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sankttealeaf · 24 days

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Hello there - I was wondering when did you first start liking durgetash? How did you get the inspo for your story? ps Im a huge fan ❤

hi anon!! thank u!! <3

the thing that dragged me headfirst into the depths of durgetash hell was the prayer for forgiveness! i went into the dark urge playthrough knowing very little! (started rue's run in early september but only got around to actually playing her in early october! (act 3 was lagging so bad on my first playthrough i needed to jump ship to simpler times)

seeing other peoples interpretations of their durge & gortash got me thinking a little more about rue & gortash and what they couldve been like! i went into rue's playthrough knowing i was going to romance gale and went woah, theres some similarities between the two there. rue has a type!

(fun fact: my first tav playthrough & the beginnings of my durgetash era overlapped so when i got to meet gortash as my tav, cassiopeia, i was only slightly taken in by him. did not trust him at all, though. stupid man)

i think i love the tragedy of it all. no matter what relationship your durge has with gortash, its still one of closeness. and to have someone you worked hard with ripped from you, only to return now wanting to destroy everything youve made? thats gotta hurt.

as for my fic it kind of started as a series of one shots i started writing, never really with the intent to publish them! i wanted to work out how rue acted before the tadpoling and how different she was then!

the original plan was just a collection of moments shared between rue and gortash throughout their time together. back then rue was still called rue, i hadnt given her another name to further separate her life before & after being tadpoled. i also really wanted to make little letters and notes that you find in the game to go along with the writing. however i only ever made gortash's initial request for a meeting.

(as u can see below. i thought it was a cool concept. no idea how i wouldve fully executed it though)

then it sort of spiralled from there! what if rue and enver were friends as kids? what if they keep finding each other over and over again? what if they always fall to the same fate? i love tragic romances, friendships that are doomed to fail, relationships that can only end one way, so it was very fun to explore all this with them!!

the title was originally a title from a one shot i started writing about them. i think the phrase "let sleeping dogs lie" is very them - after all, why disturb what is a peaceful alliance? why ruin it by admitting feelings or saying words they shouldnt? also dog imagery & rue go hand in hand (despite me saying she's cat coded)

i had key events planned from the start that i wanted to happen, the main thing being how rue lets down her guard over the course of their friendship & how that becomes her downfall!

i also wanted to use this as a way to not only explore rue and gortash, but rue and orin, too!! it meant i could write in their povs, get into their brains and work out why they do what they do! i love villainous characters and finding out the root cause behind their actions (im currently running a curse of strahd dnd game and did the exact thing for strahd - writing up his motivations and intentions to give me better access into his headspace & why he acts like he does!)

at the start i never really intented to publish it on ao3. i added the little prologue after writing the second chapter, and then i decided to bite the bullet and post it! i made this account to share my writing, why not do that!!

im still a little in shock at how many people have enjoyed reading it & especially how many people love rue. ive never written any oc x canon before so it was a little scary putting her out there for the world to see!! sometimes i get that little voice in my head that goes "gr. youre being cringe" and i have to bap it away before it can rot my brain. im allowed to have silly characters and make them kiss other characters - no one can stop me!!

this got a little longer than i intended, but thanks anon!! <3 i hope this has been a lil insightful about the behind the scene of my very chaotic brain behind this fic! its all ive been thinking about for 6ish months now (oh gods)

#; tea time #anon #shoutout to anyone in the 'rue lovers' club!#youre the best #and if youve ever read any of my work and enjoyed it #youre also the best #going to return back to writing the next chapter - this impromptu question time has been really fun though!!!!#my ask box is always open!#; let sleeping dogs lie

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cynettic · 3 years

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Kissing Genshin Characters before you Die

Summary - Kissing the Genshin Characters one last time before you enter the battlefield.

Pairings - Reader x Albedo / Barbara / Bennett / Beidou / Chongyun / Diluc / Eula / Kazuha / Kaeya / Ayaka / Ningguang / Childe / Venti / Xiao / Zhongli

Warnings - Angst, death mentions

Tips - I wrote this listening to ‘Lovely’ and ‘Listen before I go,’ so it might make it better if you listen to both those songs while reading this :’) Both are by Billie Eilish btw, both reverb and slowed down songs for the extra angst

A/N - Im so tired, so so tired of human interaction and having no motivation to talk to people. Its like my social battery simply does not recharge, and I'm stuck writing about interactions I wish I could have, even if it's angst. Burying myself in the delusion that being in a different reality would change everything, burying myself in little imaginations and dreams of a love that doesn't exist.

Also yes, if you did notice the song lyrics playing at first are from "If the World was Ending," used to listen to that song so much. Thought it would fit this :)

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

It was absolute chaos, flames crawling up the wooden buildings and spreading smoke through the nation of Teyvat. Everything burned with the scorching heat, children crying, men and woman trying to run from the unescapable flames. Terror etched into citizens faces when encountering the monsters who appeared unaffected by the destruction.

Hilichurls and ruin guards smashing past people, till there was nowhere to run. And it was the mere decision of whether being beaten to death or burnt crisp was a better way to leave this world.

“You’d come over and you’d stay the night.”

But there you were, weapon in hand as you stood up against the blaze. Strong against the unblinking inferno in front of you, unwavering as you stood in front of the monsters that eagerly rushed towards you. Cut and obliterated in seconds, your eyes held nothing but a sickening disgust.

You slowly turned back to your s/o, relief quenching your heart when they were safe in the little location you’d found for them. They were injured, they wouldn't be sitting on the sidelines otherwise. And holding your weapon up again, you claimed the role of protector against the hoard of monsters.

“Would you love me for the hell of it?”

Their voice broke past your focus, a ragged sound that was suffering. It only took you a few strides till you reached them, crouching down to face them fully. Your faces were mere inches away, and you could see the frustration on their face. A deeply rooted feeling that fueled the action as they curled their hand around your head. Pressing your lips against theirs, one last kiss before you assumed the role of predator against the monsters.

“All our fears would be irrelevant.”

Both hands coming to hold their face, you pressed forwards into their kiss. Grasp tight against them, clinging onto them as if they were your lifeline.

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

You kissed them as if the world wasn't a aflame, like it was just you both sitting there. Hands grasping for their skin, for their lips, for them. Because without them you couldn't live in this smoldering world, a bright light that cocooned you in its comforting warmth. Nothing like the blazing flames that surrounded the two of you.

You kissed them like they were the only thing that mattered.

“The sky’d be falling and I’d hold you tight.”

But you felt the shake in their hands as they pressed their hand against your back, scared to let you go, scared to lose you. Scared to let this kiss end and have to face the scorching reality.

“And there wouldn't be a reason why.”

You pressed one last kiss to their forehead, basking in their embrace once more between you broke away. The look on your face was confident as you faced them one last time, softened by their teary eyes. Whispering soft words to them, you could only watch as they broke down, a tight feeling in your chest urging you to do the same.

But no, you had to be strong. For them, for yourself, for all of Teyvat. You slowly turned to the flames and monsters, holding up your weapon, screaming one last battle cry as you let your weapon lead your actions. As you let death become your only objective in a flurry to protect your partner.

“We would even have to say goodbye.”

Sobs wretched out of their throat as they watched you crumble, watched you fall the ground and collapse. Till the movement of your chest came to an abrupt stop, and monsters pooled at your sides.

They were forced to watch, unable to move.

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

Their cries turned to whimpers, until they couldn't hear the noises that spilled form their lips. Until they didn't care. What they cared about was thrown on their battlefield, beaten and ragged, torn and broken.

Dead.

“You’d come over… right?”

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Albedo

He takes his time, hand on the back of your neck pushing you so hard against him till he’s woozy. Memorizing the feel of your plush lips against his, molding them into memory with every kiss. He’ll break away from your lips, pressing soft pecks up your face, along your nose, to your forehead. Infatuated with the way your hands gently hold his face, careful, delicate. He doesnt want to let you go, and with one final peck right between your eyes, he’ll close his eyes, whispering a goodbye as you leave. He doesnt open them when you die, he doesnt open them when the monsters reach him. No, he dies in your embrace, even if its not real.

Barbara

Desperate, oh so desperate. She doesnt know what to do with you when you press your hands to her face, tearful. You’ll have to be the one to initiate the kiss, muffling her cries with a short lived sweetness between the two of you. She’ll have her hands all over you, unsure of how to hold you, how to press you against her. She wants to stay like this forever, and even if her kisses are sloppy and messy, she’s crying too much to notice. She won’t break away, you’ll have to tug your way out of her grip and press one last kiss to her forehead. Her voice is angelic, even when she cries. You remind yourself that this is what you’re protecting as you enter the battlefield, giving it your all.

Beidou

Oh she knows, knows how this will play out. The kisses shared between the two of you are strong and compassionate, its more intense than any other kiss you’ve both shared before. Because she knows. She knows what’ll become of you and her, that this is the last kiss she’ll share with you, that there's nothing she can do about it. She lets herself indulge in you, her strong hold on you never letting go until you vocally ask her to let you go. You make her promises she knows you can't keep, but simply smiles, telling you to come back to her.

Bennett

Awkward, his hands will grab your shoulders when you approach him, pressing for a kiss immediately. He misses his mark, accidentally pressing his lips to the edge of your lips, noses bumping against each other as he tries to shift his face. You chuckle, holding his face as you adjust the angle, till you can fully reach his lips and press him against you. Like Barbara, he’ll cry, letting himself melt into you. He doesnt resist when you back away, whispering to him. Just sitting there he’ll cry, sob through it all, vision blurry with tears. But its better that way, he can picture you better when everything is fuzzy.

Chongyun

Everything was smoldering hot, too much for Chongyun who has so much yang energy trapped in him. He’s going through one of his rushes when you get to him, eager to tuck you into his arms. His kisses are sporadic, like he’s trying to kiss you but he cant. Like no matter how much his lips meet yours, it isnt enough. He wants more, he wants the promise of your forever embrace ingrained in his head. And when you break away, he’s left empty, the kisses he’d given you the only warmth on his lips. Suddenly everything was cold, so cold, and he only wished for you.

Diluc

Too rough, mashing your lips against his until you couldn't breath. Dizzy with the lack of oxygen, he didn't stop. You were ‘his,' right here right now, no one could take you away from him. You belonged alongside him, crouched in front of him, pressed into his arms where he could keep you safe. He wouldn't let you go, strong arms pulling you to his chest so firmly that you couldn't escape. He wanted to be selfish, he let himself indulge in the promise to himself that you weren't going anywhere. You’ll have to physically break out yourself, pressing back his hands as he tries to make a grab for you, tears brimming.

Eula

You were her everything, and she’ll tell you it through her kisses. She’ll run her hands along the curve of your back, holding you tenderly against her. She doesn't wish for vengeance for all the soft kisses you’ve stolen from her good days long ago, no, she’s willing to forgive you for everything as long as you’ll ‘stay.’ She promises that in all honesty, she loves everything about you, even if she denies it sometimes. And when you leave, she tells you to come back. That its the one and only thing she’ll hold against you if you don't.

Kazuha

Soft, so incredibly sensual with every touch. Kazuha was always filled with words, filled with lovely compositions made for you and only you. But now, he couldn't think of anything, no haiku he’d written in the past that compared to what he felt right now. Metaphors and hidden meanings couldn't compare to the raw pulsing throb he felt in his chest. “I love you,” he whispered, plain and simple. It held so much affection, he was afraid even those words weren't enough to express what he felt, but he settled with it either way. “I love you,” he repeated, brushing your lips against his before he said it again. “I love you.” He said it again, even as you left, entering the battlefield. He didn't stop saying it, not when he saw the monsters take you, not when they approached him with the promise of death. “I love you.”

Kaeya

He doesnt kiss you, because kisses to Kaeya are a sort of affection that brings the sense of normalcy. He likes the way your lips feel against his, but holding you against him is more special. He doesnt depend on kisses to express what he feels, instead pushing your head to his chest, sighing when your own arms come to wrap around him. No kisses, no touches, just you and him. Offering each other your last shreds of hope, because in the end, you only need each other.

Ayaka

“Look at me.” Her hand cups your cheeks just as you do to her. Now you both simply stare into each others eyes, love and adoration filling hers. She loves you, oh she loves you so much. But she understands duty better than anyone, the urge to protect you almost consuming her. When she kisses you, its soft, butterfly kisses. She doesn't rely on the contact to keep her grounded, no holding your face is a gift enough for her. To stare at you, even for one last time, is all she needs. You’ve given her so much, she would follow you to the ends of the world if you asked her to, and that's why it hurts her so much to watch you fall. She closes her eyes, noticing that she’d follow soon after and perhaps see you in the afterlife. No, she would, that's a promise she makes to herself.

Ningguang

Ningguang has delt with loss before, the concept isnt foreign to her. But you… you’re more than the jade chamber, more than any possession she has. You’re precious, like she sold a piece of her heart to you that she could never gain back. You took it from her, and you plan to take it with you to the battlefield. All she can do is press her lips against yours. Kiss you and the world beside you both becomes meaningless, until air becomes a chore instead of a necessity. Because without air she'd kiss you forever.

Childe

Details, in the case that Childe himself cant fight alongside you, he’ll hold you and repeat the details in his head. The way his hand feels on your hair, how soft or rough your lips are against his. How you fit against him, how badass you look out in the battlefield. He won’t stop you from leaving him, because he knows that if this case was reversed, he’d want you to let him go too. So he presses intimate kisses, slow ones that dont consist of a fight for dominance like they usually do. No, he wants to tell you how much he loves you, one last time.

Venti

He doesnt know what to do, pressed against you firmly. He presses soft kisses, but theres no emotion, he doesn't know how to express himself here. He’s lost a lot, lost so much in his existence, but nothing prepared him for this. Only after a kisses will he ask to cry, and when you tell him yes he’ll press his head against your shoulder. He’ll sob, hands gripping the fabric of your shirt as he does so. And then he kisses you while tears stream down his face, mashes your lips against his until his face grows numb. And he’ll continue to feel numb when you leave, when you die, when he dies.

Xiao

He doesn't know what to do, Xiao has never felt so utterly useless when you crouch to him. Form battered and bruised, when you embrace him he feels whole again. You’re his world, he doesn't care about the blazing inferno just beside you, the monsters that threaten all of Teyvat. You are his everything, what he strives to protect and keep safe. Kisses with him are breathless, both of you passionately pulling each other closer. He cant get enough of you, he wants all of you, every single piece. Molded into his embrace until you cant get out. When you break away, he tries to pull you to him, but he finds himself only able to move in the slightest. But Xiao is a protector, he is ‘your’ protector. He follows you as you head to the battlefield, dragging his limp body in a crawl to get closer. He doesn't stop when he sees the monsters overtake you, no, he continues. Just until he reaches your body, grabbing you and holding your corpse into his chest. He numbs out the monsters that attack him, knowing sullenly that he's going to die. But death doesn't seem so bad, not beside you.

Zhongli

As someone who always has control over the situation, Zhongli will be able to adapt quickly. But he doesnt want you to suffer, admiring you for being so strong when everything presses against you. He wishes to relieve the weight if only a little bit with a few kisses. Sensual and intimate, he wants to support you, and if he cant do it on the battlefield he’ll do it right here. Hold you close and promise you that he’ll always be there for you. Only after you die does he allow himself to cry, not wanting to have burdened you with his tears.

