#its not even like just not safe for work blogs its also like ya know medias and stuff

[letmesleepy]

Everyday someone ignores my dni and everyday i have to remind myself i am a nice person and will not commit murder

#what is it w specifically not safe for work blogs rbing from me #it happens like every. single. day. #its not even like just not safe for work blogs its also like ya know medias and stuff #but still. please. im so tired #if yer currently seeing this its not about you dw. you wouldnt be able to if it was

[ivymarquis]

Hi loves 💕💕 I saw requests are open so I figured I'd send one in! I absolutely love your work you're so talented and I binge read all of your fics!!

I would like to request fem reader x soap where Soaps wife adopted a dog she found on the streets and keeps her even though he hates the idea.( he has a cannon fear of dogs which I find a little funny) slowly but surely he warms up to the dog but not fully. While he's out on a mission there's a robbery and the dog protects the reader and scares off the intruder. Soap hears about this and is instantly is best friends with the dog because even though he hates dogs he loves that the pup will protect his wife (I also hc that mabey it's not a street dog but a retired k9 reader adopted to feel safe while he was gone and she just didn't tell him until he comes home and sees a dog. it's up to you what you pick💓)

Hello anon I appreciate your patience!! I did pick and choose a wee bit to make the fic make sense for me, I hope you like it!

The Exception to the Rule

Pairing| Soap x Reader Rating| T Word Count| 1.9K Content/Warnings| Housekeeping first- this fic is SFW so if you find it in the tags I won’t be bothered about minors reading it but I am an MDNI blog and I will block any minors or ageless blogs who follow me. Got it? Cool. The author is an American attempting to write a Scottish accent, likely inaccuracies about how military dogs in general or bomb dogs in specific work. Allusions to prior animal injury, allusion to potential dog choking (in the context of choking off a working dog who won’t release its quarry), allusion to home invasion, dog bites, Johnny is not happy, the author does not condone getting animals you know your partner has issues with (but the plot necessitates it so on we go!)

Soap knows his wife well enough to know when she’s taken a “ask for forgiveness rather than permission” course of action. It’s written all over her face when she accepts his FaceTime call and answers his greeting of “What did ya dae, hen?“ with a “Please don’t be mad.”

Now certain men might have to worry about their brides stepping out on them on deployment. Soap knows her well enough to not even entertain that notion, so the wheels start turning for what exactly she could have done that has her looking this guilty out the gate.

The answer comes very suddenly in the form of a bark on the other end of the screen.

John Soap MacTavish sputters, something he is not often inclined to do, “Is that a fuckin’ dog?” And not just a dog. That wasn’t a little yappy fluffball who can be picked up with two fingers if need be. It sounds like one of the damn bomb dogs always yapping over in the kennels.

“Please don’t be mad!” She pleads again.

“Well a’m not happy, that’s for sure. Where and why did ye git that thing?”

This is completely out of character for her. Soap’s disdain for dogs (and why) is well known. She bloody well knows. So what the hell?

“It’s not permanent! You said this deployment would be a long one, and there’s been break ins in the neighborhood and I got nervous and my friend told me about this rescue group that helps rehome retired military dogs.” Her explanation is all in one breath. “They approved us” (Us??) ”as a foster family. He’s already got applications in for a permanent home. It just feels,” she pauses to catch her breath, and Soap can feel himself softening ever so minisculely to the dog- as long as he’s on the other side of the world, away from it, “safer here, with him here since you’re gone. The break ins have been really scary, they haven’t caught the guy yet.”

Fucking hell how is he supposed to argue with that? Especially if there’s some prick on the loose breaking into houses.

“Cujo better nae be oan th’ bed wi’ ye,” he grouses, acquiescing while still making his displeasure known.

“His name is Kabar and I’ll have the bed freshly stripped when you’re due back I promise.”

Soap is a god damn sucker for those pleading doe eyes, giving a big exasperated sigh to signal he’s letting her off the hook. “Fine. Bit he better be gaen by th’ time I pull intae th’ driveway. Let’s see th’ damn thing then,” Christ he hopes it’s not a Belgian Malinois. He knows they’re popular for military dogs but his darling is not built to handle a maligator, retired or not.

“Okay hang on,” she replies, notably cheerier as she taps the screen.

It’s a German Shepherd, thank fuck (Johnny must be having a stroke to be grateful for the sight of a German Shepherd in his bed)

He knows as well as anyone else they can be intense, but they’re a step down from the Malinois at least.

The coloring is traditional, but Soap’s brain starts nudging him that something is wrong with the dog. It takes a moment to click before he realizes the problem.

The damn dog only has three legs. “Is he a tripod?” The question is out before he can stop himself because no he is not inquiring about the damn dog. It was just a thought that escaped.

“He is a disabled veteran!” His bride corrects cheekily, before much more solemnly adding “He was a bomb dog.”

Oh Christ. He did not need to know that. Doesn’t need to think about the damn animal waking up one day with four legs and clocking in to work with his handler before boom.

“A’m only entertaining this because of the break ins, hen, am ah clear?”

Maybe having that booming bark rattling the windows will keep any would-be intruders at bay. This is the worst part of the job- being stuck on what might as well be the other side of the world when she’s got something to deal with.

“Absolutely crystal clear!” She’s all too agreeable, pleased as hell to have her cake (the dog) and eat it too (Johnny tolerating it).

Somehow this is going to blow up in his face and he’s going to permanently end up with a fucking military dog he doesn’t want, he just knows it.

But there’s no fucking way he can tell her No. Absolutely not. He goes back today, with a potential threat lurking around the neighborhood. He’d never forgive himself.

The rest of the conversation is much more in line with what he usually anticipates with their phone calls being- He doesn’t much like talking about work off the clock although lets her know of any interesting shenanigans around the base, and listening with baited breath as she regails him of tales both extraordinary and, well, extra ordinary.

Usually their phone calls end when she passes out in bed, and they’re perfectly poised to continue that habit tonight also.

“Ye made sure all th’ doors and windows are locked, hen?” He asks as she starts snuggling into the bedding underneath her.

“Yeah Johnny, I,” she cuts herself off with a big yawn “-I double checked them.”

It’s a few minutes later that the phone slips from her hand, camera pointing at the ceiling as she drifts off.

Johnny can almost imagine he’s at home laying on his back, watching the rhythmic movements of the ceiling fan in time with his lovely girl snoring slightly in his ear (despite her verbose protests that no she doesn’t snore- okay. Whatever you say, gorgeous.)

It’s an incredibly comforting moment that lets him feel a bit closer to home that is ruined by the sound of snuffling by the speaker.

The dog’s nose appears on screen, the angle making him look like an aardvark as he sniffs the phone before laying down, presumably relishing in the fact there’s not a damn thing Soap can do about this situation.

“Ye better keep an eye oan my girl, Cujo.” Soap grumbles as he begrudgingly hangs up the phone.

The mission ends quicker than expected- substantially quicker- and as content as Soap is with getting home he also is annoyed.

The mission got cut so short, and it’s so damn late by the time Soap is driving home that he knows the fucking dog is still there. The agreed upon date has not yet passed, which means that fuck is lazing about on his side of the bed.

Not to mention the mere obstacle of convincing a former military dog he’s never met, in the middle of the night, that yes this is his fucking house and he’s the one paying the bills around here and yes that actually is his spot on the bed so kindly fuck off.

At a point during his drive home, a police car flies by him. Then another. Then another.

Must be the fucker that’s been breaking into homes. Hopefully he gets caught and that’s one less thing to worry about when Johnny leaves again.

Except the red and blue lights seem to be fucking honed in from the spot that he’s steadily driving to, and Johnny’s convinving himself that he’s seeing things. There is no way that those lights and sirens are stemming from his house, thank you very much.

Even still, he feels himself driving faster. The sooner to quiet his anxiety that’s brewing.

The anxiety doesn’t dissipate as he makes each turn to his home. If anything it gets worse.

Because all that noise and the flashing lights are stemming from his own fucking home. Johnny can barely get the thing in park before he’s flying out of the vehicle. He can hear screams and specifically her crying and in an instant Johnny’s beyond being keyed up.

One of the officers attempts to intercept Johnny- thinks he’s just some nosy fuck from who knows where- and it takes everything in him not to blow his top entirely as he cuts the man off with a stern “This is mah house ‘n she’s mah wife!”

The sound of his voice booming into the night is enough to catch her attention and bring her running to him. Johnny embraces her as she flings herself at him, crying into his shirt as he strokes her back and soothes her.

He can piece together the general what happened, although he’s completely unaware of the details.

One piece begins to fit into place as he starts to hear what all the screaming is. His initial attention completely fixated on ensuring his wife is whole and hale, now he can check that off the mental list he now has the bandwidth to listen to the bellowing.

“Git it aff me! Och Jesus, someone git it aff o' me!”

“Cannae git th’ damn thing tae release him,” Johnny hears one of the officers comment dryly.

“Can always choke him off if the owners can’t git him tae let go,” the other one supplies.

“Eh, ah guess,” the first one responds in a bored tone that makes it clear he has a this guy fucked around and now he’s finding out, and I don’t see a reason to hurry- the dog looks happy anyway, stance to the situation.

On the side of the house, face down in the grass is the man who presumably broke inside.

He is so incredibly lucky there are witnesses and a sobbing wife to curtail the dark, angry thoughts swirling around in Johnny’s brain. Otherwise all it would take would be one phone call to Laswell and this prick disappears forever.

Attached to the calf of that man is Cujo, happily laying on the ground with his tail wagging slowly like his teeth aren’t sunk inside a man’s flesh. If the dog gets too annoyed with the man’s wiggling he shakes him like a chew toy, starting up a fresh round of someone git this fucking dog aff o’ me! until he lays still.

The mention of choking the dog off the would-be intruder doesn’t slip past his darling in the slightest, looking up at him with wet, pleading eyes.

Damn it all, he’s always a sucker for that look.

“Johnny, do you know how to make him let go? I don’t want him choked!”

He decides she’s probably better off not being told how often that ends up having to happen, and that Cujo will be just fine minus a few brain cells if push comes to shove.

But he has spent enough time (against his will, mind) around the dogs that he’s learned the basic commands over the years through repeated exposure.

“No promises, hen, bit we’ll see.” The dog has never met him a day in his life- there’s no guarantee he’s going to listen to a man that’s a stranger barking orders at him, but Johnny gives the sharp German command anyway.

To his surprise, the dog lets go immediately and turns towards them, giving the skipping lope that a 3 legged dog does before placing himself in a heel at Soap’s side, eyes wide and head tilted.

Johnny doesn’t want to think about what could have happened tonight if it wasn’t for Cujo- Kabar- taking such an involved roll in apprehending the man stupid enough to break into his home.

And he’s most assuredly not magically over his aversion to dogs- especially military dogs- but he might be able to tolerate an exception if it means having some peace of mind that his wife is safe at home.

#john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #cod x reader #my writing

[lady-lauren]

lauren hello! u can call me benz/bean/stink, and im a longtime fan of ur work on ao3!!! and haha i have been slowly climbing my way out of lurker status on both these websites/returning to tumblr 👉🏼👈🏼

but ya, i finally came across ur blog today and reading all the entries for your lil valentines op matchup had me giggling kicking my feet blushing heAD OVER HEELS!!!!!!!! everyone is just teeeew cute!!!

so ofc i had to get my shit into gear and send an ask while i could!!!

unsurprisingly, its a lot of rambling and gushing so ehe i highlighted the quickest answers for ur convenience ahaha ty and hope uve been having fun with all the matchmaking!!

im a queer nb femme and gender isnt a deciding factor for me! ill love on any of odas darlings 🥰

libra sun - scorp venus - sag mars - and a billion virgo placements lol

i find this all manifests as me being a huuuge flirt, a lil dangerously magnetic at times, but for better or for worse, i never get serious unless i know that we will be each others everything - im holding out for a mutual obsession typa love (but the earth placements in me needs that obsession to be on the dl for the both of us! pookie bear and i need to have lives and loves outside of just each other!)

as for other personality traits: i love being the hypeman for my friends, i feel fulfilled when i can support them in their ups and downs, im a ride or die and live to validate my friends experiences!!!! fairly rational and level headed, but ahaha also a delusional and self sabotaging mess, but hey thats what makes life fun

love languages def quality time and physical touch - i love cuddling, fiddling with their hands and hair, doing fun things together! (i do also value solo time tho - vvv important)

i love love looooove singing and dancing - it could be at a club, a karaoke room, the car, my friends couch, anywhere! i love it love it love it - and aside from that, a second hobby ill share with u is that i enjoy photography! i love taking snaps of small things that make me smile, polaroids of my friends during their big moments, film photos of loved ones and the softness they exude when they feel safe and cared for

ehe that was a lot so ill leave it at there ehehehe

im def open to any hotter takes u may have 🤭 but otherwise ya! thats my entry, and even if u dont end up getting thru them all, how fun it iset urself get excited about a potential cutie!! and to share what you think makes you You!

aside from that, i look forward to being a nonlurking fan of what u create share curate here on tumblr!!!

with gratitude, happy early love day!

ur longwinded fan, benz aka bean aka stink 💕✨

First, welcome out of lurker status, I'm glad you came to join in my little fun 🥰

and, most importantly, I'm here to give you your mutual obsession love: Buggy.

Let me preface this with: I fucking love Buggy (I would die protecting him) and I have been WAITING for the perfect match up for him, and darlin' you're it.

Buggy would fall into your orbit immediately. The moment you first throw out your magnetic flirting, the man is toast– he's buttered up with obsession and you will be his absolute everything. He will look at you like you hung the fucking moon in the sky and that you make the birds sing and that you make his heart keep beating in his chest.

It's wonderful that you're a hype man, because believe it or not, that's really what Buggy needs. He is constantly failing upwards and it scares him. He doesn't think he deserves any notoriety–he doesn't think he deserves love at all. You would be the light he looks to for encouragement. If he can have you, maybe he does deserve to have it all, right?

He is also going to need your rational outlook because while you have a little delulu, he has a lotta delulu. He, too, is a self-sabotaging mess, but I am a firm believer that sometimes two messes can come together and somehow keep each other sane and whole.

Physical touch is also Buggy's love language. He will always want to be holding hands, fiddling with your fingers, and for the love of all things holy PLEASE play with his hair. He would let you braid it, string it into pig tails to fit in his hat, or even just let you rake your fingers through it at night in bed. He loves that shit. Put flowers in it, too.

Buggy likes to be the center of attention, but even more so he would love to watch you be the center of attention. He would love to watch you do karaoke, dance, and have a wonderful time. And, even better, as a little attention whore himself, he would love to the subject of your photography. He will literally get into any pose you ask him, (especially if he's naked). And if you show him photos you take candidly, of him being warm and soft and just enjoying life, he might literally burst into pieces of happiness.

#lauren answers #match ups #buggy #one piece

[xinnabon]

WRITE ME LETTERS.

# long distance relationship yelan x fem!reader [MODERN AU]

taking in requests! thanks!

.CW content is all safe!

.SUM you as someone who manages her own business, you tend to have trouble selling your products for the store, but with your girlfriend yelan, maybe things will go smoothly as it goes.

a/n: I REVIVE FROM MY VERY SHORT HIATUS BECAUSE I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE-- HELLO. I'M HERE TO MAKE CHAOS AND I SAY I AM BOOMING WITH LESBIAN ENERGY. requested by a friend again but it was months ago. TRUMPEEEETTT!!!!!!!! ROLL CALL OUR SWEET LESBIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! YA THERE??!? also i really don't mind what gender is reading this right now. go crazy on my blog account then.

(play song nyaww. i think its sweet.)

work. sales weren't as good as you thought it would be. first, your business was sky rocket for a few weeks but then some other type of business pulled up. you needed to refresh your mind... create new ideas, but what's more?

