gives a fuck Ali: Oh, you are VERY bad at appearing non-plussed Ali: your entire life experience should tell you that Ali: the only person you've got fooled is yourself Fraze: Thanks doctor fraud Fraze: throw that all seeing bullshit lens on yourself Ali: ??? Ali: You screaming at me for however the fuck long=me not WANTING to say sorry Ali: wowee, what a revelation Fraze: Just keep doing what you want. Please yourself like you always do Fraze: I won't see you later Ali: its only what our darling mother would want Ali: she's a bad person, don't you know Fraze: She thinks she is yeah. No thanks to you Fraze: really helping to change her mind ain't ya Ali: Sorry I'm such a disappointment, there you can have that one Ali: I mean it Fraze: Good you should be sorry too bad I ain't the one that wants to hear it Ali: you can tell her yourself Ali: it isn't my job to mother my own mother Ali: she wont give you a gold star but you can whack off to how smug you'll feel Fraze: Fuck you. I mean that. Ali: I don't care Ali: None of us love each other, its all falling apart Ali: I don't fucking care Fraze: You don't love us anymore now you've got your cosy set up that ain't the same thing Fraze: Good luck to you. Ali: Bullshit Ali: Joe's gone, Tommy left as soon as he feasibly could and he's only back 'cos he's got no other option Ali: You're busy pretending you're someone else Ali: and I won't be here soon either, so why delay the inevitable, it's all gone Ali: and I haven't got sod all 'cosy' literally what the hell do you know, all I've got is MY kids Ali: and they need me more than Tess ever did, I was surplus to requirements from the jump there Fraze: Some genius you are. You don't have a fucking clue. Joe's an addict, he's struggling. Tommy has been doing what he loves which meant he had to move. Also not about you sorry princess kitty kat. I'm trying to build a future same as you. It's hardly end of days. Fraze: Sorry you're not the centre of everyone's universe for one sec. Fraze: And everything ain't rosy all the damn time. Big deal. Ali: and why is he an addict? hmm? lets explore that shall we Ali: Bea's the only one building anything Ali: you're on her coattails Ali: its never been rosy that's my fucking point! Ali: and i'm sorry i've got sick of pretending its anything close to rn Ali: because it isn't and we all know it, aren't you all sick of pretending Fraze: That ain't for me or you to say. You'd have to ask him Fraze: You don't know shit about what I'm achieving or not you patronising twat Fraze: Nobody's asking for that except you and none of us are pretending either we're just making the best of what we've got which is apparently optional for you now you're over it Fraze: Life don't have to be exactly what you want for it to be worth a fucking damn Fraze: Stop acting like you're above us all and be with us Ali: Except I can't because he's gone. He's gone and you didn't give us a chance to say goodbye, no, I'll be as selfish as you want me to be, you didn't give ME a chance to say goodbye Ali: Oh yeah, my life is fucking peachy, I'm so great Ali: Everyone fucking hates me, is that the teen angst you want? Well whoop there it is. Everyone in this fucking town looks down their nose at me or outright abuses me on the daily, the kids I'm too young to have have a part-time dad and heaven forbid I act my age, my own family tell me to fuck off and die in a ditch, or tell me what an awful person I am Ali: there it is, yuk it up 'cos I don't know what else you want from me Ali: I have NOTHING to give, I'm so sorry I'm not worth my place in the tribe Fraze joined the chat 29 minutes ago Fraze: Put that and whatever else you gotta on me. It don't matter. I did what I did and I'd do it again. For him. Fraze: Boo fucking hoo. Deal with it. Nobody made those choices but you. Those kids don't need your sob story they need you to decide what the fuck you and Caleb are doing. Together or apart. Fraze: You don't get to act your age 'cause you're somebody's fucking ma now and its on you to let them be kids. Fraze: If you can't hack that you shouldn't of done it. Simple as. Fraze: As for the pity party you're having about us, nobody said anything like that. Calm down or keep projecting I don't care. Ali: Of course you would, no one matters but the sacred three. I know that, no need to remind me when you spend every waking day showing us exactly where we are in the pecking order Ali: This is a joke, what have I said to you, and mum, what is ALL I said Ali: we didn't need theirs, we didn't need yours Ali: but we got it Ali: and yet I'm nothing like my mother and my problems are NOTHING like hers Ali: I dare you to call her a spoilt bitch Ali: Wow, write a pamphlet. Ali: Read back what you've said, I'm not telling you what you said, you'll only say its bullshit. Just read it Ali: I just Ali: Never mind Fraze: You're a joke, Ali. Fraze: Your situation is nothing like ma's. You've had so much support all round. Like fuck are you working 4 jobs you're going to uni, you have multiple people willing to help with your kids and anything else at the drop of a hat Fraze: She had nothing but da. Fraze: I know what I said and didn't say. Spin it how you want just like with whatever mum said. Fraze: I'm not going in circles with you. Ali: That's all your doing Ali: our entire lives is one big circle revolving around them Ali: please tell me how hard she had it again Ali: as if that makes an iota of difference to my struggle Ali: so much support? Ali: I feel it Fraze: It should make a difference to your fucking behavior Fraze: but whatever I'm sick of this and if you can bail so can I Ali: Why? Ali: Why should it Fraze: It's called empathy brainiac Ali: No, it isn't Ali: that's the past, empathy is doing fuck all to change what it was Ali: you show empathy to the people who need it Ali: in the now Fraze: she does still need it in the now Ali: and i don't? Fraze: You get a shit ton of it Ali: WHERE Ali: I'm a joke, I'm a fuck up, I'm a cunt Ali: I'm not doing enough to help Ro Ali: I'm not doing enough for mum Ali: I'm a bad mother who shouldn't have had her kids Ali: there is nothing Ali: I'm not pulling this out of thin air, Fraze Fraze: You're pulling it out of your arse 'cause you wanna feel sorry for yourself and for everyone else to Fraze: You think I ain't been called shit. Made mistakes. We all have including mum Ali: Please do bring it back round to you and mum Ali: continue to prove my point Ali: call me crazy and tell me i'm making it all up Fraze: I didn't say that I said you're making a meal of it Fraze: build a bridge and get the fuck over it Fraze: talk to the people you gotta to change shit Fraze: Or just keep crying to me Fraze: what's that gonna do? Ali: Yeah, silly me for trying to get my own brother to care Ali: that's not how families are meant to work Fraze: I'm still here talking to you ain't I Fraze: you're the one not caring Ali: of course, what a cold bitch Fraze: You wish Ali: no i don't Ali: even if no one respects the fact that i have feelings that can get hurt just like the rest of you do Fraze: Again, literally nobody's ever said that Fraze: we're just trying to get you to tell ma your feelings are hurt Fraze: at least Ali: actions speak louder than words, even though your words HAVE been fucking horrible and you aren't convincing me otherwise Ali: she knows...she's the one who hurt them Fraze: and you hurt hers too Fraze: and Fraze: I don't know what else I can do here Fraze: this ain't even my fight as you said Ali: i know, i was the one who did it Ali: yeah a real impasse we find ourselves in Fraze: Do whatever it is you're gonna 'cause I can't multitask and I do actually have shit that needs doing despite what you think Ali: i was planning to
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