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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God Im pretty sure I’m going to hell ANYWAYS ok so this is a hybrid cat shigaraki, u end up adopting shigaraki from a very abuses owner so our little kitten is traumatized and terrified of everything, it took u a bit of time until he was comfortable with u , he doesn’t trust u in the beginning and thinks ur gonna do the same as his previous owner did but ur different u were so patient, sweet and soft not to mention he LOVED getting head pets from u ( he would never admit it tho) once shigaraki found out that he was in love with u he was stuck to ur hip ( he was super clingy) shigaraki’s heat was closer then expected, shigaraki didn’t want to ruin his chances with u but he couldn’t stop himself from humping everything so he hid in his room , you absolutely loved shigaraki since the day u saw him u knew u wanted him, when u first met him he scratched and hissed at u he was terrified, it honestly made u sick knowing the person who did this to him is still alive, u both got much closer he even started cuddling with u!!!! U soon fell in love with shiggy but u didn’t want to ruin what u guys have so u kept it to ur self , u noticed shigaraki was acting weird and hid in his room for two days at first u thought u might give him some space but u started getting worried u wanted to check on him before u came in u heard some little moans and whines, it just hit u that ur little kitten has there heat, u decided to help out 👀

Kinks pet-play of course dom reader and sub shigaraki maybe some pegging that’s all I can think of so feel free to add any kinks. I was listening to hello kitty by Avril Lavigne there was part where she says “ come come kitty kitty your so pretty pretty” that was inspired me to write this lmaooo

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Now you might be wondering, Claire, why did this take you literal MONTHS? Well, I wanted to perfect it. I love this concept so much that I just HAD to spend so much time on it to make it perfect. And let me just say, it's pretty good 😏

Warnings: vaginal sex, overstimulation (male), anal sex with strapon, heat, pillow humping, marking mating, whatever you want to call it.

I've decided I'm obsessed with making cat shiggy meow ☺️

‘Where the fuck am I?’ Is shigaraki’s first thought of the day.

He’s never been on a bed this soft or a house this warm. Where is he? The blankets are all fuzz. The bed is littered with stuffed animals and pillows, and sweet-smelling candles, are burning somewhere. Is he being sacrificed?

“Hey, you're awake, ” a soft voice says, coming from the end of the bed.

He recoils in fear but, upon second glance, he sees that you aren't who he thinks you are. A girl replaces the scary form of his “master.” he looks you up and down. He has to admit you are quite pretty. The sight of someone other than the large man who used to own him excites him. Maybe this is a fresh start? But perhaps you're just like him...

“Get the fuck away from me, ” he snaps, scrambling into a corner.

“It's okay, sweetie, ” you say, “I'm not gonna hurt you, ”

“Everyone says that, meow ” Shigaraki retorts, “get the fuck away before I scratch your eyes out, ”

You bite your lip, “ok, Tomura, I'm gonna sit with you for a while, though. I'll be right across the room if you need anything, ”

“I don't need shit from you, ” he says, hissing making a show of his claws.

You laughed a little, more than a bit sad at his fear, “alright, but I’ll still be here, ”

He sits in silence for a moment, surveying his surroundings. He notices fresh clothes in the dresser, and there are some game consoles set up for him. How do you know he likes video games? Fucking creep. There aren't really any escape routes but escaping is complicated when he doesn't know where he is.

“Where am I meow?” he asks, sounding meeker than intended.

“I guess I kind of adopted you, ” you explain, “we’re at our house, ”

“Why did you do that?” he asks, the edge coming back to his voice.

“You just seemed so sweet, and the man who owned you was so mean. I couldn't just leave you there; he was hurting you, ” you say, frowning a little at the thought of Tomura getting hurt.

"Why do you care?" he snaps.

You sit closer to him, making him tense.

"I already told you, I think you're sweet Tomura," you repeat, "I just can't explain it. I'd really like it if we could become friends,"

'Or maybe more,' you think to yourself.

You can't deny he is very attractive.

"How do I know you're not lying meow?" He asks.

"I think you'll just have to trust me. Do you want to play some games with me?" you ask.

"Fine," he says, "only cause I'm bored,"

You grin, "awesome. What should we play?"

Shigaraki stands up and walks over to the games, tail swaying.

"This," he says, holding up animal crossing, "you probably like it cause it's dumb. What's your name anyway?" he asks.

"I'm y/n," you answer.

"I guess your names not awful, meow”, he mutters.

Truthfully, he already thinks you're beautiful, and you seem so kind. Shigaraki sits unusually close to you on the bed as the two of you play. You play late into the night; he makes a good bit of progress. Eventually, you feel his head rest on your shoulder, and he falls asleep on you.

You ease Tomura into your lap.

"There we go," you whisper, "you're safe now,"

Little did you know he's wide awake, smiling to himself and nuzzling his head closer to you. The sound of soft purring fills your ears as he drifts off into the most peaceful sleep.

He's pretty disgruntled when he wakes up alone. Where have you gone? Shigaraki doesn't have to wonder for long when you come back with a plate of food.

"Hey, are you hungry?" you ask, setting a plate of food on the table next to him.

He nods, digging in right away. You watch him eat like a man starved. Honestly, he might have been. He puts the plate down and moves closer to you. He's beginning to trust you more and more.

"Tomura, ” you say, “I have to put a collar on you now, just in case you get lost, ok?” you push some hair out of his face, “id be so sad if I lost you, ”

“fine, meow” he mumbles.

Truthfully his heart is melting at the thought. That you aren’t embarrassed by him, that you want to keep him safe and close to you. When you click the collar into place he hugs you, tugging at your shirt.

It’s shocking how fast he’s becoming comfortable with you but definitely pleasing. The next few days are calm, spent lounging around the house. He‘s getting so trusting with you. He occasionally pushes his head beneath your hand so you scratch his head. He always denies it, though; he has a tough-guy exterior to keep up.

However, something changes within him. He feels a strange warmth, not a necessarily bad feeling, around you. Tomura knows what cats were supposed to do. They are supposed to cuddle and play with their owners. Should he be doing that? Should he act like a “normal cat”? He concludes that you don’t want that at all. The lack of cat toys, a cat tree, and you allowing him to eat at the table solidify that.

However, he does want to cuddle. He tries to cuddle like all the time. But you have work, and you get tired, and you run errands, and he becomes sad. Tomura knows you have a life outside of him, but you really shouldn't. He should be your only priority. When Christmas break finally rolls around, and you start spending more time at the house, he's elated.

He has internet access, of course. He needs it to play his video games! But it was restricted. You don’t want your little kitty to see things he’s not supposed to. He starts to like watching movies too. At first, they‘re action movies with lots of blood and fighting, which you don’t necessarily agree with, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He slowly gets bored with them and stumbles across a romance movie.

Tomura becomes engrossed in them. He loves watching the couple fall in love and be happy. One movie, in particular, weirds him out. It looks like they were taking off their clothes. They start kissing and making strange noises. He doesn't like it one bit, it makes his cheeks feel hot, and his cock gets semi-hard. He turns it off immediately.

It doesn’t take long for him to forget about it and keep watching different ones. Soon he finds some similarities between him and the main character. The way they feels around their love interest is the same way he feels around you. Is he in love with you?! It seems so and you have just recently come to the same conclusion as him.

Soon he’s all over you, following you everywhere. Tomura pushes open your door every night and snuggling up to you. He’ll purr and nuzzle into you, happy sighs escaping him. Whenever he “accidentally” wakes you up, you never get mad at him. You just cuddle him and talk all night, giggling and talking until you both fall asleep.

Oddly enough, you‘re oblivious to his feelings for you. Whenever he cuddles with you, you hold back the urge to kiss him on the lips. You don’t want him to feel awkward around you. Soon he starts acting strange without any change in behavior from you. He stops coming in your room at night and wont come out of his room.

You don't want to be overbearing, so you give him space...for a while. Meanwhile, in his room, Tomura is lying naked on the bed, panting and sweating. He feels strange, just like he did when he was watching that movie. He doesn't understand what‘s happening to his body but when he humps his pillow it feels like an itch is being scratched. The first time he cums he‘s terrified and lets out a scared “meow!”

But it feels so good. The feeling doesn't go away, so he decides the only solution is to keep humping. Soon he‘s limp but still grinding his hips on the poor pillow. He takes deep whiffs of your sweater, huffing it like a drug. His tongue is lolling out of his mouth and his eyes are rolling back in his head. He‘s starting to hurt down there but he just can't stop cumming.

Oh, why can't he reach the phone you left in his room? Why is his voice too hoarse to call out to you? Tomura is scared. He can’t eat or sleep. Sweat has soaked into the mattress and his poor little cock is starting to hurt. You‘re getting worried too so you wander up to his room and callout to him, pressing your ear to the door.

“y/n meow,” he calls out hoarsely, almost a whisper.

All you can hear are desperate whines and moans. Is Tomura...in heat? Oh, your poor kitty is probably in so much pain! You have to help him, so you open the door and see him. It is a pathetic (yet erotic) sight. He looks so desperate. He‘s crying and looks so scared. Tomura just whines and reaches out to you even though he‘s far away.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper.

You walk over to him and scoop him up, sitting him on your lap. He continues to try and hump you, but you can tell how much his poor dick hurts. You hug him tightly, feeling guilty that you took so long to check on him.

Tomura tugs at your shirt, he can't figure out why he wants you to take off your clothes, but he does. You oblige, ready to do anything your sweet kitten wants. When he sees your top half naked, he feels his cock beg for you. He starts to tug aimlessly at your pants, and you take them off, once again, all too eager to please.

He doesn't have any sexual knowledge, but he has instincts, pure carnal instincts that tell him just how to breed his mate’s tight pussy. Tomura grabs your hips, his claws accidentally puncturing the skin. You yelp as he pulls you on top of him. When he slams you down onto his long fat cock he doesn't get the rush of pleasure he expected.

He's hit with an extreme amount of pain and lets out a panicked meow. You lift yourself off of him quickly, and Tomura misses the feeling of your cunt even though it caused him so much pain. He paws at you, but you keep him from shoving himself in you again.

“Tomura,” you say softly, “you need to calm down; you're hurting yourself,”

“Meow! need!” he cries.

“So needy,” you mutter, “youre just gonna hurt yourself,”

“Don’t care! Need!” he begs.

“Hold on,” you say, getting up and ignoring the insistent pawing at your shirt as he whines.

You rifle through your drawers until you find the dildo you got and the free strap-on attachment that came with it. You smile and gran some lube; this is exactly what you need for your pretty kitty. He watches with curious eyes and blown out pupils due to pure lust.

“Let's give your poor cock a break,” you say.

He nods, but where are you going to put that? You climb onto the bed with him, and he hugs you, sucking on your tit. He feels so at peace. Your boobs are so soft and pretty. He wants to stay like this forever. But when Tomura feels those nimble fingers of yours start to trail across his lower back just above his ass he shivers.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses across your chest; he lets them get sloppy and wet as you rub his back.

“Need,” he whispers again, eyes half-lidded.

You tilt Tomura’s head up and give him his first proper kiss. He's seen this in movies and knows you're supposed to say “I love you” after...right? He doesn't know the full meaning of the three little words he's about to say.

“I love you y/n,” he says when you pull away.

“I love you too,” you say, taken aback just a bit.

He gives you a love-drunk smile and tries to rut against your thigh but yelps again, remembering how sensitive he is.

“C’mere pretty kitty,” you coo, “lay on your back for me,”

He nods and lays on his back, painfully aware of how exposed he is to your careful, calculating eyes. He starts purring when you muzzle your head into his neck. Are you going to mark him?! Do you really want him to be your mate?! Oh, he hopes so! He smiles, and his breathing picks up, but his ears flatten on his head when you pull away.

“No mate meow?” Tomura asks, face falling.

For the first time all day, he feels his cock soften sadly. He doesn't understand the look of confusion on your face and tears up a bit.

“I'm not sure I understand,” you say, brushing some hair out of his face and feeling guilty when you see his teary eyes.

“I want you to mark me,” he says, bottom lip quivering, “please meow?”

Your eyes widen, “oh,” maybe you did learn something useful in school, “of course honey,”

You lean down again, unsure of how hard to bite his neck. You can tell exactly where you're supposed to bite. A strong musky smell radiates from the side of his neck and you decide to sink your teeth in until you break skin. When you do, he sighs happily at the feeling of your admittedly dull teeth (in comparison to his) in his neck.

“Mate,” he purrs.

You pull away when you can tell he's satisfied. He pulls you in for another kiss, tasting some of his blood on your tongue. He doesn't notice your fingers traveling to the bottle of lube on the bed and pumping some onto your fingers. He does notice when you start to rub around where you're not supposed to.

“Hey! What are you doing, meow?!” Tomura says, squirming at the strange new sensation.

When you find your mark and circle his asshole, any objections he just made the in the past. When he feels your finger begin to sink into his tight hole, he sighs happily. He isn't supposed to be the one getting penetrated, but he can't help how much he loves the feeling of your finger wiggling around inside of him.

When you add in another finger, he meows happily, grinding on your fingers. All this pleasure without the pain, what has he done to deserve this? To deserve you? Tomura’s back arches as he moves his hips; he can feel himself coming to a different kind of climax, but you pull away right when he's on the edge.

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and trembling thighs. He sees you putting that strange liquid on something much larger and gulps. He feels his asshole gape around nothing, waiting for something to fill it up.

“Is that going inside me, meow?” he asks nervously.

“It won't hurt,” you say, cupping his face, “i promise,”

Tomura gulps but nods. He trusts you. When the head of the dildo pushes into him he's tense and panting already.

“You have to relax,” you whisper in his ear, “be a good boy and relax,”

He tries, letting the nervous knot in his stomach untangle. His breathing slows as you push in more of the dildo. It starts to feel good, having you in some of him, and it's even better when the head of the dildo hits a spot that makes him mewl. He wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you down to him, causing you to poke his prostate again.

He moans and buries his face in your neck, purring loudly. You start to move your hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You worm your arms under him and hold him close while you help him adjust. He's planting and mewling happily.

“Love you,” he moans, “I love you so much y/n,”

“I love you too, Tomura,” you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear.

“It's so good,” he groans, “you're amazing meow. The perfect mate,”

“Yeah?” you say, too focused to respond.

He nods, “the best ever,”

You keep thrusting, speeding up just a bit. That makes Tomura yelp happily. His tongue lolls out as he smiles. There's not one thought behind those beautiful red eyes—just pure pleasure. It's taking over his entire body and he can't help but meow happily.

He likes to think of himself as more refined than most hybrids. More human, but all he can think of now is how wonderful being your little kitty is.

“I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers, “gonna cum, meow”

His dick quivers, and his asshole clenches as cum spurts out of him, but it's still not enough. To satiate his desires, he needs to be inside of you when he cums. When you pull out of him slowly and remove the strap on, he bites the bullet and plunges into you, ignoring the pain that makes him sob and absolutely hammers into you.

You're helpless underneath him as he has his way with you. You can't deny how good he feels inside of you. Tomura hates how long he's lasting. He needs to get this over with, although having you cum on his cock would be pretty nice. When he feels you worm your fingers down to your clit he starts to be thankful he hasn't lost his mind and cum yet.

That look on your face makes him so happy. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to cum, so he holds out until you milk his cock with your cunt. And when he lets go it's heavenly. The itch has been scratched, and he collapses on top of you, purring as his tail twitches. You scratch behind his ears to help him get some much-needed rest.

It works nearly immediately, and your sweet kitty is asleep in mere minutes. You love Tomura more than you can put into words, and he loves his pretty little mate. His adorable little y/n.

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solarwonux · 3 years

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10. “I still remember the way you taste.”

31. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

villain!wonwoo x superhero!f!reader

w.c: 2.6k (it was mistake okay I got carried away we should know this by now)

warnings: fluff, talks of death, ghosts, torture if you squint, graveyards, digging up graves (don’t do that yall), angst a little, it’s hinted that the reader can communicate with ghosts. (if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes this one is not for you)

note: I CAN EXPLAIN OKAY I KNOW YOU WANTED JOKER WONWOO BUT LIKE IT STARTED OFF THAT WAY AND THEN I GOT SOFT. Enjoy let know your thoughts please, they mean so much to me.

Also i will answer asks at some point, school is just keeping me super busy, BUT IM NOT IGNORING THEM THEY MAKE ME SMILE EVERY TIME I SEE THEM.

masterlist || drabble game

Wonwoo wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand, panting slightly as he stared down at the empty grave. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Vernon asked, digging his shovel into the ground with the heel of his boot. He rested his forearm against the handle looking at Wonwoo through his sweaty bangs.

“There is no reason, I was just bored.” Wonwoo shrugged, his cheeks were dusted with dirt and his white dress shirt was anything but white. The truth was he had a reason, he needed a way to meet you halfway and causing chaos was the only way to get you out of that shiny tower in the middle of the city where all the heroes resided. But his reasoning would never be voiced out loud, especially not to Vernon and so he lied like it was second nature to him.

Wonwoo missed you, He missed getting under your skin with his snarky remarks and idiotic plans to take over the world. Or at least the city. The world was his end goal, but in order to do that he needed to succeed at taking over the city first and so far he had failed. Mainly, do to you and your teammates interrupting his plans. Though along the way something unexpected happened. He had undoubtedly fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with you. It had annoyed him at first, his mind was constantly enveloped with thoughts of you. Interrupting everything he spent years working on.

It took him months to come to terms with his unwanted feelings and if he hadn’t snuck into the masked ball held every year at the tower; he probably wouldn’t have. But the second he saw you come down the grand staircase of the ballroom wearing a dress so blue, it put the night sky to shame; he kissed you before he could stop himself. Despite the mask he was wearing you had spotted him in the crowd and led him down an empty hallway when his urges got the best of him causing him to sin. When he pulled away he was shocked just as you were, but he was definitely floored when you had cut his apology short and kissed him again.

“So you decided to dig up an empty grave for fun?” Vernon pushed his dirt stained hand through his hand, leaving behind little specks of dirt in its wake. “How did you even know this grave would be empty?”

“It’s mine...well used to be mine. Obviously I’m not dead.” Wonwoo’s nonchalant tone sent shivers up Vernon’s back. Once again he found himself wondering why the hell he always found himself going along with Wonwoo’s schemes. He knew there was a reason. Wonwoo never did anything without calculating all his moves beforehand, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the true reason, more so if he was going to find out soon anyway. His suspicions were confirmed when he caught sight of you. He should’ve known that this was just another one of Wonwoo’s ways to get to you.

Vernon didn’t understand your relationship with Wonwoo, scientifically it didn’t make sense. In simple terms Wonwoo was hated by everyone and you on the other hand were not. But the two of you had snuck around for years up until the accident five months ago. Ever since then Wonwoo’s spirits were low and he was going mad. If he wasn’t holed up in his tiny room at the apartment he was bent over a desk mumbling to himself, trying to come up with ways in which he could see you again. All of Wonwoo’s attempts before this one had failed and to say he wasn’t surprised to see you sit down, legs hanging over the edge of the grave while looking down at Wonwoo lovingly, he would be lying. Though, he supposed it had to do with the fact that Wonwoo’s grave was dug up.

“You guys having fun there?” Wonwoo jumped. He rapidly smoothed down his shirt, leaving behind streaks of dirt, and fixed his hair before turning around. A smug smile adorning his features. Vernon shook his head and rolled his eyes. Sometimes he missed the days in which Wonwoo wasn’t in love.

“Princess what brings you here?” He winked. His clammy hands grew more wet as he leaned against the shovel, before it failed underneath his weight causing him to trip. Seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, the pictures he kept of you and looked at every night did you no justice. For you shined brighter than the stars in the night sky and it always made Wonwoo’s heart skip a beat.

“Cut the shit Wonwoo, I know you’ve been turning this city upside down at least once a week to get under my skin.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do? You haven’t been answering my calls, texts or emails.” Wonwoo threw his hands up in disbelief and you rolled your eyes at his ignorance.

“Apologize, that’s all you had to do and you wouldn’t be here digging your own grave...literally.” You huffed crossing your arms in front of you, ripping your eyes away from his. Suddenly the memory of the accident came lingering back. You knew, given his nature, Wonwoo was calculated. He used his powers to affiliate pain on his victims without moving a muscle to get what he wanted. Though, he had never used it on you, until that night.

He had been blinded by rage and pain and you had never seen him use so much power in your years of knowing him. It scared you and when you had tried to coax him out of whatever state he was in. He did the one thing he promised he would never do.

He used his abilities on you.

Wonwoo sighed before hosting himself out of the hole and taking the empty seat next you. “I wanted to do it in person, but you never showed up.” He looked down at his hands playing with his fingers, twirling the ring on his pinky. His body was consumed with guilt as your screams of agony replayed in his head. Just like they did every night. He had never once felt anything but satisfaction and bliss whenever he used his powers on someone. In fact he loved the way his victims begged him to stop, that was until you were on the receiving end of his torture.

“You know where I live. It’s a big shiny tower in the center of town. Pretty hard to miss honestly.” The airy playfulness of your voice made his stomach swirl. He truly missed you and not just on nights when the two of you gently explored each other's bodies, but just in general.

“I know but you know how much I hate the others, especially Joshua. He always has to stick his nose into matters that don’t concern him.” He huffed, flicking a tiny spec of dirt off of his trousers. “And I was scared.” He confessed lowly, shocking Vernon who had now taken it upon himself to sit on the soil filled ground to watch the spectacle in front of him. Wonwoo never admitted his fears and though Vernon sometimes could feel them radiating off him. It was different hearing it come from his friend's mouth.

“Of Joshua? Dude’s only got super strength and-”

“No of you. I was scared to see you suffer and to turn me away. I was scared that if I did show up putting aside indifference for your friends just to hear you say that you didn’t love me anymore.” Wonwoo let out a deep sigh at the ending of his words. He dropped his shoulders feeling the weight being lifted off them. He felt your body shake next to him and it confused him greatly, even more so when it was followed by your laugh. Though he loved it and missed it greatly. He couldn’t deny the anger he felt towards you as you laughed at his vulnerability.

Slowly, he felt his heart close up again and brought himself up to his feet faster than he could blink. His feet moved faster than the doubt racing through his veins and your laughter came to a stop.

He now remembered why he swore to never love again all those years ago.

“Wonwoo, wait come back.” You hurried to your feet, smoothing down the creases on your leggings. Vernon copied your movements. He could sense the fear coming from your body, and it overwhelmed his senses. Behind his soft eyes he quietly told you to hurry before Wonwoo did something he wasn’t supposed to. Even though Wonwoo always did without planning ahead of time, there were a few instances where he didn’t care and acted carelessly. And he found himself fearing more for your heart rather than his friend's safety.

You sighed tugging on the sleeves of your sweatshirt before turning around and ran after the only man you had ever loved. You passed many tombstones, silently paying your respects until you stopped in the middle of a small clearing, home to one familiar tombstone and Wonwoo. His hands in his pocket, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth chewing down on his teeth.

“After she died, I promised her I wouldn’t love anyone again.” He whispered, “but then you came along and ruined it.” He turned his head, his eyes glossy with wanted tears. “Do you know how much I beat myself up every day for what I did to her. For what I did to you. I hate myself for it, I hate that I can inflict pain on everyone else but myself because I’m not one that should be suffering, not everyone else.”

By now he had finally let his tears go. They raced down his cheeks rapidly and it shattered your heart.

“It hurts me that you think that way about yourself. She didn’t die because of you, you tried to save her and-”

“I was too late.” Wonwoo snorted and rolled his eyes. He stared intently at the tombstone in front of him, reading his little sister’s name over and over again, letting it burn feverishly inside his mind. He missed her dearly and sometimes he wondered why you never told him anything about the conversations you would have with her whenever she visited you. But you had told him that it was a family secret between the two of you and he never questioned you again because you had used the word family and it made him feel all giddy inside.

“Let me talk Wonwoo.” You said closing the gap between you and Wonwoo. You grabbed his face in your hands and wiped away his tears with the pad of your thumb. He had always been there to comfort you on your lowest days. His sweet words and warmth grounded you back onto the Earth, but you had never gotten the opportunity to do the same to him. He always kept himself closed off and reserved. It had taken almost a year into your secret, not so secret relationship for him to tell you about his sister’s unfortunate death and a few more months after that for him to say that he loved you. Despite all those small passing moments of vulnerability he had never once cried in front of you.

“I love you and you’re stupid for thinking that I would love you any less because of what happ-”

“I hurt you though,” Wonwoo cut you off, earning a ground shattering glare from you that sent shivers up his spine. “Sorry you can continue.” He whispered.

“Thank you.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him freeze. You were the strangest person he had ever had the pleasure in knowing because normal people would never be as comfortable as you were in his presence. “I know the kind of person you are Wonwoo, through this cold exterior there is the most loving and sensible person I have ever known. I mean, baby, you spent a whole day sulking because you forgot to water your plant.”

“You gave me that plant for my birthday, therefore he’s our child.”

“This is exactly my point, you have the biggest of anyone I have ever known. Unfortunately, you have been dealt a bad hand in life and I really don’t understand your obsession with taking over the world. But you’re not a monster.”

“I hurt people though, sometimes for fun.” He whispered against your skin. In the midst of your speech he had given in and circled his arms around your waist before burying his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving the two of you in an awkward and uncomfortable position.

“And who are those people?”

“Bad people.”

“Exactly baby, they’re the scum of the Earth and you have helped stop them.”

“Okay, but that doesn’t make me a hero. I’m just doing what you guys can’t do. On top of that Joshua’s super strength is useless, he only gets praised because he’s hot.” Wonwoo finished and raised his head, smirking. He sent you a playful wink, tears long forgotten, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Mingyu takes forever to get ready, but that’s besides the point. You’re not a monster so stop treating yourself like one.”

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He pouted batting his eyelashes at you.

“Yes you big idiot.”

“Then...why haven’t you kissed me yet?” He puckered his lips and made kissing noises, making you laugh. “Hey I’m waiting and you know I’m impatient.” He spoke through pouted lips as he leaned in closer, his lips hovered over yours teasingly until you finally caved and kissed him. He sighed happily against your mouth and deepened the kiss. He had spent five months without the feeling of your touch and it scared him that he would forget how it felt. Yet, now as he kissed you with everything in him he realized he hadn’t and it overjoyed him to the point in which he accidentally let out a moan; making you pull away quickly and eyeing him down.

“Control yourself, your sister, her friends and Vernon are here.” You scolded making him pout.

“I’m sorry, i just...I still remember the way you taste, and I got excited.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Before he could plant his lips on yours again he was met with your hand pushing him away. He whined as you tore his arms away from your waist, his body growing cold. “Nooo, one more kiss.” He reached out making grabby hands at you like a child. Instead of giving into what he wanted you turned and started walking away, “Wait, where are you going?” He stumbled against his own feet before following you.

“Home.” You looked over at him and stuffed your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. “You have a grave to cover up with Vernon.”

“But I haven’t seen you in five months, just give me five more minutes please.”

“Wonwoo you just didn’t look hard enough baby.” You said giving him a knowing smirk before leaning over, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. He felt his eyes grow in realization as everything started to click in his head. If what you had hinted was the truth and you had shown up to every single sight he had caused trouble in, then he had to give it to you. You were a lot more clever than you led on. “Don’t think about it too hard, I’ll leave my window open for you.” You smiled widely giving his cheek a pat and disappeared through the trees.

“You live on the twenty fourth floor.” He yelled after you, his hands falling down at his side in defeat. He heard someone snort next to him and suddenly he remembered that Vernon was there silently observing everything, just like always did.

“Figure it out baby, you always do.”

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lvstcd · 4 years

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something to lose ↝ jj maybank x reader

request: Hey!! I’ve had a thought for a JJxReader one shot where they’re either dating, or have an unspoken thing with each other and after the speech in episode one where JJ says he and John B have nothing to lose the reader gets upset and either says something along the lines of you could lose me or JJ includes her in the nothing to lose and she says she could lose him ( @jailcalledlife )

a/n: this is super fricking cute and i think i am pretty good at writing depressing fluff so hopefully this is good, but i hope you enjoy!

summary: you and jj have had a thing for a little bit now. jj claims he has nothing to lose, causing you to become upset and wonder if you mean anything at all.

warnings: cursing, fluff

requested?: yes

you stare at the ground as jj rambles on about how him and john b are planning to go after the gold again. you try not to show your worried expression as the boys explain their new plan. kie looks at you excitedly, her eyebrows furrowing when she sees you not moving your gaze from the ground.

john b shares where the gold is and how it wasn’t ever in the royal merchant wreck. you zone out as john b and jj bore on, thoughts running through your head about how you don’t think it such a good idea. “besides, john b and i? we have nothing to lose.” you look up with tears brimming your eyes.

you and jj had a thing for the past couple months. you both had flirted since forever, but now you guys were always touching each other, whether it was hand holding or etc. you both never made it official, hell, you didn’t even admit feelings, it just kind of happened.

you both went to each other when things would be bad with your parents. he would always come through your window and crumble in your arms at your touch after going home and seeing his dad. you’d never admit it to jj, but you were in love with him. that’s why it hurt so much when he said he had nothing to lose.

“y/n? you okay?” kie asks, causing jj to turn to you with a worried expression rushing over his face. “sunshine? what’s wrong?” he asks, standing up and quickly walking over to you, you turning way and staring into the fire as the tears roll down your cheeks. “sunshine?” he whispers, wiping a tear off of your cheek. “what about me, jay? you could lose me.” you whisper, your heart aching as the words slip out, causing jj’s face to soften. “i- i didn’t mean it like that, love, i promise.” he quickly explains, keeping your head resting in his hands.

you nod your head as you look away and stand up, all of your emotions getting to you as you walk off, your arms crossed over your chest as the tears fall, not stopping no matter how hard you tried. you hear kie and john b urging jj to chase after you.

all of your friends had known about your and jj’s unspoken fling, if that’s what you would call it, and they never spoke about it near the two of you, but they thought the two of you were good for each other and wish you would admit your feelings, but they knew that the both of you were stubborn.

“jj, stop standing here and go after her!” kie ushers quietly, causing jj to curse under his breath and hurry towards you who is quietly sobbing, staring at the ground as you walk away from your group of friends and towards the water.

“sunshine.” he places his hand on your shoulder, turning you around. “sunshine, i swear to god, i didn’t mean it like that. i- i don’t want to lose you ever, and i don’t know what i would do if i did.” you stare up at the blonde boy, his blue eyes sparkling as the light from the moon hits them, showing the regret throughout his face features.

“it’s okay...” you whisper, nodding as you wipe your tears, trying to calm yourself down. “no, love, it isn’t. it hurt you, and i should’ve thought about how what i said could affect you.”

“it’s fine, jay, really. im okay.” you mutter, trying to get him to stop from making him mad at himself. “then why are you still crying, sunshine?” he asks quietly, wiping your tears once again. you shrug, “just feelings.”

“tell me about it.” he jokes, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “i fucking hate feelings. they ruin everything.” you whisper to yourself, but jj hears, causing him to furrow his brows, “what do you mean?” you shake your head, not wanting to blurt out your feelings for him right here in this moment. there were more important things to focus on right now. “nothing.” you lie, biting your lip before looking away.