7 missed calls...? god, from yelan too. you didn't really want to handle anything but you were sure that you needed to rant things out. if you didn't, maybe you'd break down to the point you don't know what to do. business and paying up for house and electricity bills was only to think about. if only, you can be selfish for one day. no. you can keep it in anyway. at least for a bit longer.

you turned off your phone and let the mattress consume you. you just wanted to be alone for once. who cares what others think, right? but either way, you just needed time to process all over on what's happening, what's next, what will you do. why does life have to be so hard to take over. even you think the saying that goes, "balance your life. have some fun and work at the same time" is absolute bullshit.

you can already imagine yelan worried for you. huh. must be normal to worry if people that is rather "valuable" to you like that. no. just let the world aside and pass time.

you liked yelan's company. you two met a while back in highschool but pretty much it was long-distance. just like now. you were assigned to be pen pals with someone from some other country besides your own. sure was sorta needed for research but of course you two were supposed to be the same age. oh how you wanted to go back. probably you don't know what to choose. either live your highschool life with endless studying and a bunch of missed assessments that are past due or stick with a business that was a success at first but eventually got taken by someone else's spotlight. it's frustrating just thinking about it. past, present, or even the future life you hopefully look forward for might take even a worse form.

so sweet... loving... ah. where did that go.

light faint. eyes ever shut tight. let go. just let go.

mm. 2 days. you haven't been showing up on work just because to rattle out some ideas. pretty sure the others can understand. throwing a piece of paper that is crumpled every time you change your mind about this over and over again. you could've just thought about this thoroughly but maybe you just had way too much high-expectations. you already have your own next-door some random store seller competing with you. geez.

you've been ignoring interactions and catching attention to yourself for a while. give in? no. not yet. you lay back and fluttered your eyes lightly shut as you carry on away to think it over from there. maybe you need to attract your clients more with designs? better up the products? make the prices fair? well. the idea itself is great but the context inside each and every one of them just couldn't rattle out of yourself. you just want things to be finally settled.

door is ringing. door is ringing? you get up from the lousy position you were in and head straight to the front door. you just finished ordering some food at least... 5 minutes ago. what kind of fucking food delivery service is that--

"yelan?"

fuck. why is she here. did she really have to buy a ticket all the way here? you look like a mess so far with her all carrying a suitcase and... a plush? right. she did said a while back that she'll ship it in to your house but sure is giving it to you in person.

"i know you're having some time. relax. think about it first then we'll talk. i, uh... didn't really tell you i'd be coming over but i'm sure you needed the company."

you slightly nod and let her inside. help her unpack, ate the food you ordered after 20 minutes of waiting, but really, the atmosphere wasn't... quite the best just like her last visits. showing her to your room to sleep comfortably and lay with her. looking at her with the A/C up and running. eyebags were already on your eyes. she doesn't want to assume what happened but really, whatever happened is what happened but it really matters when its to you. of course it is.

"i'm. not up for conversation right now. it's just... the business that i'm working on isn't doing the slightest bit of good."

yelan fiddles with your fingers. maybe she already had it figured out. she'd like it if you tell about it herself but what's the point in pressuring you? her hand running through your hair and signs you on over to go against her. you were cold. your hands were gripping tightly as you shake.

so far... she isn't asking so much what happened. you're sure she's worried but either way, you have someone to understand you need time to build up to entrust something like this matter to her. even to make you realize yourself that you aren't alone on this. breathe. and let go all of the disgraceful thoughts. nothing to disturb you two. you two alone. its you and yelan in your own world. leave it aside.

i will not ask you where you came from.

i will not ask you, neither should you.

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips.

we should just kiss like real people do.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x fem!reader #yelan #yelan gi #yelan genshin impact #yelan x fem!reader #fem!reader #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #xinniereaders

[turojo]

gio moment tell me about one of your favorite threads! it can be something you played with this muse or any other, follow your ♥

OOugh,,where do I begin — lemme shout a few that occupy my mind rn.

edit: this got so long so slippy under a cut it goes:

last complete thread with @lvsamine. I like exploring his relationships before SCARVIO on people he's met and worked with possibly. This is a sort of break in his melancholy; recognizing and being comfortable with someone who knows him for his work rather then ... uh, you know. There's literal changes in his demeanor from light returning to his tired eyes and getting excited over working with Lusamine and Aether on a big project.

And it's also the start of a shift in his story too.

Throughout the blog he's been teetering between "being good": recapturing escaped paradox pokemon, reluctantly remeeting people in Paldea, slowly taking on actual regional professor duties, and rebuilding the Poco lab to keep track of the Crater from above. But he's also very solemn and withdrawn.

But then there's moments of excitement, of going through efforts to get work done, explore and build something....granted this all happens during temptations. His mind strays from staying out of pathways that quickly get him into trouble. He gets so excited sometimes he doesnt see or even care that what hes doing is going to hurt him or someone else in the end. It's very easy to fall back into comfortable, malign habits.

Talking with Lusamine, remembering and feeling invigorated by all the work he did and the things he discovered ... he questions if its worth forcing himself into a comfortable and safe box to appease people is worth it when he feels so much better "breaking boundaries and discovering impossibilities" people are going to be scared of and that's their problem. But he forgets ya know...Arven, the son he left behind and like...all the destruction his "happiness and well being" selfishly takes.

He's always cusping a villain arc or good direction and I love seeing wherever it goes as more plots and interactions come by ; >c

v. paradox verse in particular, the whole “hey Sada used the Time Machine to yoink Turo from a point in time before he gets mauled so things are hunky dorey again but oops, it’s a lot more complicated then that and there’s emotions all over” deal

There’s several threads with nox/ @prosada that I love but in particular the thread where Turo is completely existential on him being here. He’s having a hard time trying to step back into a husband/father role like nothings happened. Arven is very indifferent with him as expected which causes Arven and Sada to get into a lot of arguments Turo of course overhears cause hey its a small lighthouse-house and he has ears. So Turo being Turo turns to absolute truths like physics and numbers and equations when he can’t emotionally deal with something. And what do you know…! It definitely spells out he should be dead and it’s very unnatural he’s here and it’s putting everything off. He takes this as a certain and gets really distant and sad and quiet. He doesn’t belong here and maybe he and Sada could never naturally stay together in any timeline.

But Sada comes in, smacks that idea out of his head cause it’s silly. She literally shattered expectations and literal laws of physics, time and reality itself to change that to get him back.

Can you believe he’s loved so much that someone literally became a momentary God to change the fabric of reality itself? Just for him?? For their family??? No matter how dysfunctional??? Cause he didn’t until he realizes it and does a 180 in perspective and it!! Just makes him so happy and so awestruck and --

I JUST REREAD IT ON OCCASION…ON THE REALLY BAD DAYS…STILL GET EMOTIONAL OVER IT….

Okay both have really good writing and reaaallly good grasps on their characters too hh.

There's like several other threads I have in mind too but this got ridiculously long; might have to make a new post sometime.

#ooc. » .001 ✦ #infernalpursuit #I hate this man-- #but love both muns hiiii hiiiii #thanks gio ; > might have to do this for my other blogs too LMAO

[artofapeach]

hi ! could you would you maybe please talk more about blitzfizz bc i am also a big shipper and i love your blog in general and your shipping takes on them so- if you have any hcs abt them or idk. my eyes are wide open.

HI HELLO YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME I HAVE OTHER ASKS BEFORE YOU BUT YOU ARE A PRIORITY

My brain is FRIED from writing for Nano and other things, so gushing about THE top-tier ship seems like a good break :3c

God I don't even know where to START with my headcanons on them, I have so many, I literally think about them all day

I like thinking their romantic relationship started while they were teens, 'cause they deserve that awkward teen first love, I think. Not first crush, 'cause I do think they would have a little experience before going with each other, but them being the first to be in love with, ya know???

I have an intense headcanon/theory that Fizz is aspec, demi in particular, and I love the idea that most of the time people flirt with him and he's just like "no thank you", but Blitz comes in and he goes "oh yes please!!"

Barbie Wire affectionately calls them both her brothers! This does lead to some confusion for anybody who doesn't know them, and Barbie (maybe purposefully) does not go out of her way to explain, much to Blitz and Fizz's chagrin.

Blitz growing up in Blitz's shadow and feeling so insecure :( He constantly feels like he has to prove his worth for Fizz :( Fizz keeps telling him he doesn't but that does little to help with insecurities

These guys are so mushy gushy gross. They are WORSE than M&M. They are in LOVE and they're NOT afraid to show it!!!

They may be a little codependent...and by a little I mean a lotle....

Barbie Wire: Have you guys ever spent more than 24 hours away from each other?

Fizz: I don't think we've spent more than 12 hours away from each other

Baby Fizz was jealous of baby Stolas! Even if Blitz only went there the one time, Fizz gets worried like "What was it like over there? Did you like him? Did you like him more than you like me?"

Blitz.....curling his tail around Fizz....pulling him close to snuggle.......

Tilla was their number one fan! She loved seeing her boy and his best friend-now boyfriend happy!

Cash on the other hand felt like Blitz got in the way of Fizz's career :/

Blitz playing the piano......Fizz singing along.......

Fizz being scared of horror movies, but also having a morbid curiosity for them, and Blitz always watching them with him to cuddle and make him feel safe~

*SLAMS HANDS ON THE TABLE* BLITZ IS STILL IN LOVE WITH FIZZ I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL BLITZ IS IN LOVE AND ITS BECAUSE HE'S IN LOVE THAT HE WOULD NEVER GET IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH FIZZ AGAIN BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE'S NOT WHAT'S BEST FOR HIM

Barbie Wire was pissed the fuck off when Blitz told her they broke up because like??? It's one thing if it was just some nobody he was dating for a year, but they've been best friends???? Their whole life????? and super in love???????? What the hell happened?????????

Blitz, being himself, refuses to give detail :)

I personally like thinking that, after working for Mammon, Mammon also realized that Blitz is in the way of Fizz's career, so he forces Blitz to break up with him to boost Fizz in his career, painting Blitz ultimately as the "bad guy" Fizz seems to treat him in the show

But I betcha Blitz wasn't the only one to blame! Fizz being the gifted child and Blitz supporting him all the time, I bet Fizz could get selfish sometimes and actually forget to put Blitz first. Evidence of this is in the Circus when Blitz kinda failed at his horse joke and Fizz showed him up. I doubt he had any malicious intent with it; just trying to give the audience a good time; but I BET you that overtime, Blitz's ego took some heavy hits

Oh also before Mammon forced them to break up, Blitz may or may not have gotten into shenanigans to steal an engagement ring :)

Engagement ring for sale, never worn

Fizz is the big spoon. Period. This is true in all of his relationships. Anyone who says otherwise is wrong.

Uhhhhhhhh I'm sure I have more but I'm coming up empty now wwwww

I'm trying to get in the habit of writing more of my headcanons down as kind of...writing sketches? I used to never write fanfic because I was worried about it not being good enough, and if I was going to do quality writing, I'd rather put it in my original work.

BUT THERE'S A MAJOR LACK OF BLITZFIZZ CONTENT AND I THINK ITS IMPORTANT I GET THESE IDEAS OUT OF MY HEAD SO I STARTED WRITING PURELY FOR THEM

so uh if youre into that thing here https://archiveofourown.org/users/PeachyArtist

Very much hoping that as I write more fanfic of them...others will also write it so that I have something to read :3c

ALSO THIS IS A 2 WAY STREET SEND ME YOUR HEADCANONS TELL ME YOUR IDEAS SEND ME ART I LOVE HEARING FROM YALL YOURE SO CREATIVE AND SEEING MORE OF THAT CREATIVITY WITH MY FAVE SHIP WOULD BE AWESOME

#send me numbers to draw blitzfizz with #once i have time again i wanna do one of those shippy ask games and go or something #i just i need more of them i have to draw them i don't understand #IM NOT EVEN A SHIPPER DAMMIT WHY ARE THEY HAUNTING ME #anyway gonna go eat now promise I'll get to the rest of the asks soon think the next one is an art request so yay fun :3c #hey an ask #not art #helluva boss #blitzfizz #blitzo #fizzarolli #long post

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❓ — three adjectives that describe you

🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most?

😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc?

😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc?

🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?

🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?

😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before?

💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?

😳 — what was your most embarrassing moment in the rpc?

🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of?

// ... luv ya 💛🤣 *runs!*

Munday meme

❓ — three adjectives that describe you

Ethical, determined, blunt. X'D Honestly, it's so hard to say 3 things that describe me, because I am many things. I am many good things, I am many bad things lol. I do have a real sense of justice and I believe in a good work ethic, and it bothers me when people have poor work ethics. I'm determined when it's something I'm very passionate about, and sometimes when I know it's just something I HAVE to do, and I can be exceptionally blunt. Some people have said it's something that they've always appreciated about me, but I also know it has its bad moments...

🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most?

I struggle mostly with scenes that have already been written. I don't know what else to do in a scene that has already been written when someone wants to RP it. To me, the scene has happened already? So... I don't know, I just hit a brick wall with that one, lol. Others is fighting scenes, because in RP, it's difficult as fight scenes are incredibly quick paces. That's hard to do when you're writing with someone else and trying to stretch a reply to meet a certain standard, but in reality, it's just filler. Fight scenes are action packed which means they should be faced paced. In a fic, I can deal, but in RP, it's a lot harder. Also, there needs to be a lot of communication to determine strength, and the amount of times I've had people try and beat down one of my very powerful characters just makes it awkward af. :/ People need to be aware of power advantages and disadvantages, and the overall strength of a character, and some people get very butt hurt when their character is the weaker one. :'D

😁 — what’s your favourite part about being part of the rpc?

Getting to interact with all of you, of course! Getting to meet new people and make new friends, getting to learn about those people, getting to watch others interact and back and forth with each other, and have a joyful dash that makes me happy. I love people sharing their headcanons, I love learning about their OC's or hc about canon muses, I love the art, I love the ideas bumping off each other etc. Honestly, just getting to interact with you all is a real delight and it's one of the best things about RPing.

😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc?

The drama. Thankfully, I've always been pretty drama safe. I stay away from people who give me red flags, and I legit just am not around enough to be a part of that drama (I may also distance myself because of this tho). That's not to say I've not seen things or even had bad experiences--I have! I think the elitism is a real issue here as well, where people value aesthetics over actual writing. I'm here to write, I'm here to read, and while I absolutely love a good looking blog and enjoy the use of icons, aesthetics prove nothing to me other than you like pretty things and have good taste in pretty things. It doesn't say anything about your writing. I think that people just need to chill out and enjoy their hobbies, not cause a stink every time someone does something they don't agree on. In saying that, I also hate the idea that someone can be entirely 'cancelled' because of a silly one off mistake. We all make mistakes, and many people on this website are young and inexperienced. People change, people grow, allow them that chance instead of running them off the internet. Just unfollow and don't interact, it's pretty simple. :/

🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?

I am ALWAYS listening to music, lol. Music is one of my biggest inspirations as a writer and as an artist. Whenever my PC is on, it's playing music. XD

🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?

I'm fairly new(ish) in this community here since my very long absence. I legit don't think I know anyone? Maybe some folks remember me due to my art? I don't know, but I think a lot of those people left the fandom and moved onto new things. So not yet...? But in my other fandoms that I RP in, absolutely! I have made some wonderful friends who I'd love to meet.

😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before?

Not RP mutuals, but friends from the fandom, yes. :) I was lucky enough to go to America a couple of times (since my partner is from the states and my mother in law still lives there), and while I went, I got to meet some of my friends in the TF fandom like a solid decade a go lol. I would love to revisit, but... money (: and time lol.

💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?

I think the general support that my mutuals have given me, and the friends I've made. I used to be a lot more active in the communities where I RP, unfortunately time, health, all of that has made it a lot harder for me to be around (and others), but maaaan some of those nights I'd stay up and just talk all night? Those were amazing, and I do reminisce on them at times. They were so fun. I had so much TIME to myself, and so much inspiration to draw and write, and that feeling made me feel very alive in a sense. Now I'm just another zombie trying to survive adulthood lol.

😳 — what was your most embarrassing moment in the rpc?

Pfffffff, I have no idea? lol. Probably me making stupid typos or answering a question wrong lol. I will laugh at most mistakes I make, but they can be embarrassing still. Outside of that? I honestly have no idea... I'm sure I've made a fool of myself multiple times lol.

🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of?

Answered this one already :)

#ooc asks #the mod #// sidjfiojdf thank you for these! XD

[sobrietywithnobullshit]

My First Post (intro); TW: drug use & addiction.

sigh I always start things i don't finish, so this blog will probably be just another unfinished project that i forget about in a month. Sorry for the pessimistic outlook- it's a big habit of mine. Along with many more. This is going to be a semi long intro so bare with me.

So let's start this out typical. Hi my name is Sam and i'm an addict. Going on 8 years now. It's probably more like 10..ish. I say 8 though because there was a point in between using for fun and needing to use daily without getting sick, where i was sober for like a little over a year. So 8 years works for me.

Choice of drug: heroin, opiates, and most recently the antagonist in this story- fentanyl. Which is quite ironic i phrase it that way because they use antagonists to reverse the effects of opioids. If i had a choice, i would have never started using fet at all but these days that i all one can find. Besides that flesh eating shit, don't get me started on that lmfao. I have been lucky enough to not run into it- yet. Plus i don't shoot (i am terrified of needles) i snort. So my skin is safe for now lol. I also have been lucky enough to have never overdosed. Or die in that case. So praise the lawd.

Let's cover recent events that made me start this blog. About a month ago i entered a detox facility about 3 hours from where i live. I drove myself and stayed for a little over 5 days. Then left. All of you reading are probably like WHAT THE FUCK BRUH you were sooo close. Trust me i know. There was alot that happened there that was so unhealthy and ill make a post about all that shit later, but to sum up how i felt there besides sick from withdrawals, i felt like a damn science experiment.

Cut to two days later me wanting them to take me back and they wouldn't unless i started on suboxone (which i didnt want to again ill explain more about all this in another post). This time my parents drove me fucking 3 hours there and back for nothing. About a week or so later i entered a rehab facility 4 and a half hours from where i live. I drove myself again. I was under the assumption it would be guys and girls (it wasn't). There were alot more things i assumed and it wasn't the case. This will also be another post. But i left 24 hours in due to safety issues and drugs literally in the facility. Which was partially my fault.

Okay so my recovery hasn't been so good. I am currently using still and felt overwhelmed for about a whole month. I kept telling myself okay i will call the new rehab tomorrow. Then tomorrow turned into a month. I didn't even realize i was doing it until a month went by.

I have found a new detox facility a bit closer to home..2 hours lmao. I live in the middle of nowhere btw. So 2 hours is nothing, i drive two hours to get my fix every week so.. no big deal. Except this one was super hard to find because the name of it wasn't anything to do with detox or heroin or ya know. I'm not sure if i am going to be accepted or if they have an opening yet because i haven't called. And im not going to until i have everything in my life in order. They also have a really nice rehab that IS coed. It's also not in a hospital, its more holistic.

So that is where im at currently. I probably will call them on monday or tuesday of next week. I had to get some cash together, my clothes washed and packed, and i also had some random shit coming in the mail that i knew would get stolen if i didnt wait. But for the most part- everything is in order. So next week i could be getting clean again for the 4th time.

So this is me. Im sam. Which i should mention isn't really my name haha. But it is my favorite name. Always love samantha from totally spies. Maybe when i start getting clean and actually have more than 5 days, i will reveal my ugly mug. Thought about starting a tiktok but who knows. Social media has never really been my thing. But you know that because im literally starting a blog on tumblr i 2023 lmfao.

Anyways, sorry for the horrible format. Just kind of writing this spur of the moment. Just wanted to introduce myself. This blog will be about my sobriety journey with no fucking bullshit. That's one thing i hate. When people get clean and they pull the omggg jesus saved me. Or they get clean and forget that dirty part of themselves. I never want to forget this part of me because it's made me who i am. I will never be ashamed of that.

Talk soon. Please be safe out there. Message me if you need anything. It gets better.

xoxo sam

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Splintered Fate Michelangelo - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

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"Looks like i'm up dudes"

When I write SF Mikey I feel it's pretty obvious that I base him off of 03 at best due to the use of the shriek 03 Mikey sort of known for when he gets spooked. I also actually pull from 12 Mikey as well when it comes to his more insightful and need to annoy sides which is why he was so quick to make fun of Donnie when it comes to Von. Not to kiddish a bit more grown in how he acts since this Mikey is pretty good about having a sort of sense of responsibility like 87 Mikey can be.

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"Like my name stands out already buuut even among my bros I feel it still needs a touch of flare."

As we know of Mikey he is someone who prefers company over others to his own. Not that he can't handle alone time he just more rather be around others. he's not the best at quietly being together but he is good about being in the same space doing his own thing. Mikey often can be found sitting at the TV in the lair watching it or playing games. Donatello never too far off, usually sitting over by his work station. Raph tends to be around training on the wooden dummies or his room. Leo's normally the closest off mediate near by himself. He's always excited to meet new people so he can be a tad intrusive he means well. As you can see mikey likes to put a small star over his eyes this is a sign of his active imagination as someone who reads only comics this shouldn't be a shock. With the way it slants to the left we can see that Mikey can be a bit reserved himself and even introspective. This trait I feel is why Mikey of all can befriend mutants like Slash. Or despite not feeling he is the best of his brothers Mikey always does his best to try and keep things upbeat. And can be good if he can even get Don to join in on his dumb jokes to annoy Leo with.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"Uh mostly just New York, Dad ain't too big on us going to the surface as is anyway."

Seeing how this game is a bit more self contained? Yeah I would say it's safe to say these turtles haven't explored beyond their city but I like to think they will. At best maybe some Neighboring States near New York maybe dip into Canada. Maybe hope a boat and cross of to England or even Japan. Or maybe they will finally get answers on the portals and find out why they sided with the foot, what Baxter had to do with it even.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"Natures a big deal I am I'm a city turtle but I got my roots still." I feel Mikey would someone who would like the idea of camping and such till he starts to understand that he ain't getting any TV time because no power XD Hell Mikey might be desperate enough to had and keep one of those old school hand crank or portable tvs. HE can't go with out it and expecting him to is unnatural he been conditioned don't be rude to him. I think he dose fine during the day when there is more to do of course.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"My first memory? I kind of remember Splinter finding the first comic for me? Splinter complains about my obsession now but he got me on the hook so seems unfair ya know dudes?"

Splinter doesn't really mind Mikey's interest its how distracted he gets by it all he minds. Living in the sewers of course meant not having much and Splinter wishing he could provide better for his boys. Anytime he came across anything that might be of interest he would bring it back. One day he found an old comic book discarded and brought it home he read it to all the turtles for bed time for something new and Mikey? well he couldn't sleep so when he got out of bed and went to Splinter he went and tried reading more of it to Mikey to help him sleep. This kind of started a tread Mikey learning to read by having Splinter read to him he got invested and it gave him a reason to learn. Very much how Mikey is when it comes to his ninja training as is in the first place. So to Mikey it's just a nice reminder of this fact that he got special time with his dad when he got interested in comics.

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"Pizza is my true love guys if I could I'd marry it be a short marriage though might not last through the wedding."

I feel it a no brainier of course Mikey out of all the turtles loves Pizza the most. He finds Pizza to be the best treat he can eat it hot, cold, and in as many other ways he can think. Outside of this Mikey really dose actually like Splinter's Noodle surprise despite how salty it is. But only because Splinter makes it. Mikey was very much that kid who clung around his parent often since his brothers were more good about being on their own. The reason Mikey can cook unlike his brothers or better even is because like with reading he learned from Splinter. Mikey just liked any extra time he could get with Dad. And this turned into a way to express love through food. Why Mikey doesn't mind being the cook for his brothers. He doesn't feel he offers them much else in truth but at least he can make a good meal for them to enjoy. Even if he gets a tad experimental time to time.

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Rock n' roll is my jam!"

Mikey likes music that is like himself energetic and fun, he listens to rock and pop music very often. Anything he can move to basically he's not much for the slower stuff he can often be found with headphone son when in the kitchen or ready comics heck sometimes he just sits around and listens to music. He can be a tad of a dork about it when it comes to games, sometimes he likes to match his own music to boss fights and because of it many games he just can't beat with out the right song on he has tried and failed! And he can't risk his records and speed runs! he gotta have the right beat!

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"Eh not much to think about there I guess? I mean less you mean when I was a kid?"

Mikey doesn't try to dread much on the lack of what they had as kids growing up, but he knows Splinter sacrificed and scraped together best he could for them. Mikey may come off a bit materialistic but this is in fact because of how they grew up, being older and bit more able to get things like DVD's, games and even comics? despite how he can be he takes really good care of his stuff. he keeps his comics in protective sleeves, When he has them if not? they are safety stored away. Mikey tends to freak out when other mess with his stuff but doesn't really always hold this the other way around he is a baby brother after all.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"You don't get this pretty without catching them Z's. Why Don and Raph look like the way they do."

Surpisngly Mikey is pretty good about going to bed roughly decent hours himself. He's not much of an all nighter person himself, Mikey himself just has a very good internal clock once ten hits he basically out doesn't really matter what he's doing. I mean outside of them being a mission of course. If he is just at home he just passes right out. Mikey is a early riser so to speak as well, not like Leo but I'd say hes moving about by 6am at best and always wide wake bright as the sun and smiling. He is for sure a morning person he is the worst kind though he can start talking the second his eyes open and he doesn't wait for the coffee cups to be empty before he starts to chatter. He also thinks people wanna hear about his dreams so he often rants on about his dreams to others as well. I fell Donnie suffers this the most if anything, Mikey just thinks Donnie can explain why he dreamt about the moldy cheese escapes the trash bin and came for him with a paint gun with pallets full of acid.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"Eh it's in the name of course i'm an artis!"

I do feel Mikey's creative has other outlets not just his way of thinking or even the kinds of thoughts he has. Mikey just likes art he isn't very serious about it. But he dose enjoy getting to doddle here and there, he likes to slap stickers on everything. Like his skateboard deck a bit more decorative I guess would be the way to say it. He likes to make food into shapes as well. Not always appropriate though uwu. He learned to make a dick shape pancake and he never dose it around Splinter but he thinks it's the funnest thing to do.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"Oh I'm on it pretty often here and there I like talking to people online about games and such it's fun since my bros aren't into all of that."

Mikey I feel is mostly a twitter person, but I feel he dose have a youtube channel for gaming stuff as I mentioned speed runs earlier he likes to post his speed runs online seeing as Mikey can't often get new games and plays what he owns a lot he has had time to learn all the ways to exploit glitches and such to finish games faster. As mentioned in an ask Mikey follows don and von on twitter. I feel Mikey loves to tag Donnie in things all the time he thinks Donnie might like mostly dumb jokes. Once von is around? I can see him doing the same spamming her here and there. He likes to randomly pop into their threads and post annoying gifs mostly ones telling them to just fuck. But if his heckling ever attracts others to give their two cents? Mikey jumps into defense like excuse you now on invited you here XD. Miekys gifs I feel mostly go ignored anyway by Von and Don so he will sort of fight with the random people to go away XD.

His own context is as mentioned just comics and games. Sometimes he posts pictures from around the city. He has a pretty good following because he is just very personable so he draws in followers pretty easy. So he's collab with others who make context like himself, luckily no ones thought much about him not having camera they tend to buy him being poor which isn't really a lie.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"I love meeting new people! I like handing around them to I get bored being alone."

As for here it's kind of set that Casey was the first human they ever really met. And I feel Mikey too some interest there similar to 03 mikey he sees Casey as this cool older brother who lets him get away with more than his own will. But he still gets pretty annoyed with Casey simallir to a sibling. Ironic. But he often jokes about April being the real first human they met. Because Casey doesn't count he's just the stray that never left. With April, Mikey tends to be a bit more accommodating around Simallir to how he was when Von first came around. I think Mikey's just good about getting along with others as mentioned it's said he's friends with Slash so no one really too of putting for him to be friendly with. He just makes exceptions like Casey again this is more because they have known Casey a bit longer. They were all kind of younger when Casey first came around so he get more family like acceptance from Mikey.

Same goes for him only as I mentioned a bit in the previous section he someone that just talks to others pretty often here and there. When he's scrolling through online. A few he dose consider friends. He has meet a few of them in person and they don't mind the turtle thing. Really all Mikey cares about is he wants to find people he can vibe with he doesn't care much for if their interests don't match sometimes he find it makes things more interesting like with Von and April.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"uh? I mean ninja school I guess?"

Mikey has basic knowledgeable and that is about all. He still needs to count with his hands which is hard when you only have three fingers. As mentioned he did learn to read from Splinter and comic's is sort of where he learned ti write as well. No where like Don of course he just learned what he needed and that all he needs but he still doing better than Raphael who tends to says things wrong all the time. Though for some I feel he just stands there and nods along as if he understands, till someone points out raph is wrong so he shakes his head as if he knew that.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"aww i like them they are cute! I like cats the most!"

Mikey and cats that is all I can really say. Mikey of course like animals they are cute and well animals tend to be more accepting then humans are of him so he likes to pet any strays he comes by he is a bit of animal whispering so if he finds a stray and knows where its owners are he'll drop the pet off at the door. Don't thinks this is only in good will if a reward is offered he finds a way to make sure he can get it as well.

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"I never turn down a present!"

He dose not. Mikey can be easily bought just get him something he wants. Casey and Raph want the tv? just slip him a new comic or CD he don't got and hell move. Wanna buy his silence? give hims something. Want him ti side with you in a fight? same deal XD Mikey loves to receive presents and hell complain because it means hell get more stuff down the road. Other way around? he's not the best gift giver but he tries he really dose. He tries to find useful stuff for Donnie, gets candles for Leo, ducktape for Raph because it''s way to fix his punching back all the time or patch holes in his hammocks. Not out there but he dose think about it if he find something his brothers like more so? he cant wait to give it to them he runs home with it hes more excited then they might be to get it even.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"Family's kind of all I got so they mean everything to me. I dunno where I be with out my brothers watching out for me."

As independent Mikey wishes to be? He isn't all that great at it. I feel in part his brothers have always looked over and after him out of habit of being older than him. So he is kind of dependent on them for many things. Mikey looks up to brothers and even their friends later down the road. he is someone who can always see something to admire about others and wish he could have those traits himself and just dosen't always see what he himself offers or brings to the table. Mikey tends to think people only like home because he is always upbeat and funny. And if he isn't? then they would like that. Sometimes it's an act sometimes he has his down days where he isn't ass energetic he might wanna curl up in bed and be alone he might not want to be online. But then what would others say or think? They would think something wrong and well there isn't he just needs a moment to himself but he can't really have that without feeling like he's missing out. if he isn't involved then what?

He tends to feel this most with his brothers, he feels he has this role he needs to stick to. Might be a bit harder to hide this from them but he hopes he dose. His brothers do so much for him as is he relies on them to much already. he knows the pressures on them. Leo's always gotta keep it together he has to be focused and serious and that lets Mikey goof off. Don has to be the one to make sure things are always working with out him they just don't have any of their resources. Raph is always trying to protect them keep them together even Mikey is selfish his brothers do so much he just wants them all to have something to be selfish with as well.

#muse| hamato michelangelo #aflockoffeathers #[ the brains of this operation -aflockoffeather] #[ rokin and heads a rollin’ aflockoffeathers] #[ welcome to weird science 101- alfockoffeathers] #muse headcanons #muse bio: hamato michelangelo #[sf verse] #((sorry wasn't feel great bleh soo headcannons of sunshine boy uwu))

[pokerobbo]

Week Three - Fuck Me.

All good things come to an end; Tv Shows have a final episode, Humans have a final breath and the Gold Coast Suns finish taking the season seriously by about round 3 (round 4 if they have played North Melbourne). In fact all things in life have to come to an end at some point (apart from Australia's hated of Collingwood Football Club, or Alf Stewart on home and away). This week marked the end of one of my resolutions.

Health

This week was a good week for me health wise. I was finally able to crack into the 122KG bracket and start noticing changes in my workouts fitness wise. I've upped my treadmill work from 20mins to 30mins and also incorporated hour long evening walks into my routine (in Port Augusta doing that is about as safe as going rawdawg on the biggest slut in town - but hey we've all done it).

Financial

Another week, another payment made on the ole Credit Card bill. If i had any advice for my past self it would be two things; 1. Sleeping with the Chilean girl does not make you culturally sophisticated, it gives you 18 years of debt and lastly don't get a credit card to fund holidays and nights out... find a sugarmumma to foot the bill for you.