“you’re lying. you bite your lip when you’re lying.” he points out, causing you to mentally curse at him before turning to face him. “tell me, sunshine.” he mumbles, grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb on the top of your hand to calm you down as tears brim your eyes again. “i love you.” you whisper, thinking out loud, causing his eyes to sparkle, a smile on his lips, “i love you, too, sunshine.”

you shake your head, your feelings slipping out your mouth in one sigh, “no, jay, im in love with you and i always have been.” he smiles brighter, gently grabbing your chin and looking directly into your eyes. “i know, love. i said i love you, too.” he says before placing his lips on yours, your heart melting and insides exploding at the feeling of his lips on yours. you both pull away and he pulls you into his embrace, kissing your hairline.

“cmon, everyone’s waiting on us.” he mumbles, tangling his hand in yours as you both walk back to the fire. the rest of the night, you two never leave each others side. he stays at your house instead of the chateau since john b is in the hospital.

you both are laying in bed, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his heart beat and he plays with your hair. “be mine, sunshine?” he whispers right before you doze off. you slowly look up, a sleepy smile on your lips. “i thought you’d never ask.” you peck his lips and lie back down, falling into a peaceful sleep with jj in your dreams.

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junova · 3 years

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never been in love — single dad!steve (headcannon)

pairing: single dad!steve x teacher!reader

abstract: the one where steve likes you a lot and his daughter does too.

warnings: it gets a lil smutty towards the end (18+) not really tho, this is so much longer than i intended jfc, bucky being kind of a dick, hint of daddy kink, cheating?

[a/n]: this was totally inspired by @marvelouspeterparker post. i read it and it pulled me out of my writers block so thank u ! also this is so unnecessarily long but i have no excuse other than im a hoe for steve rogers??

*** gif isnt mine — i forgot creds srry :/

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oh god this one is going to hUrt me

but can you just imagine when steve really gets to see you, not just in passing as he picks up his daughter

he nearly shits himself because how in the hell had he not noticed you before?

one any given day, he’s right on time to pick up shai

he’s always punctual

— until today

not only was he late, but he was an hour late and in his mess of mind he was fully convinced they’d never let him bring her to the school again

to make matters even worse his phone had died and his cable was nowhere to be found in his dying, old pick up truck

not to mention his sweet little angel, more than likely frightened out of her mind

— but he was so wrong

practically in a full sprint, he quickly made his way to shai’s classroom when he found her perfectly peaceful while she talked with her teacher

even though, she was facing him and could see him she paid him no mind. it didn’t faze her that her father was so late because you had stayed to keep her company

“well, it looks like he finally decided to show up.” shai spoke to you, loud enough so her father in the doorway could her. the edge in her tone pushing sassy all the way through

of course as soon as shai found her way in steve’s arms he profusely apologized and graciously thanked you for staying with her saying he would repay you for it

— and it definitely had nothing to do with how attracted steve was to you. nope. not at all

you dismissed his gesture, it was a delight to be with shai and you told him such but you had a feeling he wouldn’t let it go

— and he didn’t

the very next day, when he dropped shai off and handed you a dozen pastries he had made fresh this morning

the way you gushed over it, cheekbones high and happy over his kindness made steve’s heart swell

they were still warm and you just couldn’t believe he made these with his bare hands

it was easily the kindest gift anyone ever gave you and you told him that too before you could stop yourself

then he just started bringing you a pastry or two every other day, even if you’d refused them the next day he would bring double the amount he brought the day before

you stopped refusing him bc you already felt guilt since he wouldn’t let you pay for a single one

after two weeks, steve asked you out. you weren’t shocked he had, he had been buttering you up but no matter how charming you thought he was you couldn’t.

he was a parent of one of your students and you just couldn’t allow yourself to go there

it wasn’t necessarily against the rules, but it was frowned upon

accepting your rejection with grace and humility he grabbed shai before bidding you goodbye that day

you thought that was the end of it, until you saw him the following friday night at the bar you frequented at

— alone

you wanted to talk to him, the tequila in your system giving you an irresistible urge to but you were on a date with on of your friends’ coworkers

james buchanan barnes

he definitely was a smooth taker, those dazzling blue eyes sparkling like they knew something you didn’t

you really wanted to be interested, he was a loose shape of a man you’d dream about. maybe you could even pretend he was the one you really wanted

not when steve was sitting at the bar, alone.

but you left that thought behind and you convinced yourself you really were smitten with bucky

two weeks later, bucky and you had been on a few dates and he seemed to like you but you knew you had to end things.

whatever little fling you had going on

your heart got more of kick when steve used to bring you pastries in the morning before class than when bucky kissed you after your first date.

then he asked if you would come to his house, he was having a small get together and would love if you’d be there

— reluctantly, you went

bucky’s friends were nice, each one of them making you feel welcomed into their tight circle.

it turned into a better night than you thought and bucky seemed to be super touchy, guiding you onto his lap as you sat around the fire in his patio

natasha, bucky’s long friend since high school, had you all in fits on the stories from the past

everyone was too busy reeling to recognize his presence but you had the to be blind not to

there steve stood gaping at you’d like you were a ghost, certainly surprised to see you perched on bucky’s lap

yep you wanted to just crawl under a whole a stay there forever

“Glad to see you showed up, punk.” Bucky gesturing for him to make his way over to you, even when you pulled at the sleeve of his henley to stop him.

— of course your efforts to tame bucky in did nothing

he grabbed a cold one before making his way to the two of you

and dear god was it as awkward as ever

“Honey, this is my best friend, Steve.” Honey? He had never called you anything besides your name. By the way he pulled you even closer to him made you think there was something else entirely going on.

you certainly didn’t miss the way steve’s jaw clenched or as he held his right hand picking at the piece of bark rather aggressively

“Um, we actually know each other. Shai is in my class, actually.” Feeling rather suffocated by the weight of Bucky’s arms now that the man you felt too much for was here. “Really? I had no idea.”

steve’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, infuriated. it wasn’t just that bucky knew you were shai’s teacher but he knew just how much steve liked you.

he didn’t shut up about you since he you with his daughter — something inside him changing in an instance

it wasn’t just that he thought you were the most wonderful woman he’d me — shai also raved over you

shai’s mother leaving a gaping whole in her heart she didn’t quite understand at the age of five was filled by you

you were kind to her, your patience never wearing thin as you gave her the attention she deserved

it may be your job but you enjoyed every moment with her and steve noticed

“Oh? She’s the one you would wake up an hour early for to make the pastries?” Bucky blurted out.

he woke up an early just to make those for you?

the way steve looked at the ground, grinding his fingertip against the label of his beer made you want to cry. his neck flaring pink at the embarrassment only made you wish you were in his arm instead

— even more than you already did

“You really should have seen the smile on his face when he came back from the school gushing over how much you liked what he had made.”

Bucky tightened his arm around your waist before saying. “Or when you reject him, I still can’t decide which is better.”

“That’s enough, James.” You tone harsh, before you ripped yourself away.

you couldn’t even look at steve, you don’t think your heart could handle it so you practically sprinted to your car

you needed to get the fuck out of here

until you reached for you keys, but they weren’t in your pocket

“Looking for these?” His hands looping through your keys giving it a twirl. “Star Wars fan?” Steve gesturing to you baby yoda key chain. “Maybe just a tad.”

“Thank you, Steve.” He tried to ignore the jump you ignited in his heart whenever you said his name.

handing your keys, he turned away from you, heading back into the house until you yanked him forward

the force so strong he though he was going to body slam into you before he pushing his weight against the car.....and you

“I’m sorry about, Bucky. I never would have gone out with him if I knew you two were friends.” You admitted while Steve just stood there looking embarrassed.

god did you always have to ruin everything

“I-I just, um, have these feelings for you. These very complicated feelings that make me want to throw every morally sound thought I have to the wind.”

“Which thought did you want to get rid of right now?” Stepping outside of his comfort zone, Steve grabbed your hands and just on instinct alone you cradled his face like it was the most natural act in the world. Like you had done it a thousand times.

“I mean, for one I’m telling myself I shouldn’t be this close to you.” Steve taking you by surprise as he tilted his head to the side, kissing the palm of your hand.

did he really just-

“What else, sweet girl?”

oh, you really were a goner

“I don’t know.” You spoke softly. Admitting to not only him but yourself — you couldn’t think when he was this close to you.

“Oh, but I think you do.” Steve diving right in as he latched his plump lips to your neck. Making whispers of his name drip off your tongue.

before you register what was happening steve had you pressed up against the car, rough hands gripping your thighs as your legs clinged to his slim waist

not to mention the ratio from his broad shoulders to his hips had your pussy drowning more

making you forget why you’d ever rejected him in the first place and he had hardly even touched you yet

then his lips met yours and you knew he had ruined you for anyone else. no one would ever compare to him and not anyone from your past did.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, completely in awe of what Steve was capable of doing to you in a matter of seconds. The proud smirk he wore in great contrast to what he felt back by the fire when he saw your body entangled with Bucky.

“If I ever see you sitting on my best friend’s lap again, I will go fucking crazy. Do you understand?” Steve eyes burning with envy.

“Yes, Daddy.”

brb gonna cry that i don’t have my very own steve rogers rip

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tags: @tonystankschild @parkastoria @kayteewritessteve

#bc i’m too lazy to actually write this out #maybe one day 🧐👀#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers hc #steve rogers headcanon #singe dad!steve #steve rogers au #maritza writes

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fantasydaydreamers · 4 years

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Maybe Aizawa has a neice who lives with him? She has the same quirk as her mother (his sister) and her grandmother. She has cat ears, claws, a tail, and cat eyes. When the class meets her one day (she brought her Uncle his lunch) Katsuki is smitten with this kitten.

This is another old ask I have and it's beyond embarrassing answering these bc y'all probably forgot. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!!!!! I hope you still accept this😔 Aizawa's sister is older than him!!! So the nieces age is the same as the UA students.

Edit: I just read that you said "lives WITH him" omfg im SORRYYYY AHHHHH

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Warnings: None

The other day your mother mentioned she would be visiting your Uncle Aizawa and you practically jumped at the chance to see him at the UA high school. It's not like you couldn't wait to see him outside of his job, but seeing the most famous hero school in Japan where your favorite uncle taught who was also a notable pro hero...?!?! It was such a golden opportunity.

"They're outside on the training grounds right now. I'll take you, but not before giving you the ALL EXCLUSIVE UA TOUR!!!" Laughing in agreement, you grin up at Present Mic, the man who you've known since your childhood. He always was hanging around your Uncle Aizawa and made you laugh constantly. He was considered family.

Yamada had met you in front of the school gates, his excitement booming across the courtyard. "YOOOO, (Y/N), LOOK HOW MUCH YOU'VE GROWN!" After laughing and trying to get him to stop reminiscing of you in diapers, he finally escorted you through the building giving you a brief tour. Clutching the packed bento box at your side, you listen to the tour attentively, ears twitching with interest.

"...And this door will take you to the training grounds. They have lunch after this so you came at the perfect time. I have a class to go teach now, but come see me before you leave!" Yamada pats your head and walks off. You push on the door and the sight of your Uncle Aizawa standing in the center of the imitated city made you giddy with excitement. Without thinking, you surge forward, grinning widely. "Uncle!!!"

It all happened in slow motion.

Aizawa turned towards your voice, eyes widening once they focused on you. You saw his hand moving to his scarves, panic evident on his face, as his eyes started to glow that familiar red you missed so much. For a split second, confusion washed over you from the unexpected reaction. Just when you were about to halt and question what's wrong, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up abruptly on high alert.

Without turning around, you crouched as low as you could, building up tension in your legs, your feline quirk enhancing all of your senses. Closing your eyes, you grip the bento tightly in one arm and jump.

Wind whipped at your skin, your ears flattening against your head at the uncomfortable feeling as you launched yourself in the air. Opening your eyes, all you saw was a bright flash of yellow and orange before the ground where you were just standing exploded.

Gasping, instincts suddenly consumed you as you backflipped in the air, falling back down gracefully. The smoke from the explosion made it difficult to see, but your keen senses told you where to drop. You land on a panting figure, hearing him grunt as the two of you fall to the ground. Curses start flying from his mouth as you two wrestle in the smoke. "The fuck-?! What happened to my quirk?!"

Hissing, you finally pin him to the ground, your tail wrapped around his thigh as you straddled his hips. The smoke began to clear and you were met with beautiful angered scarlet eyes that narrowed dangerously on his scratched-up face. Some rubble must've hit his cheek and some dirt flecked across his cheekbones making him even more handsome.

You could see the startled confusion on his face when he finally saw you too, the both of your eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity. Your breathing slowed as his chest still rose with his deep breaths, his hands twitching under your grip, claws extended right above his veins.

You tilted your head slightly, ears twitching in curiosity realizing you walked straight into a training exercise. The boy beneath you finally calmed his breathing as your claws retracted. "Hey-"

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Aizawa's worried voice brought you out of your trance, your trail slowly sliding from around the boy's thigh, and stood up just when Aizawa entered your field of vision.

He looked relieved as soon and he saw you and ran up to give you a hug. "Are you okay?" He sighed and reached up to scratch behind your ear, making you purr. Nodding, you lean into his touch before you remember the death grip you had on the bento box at your side.

"I brought you lunch," you frown, "hopefully it's not all messed up." Handing it over, Aizawa takes it and shakes his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe you, kid. No matter how old you get, you're still reckless. The saying 'curiosity kills the cat' was made because you do reckless actions and almost get yourself killed."

Pouting, you look back down at the boy who still hasn't moved, his eyes widened in shock as he watched you and Aizawa's interaction. "I'm not going to get killed," you stress, "I caught him. See?"

Aizawa finally turns his attention to the boy who was on the ground. "Bakugou." The seething voice that came from your Uncle surprised you until you heard the name.

"Bakugou?! As in the sports festival Bakugou?!" With the tension forgotten, you turn back to the boy who was still too stunned to move, various questions swirling in your mind.

"Aizawa-sensei!" A group of voices could be heard before a strong wind came out of nowhere, making you close your eyes at the force. When it suddenly stopped, you opened to find the smoke had dispersed and that you were in the middle of a rocky crater. You breathed out a breathless 'wow' as Bakugou finally stood up abruptly.

A group of students slid down the side of the crater and Aizawa sighed and muttered to himself, "Why can we never have a normal training class?"

A boy with glasses came running over at the speed of light making your tail twitch in surprise. "Aizawa-sensei are you alright? We went to fetch Kendo after seeing the explosion happen in the CCTV room. A random figure came running at you as well, so we were concerned it was a vil-"

Aizawa raised his hand, making the boy stop talking, and motioned to you. "Class, this is my niece, (Y/n)."

Smiling you wave at everyone, the silence deafeningly awkward. All at once the class surrounded you and bombarded you with questions you couldn't make out. Aizawa's quirk flashed and they all became silent and backed off in apology.

"Ah!" You bow suddenly to the class. "I'm sorry I ran in on your class time! I was just excited to see Uncle Aizawa, so I was selfish to risk lives when I didn't know the situation." When you were finished with your apology, you straighten out and smile sheepishly to the class, seeing some of the boys blush and look away.

Aizawa sighs, looking drained from everything that just happened. "Class is dismissed. Bakugou, (Y/n), stay here." The class mumbled and walked back over to climb out of the crater.

Turning towards you two, Aizawa glared at Bakugou but then sighed. "I can't grade you today because of my niece's disturbance. I would've expelled you if landed that hit on her. But..." Aizawa glances at you and saw your anxious expression. "...I know she wouldn't want me to do that. Be nice, Bakugou, or I will expel you. Dismissed."