Betting

I've said it before and Ill say it again. Gambling is a worse addiction than Meth. At least with Meth you often don't have control over yourself and your actions (look at Andrew O'Keefe from Deal or No Deal - corker show. Shame about the drug addict host).

This week I caved in and had a bet (more on the circumstances in the Mental Health portion of this blog). I'm used to disappointing people; my friends, my family, my colleague on a daily basis (although just know the feelings mutual sistah girl), and lastly every girl that I have ever taken to pound town (all 6 of them. Joking. but maybe not).

Although the amount spent on that bet was rather small I feel disappointed that Gambling was the outlet I chose to pursue for my source of dopamine. Just when I thought that I was well on my way to conquering it; it rears its ugly head and reminds me that it is still there (kinda like when Jehovah's witness knock on ya door, or I get my monthly Child Support statements - but hey at least I'm culturally sophisticated now right?.)

All I can do is not let this de-rail me.

Mental Health

That's right. You read correctly. I am a male that mentioned Mental Health. Kind of bad ass if you ask me given that the general consensus in society is that Men can't have Mental Health concerns; or if they do it because the footy team they support didn't win the big game.

Mental Health struggles are only a new thing for me. They started in 2019. Id spent the better half of the 15 years before then putting on a brave face and 'doing what I had to do' as the 'strong one' whilst I watched my mother struggle with her own mental health (ultimately the cause of her passing), experiencing the loss of several close family members and my siblings over coming their own childhood trauma (don't really have a wise crack to make about any of that; apart from the fact that I suffered my own childhood trauma of my Nan never getting me FrootLoops but making it rain FrootLoops for my cousin Shanno). Sorry for the rambling; but long story short in 2019 life hit me harder than a Rollercoaster hitting Shylah Rodden.

Mental Health is something that I have always been open about because if my story or my struggles can help someone else overcome their own demons then at least some good can come from it. Mental Health is not a Schapelle Corby boogie board and shouldn't be concealed.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing when it comes to Mental Health. If you can see the signs and recognise them, it makes it a whole lot easier to seek the support. There is nothing wrong with using the word 'Support' unless the sentence is 'I support the Collingwood'. In which case I suggest you seek some support.

Again I've gone off on a tangent. Moral of the story is this week has been particularly stressful, it has caused me to seek dopamine by having a bet but I can see the signs and have already put the supports in place to help me get through!

Dont be afraid to speak out, dont be afraid to talk about Mental Health and most importantly dont be afraid to pursue your own personal happiness.

Until next time friends..

[poutyniall]

agh I don't know how start, I think all I need right now is to finally let it all out, I am very overwhelmed right now and Needed to let what I'm feeling out and your blog seriously looks like the most comforting place to do so.

I had been reading a fic, just now, I'm more than glad to share it if you'd like so. A part of it is stuck with me and will be for a while.The story is a brothers best friend trope, I really really like it honestly and I relate to the OC in basically every aspect of life.

I've always been by myself to be honest, Growing up all the kids would play in the park together while I was there alone,(not that there's anything wrong with it). I never had freinds friends in the puberty phase of my life you know, yes, there were people I knew but no one was my person.

My parents, they are not present, at all. My father is a doctor and well his work is basically his life. My mother on the other hand is a stay at home mom and has nothing but fought with me my entire life, so lets say I've never had anyone to depend upon, until now.

I have two bestfriends, they don't know eachother. One's my cousin and one I met at school in seventh grade, not reallt actually I had known her since 2nd grade but we got close in 7th.(she unfortunately had to change schools while we were still in it but we are still hitting it off). They are epic but I don't know how to keep it like that, things get a little too much sometimes but I don't share with them, I have developed this thing, to always expect the worst from other.

The thing is I've never been taught to do anything, I've done everything by myself, saw people doing it, picked it up and learnt it, never been taught. So when I got someone that I could lean on, It still feels to surreal and so foreign, Like something I don't want to adapt.

"You do everything alone, so if it doesn't work out, you're only really disappointing yourself. I think you don't want to disappoint people ". This sentence, made so much sense, meant so much.

Agh I'm sorry I literally got carried away, I don't even know what's the point of this but I really needed to let it all out ya know? My chest feels lighter.

Thabkyou <3

Hey there, sweetheart! First thing first, let me apologize for taking so long to respond to you. It's heartwarming knowing that this blog gives off comforting vibes and it's felt as a safe place. So thank you for letting me know.

Let's start by saying that it's okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes, to have bad days and to feel 'bad' emotions, the ones that society decided that are bad because it's too troublesome to deal with them. And it's okay to have just a handful of persons in our inner circle, the more is not always the better.

Relationships with parents are, almost always, complicated and you do not have to force yourself to have one with them. Just because they're our parents it doesn't mean they're good for us, speaking from experience. Some people shouldn't be allowed to reproduce, I firmly believe it.

I'm sorry but I have no idea how to calculate the age 'cause the school system here in Italy is completely different so… but anyway, you don't have to keep it epic 24/7. It is not possible. Every kind of relationship has its ups and downs, like it should be. Otherwise it's not real. Fighting, arguing it's normal. It's healthy. And it's unavoidable. And it's also a chance to learn and grow. The difference is the way we decide to deal with them. So, don't be afraid of fights. I know they're scary but they're not dangerous. And you don't have to feel pressured into talk with them, you share with them what you feel comfortable sharing. It's that simple. I get the feeling of not being able to lean on people, even the ones I do love and care about, and "You do everything alone, so if it doesn't work out, you're only really disappointing yourself. I think you don't want to disappoint people'' it's basically what I've been doing my whole life. So yes, I get that. But I've also learned that leaning on someone is like a muscle, so you have to train it. It takes time.

There's no need to apologize, dear. I'm just glad you feel better 💜

And I've probably talked too much and missed the point.

[scarlettriot]

Quirked - A 1920s Themed Fic

Pairing: Kirishima X F!Reader

Summary: People born with Quirks in the 1920s were drastically misunderstood and forbidden from using their abilities for any reason. People were running from the law, fleeing states and even the country if they were lucky enough, and one bartender was using his speakeasy to help them do it.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs LEAVE. Discrimination against people with quirks. Blood. Guns.

Contains: Story is set in an unnamed American city in the 1920s. Double lives, secrets being kept. Shitty past relationships. Age difference between Reader and Kiri is 5 years, Reader is also a virgin, Kiri isn't. Kiri has his natural hair color because hair dye was a bitch in the 1920s. Mutual pining. Porn with Plot. Lots of consent. Protected sex. Assisted/Instructed masturbation. Nipple Play. (Kinda) Rough sex (Kiri's strong and loses control of a second). Nicknames: Baby, Babydoll, Doll.

W/C: (Holy shit guys, this is BY FAR my longest fic) 10,545

A/N: This fic is part of the In Time (Decades Theme) Collab brought to you by His Good Puppy. Please make sure to go check out the other fantastic pieces people have made! It was a lot of fun tackling an AU historic piece and I really hope you all enjoy it. I tried to edit this as best I could, but, as always, I'm sorry if a mistake or twelve crop up. A very special thanks to @mistyfoxsong, @swirrley, @ace-of-books, and @weebaboobs for listening to me ramble about this fic and helping me when I was stuck! You guys are lovely.

"I'm just a bartender."

Eijiro had been saying the half-truth long enough that it slipped easily off his tongue as he poured the gin into the drink for the pretty woman who'd been chattering at him for the last half hour.

"Well, everyone around here seems to know ya! Could have fooled a gal into thinkin' you owned the whole darn place."

Oh, if only she knew.

Librarian by day and sort of a bartender by night.

"You're too kind, ma'am." He slid the lime onto the rim of the glass before handing it off with a smile, turning to the rest of the eager patrons of The Crimson Door.

He'd nearly missed a gentleman's order because, out of the corner of his eye, Eijiro had spotted you.

The pretty little lady that, for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why the heck you'd want to work in a speakeasy of all places. And yet, he really didn't care what the reason was exactly He enjoyed having you as a coworker ever since you showed up in the red doorway on that warm summer night, navy skirt paired with a white blouse, asking for a job. He couldn’t forget it if he tried.

Eijiro had wiped off his hands and wandered into the back to get Katsuki that night, telling him he needed to play the role of owner, to get a feel for you because the last thing Eijiro needed was a rat in his establishment.

At 25 Eijiro had found himself in a unique position, one that granted him the ability to help people like him get a real chance at freedom, people with quirks, as they were being called.

The first record of one being born with a quirk was only sixty years ago, people were still terrified of them! And that meant the government put strict laws and regulations in place to control those with unexplainable abilities. If people thought the laws placed on alcohol were strict, they had nothing on the Quirked.

The Crimson Door acted as a front, a safe haven for Quirked who needed work and it also gave Eijiro opportunities to get people out if needed. It was a cause near and dear to Eijiro's heart, one he'd fight, and if need be, die for, and that meant he had to take precautions.

He'd often been described as someone who could see the good in anyone if he looked hard enough. He was kind and easy to speak to which was good! Quirked needed to trust him to get them to safety. But, it had its downsides too... That was where Katsuki Bakugo came into play.

Hot-headed and possessing the ability to see through anyone's bullshit, he was the perfect man to act as the tough, unforgiving new owner of The Crimson Door, no one was hired without Katuski's approval, just as Eijiro had designed.

But, you were cleared by his blonde-haired best friend, and you sure as hell were one dedicated worker. Of course, all the waitresses were objectively beautiful, it's what kept his regulars, well, regular but you, damn, there was something different about you that Eijiro never could quite put his finger on.

You made coming into work fun. Smuggling people to safety often took a lot out of the man leaving him little time to enjoy life in the three years since he'd begun this mission. But you made him feel like a silly schoolboy again.

His cheeks turning red when you complimented his drink of the night. Or the way he forgot how to speak when he'd see you humming to yourself, picking up empty glasses when all the patrons had gone. But, perhaps his favorite thing was the way you smiled when he came back from a drop-off.

After being gone for two or three days, making sure the small group of Quirked he'd been with had made it safely across the border, he'd settle back behind the bar where he felt most comfortable. You'd come out from the back and bump your hip against him. "Did you have a good couple of days off, Kiri?"

You didn't have a single clue what he really got up to, he preferred it that way, but you were always so damn thoughtful.

"He's lookin' at you again." Mina giggled when you brought her the tonic water she requested in between her set. Her eyes glanced between you and Kirishima who was stationed behind the bar.

Her golden dress shimmered under the lights, making every man in the place act like crows to a shiny object but she paid them no mind. Far more interested in the gossip going around The Door just as she always was.

Starting over at 23 hadn't been easy on you. Running away to a new state when you'd been outed as a Quirked. That'd been the worst day of your whole damn life, but, you often thought things could be a whole lot worse.

You'd heard whispers of an establishment located beneath the city's public library that was safe for Quirked to work at, where they wouldn't be questioned. Said establishment might not have been legal by any means, and the owner was said to be a real hardass but that wasn't going to deter you.

You sought out the raven-haired bartender with unusually pointy teeth that was said to be the heart of the place, and you were pleased to report that in the six months of being employed at The Crimson Door, that statement had held true.

But, he wasn't the only kind soul to work there. You'd been fortunate enough to find friends within these walls, one's that cared about your well-being and looked after one another. In fact, you'd grown particularly close to The Crimson Door's favorite singer. Gracing their stage multiple nights a week with her curly pink wig that reminded you a whole lot of candy floss.

"You know, I really thought he would've made a move by now. It's obvious he likes you and he's not gettin' any younger." Mina went on.

"We work together, Mina, I don't think it'd be best to mix-"

"Nonsense!" She waved away your remark while sipping the water. "Can't you see the thrill of it? Seeing each other often, slipping away for some heavy petting, a little tryst when no one's looking... It's a lot of fun."

She spoke from experience. Never a woman of convention, Mina took a chance on romance at every turn. She finished off the drink, adjusting the dress so it dipped generously low. "If you felt so inclined, you could make the first move, baby. Be brave and bold! Contrary to popular belief, it doesn't always have to be the man. And I don't think Kiri's the type whose ego would be bruised if you did. He's quite progressive like that."

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Kaminari trying to get Mina’s attention from his spot at the piano bench, "I think you're needed back on stage."

She rolled her eyes and spoke no more on the topic. However, her words still lingered. They wrapped themselves around you like a blanket until they sank into your skin.

They whirled around your head for weeks and you couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was some truth to what Mina had said. Could he like you? Did you like him?

You'd have to be blind not to notice Kirishima was an attractive man. He towered over most people and he was built like an ox! By all accounts, he should appear very threatening and he could be. You'd experienced it when someone got a little too friendly with Mina but more often than not, Kirishima's warm eyes and friendly smile were counterproductive to his intimidating stature.

He was also a delight to talk to. Charismatic, throwing his arms about and constantly moving when he told tales. He listened when other's spoke, providing them with the attention they deserved, often with his chin in his hand, listening to every word.

But there was more to the man than what met the eye. A side that he didn't like to bring up, you gathered that much and pieced together that it probably had to do with the repercussions of working so closely with the owner of an illegal establishment. The old scars that were just barely visible across his face, the new one's hidden under shirt sleeves that appeared after his "days off", and there was also the way he'd flinch after closing when someone would enter even though they left just moments before to take out the garbage.

You didn't push him to talk about that part of his life. Just remained content with the bits he was willing to share and, in those moments, you'd decided it would be easy to fall in love with Eijrio Kirishima... if you didn't have a damn quirk and needed to be ready to up and vanish at any moment.

If you ever took a shot on romance again, and that was a large if, the person would have to accept you, all of you. Not rat you out to the first group of buttons they came across as soon as they found out you had a quirk.

Weeks spent at the bar turned into months, months with late hours, some of which included quiet evenings. Leaving you to close with Kirishima after Bakugo and the others called it a night. It'd become almost too easy to trust him with your heart, every smile he offered and each heartfelt laugh had you trusting him all the more.

And, before you knew it, the concept of falling in love with Kirishima became a reality. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened and you didn't know how to talk about it, how to bring it up, but you knew it was happening nonetheless.

"This weather is shit," Katsuki pointed out, letting the curtain fall to cover the window again, not that it did much to keep the cold out, "I think we can wait a week before makin' another pickup."

Eijiro sat at his desk in the back of The Door, the one Katsuki usually occupied for a majority of the night working on lesson plans and grading papers pretending like it was business work. But now Eijiro went over the over ledgers, and then made sure no Quirked were waiting on them and that they would have enough booze to get them through another two weeks.

"Yeah, yeah you're right." He ran a hand through his hair, long enough now that it could be pulled back if he really wanted to. Also, long enough that he was scolded by any older woman he’d come across.

In the quiet of the night, blending nicely with the crackling of the small fire he had going, Eijiro heard soft singing drifting through the old walls, barely audible but he recognized it anywhere. Hearing it a couple nights a week for almost seven months. Even Katsuki perked his head to the pleasant sound and smirked.

"Forgot it was her night to close. It's my night too, but," His smirk grew and Eijiro's face warmed under the knowing gaze of his best friend.

Katsuki had called him out on his crush months ago. Called him a sap more times than Eijiro could recall.

The blonde pulled his coat off the rack. "You've got it covered tonight, right?" He tried to come up with some excuse but Katsuki was already pulling open the office door. "I've got exams to grade anyways."

"You do not! It's the winter holiday!"

Katsuki laughed and headed up the stairs leaving him alone surrounded by your beautiful melody.

He listened to you restart the song that had become one of his favorites. It was popular in its own right, Mina and Denki even dueted it a couple of times but, Eijiro especially liked the way you sang it. Something about the words when they came from you felt different to him... like they held a deeper meaning, some kind of understanding that he could sympathize with.

I've been wishing today I could just run away,

You swayed between the tables, wiping the clutter to the floor, his heart swelling as you hummed the bit of the song meant for a masculine counterpart.

There was a possibility that Katsuki and Mina had a point, that maybe he was letting life pass him by and he was a coward for merely passively flirting with you. Maybe he could act on his crush, have faith that you felt something more like he did.

You won't know if you don't man up and ask her. Katsuki had grumbled at him over a whiskey late one evening after he'd poured out his heart, Someone's gonna snatch her up one day, you should take your chance before it's too late.

Something in his chest told him this moment was that chance.

Eijiro never fancied himself a dancer and Mina threatened to throw her shoe at him every time he tried to sing but he didn't just want to watch. He had to act.

I'd like to leave it all behind, He spoke the words more than sang them, stepping in and scooping you up in some odd form of a waltz, trying desperately to remember what Mina had taught him years ago.

Someplace that's known to god alone, he continued, pushed on by the wide smile that graced your face chasing away his insecurities, Just a spot to call our own.

You sounded a million times better than he ever could but he kept up.

We'll find perfect peace, where joys never cease,

Out there beneath a kindly sky.

His stomach flipped but he ignored it. Pulled you close to him to avoid spinning you directly into a chair. He guided you around every obstacle as if the entire room was a dance hall.

You were laughing your way through the lyrics but somehow that made it even better. It made him fall for you that much more.

We'll build a sweet little nest, somewhere in the west,

And let the rest of the world go by.

By the time the song came to a close, Eijiro's cheeks hurt from smiling, his breathing still rapid as he asked if you had another tune in mind.

"I, um, I'm having a little trouble thinking of one right now." You admitted, "I'm a bit distracted."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I-"

His hand slid from your waist but you quickly put it back in place. "I didn't say I minded."

You had his confidence soaring.

Time slipped away, Eijiro happily leading the way to a melody that existed entirely in his own head, thrilled that you seemed to be able to hear it too. He was more than content dancing with you for the rest of the night until he felt your fingers tighten in his and he noticed your skin prickle with chill.

"This old building really is shit at keeping heat in." Without even thinking about it, he slid the burgundy suspenders off his shoulders and began unbuttoning the dress shirt he wore, leaving him in just a white t-shirt while he draped the other over your shoulders.

"That any better?"

Your wide eyes softened, slipping your arms into the sleeves that dangled far past your fingertips. It could have been a dress on you.

"Aren't you gonna be cold now?"

"I tend to run warm."

"I can tell." You nuzzled the shirt around you and, damn, he thought he might explode on the spot. "We should probably get cleaning up since it seems the boss man took off already."

Eijiro smirked. "Yeah, can't believe he'd leave all this work to us."

It didn't take long to finish up the nightly chores, just under an hour, and you both were bundled up at the doorway, staring out into the white wasteland that awaited you.

He watched you out of the corner of his eye. You flipped the collar of your knee-length, wool coat, and then burrowed inside it until the only part of your face that remained visible were your eyes, your very pretty eyes.

"Do you have a long way to go?"

Your response was muffled by the coat and he really hoped he'd heard you incorrectly. "Did you say twenty-one blocks?"

His heart sank when you nodded your head and his mouth was speaking before his brain had caught up. "Listen, I don't mean to be forward but the weather is horrid, you could literally freeze! My home is only eight blocks away and I have a spare room and I do not expect a single thing to happen, I don't think you're some chippy or anything! I just, cannot, in good conscience, allow you to walk all that way when you could just... stay... with me." Eijiro's words slowed, hoping you wouldn't think he was some creep and ruin whatever it was that you'd both started.

You poked your head out of your coat and looked at him. "A spare room?" He nodded, "With heat?"

"Plenty."

"May I borrow this shirt of yours to sleep in?"

Eijiro shook his head. "Absolutely not, doll. I've been workin' in that all night, it probably stinks. I got pajamas at home you're welcome to."

"In that case," You burrowed again, "Lead the way."

Just two blocks from the library and you were shivering cold.

"May I?" Kirishima asked, his arm hovering just over your shoulders and you smooshed yourself against him for an answer. He kept you tucked under his arm, snow crunching under your strides, hurrying off further into the night.

His arm flexed keeping you upright and at his side when the heel of your shoe met a patch of ice.

"You live by the water?"

"I do, yes. Not too much further now." He made a left and then a right, suddenly you were in a community of homes that were simply massive in size. All surrounding a quiet lake. "The water tends to make it colder here but I'm just down at the end of the street there."

You followed his pointed finger to a gated drive, wondering how the heck a man who worked as a librarian made enough money to live in a place like this. You knew he certainly didn't make that much in tips from bartending either. But, these were all questions you could ask once you were up the winding drive and inside the warmth of the home.

"Shit," Kirishima muttered after latching the door behind you, "I'm soaked through, you've gotta be too. Come on, let's get you outta these wet-"

"Ah, Eijiro, home already? I thought you had- who's this?"

You'd both been standing in the grand entryway, you brushing snow off your shoulders while Kirishima shook it out of his hair, when a slender man dressed in warm pajamas walked into the room.

"Wes, meet Y/N. We work together and the weather, it's..."

"Bad?" Wes offered.

"Yes. So, I told her she come back here. I figured she could stay in one of the guest rooms."

One of the guest rooms? Just how many were there?

You felt a pair of cool grey eyes inspect you. He had to be older than Kirishima, blonde hair streaked with shocks of grey. If he was family, you didn't see the resemblance.

Wes finally opened his mouth to speak again. "The second room on the left upstairs is already put together, fresh sheets and all."

"Great!" Kirishima beamed and placed a hand on your back to lead you up the dark oak staircase. He pointed out the room that Wes had mentioned, "My room is right over there. Um, lemme get you some dry clothes."

By the time his sentence finished, he was already pushing open his door. When he was out of sight, you turned the knob to your own room for the evening.

You had to remind yourself that Wes had said this was a guest room.

What kinds of guests was Kirishima used to having? Distinguished dignitaries?

If only there was a kitchen, you could have lived in this guest room. There was even an attached bath! The bed looked huge and inviting with a plush white quilt as a plethora of pillows. An unlit fireplace was against the opposite wall, along with an ornate wardrobe that had a matching desk and nightstands on either side of the bed.

Kirishima cleared his throat from the doorway before you had a chance to admire the artwork decorating the walls. He'd shed his coat and in his hands were a folded set of pajamas. "I hope these will do. I know they'll be big but,"

"These are great, Kirishima. Thank you."

"Right then." He ran fingers through snow-dampened hair.

"Off to bed?"

"Not just yet. I'll probably be up for a little while longer. Talk with Wes a bit before he goes back to bed, you're welcome to join me if you like."

You considered his offer, while also considering the tub you'd found... imagining it brimming with warm water and bubbles, "I think I might wash the day off first." You told him.

"Of course! Tell you what," He pointed out his door again, "I'll be in my room, knock when you're done and, maybe I could make you a nightcap?"

It felt like there'd been something there between the two of you for ages now that neither of you spoke of. A little flirting, a brush of hands, but nothing went further.

But now, Kirishima had opened that door by sweeping you off your feet literally, and here you were, in his house with his pajamas in your hands; the next move was yours to make.

"Could you make me a hot toddy? I think it'd be nice on such a cold night."

Kirishima's smile came easily. "I'm a bartender, I can make you whatever you'd like, doll.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Quickly you excused yourself and made for the bathroom hopefully before he realized the effect he had on you. Letting the hot water fill the tub and steam fog the mirror while you peeled the wet clothes off your body.

So many questions filled your head as you sank below the warm water and bubbles that you generously poured in.

Of course, there was the obvious question of where your friendship with him might go but you also couldn't stop wondering about how Kirishima lived in such a lavish place. Not only did the finances not make sense but he was too kind of a man, too humble, to have this much money!

You hadn’t had too many run ins with people in high society but the few you did, they were nothing like Kirishima. He didn't flaunt his wealth around, didn't dress in the latest fashions or wear any fancy accessories.

After heat had been saturated back into your bones and your fingertips resembled raisins, you'd decided on the only logical explanation: He was the sole heir to a vast fortune. The rest of his family had been killed off and so, to protect himself, Kirishima lived well below his means and kept his personal life private to ensure his secret.

The fact he'd left you with beautiful silk set of pajamas and a robe to match, only confirmed your theory.

You had to cuff the pant legs as best you could to prevent yourself from tripping with each step you took but, besides that, this dark set of pajamas was the most comfortable set you'd ever worn. Deep red with dark grey embroidery work.

There was a note scribbled and slid under your door. It seemed so childish and silly when you picked it up and read Kirishima's awful handwriting.

Bring your clothes with you. I'll have them dry cleaned for tomorrow.

You were careful to hold the soggy garments away from your body when you walked down to his room. Knocking quickly and then stepping back onto the rug that covered the cool marble flooring of the hall.

He swung the door open, now dressed in pajamas of his own. He still wore a white cotton shirt but had on another dark pair of pants with an even darker robe left hanging open. "Hell- oh..." Suddenly you felt warm under his gaze. Kirishima's smile faltered, settling into something unreadable with eyes wide.

"Hi. You said to come get you when I was done. Is this a bad- should I have waited?"

He seemed to recover from whatever had overcome him, "No, everything's perfect! Come in, I'll grab you a bag for those." Kirishima raised his brow when you hopped over the marble floor but was quirk to deduce why before you had to say anything.

"I should have given you something for your feet." He mumbled something about his slippers being too big for you while he rummaged around a drawer. You realized while he did have personal items out and the room was clearly lived in, the size of it seemed to be the same as your guest room.

Maybe the bed was bigger and the curtains darker, the fire place was also lit but besides that the rooms were the same.

The musing was chased away though when he held up a pair of thick socks. Much like the other clothes, they were in fact, too large. Bunched up but hidden under pant legs so no one could tell.

You followed him around his home, surely you would have gotten lost on your own. All the halls and rooms he walked through had you dizzy but you'd managed to keep up with him. He explained along the way that your clothes would probably be ready before either of you were awake since it was nearing four in the morning and the dry cleaner opened at 6.

When you questioned how it would get to the dry cleaners, Kirishima casually told you Wes would take it. He’d already gone back to bed so he’d be up in plenty of time to take them.

"I've got to ask, Kiri," You hopped up on the counter and sat while he put on a kettle, "How do you own all this?" Gesturing around to the vast kitchen that looked like something out of a magazine, "You even have a servent-"

"Whoa, first of all, I don't like that word and neither does Wes." He interjected, "He's just a friend who happens to work for me. We think butler sounds better." He went on, gathering a few lemons from a pantry and a glass decanter that you assumed was whiskey and some other assorted items, "And second, I said I live here, not that I own this place."

"Well, you're obviously welcome here. I'm sure Wes would have called the authorities if you weren't."

He chuckled, "I'm allowed to be here, yeah. You could say I inherited the place."

"Passed down through family?" You asked, hoping you didn't sound too excited at the possibility of your bath time theories actually being correct.

"No, not family."

"Who then?"

"For a waitress, you ask questions like a journalist." You chewed the inside of your cheek after apologizing for prying, "Hey, I don't mind. There are just some questions you're probably better off not knowing the answers to."

In resisting the urge to ask him why, a truth slipped past your lips instead, “I guess I just wanted to know more about you." Because, for all the late hours you'd spent with him, it felt like you barely even scratched the surface of who he is.

Kirishima leaned with a hand on the counter and the other palming the back of his neck. "Me, huh? Not much to know. I'm a librarian during the day who happens to bartend at night. Nothing too thrilling here."

You picked up his hand that was resting near your thigh. "And all these scars, do you expect me to believe they're just papercuts? Casualty of shelving all those books, right?"

His eyes had dropped to where you cradled his hand, the difference in size between them. "Would you believe me if I said 'yes'?"

Your pointer finger traced a thick scar that ran across his knuckles. "If I say 'no', would you tell me the truth?"

"No," His tone wasn't harsh but quiet and more than a little distant. When you looked up into his eyes they were darker than you were used to, sad in their own way. He slid his hand until his fingers filled the spaces between yours and his head dipped down towards yours with a quiet confession of his own, "But, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to tell you."

"I'm rather good at keeping secrets, Kirishima. I've got a few of my own."

"You know, you could call me Eijiro if you wanted."

"That's very nice, Eijiro, but now you're deflecting."

His nose nearly brushed against yours, the balls of his cheeks rising with his smile, crinkling the corners of his eyes, and then his lips were soft against yours. Warm and steady, so very slowly moving against yours before backing away with a sigh.

"And now you're trying to distract me."

"Is it working?"

"Perhaps."

Eijiro's lips had barely brushed yours when the kettle started to whistle.

You watched as he made the drink, just a hint of a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth as he went.

"Careful, still hot." He handed you the piping cup with a napkin to protect your hand and after a moment of blowing the tendrils of steam away, you finally took a sip.

Over the course of your friendship, Eijiro had made you many a drink. Some had names that everyone knew and others were inventions completely of his own design, made on a whim for whatever you happened to be in the mood for. But this... he'd outdone himself. And, apparently, the look on your face told him as much.

"I used that bourbon you like," He explained, "And sometimes I add a little bit of maple syrup to them. I guess I just like the flavor a bit more."

"It's delicious, Eijiro! Thank you."

His smile grew wider, cheeks flushed once again. And just before he took another sip, he admitted, "I really like when you say my name... and compliment my drinks."

You scooted off the counter and walked in front of him, gods, he was so much taller than you. "Could you come down here, Eijiro, I have a question to ask you." He eagerly lowered so you could whisper, "Does that kiss we shared have to be kept a secret too?"

"That depends, would you like it to be a secret? It doesn't have to happen again..."

"I'd like it very much if it could happen again."

Eijiro's thumb and forefinger gently held your chin in place and you closed your eyes, and you sighed when you felt his lips on yours again. He fumbled setting your drink down, refusing to take his mouth from yours. Months of wondering, the little comments and passing glances poured out into the kisses you shared with each other in the quiet morning hours.

Fears and doubts were far from your mind, maybe, just maybe it was because a part of you believed that if you had to flee again, Eijiro would be right by your side. That he wouldn't care if you had a quirk. He'd run away with you just like it the song that wrapped itself around your heart.

His thumbs brushed the apples of your cheeks, holding you in the palms of his hands, "I don't wanna keep this a secret," He pressed his forehead against yours, "I might wanna keep you all to myself but, I sure as hell don't wanna keep you a secret."

"Is this your way of asking me on a date, Eijiro?"

He nodded his head, dark locks falling in front of his eyes for you to brush away. "Where ever you wanna go, just tell me, doll."

You'd go just about anywhere with him but, he had to know everything about you first, you weren't going to start something with him or put him at risk by hiding who you were.

So, you slid your hands down his arms and pushed creating a pocket of space between the two of you. "I- I need you to know something before we go making any plans. And, if it bothers you, I'll leave and forget this whole thing happened," Worry creased his brow and you didn't waste any more time getting to the point.

"I need you to know I have a quirk. I don't use it! I'd never want to get caught but, sometimes it activates if I'm caught off guard, surprised, you understand?"

He blinked down at you, soaking in your words, "Does anyone else know?"

You explained about your previous life, the one you left behind and never looked back. He held your hand as you went through the difficult parts. When you told him about how your ex had gone to the cops, he urged you to sit back down and take small sips of your drink. "But here, Bakugo knows, he startled me when I came out of the pantry one night and it activated. He promised me he wouldn't say anything and if it happened in front of anyone else that I should tell him immediately so he could handle it but it never has."

Eijiro let out a long breath. "Katsuki is a great person to trust, he's kept my quirk a secret for years now."

"Wait, what?"

He laughed and rolled up his sleeve and you watched as his skin quickly altered before your eyes. You ran your fingers over the now hardened skin, cracked, looking like broken plates but smooth. And then you heard his fingers shift into claw-like talons.

"I've been able to practice with mine for a while now. My skin can go hard as a rock but I've been able to control the texture of it if I concentrate for a couple of years now. When I don't though," He took your hand away with his unaffected one, and then the jagged texture of his fingers spread up his arm.

He winked, "You won't tell on me, right?"

Relief flooded through you, you forgot how to speak. Instead, you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him back to you, lips crashing against his laughing grin.

Eijiro pulled you closer, both hands were soft on your sides and your head tilted, deepening the kiss wanting more of him still.

"You won't," You panted in between kisses, "tell-"

He understood your question before you finished it. "Not a chance, doll, you have my word."