Aizawa walks off with the bento and you turn towards Bakugou who looked even more pissed off. "Like hell I would've hit her! I saw her jump out of the way and we were told to come at you with all we got!" He shouts after Aizawa, who only raises his hand in acknowledgment.

You giggle, making the blonde whip his head towards you. "I think he knows that. He just acts tough when it comes to me." You step forward to the explosion hero, feeling bashful that your Uncle left you alone with him. "Sorry about ruining your training today."

Bakugou eyed you up and down, a small pink tint forming on his cheeks when he looked at your tail again before adverting his eyes. "Yeah, well. Something always fucking happens anyway."

Your eyes catch on the twitching of his arms, a small grimace of pain twisting up his face. "Did you overdo it? Where's the infirmary at? I'll come with you." You reach out and grab one of his hands, startling him.

"What-hng-!" Gently, you massage his forearms as you urge him to start walking. The scent of caramel-filled your nose and a low purr escaped your mouth. Hoping he didn't hear, you avoid looking back but could see a flash of white out of the corner of your eye.

"Do you know where you're going?" The cocky tone startled you and you paused turning to him with your bright red face. Shaking your head slowly, Bakugou's smirk widens and he leans in closer, the caramel smell more potent than before making your eyes dilate.

"...Tch. Such a confident kitty. It's this way." Bakugou turns from you and removes his arm from your grasp before heading out of the other side of the crater. You follow behind at a distance and see his ears bright red.

~*~*~*~*

On the way to the infirmary, Bakugou mentally exhausts himself trying to convince himself he doesn't find Aizawa's niece attractive but fails miserably. The feeling of your tail wrapped around his thigh as you had glanced down at him in wonder was permanently etched into his memory. Or the sound of your small purr when you massaged his arm.

You had stayed with him until recovery girl finished her treatment, and walked with him back to class. Along the way, you asked him many questions about his quirk and told him about how you saw him on TV during the sports festival. Your genuine excitement made his heart race pick up though he didn't show it.

Arriving back to the classroom, Aizawa shot him a look that made uneasiness run down his spine as he took his seat. Unknowingly, you skipped over to your Uncle and he reintroduced you to the class as the questions from before resurface and you answered a few. Bakugou scoffed and the fierce scribbling he heard from behind him but nonetheless paid the same attention to your talking as you did to him.

He found a small smirk on his face when you glanced at him when mentioning some heroes you like (a question asked by Kirishima). He felt a burning gaze at the side of his head and shifted to see the low burning red glare of Aizawa.

Bakugou nonchalantly shifted his gaze back to you and tried not to react. How the hell was he supposed to get close to you with the old man around? Tch...overprotective much?

He'll just have to do it in secret then. After all, he noticed you slipping something into his jacket earlier when he grabbed his clothes to go change. This old man can't shelter her forever. And her fighting sense was pretty good...we'll just have to make plans then.

Smirking fully again, Bakugou leaned back in his chair as you finished up talking and said your goodbyes. As Aizawa went back to teaching, (Y/n) caught his eye and shot him a small wink.

He shot one back, watching a cute blush cover her cheeks as the door closed. Anticipation rolled in his stomach as he couldn't wait to see his kitty cat again.

#answering the rest of these asks ks going to be embarrassing #bc my blog just started last year and i never officially opened my ask box #bc i was writing my ideas and so when i git these i was just like #??? omg what? me?#again.... sorry #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki

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korissideblog · 3 years

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[slams my guitar into the stage bc im past my teen years and yet still full of unbridled teenage rage]

so this ending is dumb and stupid and I hate it 😭 pretty much the plan for this fic was just a bunch if monologuing, and I didn’t know how I was gonna end it till I was. ending it.

ok, groveling aside, fic uses characters labled in part 1. I’m very sleepy. Here’s part 2 of

The Hedonist

“Jetsam Kisa?”

“Yes.” Aito shuttered, as if a sudden cool wind had blown through the room. “He was my best friend… and… well look at me now.”

Normally when this was said by someone draped in silk and gold, it was supposed to be a positive thing, but the pain in Aito’s face told the real weight of it all. How heavy the luxury really was.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be.” Aito mumbled, quickly waving off the comforting words. “You haven't done anything to cause it.”

“I'm not sorry for something done wrong, I’m sorry that I can’t help you through it.” Sakura said, her voice lowering as she explained herself, frowning a bit as Aito finally removed his hand from her’s.

“Again, no need.” Aito repeated, stepping back from the settee. “Despite appearances, I’m fairly settled in it. Despite… everything...” she said, gesturing vaguely. “I know who I am. And who I am is a villain.” a small smirk tugged at Aito’s lips as Sakura handed the book back. “I’d even go to say I'm your best villain.”

“I’m not one to disagree, pet, but may I ask,” Sakura continued, watching Aito over her shoulder. “Why would you label yourself so?”

“Simple.” Aito chuckled, walking the book back to the shelf it belonged to. “Given my background, I know more about any hero we encounter than anyone else.”

Sakura squinted as Aito slipped the book back into the empty spot. “Given your background?” she repeated.

“As a past student of UA, I’d say I know most of the heroes out there- and their abilities- fairly intimately.” Aito hummed, pleased with the shocked face Sakura made when he turned to face her.

“Checkmate… you have a long leash- I let you associate with who you please, I let you go and come from this place as you wish, you have more say in my plans than I afford to many- but… I hope you understand my… insecurity in this.” she said, lowering her voice as if Aito’s education was something to be kept secret. “The implications alone are dizzying.”

“I know, but believe me, Sakura san.” Aito said, his face falling back into its usual stoic expression. “I buried my sympathies for my classmates a long time ago.” Sakura still felt a tinge of nervousness, but it melted away as Aito returned to her side. “I do what I want now, without regard for good or bad. Interesting how I seemed to fall right in line with people like you.” he hummed hurmously, patting Sakura’s shoulder in a rare display of affection.

“I’d say.” Sakura laughed as Aito quickly removed his hand. “Interesting though, that people’s suffering is what you want.” she mentioned, tapping her cheek as if considering it. “Masochist.”

“The word you’re looking for is sadist.” Aito corrected her. “The correct word is schadenfreude- but I prefer hedonist.” Aito noticed Skaura’s eyebrow raise minutely, as if asking a silent question. “Hedonism being the philosophy of pleasure. Though not a slave to my whims, I still try to give myself anything I want. My goal is to maximize pleasure, and I think I do it well.” she explained further. “Villainy… Well, if heroism was this fun, I would be a hero.” he paused, shrugging, “but it’s not… so I’m not.”

Sakura smiled, seemingly pleased with the answer as she resettled herself on the settee. “Authur Ashe once said ‘True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.’ I believe myself heroic, at least in the sense that I serve villainous causes.” Sakura reasoned, purposefully perverting the message “But you… you don’t serve anything but yourself?” she asked, her smile widening as she looked up at the villain before her. “How do you justify it then? All of this.” Sakura continued, grinning as Aito sat down next to her feet, unusual behavior for the distant and stoic man Sakura knew. “Who does your heroism serve, pet?”

Aito paused, thinking hard as he leaned against the back of the little couch. “I don’t believe it serves you, Sakura san.” Aito reasoned, his hands slipping behind his back as if in thought. “Nor any specific villainous cause… I guess I’d say that my heroism serves my friends, my community, and my family.” Aito settled, her posture straightening as she turned to face Sakura. “As well as the heroes of Japan.” and before Sakura could even process the sentence, Aito was already tackling her to the ground.

The fight was short, Aito quickly getting the upper hand on the villain, and pinning her on her stomach as he cuffed her hands behind her back. “Checkmate!” Sakura barked, struggling under Aito’s knee. “What are you doing!”

But she was ignored, the character Checkmate immediately falling as Aito came back into the spotlight. “I already told you! I’m doing what I want!” he giggled, Sakura shouting in protest as he stood up and kicked over the settee. From his pocket Aito produced a small folding knife, which he used to cut open the bottom of the couch. Aito stuck her hand into the space and pulled out a bulky handheld radio. She flicked it on and messed with the knobs till there was a definite beep, quickly pressing the button on the side. “Iku! Yessam! My 9 months are up!” she chirped, Sakura stunned by the difference between her teammate and this new person, both somehow seeming to share the same body. “Yua Sakura is detained, I’m gonna need help for transport though.”

“Detained- you can’t detain me you brute!” Sakura barked, the chains around her wrists clattering as she fought against them. She was happily ignored by Aito.

There was a pause, and then a scratchy voice came through the other side of the radio. “Great job Aito!” the man replied, seemingly just as excited as Aito. “We'll be there in half an hour! Just keep Sakura entertained till then.”

Aito nodded quickly, looking down on the villain with a grin. “Awe you should have seen it, Ikuto! I was monologuing and everything! I was like a real life villain!” she giggled

“Troubling how well you can do that.” a different voice now, one Aito seemed just as pleased to hear. “But still impressive, good job Aito.”

“You bet your ass it was!” Aito yelled in excitement, practically bouncing in place. “Awe, I missed you guys so much! My hair is… wow, it’s rough. Blonde is not my color.” she laughed, noticing Sakura messing with the chains on her handcuffs and immediately realizing what was going on. “h-hold on there!” she barked, kicking Sakura’s side to discourage her from using her quirk against the metal.

“I-I can’t believe! You were nothing when I found you!” She yelled, curling in on herself to guard against any other attacks.

“God she’s a pain to deal with- but whatever! Jetsam! You have to take me to get my hair cut! Long is cute but it makes everything so much harder! Do you know how many times I’ve been grabbed by the hair? It’s wicked what people do to me.” he whined, glaring at Sakura before stepping away from her side.

“Sounds like a plan Aito.” Jetsam laughed, the background noise probably coming from whatever vehicle they were using to find the hide away. “Are you starting on the scene? We may not have a lot of time before the rest of the villains arrive.”

“Already on it!” Aito laughed, shoving her shoulder into a nearby bookcase and watching it fall into the ones behind it. “After this we only need to torch the place a bit, and it’ll look just like a kidnapping!” she giggled, watching all the books spill onto the floor with a chaotic glee.

“You- you traitor!” Sakura screamed from her spot on the floor, seemingly not enjoying the mess like Aito was, and still struggling against the cuffs. “I’ll destroy you- ruin you- I’ll burn- your heart.” She had actually managed to sit up by the time Aito had strolled over, but was quickly stopped by the hero.

“Awe…”Aito cooed, leaning over a bit to look the woman in the eye. “You’re cute when you’re mad, too bad you weren’t this entertaining the entire time. Hell, maybe I would have become an actual villain.” he joked dryly. “Sorry for this, but I can’t have you getting away.” Aito smirked, not looking sorry at all as he threw a punch at her temple, knocking her out cold.

“Mama always says never to hit a lady.” Aito sighed, talking back into the radio

“I think these are extenuating circumstances. Mama would understand.” Ikuto laughed, back in control of the radio. “Jetsam’s driving, we’ll be there soon. Have fun destroying the place.”

And have fun, Aito definitely did.

#Nico said I should have fixed the beginning #And I really really agree but I didn’t know how and #[rattles the bars of my cage with. malice]#this is the first fic that I actively dislike #Hoooo it gets so off topic and aisgjsvsjsbshs #Why must I write Good Stories with a Coherent Plot #Isn’t it enough for me to just Have Thoughts on philosophy?#Bnha oc comeback #knha // kimi no hero academia #aito takao #jetsam kisa #ikuto maekawa #Literally punching the air as we speak I hate this fic so much

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writesindread · 3 years

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kageyama, a drunk halfway-dozing-off blueberry boyfriend of hinata shoyo, unsteadily approaches him at the table where a group of players playing charades. they are namely ushijima, hoshiumi, and atsumu miya.

"oi" he taps hinata on the shoulder

"gimmie a kiss" with hinata sitting down, kageyema looks like a gargantuan from his position, furrowed brows, lips perfectly crooked downward for a frown.

"oh my god why is your face so red!! where have you been dumbass!!??"

kageyama is unwavering from standing "shut up, just give me a kiss, the one you always do every night"

oh fuck, no one has the slightest information about their relationship because they want it to keep it for good.

but the setter itself is unveiling everything at wakatoshi's household.

hinata is so DOOMED.

"i said gimmie a kiss!!!" then he immediately scooped hinata for a hard smooch in front of,,, OH MY GOD, in front of ushjima, hoshiumi, and atsumu miya!!

and there lies, the 3-year conceal of their wonderfully loud relationship. surprisingly everyone's in AWE.

especially ushijima. he raised a glass for a toast and hoshiumi went

"wueeee??? this is not a wedding waka-kun."

"oh." he whimpers.

but the blondie on the right looks disheveled from the kiss. is he jealous? does he wants hinata's kiss?

atsumu miya feels this little envy hanging so dearly in his cabinet of ribs. eventually, the urge touches his heart.

he scurries toward sakusa kiyoomi, his 6-year and 192cm boyfriend who's very specific with shades of green.

one time atsumu pointed out a green box at the grocery

and said "hey omi-omi, this is moss green do you know that" as if his boyfriend isn't meticulous with colors and there he continues

"and this is plum and that one is burgandy"

sakusa finds it stupid and romantic at the same time

but as soon as sakusa's sees the box of cereal his boyfriend firstly pointed out, its in neon. and by neon, sakusa calls it "miya, for the love of god, thats chartreuse"

anyway.

miya waltzes towards sakusa in one of ushijima's famous mural walls

there are approximately 30 paintings dangling and sakusa is currently living the hell out of his dream. he has always admired paintings that are artistically smudged.

"omi omi, gimmie a kith!!" he pouts in front of him while his chartreuse of a boyfriend is in puddle of bewilderment.

"what the hell are doing, why is your face covered with swabs of charcoal"

"oh ive been losing charades so now gimmie a kith" as he persistently asks.

sakusa sighed behind his mask, eyes squinting whilst his hands tucked inside his boyfriend's

inarizaki campus jacket. "no."

atsumu melted in disbelief "THATS.... YOURE SO RUDE OMI-OMI" his bones almost defrosted to the ground but

sakusa leaned towards atsumu, gently clutches his mask downward to his chin, and whispers to his ear

"dont worry miya, ill ruin you as soon as we get home, you like being tied right, im gonna give it to you this night so for now, play with your friends and keep losing"

he winks at him as he leaned back and atsumu is found: glacier in one of wakatoshi's victorian tiles.

#kagehina #kageyama #tobio #hinata #shoyo #haikyuu #drabble #sakuatsu #sakusa #kiyoomi #atsumu #miya #ushijima #hoshiumi #fluff #romance

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smvt-cemetery · 3 years

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Ellie’s unlikely encounter.