It was easy to swing your leg across him was easy thanks to the pajama pants and Eijiro welcomed you in his lap, arms ensnaring you. His tongue brushed your lower lip and you eagerly opened for him. Head swimming, feeling more intoxicated than you ever could remember.

Below you, he stiffened and though you didn't have too much experience, you had enough to know exactly what you were doing to him.

Eijiro groaned and his hands lifted you so you were hovering over him. "'M sorry."

"What for?"

He set you back closer to his knees with a strangled chuckle. "I thought I'd have more decency than to get all excited from some petting but, seems I was wrong and the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable."

Be bold. That was what Mina kept driving through your head and you couldn't think of a better time to start.

The silk made you slide effortlessly in front of him again and Eijiro didn't take his wide eyes off you when you wrapped your arms around him. The desire swirling low in your abdomen when you brushed against him again.

"That's very kind of you, Eijiro, but why don't you let me decide what makes me feel uncomfortable?"

"I- Alright," He conceded, "But, you've gotta tell me the moment you are. Or if I do something you don't like you need to let me know, promise me, Y/N."

You experimentally rolled your hips. "I promise and you'll do the same for me, right?"

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back when you rolled again. "'Course, doll."

You leaned closer and kissed the exposed length of his neck making him groan. Lower you went until you found his pulse point, sucking a red mark and making a twin on the opposite side with Eijiro subtlety rocking his hips up.

When his hand snaked between your bodies you'd barely noticed it, too distracted by what you were making him feel to notice his fingers inching closer to your core. A single-digit pressed against you and you reeled backward making him sputter an apology.

"It's fine," You quickly assured him, "I've just never..." Your sentence trailed off.

"Not at all?"

"Well, I have but never with someone. Never someone else doing things to me."

Eijiro's cheeks and the tips of his ears reddened. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."

"Stop apologizing, I just wasn't expecting it."

He sat up straighter in the chair with you perched in his lap, his hands respectfully on your waist looking more serious than he had all night. "Doll, have you ever, I mean, you said your boyfriend before ratted you out but, how serious was it between the two of you?"

"I'm not a complete novice but if you're asking if I've ever had sex with anyone before the answer is no."

He nodded. "Ever had anyone do anything to you before?"

You could feel warmth blooming in your cheeks, "Maybe I went to a petting party in college once but, nothing too explicit happened."

"Okay then,"

"Is that a problem?" You'd asked before he could finish his sentence.

"Not a problem at all." He kissed the tip of your nose and then your lips, "Just means I'd prefer your firsts of anythings not be in a drafty kitchen. That is if you want to continue this?"

You scooted off his lap. "That bed in the guest room did seem pretty comfortable."

Eijiro stood and adjusted his robe doing a pitiful job of masking his erection. "Mine's more comfortable, trust me." He held out his hand for you and together you practically ran back to his room.

Eijiro took his time with you once the door closed. Kisses that were hot and lingered. Long fingers that tugged, asking permission before pulling the sash that held your robe in place. It pooled behind you in a heap but neither of you noticed.

You’d heard stories from your friends, from Mina, and even had an experience or two of your own in which men did not ask, they simply took what they wanted from women. But Eijiro never moved to new territory without getting at least a hint of an okay from you first.

The robe was where it began. Followed by, “Join me on the bed?” You let him pull you, dropping down onto his lap again, slotting his lips with yours. He hoisted himself backward until he was against the fluffy pillows with your hands running down his cotton-clad chest.

His fingertips ghosted across your thighs, inching closer to where they’d been in the kitchen, “May I?”

He waited for your nod before moving further. You’d been kissing his neck again when he finally touched you. Lightly, pressing through the silk and then sliding along making your brain lose focus until he chuckled.

Low and gravely, just beside your ear. “You said you’ve done this before, doll,” you muttered that you had, “then tell me how to make you feel good.”

It took you a moment to come out of your haze. “I want you under my clothes, not over them.” He was rubbing but not able to hit the precise points that you’d taken a liking to in your own self exploration.

“That what you want?” Eijiro kissed you before giving instructions. “Then sit between my legs with your back against my chest. That’s it, baby, perfect.”

He tipped your chin back with one hand, bringing you into a kiss while his other hand found yours. His palm on the back of your hand, intertwining your fingers. He ran them down your body, dipped beneath the elastic band, and then mumbled five words against your lips.

“Show me what you like.”

Your cheeks burned but your fingers started to move between your folds, zeroing in quickly on your clit. Eijiro moved with you for a while, his fingers extending over yours, teasing every now and then while his mouth trailed down your jawline, down your neck to where he currently resided at your shoulder.

He sucked at your skin the way you had his, softer maybe, holding back but it still had your ministration slowing.

“Come on, baby. Don’t you go slowing down.” His hand left yours, two fingers venturing lower and you knew he gathered your arousal on them. You felt it when those two fingers spread it up, catching the slick on your own. “How do you feel about slipping one of these perfect fingers of yours inside, hm?”

“Can you use yours instead?”

“Oh, pretty baby, mine are a lot bigger than yours. It’ll be tight.”

You abandoned your clit and grabbed his hand with sticky fingers, pushing him down where you desperately wanted to feel him. “Okay, okay. Keep playing with yourself for me. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Eijiro cooed about how good you were doing while he slid into you, passed the second knuckle of his index finger. How proud he was even though you squirmed at the new sensation. He had to remind you to keep paying attention to yourself when he started moving his finger back out and back in again.

That familiar coil wound tighter in your abdomen. Threatening to spring at any moment. “M-more, please, Eijiro.”

Easily his middle finger joined it. “Can I see, baby?” His free hand tugged your waistband and you lifted your hips as best you could for him to push them down, kicking the socks off with them. “Look at you,” he mused, you could hear the grin on his face, “Oh no, doll, don’t be shy,” he nudged your legs back open, kissing the tip of your ear, “you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

What you were was soaking wet and ready to combust. Growing more sensitive the deeper his fingers went, the way he curled them inside you. You’d only used one finger before and Eijiro had been right, his were so much bigger. They went further than you thought possible and it had you circling your clit at a rapid rate.

You wanted something more but didn’t know what. Eijiro though, he seemed to have an idea. His free hand brushed the side of your chest. “Ever toyed with these?”

“N-no.”

“Would you like me to?”

“Please.”

He kept his hand above your shirt but rolled your nipple between thumb and middle finger, your hips instantly thrusting, one hand grabbing the back of his neck for support.

“That’s it. I can feel you gettin’ close, ya know. You’re squeezing my fingers so nicely.” He gently tugged your nipple and you moaned for him, begging not to stop. “Don’t worry. ‘M not gonna stop. Not until you're satisfied, baby, not until you’re undone.”

Whining, getting far too close, too sensitive. “Move your hand for me, I’ve gotcha.” The second your fingers left his thumb was on your clit. Rough and callused, totally foreign compared to your fingers and he had you cumming, crying out just the first syllable of his name. It was all you could manage until you came down from the high.

Your breathing started to even out, and that was when you noticed the faintest pop come from above you. You looked up just in time to see Eijiro removing his finger from his mouth, grinning ear to ear.

"Did you just suck me, what I did, off your fingers?"

"Yes, I did."

Your interest was piqued. "Is it good?"

Again, he tipped your chin back so he was only an inch away. "Wanna taste and find out? I think you're delicious."

You rolled your eyes at him before looking down at your own fingers but again he brought your gaze back to him. "I gotta better way, doll." His soft lips met yours and he did taste different, you noticed it right away, a hint of salt that wasn't there before. But when his tongue roamed your mouth it was far more apparent and almost sweet.

The kiss became lazy. Soft, slow movements as he helped you turn in his lap to face him again. "How are you feeling?" Eijiro asked, his thumbs brushing your cheeks, pulling back only enough to look at you.

"Euphoric..." Your fingers laced behind the back of his neck, "Invigorated, even." Eijiro's eyebrows rose.

"Oh?"

"I think it's your turn, Eijiro. Tell me what to do for you." Your eyes still held his but your fingers had wrapped themselves around his clothed cock and he sucked in a sharp breath.

By touch alone, you knew he was bigger than your ex, your fingers didnt even touch when you wrapped them around his shaft. Slowly you stroked, feeling the shape of him, the ridge of his head, and then the dampened silk of his pants where his arousal had made its mark.

"Tell me what you want, please."

"I want you." He bit his lower lip when your thumb circled his head again, "badly, but I understand if, damn it doll, if that's goin' too fast."

You pressed a kiss below his ear, "It's not, I want you too."

His face, when you looked at him, was a mix of emotions; happiness being the obvious one by how large his smile was but his eyes were wide with surprise and then he was kissing you again. Desperate and needy, effortlessly flipping you so you were pinned below him.

Your hands tugged at his shirt and he yanked it off, taking advantage of the broken kiss to quietly ask if he could remove yours too. When each button had come undone, the top split in two leaving a trail of skin for him to explore. Eijiro pressed kiss after kiss down your body, halting when he reached your navel and his breath hitched when the fabric slid away, exposing your chest to him for the first time.

"Baby..." He hummed, his face nuzzled against them, kissing each, "Have I told you how divine you are?"

"You might have mentioned it."

"'M gonna keep fuckin' sayin' it." His laugh was muffled thanks to his mouth descending on your nipple.

His sharp teeth nipped at it before his tongue, Gods, that wonderful tongue, swirled around. His fingers had been great but this, this was something else entirely.

He paid one ample attention and then gave the other an equal amount. The longer he played the more you whined, begged for him to give you more while your fingers tugged at his ebony hair.

Eijiro's brought his knee up, pressing it against your core while you rocked against him. If he kept this up you were sure to come undone again before his cock was even inside of you.

"Pl-please, Eij!" Not even able to get out his full name.

He showed mercy after teasing both of them with a quick tug and then he was up and off of you completely, off the bed too. Your indignant whine had him turning and telling you to be patient, "I'm just grabbing a condom, baby, I'd like us to be safe about this."

Oh, protection. That was a smart idea. Having a child with a quirk right now was a terrifying thought. You couldn’t bring a child into the world and expect them to live in hiding their whole life.

Eijiro walked back to the bed, double-checking you didn't have a latex allergy, and when he knew you were all good to go. He maneuvered the comforter back and let his pants fall.

Even though your fingers had been wrapped around him, you were still surprised by the sheer size. There wasn't much time to appropriately admire him though, the chill in the room despite the fire had Eijiro joining you under the blankets in a hurry.

He'd positioned himself among the pillows propped up against the headboard. "On my lap like you've been, perfect," You had his shoulders in a vice and his hands were tight on your hips, "Go at your own pace, don't worry about me."

You nodded and lowered your hips just a fraction feeling his head against you. A breathy sigh escaped when you flicked your hips, pushing the head of his cock where you were most sensitive making him hiss as you kept gyrating.

The hands at your hips tightened and you could feel him moving you along until his head caught your entrance and you both stopped. "Deep breath." He told you, forehead pressed to yours and you sank, "Slowly, baby! Take your time."

It hurt. It felt like being ripped apart, nothing like his fingers had been. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes and Eijiro was quick to kiss them away while his thumb rediscovered your clit. The pain didn't last though, you could feel yourself start to relax, adjust to him enough that you dropped lower still.

"You're doing so good, baby." His thumb rubbed circles into your hip, praises pouring from his mouth while he allowed you all the time in the world until you were seated with Eijiro stuffed inside. He gave you time to catch your breath.

Your hands trailed over his broad chest and, through the expanse of dark hair, you noticed them. All the scars that littered his torso. The ones you saw regularly on his hands and forearms, they weren’t the only ones, not by a long shot. Eijiro's body was covered in them.

It seemed he noticed where your gaze had gone and where your mind had wandered so he took your face in his hands, bringing your eyes back to his. "Please don't ask."

"Okay, but, you'll tell me one day, won't you?"

"One day I'll tell you everything."

You felt everything he put into his next kiss. All the things he couldn't say when his teeth pulled at your lower lip, all the things he wanted to when he held you closer still. And when you drew your hips up, his head fell back with a shattered moan and you yanked him back for more, sinking down so he impaled you again.

Eijiro's hands explored every part of your body they could reach as if he was committing it to memory and you were busy doing the same. Each scar you traced, kissing the ones you could while your hips alternated between bouncing and grinding. Getting so lost in the new sensations that it became overwhelming.

Every inch of him could be felt inside you and it brought you right to the edge once again. But he hadn't had his release, Eijiro was still hanging on despite how he fisted your hair and the sheets below him and that was why you slowed your pace.

"Wha- why- why're you-"

"'M feeling close again and, and I need you to first."

Like lightning, his hands were back on your waist with a bruising grip. "’Said don't worry about me, 'member?" And then he started moving you, grinding you down against him while you sputtered about how you wanted to make him feel good too. "Babydoll," He dragged you nice and slow, "Can't you tell how good you're makin' me feel?" And sped right back up again.

"Squeezing me like that, fuck, you feel so damn good. You can let go again, baby, c'mon, do it for me." Your head fell to the pillow beside him, giving him complete control over your movements. His mouth was on your neck, leaving kisses and bruises alike until he made it to your shoulder and you felt his teeth.

Those sharp teeth and fevered curiosity took over. "Bite. Go ahead. Please." And he did.

It felt better than you ever could have imagined. You clenched around him rapidly, arms clinging to him for dear life as you toppled over the edge. This time there was no period of rest, now Eijiro flipped you onto your back as easily as he flipped a bottle of whiskey when he was trying to be fancy behind the bar.

Spread wide, he fucked himself into you so easily now, his large hands pressing your thighs down into the mattress. He was muttering something you wished you could hear but the blood was pounding in your ears, still dizzy from your orgasm that he was dragging out.

He had no rhythm to his pace just frantic movements and you noticed the skin of his neck crack and spider outward, down past his collarbones and up over his jaw. He let your legs go just in time so you didn't have to use your quirk. Hardened hands slamming down next to your head. His head hung just over yours, hair falling around you, and he came with your name on his tongue like a damn prayer.

His chest was still heaving but his eyes looked terrified. "You didn't hurt me, 'm fine, Eijiro. Promise."

"But, but I lost control. Haven't done that before. Not like this."

You lightly nudged his chest and he backed off. "Eijiro, look. I'm alright. And you shouldn't worry so much, it'd be hard to hurt me with a quirk like yours."

His tired brow furrowed. "I just realized, I never asked about yours. Can I know what it is?"

"I call it specter." You explained with a groan when he pulled out at your request and then you activated it.

"What the... Y/N, where'd you go!"

"Right here, silly." You leaned up and kissed him even though all he could feel was a chill, "I'm able to walk through objects at will too... or they can pass through me. Like your sharp skin."

You faded back into view while he sat stunned on his haunches, suddenly leaning forward and enveloping you in a tight hug.

Morning light had crept through his windows when he finally joined you back in bed. He added another log to the fire to keep the room warm while he ran around getting a warm towel to clean you up. Hovering as he went, making sure you were, in fact, as okay as you claimed to be.

He got himself into his shirt again, a fresh pair of pants too after wiping himself off and dismissing your many apologies sorry that you’d bled on him.

With the blankets covering you both, Eijiro tucked you against him, kissing your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips.

Seven months flew by before you knew it. Spring had chased away the bitter cold of winter and now summer was soaking in. Days spent cuddled up in the sitting room of Eijiro's library were traded in for sipping cool drinks beside his pool.

You stayed at his home more often than your own, even when he accompanied Katsuki to get supplies for work. When he'd come back with a fresh cut or possibly something broken, it felt good to help care for him.

There was something you greatly enjoyed about bringing him lunch at the library, eating with him in his tiny office, and then letting him bury himself inside you for dessert.

All your coworkers had put two and two together quite quick, Mina being the first, noticing the very next day in fact. The woman pulled you aside and demanded to know what had changed. You showed her the mark his teeth had left and she screamed with delight. Katsuki learned in that same night, you overheard the blonde ask his best friend why he was grinning like some damn palooka and you gave Eijiro the okay to tell him.

Some of the regulars had picked up on it too. Taken to calling you Kirishima's Moll making the raven-haired man beam with pride.

Compared to where you started when you first walked through that crimson door just over a year ago, things now were better than you could have dreamed... until you were working a closing on a hot July night.