I was on my way back home from school having to cut through various alleyways so as to avoid being mugged and raped in this hell hole of a city, murders and thievery are so common here I always keep a can of pepper spray on me but anything can happen in this city when the height of these buildings force us to live in the shadows; I was walking my usual route which involves cutting through a few alleyways before I feel comfortable enough walking the main straight back to my house, when I passed by the usual restaurant with the usual dishwasher cursing the head chef as he takes out the spilling trash bags everything seemed pretty normal until a sharp whistle shot through the air “Heeyyyy pumpkiiinn! Whatcha doin’ walkin’ around in a lil’ skirt like that!” “Must be waitin’ for the janitor to snatch her up!” “Maybe she’s headin’ to uncle Roy’s place!” “Maybe daddy’s got a thing for his lil’ girl!” “Is that it, pumpkin? Daddy got you wearin’ his favorite skirt for em’?” “Oh, come on, baby! You can be my lil’ baby girl all you want, I’ll make sure you get all the attention you deserve!” “Awww, come on, baby, I’ll be your daddy from now on, I’ll protect you baby!” It was a group of clowns with bad makeup and an even worse sense of fashion, I couldn’t get a good count of how many of them there were, as soon as they started flicking their tongues and humping the air I bolted out of the alley, they howled and hooted at me as they set off to chase me down, I go down the Main Street but traffics busy so I cut the corner the my right, lights and horns whirl into one another, screaming for help but nobody listens, nobody messes with these guys, I cut into another alley hoping to lose them, I can hear them shouting for me, I pull down whatever I can to the ground to slow them down, they’re hot on my tail, my heart’s way ahead of my feet, Im running out of breath, I make a move to cut a corner only to swept away in the arms of one of the clowns grabbing me by the waist, I kick my legs and pound his back screaming “Somebody help!!! Please!! Somebodyyyy!!! Ugh!” He slams me up against the wall, I reach for my pepper spray but they grab my wrist and pry it out of my hands, I close my eyes and look at the ground praying to god he hears me, one of the clowns blurts out to me “aww, don’t look so down babe’s, we’ll take real good care uh’ya, you can even call me daddy!” They all burst into laughter, my face turns sour trying to hold back the tears and that’s when I hear his voice pierce through us all, our spines shuddering like a breeze through trees “What’s this all about! Why must I be disturbed?!” His voice high in pitch and scratchy in texture I’ve only ever heard stories of him but from the looks on the clowns faces they’ve clearly fucked, “Uhh, we was jus playin’ with a lil’ piece, boss, see? She ain’t nothin’-“ he cuts him off “Nothing! Apparently it's enough to ruin my beauty sleep! Since when do you have any right to tell me the value of such things!” “Uh-boss I swear I din’t mean nothin’ by it, we was jus playing with a lil’ meat we happen t’ see passin’ by-“ “AND MY PEACE IS TO BE SACRIFICED FOR YOUR DEGENERACY!” “Uh-I’m sorry boss! I’m sor-“ PAWP! The entire skull of the clown pops like a balloon, gallons of blood and the residue of shattered skull and meat slapping against the pavement, his fallen body twitching for the mercy of god, my entire body jolts with static shooting through me in every direction at once, the other clowns shudder but they know better than to run off “The last thing I need is a pathetic-sorry-little sap! As for the rest of you out of my sight, NOW!” “YES BOSS!”

The clowns bolt for the other way. I sit there with my arms wrapped around my knees close to my chest trembling with my eyes sealed shut, praying I’ve truly been spared just now. I’ve never seen a gun in person let alone watching a man’s head blown to fucking bits, not even in this rut of a fucking city… tears trickle down my cheeks, that’s when I hear another voice from a woman, her pitch really high with a smooth texture “Awww, look watchou’ve done, big daddy, you’ve scared the poor lil’ thing!” The man with the gun snaps back “O’shut up Harley! Now’s not the time for your pseudo-maternal bickering! Go back inside!” Harley shoots back “Oh, mister big boy gettin’ all worked up all the sudden, this ain’t like you! I told you I’d give you a back rub butchya wanna be in your feelings, well look atcha now daddy! Ain’t so happy now, are ya!” I sink my head in my arms, whimpering, he snaps back “Shutupshutupshutup! I’ve had enough of your voice, Harley! AHHHHHHHHH! Why of all days does this trash need to disturb me!!! Rrrrghhhhh” He locks his bulging eyes on me, his back arched, his chest heaving, a disheveled smile across his face, slightly foaming from the corners of his mouth, his face completely whitened with red lips smeared across his face, black eye shadow, green hair, adorning a dark purple suit well tailored against his slim frame, white gloves over his hands, a yellow vest, a white button down, a green tie, black and white dress shoes-he speaks to me “Oh, where are my manners? Darling, I must apologize, allow me to introduce myself! I! Am a long standing foe of the man in black with cute little ears, the people look upon me as a monster but truly they misunderstand the quarrel between the bat and I as we merely suffer through a rough patch as so often happens between such passionate lovers, but we will make up! Oh! We will make up, you’ll see! But for you, darling, you may know me as,” he curtsies “The Joker.” “And I’m Harley!” “And she is to go back inside and shut her fucking trap!” He stomps his foot and shoots her a glare, Harley stands her ground, leaning forward and perching her lips as she observes her nails “Yea, yea, yea, bring her up already, I wanna brush her hair!” Still trembling with my knees to my chest Joker looks back at me with a fat grin on his face “Now dear, there‘s no need to fear, I assure you those little goons will no longer be of any trouble to you, should they dare cause you any trouble they’ll be a gelded lot, you’ll see!” He lends me his hand, I take his hand… after almost being gang raped only for the men to be driven away by the luck of god I feel an urge to express my gratitude to Joker… I reach in my pocket and pull out my lucky coin, “h-here you go, sir, it’s my lucky coin… I’d like to thank you…” “AW! Would you look at that, Harley! She’s given me a coin! And a lucky one at that! My! Thank you, darling, I shall treasure this coin through to my final moments, oh! What a sobbing mess they’ve put you through, let’s bring you in and get you all dolled up.”

They bring me into their home “This is no home! It is our lair!” I mean, their lair “Our lair!” our lair, Harley launches herself onto me, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing tightly, she easily towers over me by more than a head suffocating me with her boobs, I return the favor and she says “Gee, you’re quite the little woman, aren’t ya? Ehhh, we gotta do somethin’ about these clothes, what are ya goin’ to a funeral? Come on, step outta the clothes, baby, we gotta get ya into somethin’ sexy.” I didn’t expect to literally be dolled up, I didn’t know what to expect, I certainly didn’t expect to strip in front of strangers, my, I’m still a virgin... I mean, I’m no total prude, I’m familiar with my rubbing technique and I’ve fingered myself ‘a plenty but, but having the hands of others on me, no... I’ve never been touched by anyone else, she leads me in the bathroom, tiles among the walls are chipped and misplaced, the mirror on the wall massive though littered with punches, the light stretching from wall to wall close to the ceiling stark blue, I stand there motionless, “Come on! What are ya waitin’ for? What, I can’t see ya naked? Gimme those clothes, baby.” I, I, I strip my jacket off, I unbutton my blouse and let it fall from my shoulders, I kick off my shoes, only my bra, my skirt and leggings remain “Come on, darling, we gotta see it all.” I unclasp the hem of my skirt, shimmying my hips side to side as I let it fall to the ground... “Come on, don’t be shy, baby, mama’s gotta see what you’re workin’ with.” ... oh god... what would my parents say if they saw me like this? I.. I, I unhook my bra letting my breasts hang free, the air extra chilly swaying against my exposed skin... my, my nipples... they harden “Wow, checkout the udders on my little girl!” My face is flushed with rosy cheeks, my, my vagina, my vagina feels tingly and warm, my thighs feel fuzzy, my head’s so light, I feel embarrassed but, but... no.. no, no, no, this is wrong, this is... “Come on, baby, just one more piece to go, we’re almost there.” I slip my thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties, my head spinning as I watch my panties slip past my knees to the floor beneath my feet, my, my hole completely exposed to this stranger, I instinctively place a hand over my mound and my arm across my breasts; Harley disarms me and turns me to the mirror facing my naked body shattered in the reflection with a hole where my face should be, “So ya got a lil’ chonk on ya, so what? It’s your body, sweet pea, that’s all that counts!” She pecks my cheek “we ain’t gonna hurt ya, come now, it’s time for a bath.”

Steam rises from the water in the bathtub, “Awright now, come on sweet pea, got the water all nice and hot for ya.” I step into the water and gasp as I turn to see Harley stripping herself bare “What? Didn’t think I’m gonna get my clothes all wet did ya? Don’t be silly now, mama’s got a rockin’ bod, don’t she?” She cocks her hip to the side, making her boobs jiggle a little, she smiles at me, I blush and nod my head in agreement, turning my head so as to hide my licking lips... she steps in with me, my back facing her, she sits herself down “Come on, baby, come to mama, no need to make this awkward, mama just wants to clean her sweet lil’ baby.” I lower myself to the surface of the tub, lightly groaning as I lean myself in her arms, her boobs pressing against my back, so soft, so full, so big, my heart beating against my chest being so exposed and close with another woman, a woman, especially with a woman such as Harley “Mama!” mama... Mama cups water in her hands and pours it onto my hair, she doesn’t stop until my hair is damp, she sweeps my hair back away from my face, I slowly melt in her hands, I, I’ve never been this close with a woman before, my god... Harley reassured me in a lower tone “there, there, sweet pea, mama’s gonna make everything just right.” She soaps up her hands, she slides her hands underneath my arms, reaching around for my boobs, she grabs my breasts “my oh my, sweet pea, little baby’s really got some stacks her, huh? Mama’s gonna take real good care of ya, mama’s got a lotta love for ya.” She grabs a handful of my breasts, drawing her fingers back until they reach my nipples, she massaged my nipples, slightly pinching them, my head slowly receding back, I whimper, mama tells me “you really got some nice tits on ya, no wonder those nasty men wanted to get their hands on ya.” She kneads my tits with slow and tender motions, “but that’s awright, sweet pea, you’re with us now, our little girl, our little baby, daddy and mommy have been trynna get pregnant for a while now, but seems like there were other plans for us, we got you now, sweet pea, our sweet lil’ baby, ain’t no one gonna lay a hand on you and get away with it.” She leans into my ear, she licks my ear, she nibbles on my lobe, she flicks her tongue deep in my ear, “Sometimes I call him Mr. J, sometimes Daddy, but never Joker, he don’t like that, and neither do I, only the dogs call him ‘Joker’ he’d love for you to call him daddy, as for me, I’m mama, and I’m mommy, got it?” I purr to her “Yes, mama...” mama trails one of her hands down across my tummy and in between my legs, butterflies swarming within me, she massages my pussy, she rubs my clit “You ever have anyone touch you here before?” “No...” “You’re safe in mama’s hands, sweet pea.” She massaged the simp of my pussy, sliding a finger in me, I’m so, sooo wet, my entire body buzzing with heat, “How’s that, sweet pea?” “S-sooo good, mama, mmm...” she slides another finger inside my hole, I can hardly catch my breath, my thighs squeeze her hands, my toes curl, I hold onto her legs, she quickens the pace of her in and out motions, curving her fingers toward my belly, my hips gyrating against her palm, my eyes rolling in the back of my head, biting my lip, water splashing as she fucks me with her fingers, my pussy so fucking wet, wetter than I’ve been in my entire life, fuck, fuuuuccckkk, my pussy contracts around her fingers, she licks, sucks and nibbles on my neck, static shooting throughout my body in waves, my whimpering turns into crying, “fuck, mama, fuck! Fuck me, mama, fuck me, I’m yours mama, fuck me, please! Oh, fuck mama!” She uses her other hand to rub my clit and I’m completely lost now, my vision blurs, I don’t know if I’m fainting, am I blacking out??? My entire body convulses in her hands, I want nothing more than to lie in mama’s hands, I want nothing more than to let mama take care of me, my god, I can’t believe my own words, how could I be saying this, how could I harbor such thou-“ohhhh fuuckkk, o-oh-oh my-oh my god, ma-mama, fuck-fuck me mama” mama really gives

it to me hard, my entire wracking in her arms, water rippling all around us, my pussy so hot, my head buzzing, are those stars? Oh my, they, they must be stars, those are stars, oh my... “Sweet pea enjoyed her little homecoming gift?” “Y-yesss, mama.. thank you, thank you...” “There ain’t no need to thank me, sweet pea, mama wants to make sure her lil’ baby gets the proper treatment she deserves, now come on, time to get ya in some clothes!”

Mama takes a towel and dries us both off, being extra tender enough to pat me dry on my face, my boobs, my pussy... mama wraps a towel around my head, grabs my cheeks and squishes them together, pecking my lips a thousand times. Walking back into the main room daddy was speaking to several men on their knees before him bowing their heads, he was shouting at them “If anyone sees you take out their eyes, do you understand!” “You got it boss!” “Out with you now!” They scurried through the door. “I wuv you awready, sweet pea! Now! About those clothes... here, try this on!” Mama dresses me up in a red and black plaid skirt nowhere near my knees, a button down blouse with my sleeves rolled up to my elbows and a few buttons at the top loosened, red-wine colored socks coming up to my knees, leather wrist cuffs around the obvious, black-leather shoes with a buckle in the center, and, uhm.. no panties… After having been finger fucked by the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen and dressing up in this skimpy outfit I’ve never felt like such a slut before and yet… I like it… mama slips a ring on my right middle finger flashing her own ring on the same finger of her own hand, “See! Now we really are mother and daughter! Till death do us part!” Mr. J snaps “Don’t be surprised if you find yourself wanting to sever her tongue! I may even conspire with you!” “Daddy would be lost without my tongue.” Mama winks at him “Now time for the best part! The makeup!” Mama makes my face as white as hers, my lips are now red but not as wide as hers making my lips look small and plump, the skin around my eyes darkened to black with purple atop my eyelids, she ties my hair in a bun letting a generous amount of strands hang low, my nails are now a dark shade of green, my arms glowing with glitter “We’ll worry about ur hair later, and here, you’ll need this” mama hands me a gun with a waist strap... I’m visibly shaken as I’ve never handled a gun before, dear god, am I going to behave to shoot-ki-kill someone?... “don’t worry, baby, you’ll get the hang of it, mama’s gonna teach everything ya need to kno! Doesn’t she look cute with a pistol, daddy?” Looking in the mirror I don’t recognize the gir-or-the woman… I’ve become… I start to panic at the thought of my family, where are they, oh, how worried they must be of me, what would they think if they saw me like this, I must go back, I can’t stay here, what am I doing! “My parents! My family! I can’t be here, I have to go back, what about my parents? What would they think if they saw me like this?” Mr. J cocks his pistol “We are your parents now, darling. Those people won’t be of any bother to you any longer.” Mama grabs my cheeks and leans her face close to me “I know how scary this must be sweety; one minute you’re almost gang raped, and the next you’re part of a whole new family, but don’t worry, ain’t nothin’ to be afraid of with us, we’ll look after you, sweet pea, we ain’t gonna let ya rot.” I stammer for words “b-but, I-I-I must go back, what would they do without me, they must be worried by now, wondering where I am, I-I-I-“ mama locks her lips with mine, I groan in her mouth, she slips her tongue in my mouth sucking on mine, she grabs me the hips and pulls me close to her, she runs her hands up to my tits, she pulls her lips away “it’s okay, sweet pea.”