It was just you on the floor, Eijiro and Katsuki had gone into the office to discuss an upcoming run, Mina and Denki had already left for the night and only one table remained. The three guys were so piss drunk you thought Eijiro might have to help them out into a cab. They had a fourth but he'd stumbled off into the night already.

"Anything else I can get you? We're just about closed for the night." You told them with your usual smile.

The moment three pairs of eyes landed on you, your blood ran ice cold. They were too quick for men who'd been drinking as long as they were and one of them had you by the arm.

"Heard there’s a buncha Quirked workin' here." He sneered, breath absolutely revolting. "Shame you can't always tell one just by lookin'. You look too pretty to have one of those revolting things, doncha think, boys!" His party agreed.

"I don't, I don't have one. No one here does." You lied and clawed at the arm that held you but he just hissed and squeezed you tighter. "You heard wrong!"

You stomped down hard with your heel and he released you with a howl but another guy was quick to snatch you up. "If you do have one of those mutations, should be easy to overpower a normal human like me, even a pretty skirt like you could do it-"

You were tugged backward with the man who held you, now yelping in pain. "Get your fucking hands off my girl." Though you were deeply in love with the man, the venom in Eijiro's voice terrified you.

Looking back, Eijiro was leaning over the booth with his hand caught up in your captor's hair, his hardened hand. "Eiji... they're quirk hunters."

"And he's got one!"

Before you could blink two guns were drawn pointed directly at Eijiro and fired. Sardonic smiles faded fast when Eijiro only grunted, the quirk neutralizing bullets merely compressing against rock-like skin. "When are you punks gonna realize lead doesn't work on me!" He flicked the modified bullet back at one of them, “these things don’t stand a chance!”

The eyes one whose foot you assaulted slipped towards you, "Yeah? Might not work on you, bet it will on your little squeeze though."

Eijiro's hand tried to reach you but the gun had gone off before he could. You activated your quirk long enough for the bullet to pass through and imbed itself in the booth behind you.

"Looks like you missed."

"Naw, you both got'em!"

"Alright fuckers!" All heads turned to the bar. Katsuki's jacket sleeves were past his elbows, and a shotgun in his hand, apparently the professor didnt feel like revealing his own quirk. "Thought I'd even the field. Red, get her and breeze off. Take my car."

Eijiro slowly stepped out of the booth and stood in front of you with his hand outstretched even though the man who held you didnt relinquish you. "'S okay, doll. Use it."

The moment your hand touched his, you activated your quirk, making you and Eijiro both effectively disappear from sight. He pulled you close, a trick you learned recently: if you made another person incorporeal you could interact with them if you choose to.

"There was a fourth." You whispered to him before he led you around the bar.

"See you at my aunt's," Eijiro muttered the code to Katsuki.

"Right. Next Tuesday."

Eijiro hadn't spoken a word for three blocks but he finally sighed, "Looks like I finally gotta tell ya everything."

You listened to his story, every single word. How a wealthy politician once owned The Crimson Door, the speakeasy below Eijiro's work that he loved to frequent but after his shift at the library one night he'd found the man bleeding in the stairwell he had two kids with him, not even teens yet but they had quirks and were wanted.

"I didn't even think, I just asked him what I could do. He gave me instructions, a code word, and two addresses. He asked me to take the kids and protect them, and that's exactly what I did. I didn't know it at the time but I ended up getting them just over the border, safe, with new identities."

Something in his story sounded so familiar to you. You heard of a man smuggling people out of the country, thought about finding him yourself but there had been rumors he’d gotten out of the business.

"Are you talking about Crimson Renegade?"

He nodded slowly. "He tried everything he could within the law to help people because he secretly has a quirk too but the system failed. He was too well-known of a figure to keep up the work he started, he needed someone to pick up where he left off,"

"And you offered."

"Yeah."

"So, you're Crimson Renegade now?"

"Sort of, I go by Red Renegade, taking up the name of a person that great felt wrong to me. In case I couldn't live up to it, I wanted something different."

"Has he been in since I've worked at the Door?"

Eijiro turned onto his street. "No. When I took over he left, I don't know where he is now."

He was so good about answering every question you had with total transparency. "You said you inherited the house, from him?"

"Yes."

"And he gave Katsuki the Door?"

"No. He gave me that too. Technically I own it, Katsuki just runs it. He's less trusting than I am and I needed someone like that. He's the only other person who knows, by the way. If we ever were found out, I didn't wanna in danger other people, our friends,” He took up your hand, “The one I love. You understand, right?"

Your heart hurt but you did understand. All the pieces suddenly adding up, the scars, the 'supply trips', and closed-door meetings, it all made sense.

"What happens now?"

"Now, now we run."

Eijiro led you through his house with Wes at your heels, apparently, Wes and Crimson Renegade had been childhood friends, both born with quirks.

Wes's was the ability to morph himself into another person if he consumed a drop of their blood. Eijiro explained while he drew a thin line of blood from your pal, that if anyone came looking for you two, Wes would assume your identities.

He'd walked you to a part of the home you'd never been in before, that you never knew existed. Tucked away behind a bookshelf and three large doors, you stood hand in hand with Eijiro in front of a second Crimson door.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I know it was a long one! I just wanted to point out the song Reader and Kiri sang was Let The Rest Of The World Go By by: Elizabeth Spencer & Charles Hart.

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warm embraces & sudden kisses | ot7

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since this is the 100th post on this blog I decided to do an ot7 one

simultaneously, this was a request so it worked out !!

anon said or but I decided to try & write both in here :$ so there’s kinda 2 mini scenarios for each member

also i wrote this on my phone in my notes while i was out today which is why everything’s lowercase :)

anon if you’d like me to rewrite this less as scenarios and more as bullet points just lmk!

Lee Heeseung

[a light’s on in the kitchen]

you wake up with the feeling of warmth no longer around you. looking around, you see that heeseung’s no longer in bed with you. your hand makes it way to your phone on your nightstand, 3:07 am greets your eyes and you hear faint sounds from outside the room. you get up with a yawn, the haze of sleepiness still on you as you make your way around the apartment the two of you share, a light’s on in the kitchen. he’s making ramen, you think to yourself. he stands tall by the stove, your footsteps are quiet as you hear him singing a song. when you get to him, your arms arm around his waist as he turns around to greet you, you jump up to give him a quick kiss, intending to meet his lips but because of how tall he is, your lips meet his cheek. he smiles, pulls you in closer to him, tilting up your chin but teases you by pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

[finally home]

you’re nestled up on the couch while a movie plays on the tv. today wasn’t a good day, to say the least. you woke up late which didn’t give you a chance to eat breakfast with heeseung, when you ordered lunch the fries were burnt and the food undercooked, and when you got home heeseung texted you to let you know that practice was running a little late which meant he wouldn’t get to have dinner with you. your eyes stayed settled on the tv until the sound of the apartment door greets your ears, bringing you out of that movie marathon haze you were trapped in. heeseung smiles as he sees you, makes his way to you, as he hands you a takeout bag.

“i bought some food on my way home, i’ll change and then we can eat, yeah?” he notices that you’re sad but doesn’t press you on about it. you nod, taking the bag from him. when he comes back, the two of you eat while a new movie is running. when you’ve finished all the food, his arm wraps around your shoulders and his head rests on top of yours.

“you ok?” he asks. his embrace is comforting and safe, similar to what it feels like when a blanket is draped over you just before you fall asleep.

“i am now that you’re finally home.”

rest of the boys under the cut !!

Park Jongseong / Jay

[flustered and red]

jay’s making dinner in the kitchen while you’re setting the table. you hear him chattering, more to himself than anything as he tries to make dinner the best that it can be. with how busy his schedule was and how much you’ve been swamped with your own work, the two of you haven’t had much time for each other. so, the you both having a free day today was something you were definitely going to take full advantage of. after setting the table, you head into the kitchen to see him slicing up lettuce for a last minute salad. you let out a smile as you see him make a honey based dressing and decided to surprise him by hugging him from behind. usually, he does it to you. despite his confident appearance and composure, you can already tell that he’s getting all flustered and red.

“Yah, who said you can sneak up on me like that!” he says, but makes no effort to pull away. You move so that you’re in front of him,

“If that’s how you react when I hug, how will you react when I do this?” Going on your tiptoes, your arms make their way around his neck as you feel the softness of his lips on yours. Guess honey was good as moisturizer…

[i built us a house]

jay was sitting in his gaming chair, his gaming set up in its own room while you were in the living room doing your own thing. while you were typing away on your laptop you hear your name being called, causing you to look up.

“i wanna show you something,” he said.

“i’m busy, hon,” you reply.

“real quick, i promise.” you sigh, knowing damn well jay wasn’t going to leave you alone until you went with him. so, following him into his game room he sat on his chair.

“why am i here?” you asked. he patted his lap, motioning for you to sit on him. as you did, one of his hands moves your hair to the other side while an arm stays settled on you. you can feel his breath on your neck, the butterflies in your stomach now doing somersaults.

“i built us a house.” your eyes look at the screen to see it on his minecraft server as his character walks around. you smile, turn your head so you’re looking at him,

“this is our house?”

“one day i’ll make it happen in real life.” despite the large promise, deep down you knew jay was going to find some way to make it a reality.

Sim Jaeyun / Jake

[just a little more]

you were on the living room couch, layla’s head on your lap while you pet her. as you do, you’re typing on your phone with your free hand. jake makes his presence known by sitting next to you, his head popping into your line of sight. you set your phone aside, smiling as you pat his hair. he frowns,

“you’ve been giving layla your attention all day, what about me?”

“layla’s cuter than you,” you reply with a teasing smile. he frowns, sighing slightly as he looks at the sight of all your attention on layla. jake heads to your room, glad that you loved layla as much as he did but wished you loved him just a little more. you head to the room, seeing jake seated by the edge of the bed, you settled yourself so that you were sitting on his lap, your legs around his waist.

“i want your attention too.”

“someone’s jealous.”

“naur, i’m not jealous,” he says, looking away. you lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his lips that lingers on for a few seconds longer than it should.

“yaur, ya are,” you tease. he smiles, kisses you again as his grip on you tighten slightly,

“it got you here, didn’t it?”

[a pair of fuzzy socks]

you’re half asleep when you feel warmth to your feet and suddenly a pair of fuzzy socks have been placed over them. you say nothing, wanting to go back to sleep more than anything. a few seconds later, you feel a dip on the bed, two actually, and you’re aware of both jake and layla around you. jake lifts up your head gently. you hear him whisper,

“layla, don’t wake up your mother,” and the feeling brings tingles to your heart, fireworks spreading throughout your body. he snuggles closer to you, intertwining his legs with yours as he traces random patterns on your back just before falling asleep.

Park Sunghoon

[cold]

for as long as he could remember, park sunghoon has lived life cold. on the ice he was cold. towards people he acted cold. you entering his life was like the sun rising after a freezing winter night. you were the heat that rid himself of the icicles stuck to his cold exterior. you melted the snowflakes of winter and turned them into roses of spring. you were the warmth he never knew he was missing. he was in your apartment, washing the dishes after you made lunch. you headed to him placing your hand on his arm. he looked over to you, smiling as you hugged his side. you leaned up as you kissed him, he couldn’t hold back his small laugh. as he felt your lips on his, heat rose to his cheeks. but despite the shyness in him about to take over, he fights it, leaning into you and kissing you once more.

[cold hands]

sunghoon has always had cold hands. and whenever he cuddled with you, he made sure that you knew it. the two of you were joking, running around the apartment when you and sunghoon both ended up on the bed. a glint appeared in his eyes, a plan forming in his head. the tips of his fingers met your stomach as you started bursting out in laugher.

“HOON WHY DO YOU HAVE COLD HANDS,” you yelled as you tried to fight him off. he smiled, vampire teeth showing in all their glory as he settled next to you in bed. his hand rested on your stomach as he brought you to him, his cold feet pressing to yours.

“you’re my personal heater,” he said, pulling you closer to him.

Kim Sunoo

[a little too close]

sunoo has always been clingy around you. some days, he’ll grab your hand out of nowhere and start fiddling with your fingers. at the most random times, he’ll play with your hair and think about how to style it. being in sunoo’s embrace is something that you’ve always welcomed. you were sort of the opposite, accepting and welcoming his touch but never really initiating it. until, today that is. you noticed someone talking to sunoo getting a little too close to him. you didn’t think much of it knowing how friendly sunoo was towards people and how others naturally gravitated to him. but, you couldn’t help yourself when you made your way to them and held onto sunoo’s hand, practically staring down the other person. sunoo smiled, intertwining your hands together while bringing you into the conversation. unsurprisingly, the outsider moved closer and without even thinking, you kissed sunoo’s cheek. his eyes slightly got wide as he looked at you, but it was an action he was glad for. in return, he kissed your cheek with a smile and couldn’t stop talking about it for the rest of the day.

[a tough day]

you were having somewhat of a tough day, having cramps, on and off headaches, and an annoying ringing in your ears that you just couldn’t get rid of. sunoo came home to find you layed on the couch, his heart breaking at the sight. he got some things and brought it to the living room,

“what are you doing?” you asked.

“spa day!” he replied excitedly. he rubbed lotion on your hands, placed cucumbers on top of your eyes, and combed out your hair. the night came to an end with you and sunoo laying on the couch together, him patting in the face mask then rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. with sunoo came a bubble of warmth you never wanted to leave.

Yang Jungwon

[make me]

jungwon’s in a playful mood today and with that playful mood comes teasing you. you’re in the living room where he decided to grab your sketchbook and hold it up above your head.

“won, give it back!” you exclaimed in annoyance, glaring at him. he has the audacity to look amused and he tells you,

“make me.” he’s always found joy in teasing you for your height and right now was no different. a plan forms in your head as you take some steps backwards. as you practically run to him, his eyes widen with fear as he’s forced to let go of your sketchbook to catch you and you end up latched onto him like a koala. you kiss him, in those few seconds the entire world stops and it’s as if no one but him exists. the kiss lingers on a second or two longer than you intended as jungwon’s grip on you tightens so that you don’t fall. on his face you see him smiling and those dimples that you’ve always loved appear. jungwon was never good at hiding his emotions, his love for you no different. you close your eyes as he leans down, you expect a kiss returned but instead, he kisses the top of your head. lightly flicking your forehead gently,

“that’s what you get for being short,” he says.

[i'm here]

with all his responsibilities and the things jungwon needs to take care of at such a young age, coming home to you is the one constant in his life. to him, the second he’s able to wrap his arms around you, revel in the scent of your shampoo, and gets to hold you, everything is just complete. at 1:06 am, he came home. it was late, he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. he headed into the room you two shared, only to see you still awake.

“you’re up?” he asked.

“no, i’m asleep,” you reply sarcastically. he sighs, setting into bed next to you, “someone’s tired,” you said.

“i want cuddles,” he mutters unable to hide his need for your affection. you shift and his head lays on your shoulder. you run your hand through his hair while you kiss the top of his head,

“i’m here.”

Nishimura Riki / Ni-ki

[bungeo to his ppang]

more than anything, ni-ki liked to be by your side. whether it was while he was watching something on his phone, showing you a new dance routine, or asking you to dye his hair, as long as you were just with him, he was happy. sleeping is something that ni-ki has always enjoyed, how could he not when it grants him a few moments of peace before a busy day? the two of you are in the car, he rests his head on your shoulders. unlike normal, he doesn’t fall asleep this time. he pretends to, he closes his eyes, stays still while enjoying your warmth, but he’s not actually asleep. you didn’t seem to notice, he feels you messing with his hair a bit, something he’s never minded as long as it was with you. he hears you talking about how cute he is, practically fangirling over him. he feels you kiss the top of his head lightly,

“sleep well, ni-kitty,” he hears you whisper. he doesn’t move, doesn’t show any sign that he’s affected by your sudden actions of love. but deep down, he feels a happiness around you that’s greater than how he feels when he’s on stage. when he performs he enjoys the thousands of eyes that watch him but all he thinks about are how your eyes look at him with adoration and pride. it was in this moment that he knew, you were the bungeo to his ppang.