Mama lays me back onto a bed, my bed, mama lies next to me, kissing me, pressing her body against mine, sucking on my tongue, biting my lip, licking my ear, sucking my earlobe, I reach for her tits, her voluptuous, milky tits, kneading them deeply, she sucks on my neck, leaving her mark, groping my boobs, pinching my nipple, daddy’s lowers himself down between my legs waiting no time devouring my pussy, licking my clit and fucking me with his long fingers, curving them towards my belly, my back arches as I wrap my legs around his head, my sopping pussy making creamy noises from his finger fucking, mama moves down to my chest sucking on my nipple flicking it with her tongue, daddy spits on his finger and slides it in my butthole, I didn’t expect that, I especially didn’t expect to enjoy it more than it hurt, I didn’t even feel any pain, I only felt my pussy grip daddy’s tongue tight as he slipped it in me, my pussy was fucking soaked having him finger my shit-hole and devouring my pussy at the same time, I’m crying for more like the little slut I am, wanting mommy and daddy to never end this rapturous pleasure, that’s when mommy flips us over so that I’m on top of her “suck on mommy’s tits, baby, get your vitamins in” yes ma’am! I ravage mommy’s tits with my sopping mouth, kneading them really fucking hard for all her milk, gritting her nipple between my teeth, her moaning echoes through my body like the overture of a symphony, her milk so warm and sweet, fuck! I love mommy’s tits! Daddy gets to work on devouring my little shit hole fucking my pussy with his fingers, fucking me so hard I bite down on mommy’s tits screaming and crying and praying for daddy to fuck me forever and ever, daddy slaps my ass making me squeal like a whore, mommy moans pushing the my face deep in her tits, “mmmm, just like that baby, fuck, mommy loves that, ohhh” daddy’s fucking my push so hard I can’t take it anymore, my toes curling, my entire body buzzing with the tides of my orgasm washing over my body, whimpering in mommy’s tit as I cum all over daddy’s fingers, Mr. J teases me “What a messy little slut out little baby is” he slaps my ass. I let mommy’s tit plop out of my mouth with a wide grin across my face struggling to come back down to earth, “She’s had such a long day, daddy, nothin’ like a good night’s rest to feel new again. Come on, sweet pea, I’ll tuck you in.”

After tucking me in they lean in to kiss me goodnight. Mr. J asks me “Ellie’s quite an adorable name, but how about Pumpkin? Would you like to be our little pumpkin?” “I would love to be you r little pumpkin…” “awww she’s one ‘a us now! Sweet dreams, pumpkin!” “Sweet dreams, darling” “thank you mama and daddy, goodnight... I love you...” “awwww, we love you all the same!” They peck me a thousand more times all over my face before leaving me be in my new bed, in my new home, my new parents, my new family… what a day...

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In which Hugo Nearly Fights a Toddler

Hugo's main rival for Varian's love isn't a suitor. It's a child. A slightly bratty royal child.

I meant to repost this as like, fully available on tumblr, but im a moron and just reposted the link from last night. rip. I am also now taking Varigo fic requests! See my other oneshots here

Hugo didn’t hate all children, it’s just… he hated the one that he knew.

Varian insisted he was being ridiculous, but what did he know? He was her uncle, it was his job to like the little brat. And she certainly didn’t help, with her clinging and yelling and crying, and how Andrea stole the last crepe at breakfast the other day when he clearly called dibs!

The hatred was mutual, too. Anytime Hugo and Varian were together, Andrea would grab onto Varian and drag him away from Hugo. And everytime, without fail, she’d turn and stick her tongue out at him! He always stuck his out in return, of course, because what the hell else can he do? Fight a literal toddler for his boyfriend’s hand?

With Andrea’s 5th birthday came a slew of the festivities Corona was famous for. Dancing, singing, music, the whole shebang. Hugo would’ve been glad to spend it like all the rest: holed up the Library, only coming out to steal Varian from his royal duties and drag him back to their room and not leave until late the next morning, when he would smugly announce Varian wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be attending the day’s ceremonies. And he usually scheduled that day to be the final festival day, when the closing ball happens.

Unfortunately, since this was Andrea’s birthday, he was stuck fulfilling the whims of the brat princess, and all she wanted for her birthday was for her Best Uncle Varian to attend a ball for once and dance with her.

Which meant no sneaking away from the festivities, no stealing his boyfriend, no fooling around and weaseling their way out of royal duties.

The worst part was that Varian was willing to do it! It’d be one thing if they got to share in their hatred of nobility and all the stifling activities it entailed, but Varian was more than happy to agree for Andrea’s sake. He was weak to her puppy eyes.

“Seriously?” Hugo had complained to her. “We could make you like almost anything.”

“No!” Andrea had stomped her little mary-jane clad foot, the perfect image of a spoiled princess. “You always hog him!” She’d whined.

“He’s my boyfriend, that’s my job.”

“Well you’re fired!”

Varian had laughed himself to tears when Hugo told him that.

Here’s hoping any kids they had wouldn’t be as spoiled…

Hugo had mentioned that off-handedly once, and once they all got over the shock of Oh my God Hugo wants to marry Varian and have kids, Varian had been quick to argue otherwise.

“Babe, you will literally drop whatever you’re holding to hug me. Like, let it crash onto the floor,” He’d laughed. “There is no way you won’t spoil our kid silly. You’re just jealous of Andy.”

“I am NOT!”

And it’s true! He was definitely not jealous of a child. Not jealous of how Varian was willing to ditch Hugo for her, or how he let Andrea help him with their lab experiments even if she often ruined them, or how he’d gladly make toys for her but when Hugo asks for something it’s always “Hugo, we’re not building a death ray security system, that’s a terrible idea.” or “No, I’m not getting you a bow and arrow from the market, you’re just gonna try and hunt Eugene down.” Not that Varian doesn’t get him stuff, quite the opposite. It’s just not the stuff that he needs.

(He doesn’t actually need it, he just likes being dramatic for dramatic’s sake. That and it makes Varian laugh.)

Anyway. The point is Hugo is being forced to go to a birthday party ball and he hates it.

Well, that’s not entirely true. Varian looks breathtaking with his hair slicked back and teal work outfit swapped for a more formal beige suit. Hugo was pretty satisfied with his own attire too, choosing just a simple white dress shirt and black pants. He wasn’t the center of attention tonight, and he’d like to keep it that way. If he had to play nice with a bunch of stuffy nobles and diplomats he might actually explode.

Thankfully, he was allowed to play the part of Varian’s arm accessory, a part he adored and took very seriously. Could you blame him? Varian was a hell of a catch, with his enchanting baby blue eyes and adorable freckled face, and his hands were so soft and sleek despite his day job. He wasn’t the only one who noticed Varian’s good looks, clearly.

One noble, whose name Hugo didn’t care nor want to learn, had been eyeing Varian whenever he passed by, and he passed by often. The guy didn’t even try to hide his glances, looking Varian up and down hungrily. Every time he walked by, Hugo couldn’t help but squeeze his arm around Varian a little tighter, and Varian would simply hum and rest his head on Hugo’s shoulder for a moment.

“I gotta go find Andy,” He muttered, letting go of Hugo, but not without a chaste kiss on the cheek. With that, Varian slid into the crowd, awkwardly trying to avoid small talk with the other nobles in attendance as he went. Varian hates these events just as much as Hugo, he just does a better job at hiding it.

Speaking of shitty nobles, here comes that guy again. He’s wearing the red of Ingvarr, black hair slick with gel save for one stray hair on his forehead. His face is etched with a smirk, not unlike a cat about to snap the neck of its prey. He skulks up to Hugo with that smarmy look and Hugo represses the urge to sock him in the face.

The noble looks Hugo up and down like he’s debating whether or not to eat him. “Ah, I see your little bird has flown away for the evening?”

“He went to go find the princess,” Hugo bites out, his eyes turning to scan the ballroom for either Varian or Andrea.

“Sure he did.” Clearly, the man didn’t believe him. “I don’t believe I know who you are, though I doubt that’s a problem.” Oh bitch he did not just do that. “Lord Ricket. And you are Lord Varian’s servant, I presume? Obviously that rose of Corona wouldn’t choose to be near you otherwise.”

His laugh was high pitched, as if the laugh escaped him on accident. God, this guy was everything Hugo hated about court. Varian, a rose? Please, the guy may seem small and delicate but was a walking disaster, anyone who spent more than 5 minutes with him knew it This is exactly why he didn’t want to come-

His steaming anger was cut off by a small hand slipping into his, warm and soft.

“Hugo,” Andrea whined, the u sounding more like an oo sound. Hugo would die before he admitted it was cute. “Uncle Varian needs you.” She tugged on his arm, trying to get him to move with all her little baby strength. It didn’t work. She simply stood at an angle, hair falling to the floor.

Hugo blinked. He’d never seen Andrea act like this to anyone but her parents, grandparents, and of course Varian. Her face was scrunched up with the effort of trying to move someone a good five times her size.

Lord Ricket blinked in shock at the little intruder. Recognizing the princess, his dark grin turned into a neutral frown and slunk back into the crowd of bodies. Andrea let go of Hugo’s hand and fell onto the floor with a soft thunk. Her dress spread out around her like a blanket, undoubtedly getting dirty.

“I hate balls,” She grumbled.

That got his attention. “You do?” He honestly expected Andrea to love this. She thrived on being the center of attention, and this would be no exception. The first of the new generation, all of the older royals loved to crowd her and shower her in praises, and she seemed to eat it up.

“Yea!” She yelled, raising her arms over her head, but making no movement to get up from the floor. “Everyone’s super boring, it’s all ‘nice to meet you’ and ‘I like your dress’! I don’t even like dresses, they’re itchy!”

Her complaints… they sounded so much like his own. The stuffy atmosphere, snooty rich people, awkward clothes, these were the things both he and Varian hated about balls, and it’s why they avoided them at all costs. The only thing that made these things worth his time…

...was Varian.

Hugo remembers his first ball in Corona. He’d been miserable. It was judgemental noble after judgemental noble, looking down at him because of his heritage, his past, his unorthodox relationship. If Varian hadn’t been there, Hugo would not have lasted 20 minutes without throwing an alchemy bomb.

Having Varian by his side to help him adjust his collar, gag at the nobles who tried to flirt, mock the petty arguments, those were what made formal events passable. Is that why Andrea wanted Varian here? Not to steal him for herself, but so she could have a like mind help her power through this? It was her first formal birthday ball, after all. This was technically Andrea’s introduction to court beyond hiding behind her mother’s skirts, hence the big fuss.

No wonder she wanted Varian here.

Hugo sighed. He felt like a total jerk. Well, he knew he’d been a jerk to dislike a toddler, but it felt justified. Now, not so much. Andrea’s arms were still stretched over her head, and Hugo leaned down to grab them in his own. With one quick motion, he pulled the little princess upright.

“Come on, let’s go find our favorite alchemist,” He said, and Andrea’s face lit up. Still holding his hands, she pulled him through the crowds, letting Hugo look over everyone’s heads to find him. It took a few minutes (how many people did Rapunzel invite?), but they finally spotted Varian chatting with Ricket, who seemed much more at ease. Varian, on the other hand, seemed very annoyed, his eyes flashing with rage. In any other situation, they guy would’ve gotten decked by the shorter alchemist.

Hugo and Andrea shared a knowing look. For all her bratiness, the girl was incredibly perceptive and smart. After all, her taste in people was impeccable.

“Uncle Varian!” She called, speeding up and making Hugo trip slightly as he tried to keep up. Said uncle’s face lit up considerably at the interruption, brightening even more when he saw who she was dragging around.

“Hey you two,” He grinned, and Andrea let go of one of Hugo’s hands to grab onto Varian’s. Reaching over the princess, he gave Hugo a peck on the cheek. “I was just talking to… Rickey?”

The lord’s face turned an ugly purple. “Ricket.” He gritted out. “I do believe I’ve been introduced to your…”

“Boyfriend. Not a servant.” Hugo supplied, grin stretching across his face.

“Yes, it was lovely to meet you… and you as well, princess, I’m honored to meet you.”

Andrea grinned a toothy smile. “I’m not.” Varian’s shoulders shook with hidden laughter.

The noble looked like he was struggling to swallow a grape. He at least had the manners to bow to Andrea before making his leave once more, hopefully for good. Varian hummed, leaning his head on Hugo’s shoulder and glancing down at Andrea.

“I see you two are getting along now?”

“For now, yup.” Hugo popped the p. “And I do believe you owe this young lady a dance? For shame, Varian.”

“Alright, Alright!” Varian lifted his head off of Hugo, and the taller mourned the loss. “I’m gonna need you to let go of her hand, though.”

“No!”

This shocked them both. “No?” Hugo asked.

“You gotta dance too!”

“Oh, now we can share him?” Varian smacked his boyfriend, but otherwise didn’t dispute the claim.

“Just for tonight.” The princess said, puffing up her chest as if she was making a royal decree, clearly copying her mother. She pulled the two of them back onto the dance floor, boyfriends grabbing hands as they went. The three were now forming a small circle, moving in time to the upbeat song now playing.

“Hey Andrea,” Hugo murmured. “You were kidding about the just tonight thing, right?”

“You can have him on weekends.”

“Wha- if anything I need him on weekdays!” The two bickered over custody the rest of the night, the sound of music and Varian’s laughter filling both of their ears.

So maybe Hugo didn’t hate her. But she was still a brat.

Good thing she had Hugo to guide her.

...He was so gonna recruit her to prank Eugene.

#varian #tangled #tangled the series #varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian and the seven kingdoms au #tts #tts varian #hugo the human

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years

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Humans are Weird “Pet Peeves”

Don’t forget to comment with what your weirdest pet peeve is, and also a reminder that I am open to prompts if you have them, no need to ask permission :)

Also a book update. Chapter 2 of the book has been with my beta readers for a few days, so I might be able to post it soon, so look forward to that.

Unlike other species, humans fall on a wide spectrum of temperaments from happy and laid back to angry and aggressive. As would only be logical, humans on either end of the spectrum can be easily annoyed or difficult to annoy, but there is one interesting fact about ALL humans laid back or aggressive; they have a list of small inconsequential things that will make them inordinately angry at the drop of a hat (Of course some of them may not be inconsequential, but I find that they tend to be). They call these pet peeves. You might assume that these would be large things relating to improper social behavior, or something similar, but most of them are just unfathomably unimportant. And, while a human isn’t likely to act out their anger on these, they will probably dislike you forever, or if it doesn't involve you they will go out of their way to avoid the thing that annoys them.

I asked the humans this question about their pet peeves, and this is the ist that I received.

Commander Vir: Um, well that is a good question, I have a few of curse, who doesn’t. Um I hate it when my nails are cut short, and I have to touch some sort of grainy fabric, like velvet for instance. I mean I absolutely HATE velvet to begin with its like if you skinned Satan and made curtains out of him, and now you are going to make e touch it with the most sensitive part of my body…. *shivers* nope, no thank you. The only place velvet should exist is as red velvet cake.

Or, or…. *the human grows more agitated now* how about when people are CONSTANTLY late, and then you talk to them about it and they are all like *human changes to an annoyingly high voice* ‘sorry that's like, just how I am, the world is like, to focused on being late, well I have trouble waking up, and they just don’t understand me’ like BITCH SHUT UP and get to work ON TIME dear lord in heaven! You are WASTING MY TIME and the time of everyone else here by being LATE! *human clears throat awkwardly* um sorry….. I also hate it when people use like too much, I don’t know if you got that one….. I mean it is TOTALLY fine in simili, but when you just throw it in there.

*he pauses to think* OH! One last thing, people who walk slowly in crowded hallways. You know sometimes I just have the urge to take a running start and shoulder check all those slow walking assholes into the floor and then go over them like a speed bump….. Is that an over reaction?

Lieutenant Keita: Oh, do I have a list for you. Mouth noises, always mouth noises, I don’t care what it is, if I can hear you chewing, breathing, yawning, or coughing excessively, I just become filled with this…. This OVERWHELMING desire to hurt you. Like just close your DAMN mouth and stop eating like an ABSOLUTE COW! And those people who constantly chew gum, like no one is in greater need of a throat punch especially when you are having one of those bad days and you just hate everyone.

Speaking of especially, it's pronounced ESPECIALLY not EXPECIALLY, Like even grown ass adults have no idea what they are doing, and it just drives me insane just GTFO out of my life and get an education.

Also anyone who feels the need to say ‘basically’ in front of everything they say just needs to basically go and die!

*humans eyes narrow* but of all the things I hate most of all…. irreguardless , that isn’t a fucking word. We have been doing this shit for 2000 years, and people are still saying this. Regardless means despite something, however if you add an ir in front of it, it's like a double negative which makes it NOT regardless you backwater sludge troll.