[take a break]

after dinner, you’re sitting on the floor of the table in front of the tv, trying to get some work done. suddenly, you feel a weight on your lap. you look down to see ni-ki’s head on your lap, his eyes closed but he’s clearly still awake.

“yah, get off,” you said, slightly lifting up your leg.

“no.” you roll your eyes, deciding not to pay attention to him as you go back to sleep our work. it seems that ni-ki had other plans as he took your one of your hand and starting fiddling with it.

“ni-ki, i’m busy.”

“take a break,” he said. you look down at ni-ki… how could you refuse? you put away your things, shifting so that your full attention was now on him. he smiled up at you, fiddling with the edge of your clothes while saying the most random things that made you laugh.

↬ ᴀ/ɴ pt. 2:

if anyone’s read up to this point pls lmk how it was, i’m not really good with ot7 scenarios typa things 😭

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[jasper-pagan-witch]

Books I Recommend For Beginners

I recommend these books for beginner witches (or even other magic users!) who don't know where to start and need a foundation built. These are my go-to recommendations, taken from my recommended reading page. But here, I hope to explain why I recommend these.

Every book here is by an author that is queer/queer-friendly, anti-appropriation, and explains things in a simple way that beginners shouldn't have trouble with. All opinions are my own, nobody gave me any money (but I wouldn't turn down a pizza night tbh) and my reviews are often scathing, so some of the high numbers here should speak for themselves.

If you'd like to see my recommendations for specific topics, send me an ask and I'll scrounge some up for ya!

Grovedaughter Witchery [2016] Bree NicGarran - @breelandwalker (Advice For Beginner Witches page and tag) and @/breenicgarran on Instagram Keywords: secular, practical, DIY and tutorial, spells, plants, candles 10/10 My review

Grovedaughter Witchery is one of my favorite books of all time, fiction and nonfiction alike. If someone came to me and asked for a book that explained fire safety, cursing safely, smoke cleansing without appropriating, solitary witchery and coven witchery, and consent in love magic, this is 100% the one I would give to them.

Kitchen Table Magic [2020] Melissa Cynova - @/melissacynova on Instagram Keywords: secular, broad, spells, divination 7/10

Kitchen Table Magic is one of those books that cleared the hot garbage threshold. It's kinda surface-level and tries to cover a lot in the first half, because the last half is chock full of spells and a guide to several kinds of divination: charm casting, bibliomancy (divination using books), pendulums, automatic writing, scrying and crystal balls, tarot, and bird divination.

The tarot section feels a little...basic, but that may be because I have Kitchen Table Tarot by the same author and I'm very familiar with tarot.

of witchcraft and whimsy [2017] Rose Orriculum - @orriculum (Witchcraft 101 masterpost) and @/orriculum on Instagram Keywords: secular, DIY and tutorial, practical, spells, food, candles 10/10 My review

I would give this book to someone who has never even heard of witchcraft before. It goes over mundane common sense needed for witchcraft (such as "not every divination reading is true" and fire safety), debunking common myths about witchcraft, and how to really get started. There's also information about spell work and making potions and tea spells - in fact, the number of spells in here is quite impressive considering how small the book is.

Every single spell is available freely on Orriculum's blog, so when you buy this book, you're really paying for the convenience of not having to shift through their 101 posts and their spells on their blog.

Queering Your Craft [2020] Cassandra Snow - @/tarotcassandra on Instagram Keywords: pseudo-Wiccan, broad, divination, spells, practical, DIY and tutorial 9/10

This is a thick book. While it's more Wiccan-based than the other ones, I feel like the content is worth enough otherwise to add onto this list. It covers almost everything that a beginner could wonder about, and it approaches it from a queer direction. The author is genderfluid and approaches magic from a queer activist angle, pushing for equality in all aspects of witchcraft and its spaces.

However, there are some problems with this book. It's definitely a pusher for the Wheel of the Year, which is...complicated in its history. The author also says that shadow work (which isn't even witchcraft, it's psychology) is necessary. Mx. Snow also cites poppets as coming from voodoo, hoodoo, or "folk magic" - poppets are from an English folk practice and have been adopted into voodoo and hoodoo because that's part how the practitioners were able to continue their religion, but... Look, I have a whole post in the works with sources discussing poppets and their history, just wait for that.

I also had a note in here about Florida Water and appropriation in this book, but I literally can't find where it was because Past Jasper didn't think to write down the page number it was on. Past Jasper is making things very hard for Current Jasper.

But besides these three (four?) problem spots, I still do recommend it. For a book covering a wide array of topics, it's thick enough that it's able to give most of these topics the attention and respect that they deserve.

#jasper post #beginner #guide #books #witch authors #bree nicgarran #breelandwalker #orriculum rose #rose orriculum #orriculum #cassandra snow #melissa cynova #kitchen table magic #queering your craft #grovedaughter witchery #of witchcraft and whimsy

[angryschnauzer]

Bubbles

Summary: After a long hot day at work and a nightmare journey home, you find your husband has a very welcome and refreshing surprise for you in the form of a full size jacuzzi in your back garden.

Pairing: Captain Syverston x Female Reader Wife (no race or size mentioned)

Fandoms: Sand Castle (Movie), Henry Cavill.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Established Relationship, Semi Public Sex, Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Alcohol consumption.

I do not run a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications for future stories. All past works can be found on there or on my AO3.

Bubbles

It had been a long day. Work had been hot and sweaty, customers were grouchy and some even tried to pull the 'speak to the manager' bullshit, even though you were the manager. Traffic had been a nightmare, your car deciding that the middle of a heatwave would be the perfect time for the air conditioning to stop working, simultaneously with a truck of maple syrup hitting the central concrete barrier and spilling its sticky load. 

Snerk. You snorted a laugh through the sweat. Sticky load… your husband would have made a whole bunch of dirty comments and jokes about being covered in sticky loads. You couldn't wait to get home to see him, it was the fact that he had now retired from the Army and would be happily waiting for you at home every night that made each day worthwhile. 

When Sy had finally retired you'd wept tears of joy, every day was a blessing. You'd discussed what you were both going to do with jobs, your contract was up in 3 months time, Sy was drawing a military pension and had saved a considerable nest egg. He'd also taken to industrial upcycling; making lamps and coffee tables out of engines and car parts, which had been massively popular. You had to admit when you saw him in his workshop with his acetylene torch and welding mask on, cutting enormous chunks of metal in half and creating brutal beauty from the elements you were immediately turned on by the raw virility of the sight.

When you eventually pulled onto the driveway, a quick glance towards his workshop told you he'd finished for the day, and as you let yourself into your house you called out to him;

"Sy?"

"Out here" came his slightly muffled reply, and you realised he was probably sitting on the patio out back, nursing a beer.

"I'm gonna run upstairs and take a shower, the aircon in my car has stopped working"

"Darlin, come out here first… i got something that'll refresh you"

Rolling your eyes you started to unbutton your blouse;

"Really Sy, i'm all sweaty and stinky…"

"Woman…" he growled;  "I said get out here…"

If any other man had called you 'woman' you'd knocked them out, but you knew Sy and for him it was a term of endearment. Quietly walking through the kitchen you reached the back door and patio;

"Sy…" you started to speak, but was cut short when you saw what he'd been referring to.

Sat on the corner of your patio, shielded from view by the trellis covered in Clematis blooms was an inflatable hot tub, bubbling away with your mountain of a man sat in it, arms spread out on each side as he held a beer and grinned at you;

"Told ya' i had something that'd cool you down"

Pressing your hand to the side of it you tested the water, smiling when you found it the perfect temperature;

"You bought a hot tub?"

"Rented. Wanted to see if we liked it before we made the investment. Why don't you get in and give it a go?"

"Sure, i'll just go get changed into my bathing costume"

Sy's glinted with mischief;

"Why? I ain't wearing one…"

You weren't sure;

"Its rented? Is it clean?"

"Spent all afternoon flushing the system and giving it a full wipe down, even though the rental company says they do it after each use… i know how you are with hygiene" he moved in the massive tub, moving to the side where you stood;

 "Now are ya gonna get naked or am i gonna have to rip those clothes off of ya?"

A minute later you were climbing in, work clothes hastily discarded in a pile on the patio, Sy holding your hand as he guided you into the bubbly water and you immediately let out a long low moan as the jets of water soothed and massaged your weary body;

"Oh Sy… this feels amazing…"

"C'mere…"

His massive hands cradled your torso, pulling you through the water until you were able to straddle his lap, his mouth meeting yours for a fierce kiss. As your tongues danced together he smoothed his hands over your back, massaging the day's stresses away to the point where let your head tilt back. Resting in his strong arms you let your back touch the water, smiling as the warm summer breeze danced over your breasts, before that skilled mouth was on your breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other, before he shifted and you were floating on the water, his mouth on your pussy. 

You weren’t the tiniest of girls, but you had utter trust in Sy that he could hold you up whilst eating you out. The man would easily heave around 10 foot iron beam railroad tracks to make into coffee tables, he’d pushed his truck home when the engine had died and that is no mean feat when it comes to a Ford F350. So with that knowledge safe in your mind you could thoroughly relax and let his tongue work magic on your clit as his beard tickled your folds. You came with a cry and he swallowed down your essence, before lowering you into the water and onto his lap.

As he lowered you you felt his hardness seek you out, sliding through your folds before you reached down and positioned him at your entrance, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you let yourself be slowly impaled on his shaft. With the worries and stresses of the day easing away with each blissful bubble that popped on your skin you sought out his lips for another kiss as you started to ride him, the friction palatable as the noise of the motor covered the sighs and moans the two of you were making. Sy’s hands firmly gripped your ass, pulling you up and down on his gnarled shaft;

“Fuck… You look so fucking good riding me Darlin’. Definitely gonna get a permanent one of these installed… might get you a coupla’ white bikini’s as i’d love to see these titties through the soaked fabric, would be such a treat…” he grinned at you; “A titty treat…”

Grinning at him you squeezed your pelvic muscles, finally shutting him up so you could concentrate as you chased your orgasm;

“Sure Sy, i’ll get a white bikini… you want me to do the gardening in it too? Watching me on my hands and knees as i plant the petunia’s?”

“Woman, i’ll fucking take you from behind right on the lawn if you do that” he growled, thrusting his hips up sharply and finding your g-spot. One of his hands crept around your hip and between your bodies, seeking out your clit as he ran his calloused thumb over the sensitive nub. From the way he was bouncing you on his lap you could tell he was getting close, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold off from cumming, but with no luck. His hands gripped your hips to stop you from moving in the hope it’d delay his orgasm. You watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and his head fell back against the side of the spa, thrusting his hips up as he swore out a litany of curses as his body reached its peak before he’d have wanted to;

“Fuck fuck fuck… ah god… i’m sorry… fuck…”

Cradling the back of his head in your fingers you stroked at the short hair as you dipped your head down and pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck and shoulders. With his eyes still shut he pulled a hand out of the water and raked it down his face before looking up at you, his blue eyes sparkling;

“Ah fuck i’m sorry Darlin’... lemme see about getting you sorted…don’t get off just yet…”

He slid his hand back between your bodies, his thumb back on your clit. His other hand moved to your breasts, using his mouth on one nipple as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. Writhing on his lap you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, Sy knowing exactly how to play your body like a guitar as you sang out your siren song that was a blessing to his ears. 

As your orgasm washed over you Sy held you in his arms, letting you ride out your pleasure as he relished the feel of your body surrounding him. Slumped in his arms you nuzzled at his neck, happily riding the waves of pleasure that echoed around your body. 

“You ok there Darlin’?” Sy purred, smoothing his massive palm over your back like a giant bear paw.

“Hmmn” you hummed, stopping mid response when you felt him shift and realised he was hard again; “Sy?”

He looked at you, a smirk on his face as he cocked an eyebrow;

“Darlin… you know when i blow my load real fast i’m ready for another round… your sweet little pussy massaged me back to full health” he pressed a kiss to your nose; “Now turn around and bend over, hand on the side… i’m gonna rail that juicy pussy from behind, see how many times i can make you cum before i shoot load number two”

Manhandling you in the water you let out a shriek as he thrust into you from behind, your walls still tight from your previous orgasm and he did exactly as promised, splitting you open from behind as his powerful thighs railed you harder than the transcontinental express. With his heavy ballsack slapping against your clit you were soon cumming again, Sy fucking you straight through it before he brought you to another orgasm soon after as he filled you with another sticky load.

As you both tried to recover from the energetic synchronised aquatics he pulled you flush with his chest as he sank down into the water, letting you lay back against his chest as your bodies were still joined. His hands skimmed over your torso beneath your breasts, cupping them tenderly;

“We’re getting one of these, right Darlin’?”

“Hmmm, absolutely”

You sat there for a good half hour, cradled in Sy’s arms as you told each other about your day, before your skin wrinkled and it was time to get out.

-

Later that evening Sy had driven the pair of you to the main hardware store in town that he’d rented the Spa from, and you’d ordered the parts and equipment for your very own one. As Sy had started getting deep into conversation with the sales guy who turned out had also recently retired from the Army you tugged on Sy’s sleeve;

“Honey, i’m gonna pop to Walmart next door”

“Sure thing Darlin, i’ll catch up with you in fifteen minutes”

Just as promised Sy found you fifteen minutes later as you browsed through the clothing section, and you spotted that he was swinging a small clothes hangar from his finger;

“What you got there?” you asked

Sy held it up and your eyes practically bulged out of your head; He had found the tiniest white bikini, that although was your size, was little more than three small triangles of fabric connected with the thinnest of strings;

“Exactly what we discussed… now i see ya got a bottle of tequila and some snacks, how about we head home and we can test this out?”

Grinned you nodded;

“Just one thing…”

“Yeah Darlin?”

“We need to grab a few more of those… there’s no way that is gonna survive one wear with you around”

Nodding in agreement Sy grinned, taking the basket from your hand as he wrapped his free arm around your shoulders;

“See, that’s why i married ya’, thinking ahead…”

He pressed a kiss to your hair as he led you back to the display of swimwear, grinning as you pulled out numerous other cheap pieces of swimwear, knowing full well Sy would destroy them as thoroughly as he destroys your pussy.

#syverson x you #syverson smut #captain syverson #captain sy x reader #henry cavill

[atrial-ofhorror-if]

Hey Everyone!

Its been a quick minute since I’ve made an update. I actually took a lil break (and am still on that break) from Tumblr. I wanted to get my self together, but I also wanted to get back on here and give you guys a quick update!  

First, I want to thank everyone whose sent me kind words/wished me well in the ask box! Y’all are my rock, and I can’t even explain how much it means to have a support system when you’re going through something tough. So for that, I love y’all 🤎🤎🤎. 

Also, to the anons with the tea, y'all actually told me some things that I didn’t know was going on and happening within the IF community (I know, I live underneath a rock! 🥴🥴) so I feel like I know how to move accordingly from now on. Once again, thank yall so much! I feel like I should do something special for you all but I really don’t know what... If you have anything that you guys would want to see in the next update, or like lil spoilers or something like that let me know!

Secondly, my job is picking up once again, and we are EXTREMELY short staffed (Thats what happens when you work in local government ). I’m having to take the brunt of a lot of the work there, so I’ve found that I’m having to try and play catch-up with a lot of my scheduled writing. In lemans terms, everything is getting pushed back by a month... AGAIN.  I hate it too y'all, I wish this game would write itself!

Now onto the game updates.

For ‘A Trial of Horror’, I have like 25% left of content I need to add and then I’ll be ready to upload it into twine and start the editing process. Editing typically takes me like 2-3 weeks and then I send it off to the testers, and make even more adjusments from there. Depending on how big the update is, I think I should be able to upload something by the end of June 🤞🏿🤞🏿(fingers crossed). 

In case y’all didn’t know... I’m planning on creating a Naruto IF (no relation to Boruto PLEASE)!

As of right now I’m still ironing out general plot, setting, and clans that I’m including in the IF (Uchiha Clan and Hyuga Clan definetly). I’ll probably make another blog page or just use this one as my general IF one once I’m ready to make an introduction page. I’m not sure yet. Once I have more info, I'll make sure to give you guys the tea~~

Overall, I hope you all stay healthy, safe, and feel loved 🤎🤎

See ya soon 👋🏿👋🏿

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