*she takes a deep breath* I don’t know why this makes me so mad.

Corporal Ramirez: How about when my girlfriend says she isn’t hungry, but as soon as I get my meal she INSISTS on stealing my food. I mean seriously, if you wanted food you should have just ORDERED some food, these are my fries, get your own. I will pay for you to have your own, but you may not say that you don’t want any and then immediately take mine…. Unacceptable.

*the human rolls his eyes* Oh and don’t get my STARTED on astrology people. Listen guys it’s 4010 we KNOW that you aren't being a bitch because venus is in retrograde. Or when some backwards ass person stabs you in the back and is all ‘lol ssry its because im a candy-corn or a cheerio or a zebra. Like what the hell does that even mean!

Or when they complain about things that can easily be fixed, or is totally their fault. Like when they are all cold and complain about it, and somehow, its impolite for YOU to say, well sorry you should have brought a coat, but I’m not giving you mine.

Sgt. Kae: Kids, whistling, people who have a special set of dishes that are for decoration and not for eating.

Systems officer Johnson: People who have mustaches, like seriously dude, people think your a pedo, everyone thinks your a pedo, or an 80s porn star, and not in a good way. Beard is totally fine, beard can even be hot, but the mustache is just creepy as hell. On that same line though, I absolutely hate it when guys with beards won’t shut up about their beards. It's like as soon as they see another guy, its beard wax or beard oil, or how anyone without a beard is just a little girl. Or when you tell them you don’t like beards and they take it as a personal offence to their honor and then tell you you just haven't been with a real man, and you would grow to like it. NO, no I will NOT!

People listening to stuff in pubic without headphones.

Or how about when people who sing take a song that you like and then add a ton of unnecessary runs to show off. Like thanks, you absolute trash bag, you went took my favorite song and ruined it. Like I will always love youuuuuuuoooooooahhhaooooahhaoooooooaaaaaahhhhooooo. It sounds like trash and it doesn't make you talented, so please go away.

Cadet Leu; Having something stuck in my teeth, people who leave the lights on, people who are indecisive, or when you are watching a movie and the dialogue is really quiet but the action scenes vibrate your insides at the same volume.

I have found that it is completely plausible to develop a pet peeve if you spend long enough with humans. And you want to know what my pet peeve is…… do you really want to know?

Humans

#humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia

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awesomeswimmingtimemachine · 4 years

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What Next? (l word gen q fanfic)

Decided to give fanfic a try since quarantine doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. Since I am most impatient for the l word season, Ive created my own continuation of events from the end of the first season. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1

“Im here”

The crowd turned their heads and a light appeared. Nat was making her way towards the stage. Alice had been telling her guest, Roxanne Gay, that she was a bad queer for trying so hard to be “outside the box”. Alice admitted that she ruined the best relationship she had ever been a part of by adding her partner's ex-wife, Gigi, into the mix. But now, Nat was coming right for her, their eyes had met from across the room. Alice called for the cameras to stop rolling, but Sophie saw the potential of this moment and urged them to carry on. Nat professed her love for Alice and only Alice. The two embraced each other in front of the studio audience and were left happier and more in love than they had ever been.

Meanwhile…

Bette Porter had suffered a devastating loss in her campaign for mayor of Los Angeles. She felt not only the heartbreak of loss, but the disappointment of knowing she would be unable to effect change in her city. However, this was not to be the first heartbreak Bette had suffered, in the days leading up to the decision she had learned that Tina planned to remarry. There was a part of Bette that always believed Tina would find her way home, the two had a tendency to find each other despite what trials of life got in their way. Bette was coming to terms with the fact there would be no way home for her this time. Even for a woman of Bette’s fortitude and resilience, the events of the previous weeks had taken their toll. When the time came, she found herself alone on her couch yearning for peace and quiet.

Angie, never one to see her mom sulk, told her mother grab her shoes because they were going to go for a hike. Bette voiced her reluctance, but eventually gave in to her daughter’s request. Angie took her mom to a spot that she often hiked to after her Aunt Kit passed. Bette, overwhelmed by the moment she was sharing with her daughter, shared her own experience of relief and restoration. She told Angie about a time years ago when she decided to attend a silent retreat. Angie laughed at the mere thought of her mother being silent for an extended period of time. Bette smiled, but then told her of the amazing catharsis that comes with screaming after holding everything in for so long. After a beat, Bette asked, “wanna give it a try?”. Angie smiled and said yes. “Okay, but you have to do it, you have to commit and let it all out”. The two women took deep breaths and then screamed at the top of their longs until there was no more breath left. When they were done, the two looked at each other and embraced, ready to make their way back down the mountain.

As they headed back down the trail, Angie caught sight of a pup that drew her attention. “What a cute dog!” she exclaimed as she knelt to say hello. The owner smiled and then quickly noticed Bette. “Maya?” Bette exclaimed as she noticed the owner. Maya smiled.

“I know I’m supposed to be impartial, but I was pulling for you”

“Thank you” Bette responded with an embarrassed smile. The two exchanged some more pleasantries and, sensing the end of their encounter, Maya asked her if she would like to go to dinner. Bette, assuming she was looking for an inside scoop on the election, quickly rebuffed Maya explaining that she was not ready to make any official comments. Maya smiled and explained that the dinner would be “off the record”. Bette realized she was flirting and was admittedly caught off guard. It's not often she is speechless. “You have my number” Maya said before walking off. Angie and Bette continued on their way, all the while Angie teased her mother about finding “The love of her life.”

Across town…

Shane was packing up a number of baby gifts she and Quiara had been given. Quiara had refused to get out of bed since the miscarriage the day before. Shane wasn't sure how to react or what to do. She felt for Quiara and the loss, but truthfully had a sense of relief. Shane had always been honest with Quiara, kids were not a part of her plan. But when Quiara showed up at her front door professing her love and telling Shane she didn't need her but wanted to be with her, what else could she do? Shane was so in love with Quiara and she was willing to put aside her desires to share a life with her.

Quiara, still reeling from the events, finally made her appearance. Shane could see how broken she looked, and wanted nothing more than to take care of her, but once Quiara saw what she was doing she began to let out her frustrations. Quiara accused Shane of being relieved and happy with the way things turned out. Shane was taken aback, overwhelmed and speechless. She knew nothing she could say would help, but she didn’t need to say anything. Quiara threw her ring at Shane and stormed off. Shane picked up the ring and sat on the floor, trying to understand what had just happened.

“No one is ever going to love you because you are incapable of loving anyone but your fucking self”

The words rang in her mind, repeating themselves, taking a piece of her every time. She couldn’t think about anything else as she sat on the floor clutching the ring. “I need a drink” she said to herself, grabbing her keys and making her way to the jeep. While driving to Dana’s she realized that the last thing she wanted was to be around people. She parked the car in the alley, grabbed a few bottles from her office but decided to drive around a bit to clear her head before heading home. While she was driving she came across a mutt rummaging through some trash on the street. She looked into its sad eyes and felt a connection. She heard the words Quiara had said once more, “incapable of loving anyone but yourself.'' There was a deep ache in her heart, was she broken? She looked out at the lost dog once more and in a moment of desperation led the mutt into her jeep. She looked at him, and he looked back at her with kind eyes. “What the hell am I doing?” she asked herself before driving back home.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Shane was stirred from sleep by the sounds of someone in her kitchen. She sat up in bed, feeling the blood rush to her ears and a headache pounding in behind her eyes. The empty bottles by the bed indicative of her activities the night before. Shane willed herself to get out of bed and make her way towards the kitchen. As she came out of her room she could see Alice.

“You have a dog Shane”

“Yeah Al, I know”

“Why do you have a dog” she asked, emphasizing the word dog, “and where is Quiara?!”

Shane knew she would have to tell Alice what happened eventually, but she pictured herself a little less hungover. Shane poured herself a cup of coffee, seemingly ignoring Alice who was impatiently waiting for answers. Shane, now facing Alice, leaned against the counter before taking a slow satisfying sip of her coffee. Another moment passed before she said it, “Quiara left me..”

Alice stood there, trying not to let how shocked she was show on her face, but not doing very well. Shane continued to sip her coffee while Alice collected herself. “She left you…. And you got a dog?” she said confused. Shane recounted the night's events, telling Alice only what she needed to know and nothing more. Alice listened attentively, but plopped herself down the couch. When Shane was done, “wow” was all Alice could manage. Silence hung in the air for a moment before Alice spoke again. “So what's his name?” she asked.

“His name?” Shane responded

“Yeah Shane, dogs have names”

Shane turned to look at the mutt who had chosen a small corner of the kitchen to sleep in last night and was still lying there. His big sad eyes looked up at her, but he did not move. “Dog, his name is Dog” she said in a dismissive manner.

“You can’t fucking name a dog Dog”

“Why not?” Shane asked hungover and a little annoyed by how much energy she had already spent this morning.

“Because Shane, ‘Dog’ is not a name”

Shane turned to face the dog who looked at her again, “okay what about.. Bud”

“Bud?! What are you five?” Alice asked with a slight mocking tone in her voice

“Well I don’t know Al, what am I supposed to name him”

“I don't know!” she responded with a higher tone in her voice, “what about Lou”

“Lou?” Shane asked in a flat tone. Suddenly there was a deep banging noise. She looked over to see the dog had begun to wag his tail. “Lou” she said again and he lifted his head to attention. “OH MY GOD. I’m the fucking dog whisperer” Alice exclaimed causing Shane to roll her eyes and say, “Lou it is.”

Over the next couple of days, Shane spent a lot of time at Dana’s trying her best to keep herself busy. She paid Finley to buy some dog food, a bed and even to walk Lou. Finley was happy for the extra cash and goodies she could swipe from the house.

Shane had gotten the dog to prove to herself that she could care about someone other than herself, but the truth is she wasn't sure she could. She spent her nights out on the terrace underneath the night sky, trying not to think about Quiara. As she continued to pour the drinks she would begin to think about all the times she had let someone down. Shane had always felt like a disappointment, and had a tendency to be self-destructive. She believed she had outgrown that, but maybe she was just good at hiding it.

And then there was a knock at her front door. Her heart stopped for a moment remembering the last time someone came to her front door at that time of night.

She made her way to the door, but found Lou standing guard. His stance ready and his eyes fixed on the front door. “Stay,” Shane said as she caught a glimpse of who was on the other side. She opened the door to a big smile from Bette. “Hey you,” she said to Shane, catching a glimpse of the dog. “ I hear you are keeping busy these days.” Shane smirked and invited Bette into the house. “Bette, meet Lou.” Bette smiled at the dog and looked back at Shane with concerned eyes.

“Im fine, I promise”

“I know,” Bette said, knowing better than to try and tell Shane what she is feeling.

Bette had brought groceries and proceeded to the kitchen. “I figured you could use a home cooked meal, and I could use a friend. What do you say?” she said, turning to look at Shane as she unpacked the bag. Shane smiled, simply responding with “You want a drink?” The two friends took the time to get into their usual rhythm, allowing the first round of drinks to settle before opening a bottle of wine to have with dinner. They ate their meal with a casual and playful atmosphere, but as the bottle was finished and another opened, the conversation found itself veering into its intended territory.

The two sat across from each other, plates nearly clean and the second bottle of wine half empty. “What happened?” Bette asked, knowing Shane would put up her usual bravado. Shane sighed. “I’m broken,” she responded so matter of factly that Bette was taken aback.

“You are not broken”

“Yeah I am, she was right Bette. I was relieved. I didn't want a kid but I wanted her. I was selfish and she left me because … I’m incapable of love.”

Bette let the words sit there for a moment. “Is that what she told you?” she finally asked. Shane didn’t respond. “Shane, you are not broken. Humans by definition are imperfect and we all have our own tendencies to self-destruct. Me included.” Bette said that last part with a little extra weight. Shane looked at her friend who was so good at putting on a brave face for the world but, ever so often, would let her guard down. She reached across the table and held Bette’s hand. Bette looked up across the table to Shane and managed a slight smile.

“I know you are capable of love because I see the way you love Angie, and she adores you. You are a great friend because you love us and we love you. Don’t let the words Quiara said to you in anger question the beautiful person you are.”

“It's different. Cheri, Carmen, Molly …. Quiara… I always hurt the people who love me, because I am not built to love them back, ” Shane said with defeat in her voice.

“I don't believe that” Bette replied without hesitation. “You loved all of them, but maybe you weren't built to love them the way they wanted to be loved, and that is okay.”

Shane let the words weigh on her for a moment. Silence hung in the air.

“So a dog huh,” Bette said teasingly

Shane sat back and looked at Lou who was laying in bed but watching them attentively.

“How are you holding up?” Shane asked, hoping to change the subject. Bette could see what she was doing, but she pursed her lips and didn’t fight it. “Well Tina is getting married,” she said with the slightest pain in her voice. “I know,” Shane replied, “She asked if she could use Dana’s for her engagement party.” Bette flinched and then sat there for a moment before reaching for the dishes and making her way to the sink. Shane was quiet, watching her, knowing that she would speak when she was ready. Bette hung her head, took a deep breath and turned to face Shane. “She deserves to be happy, even if it isn't with me.” Bette was being honest, but Shane knew this was still hurting her. “We are quite the pair,” Shane remarked as she picked up the remaining dishes from the table and walked them over to the sink. The two women cleaned the kitchen together in silence, working in harmony, each with something weighing on their mind. As she was drying the last plate, Bette broke the silence, “I went on a date a couple of nights ago.”

Shane poured the last bit of wine into her glass and smiled, “With the hot reporter I bet.”

Bette put the plate down in utter disbelief. “How on earth could you possibly know that?” she said almost laughing. She looked over to Shane who had a knowing smile. “Because, I’m me. And she was into you at that campaign event. How was the date?”

#the l word #the l word gen q #the l word generation #alice #shane #bette #fanfic #chapter 1 #chapter 2

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talesfromacrip · 4 years

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a h hhhhh:

tired of writing .feel like no ones even bothered to read it. I’m not gonna try and explain again about what’s going on with me. It’s all there and if there’s something after, then maybe I’ll talk about it.

fucking tired of this shit..

dreams are still the same, some aren’t but the hell am I gonna do about that?,

nights are still long and lonely which isn’t fun. I sleep almost halfw of my day away and do fucking nothing much. even if I say I am, I’m disassociating at times. which is difficult to say bc instant mood killer imo.

parents keep setting me off like a firework at times.

stressed with this political climate bc of these idiots

other miscellaneous events I’m too tired to even write out..

like,,what the fuck else do I say?? that already hasn’t been said ?

ohhhh, that I’m feeling suicidal again? no urges at all to drink.. but to die??how? Idk, I’m not quite sure but the feeling to just, log off the server is there. to disappear. no pain. just, leave and not have people deal with my shit it seems

lovely thing for people to know, ya know. especially now :’))

that I’m gonna die a lonely fuck with nothing to offer besides, I don’t really know tbh.. art, talking?? what else even is there? my money I get? which is ‘soooo much’ my ass.. mm

people really think I’m just this, sexless being now I guess as well. especially with my sexuality and the way I act.. I’m not and it pisses me off.. maybe if y’all read my pieces, you’d know why I’m like this. ._.

that idk if my parents will be here any longer and that I’ll end up all by my fucking self?? my dad keeps bringing up his medical issues and hearing his words, makes me terrified for the future .for myself and my mom..

I can feel it though and I hate this feeling.. I know it’s true though in some way.

I don’t want to be put with anyone in either of my parents families.. or a home.

I don’t want toxicity anymore in my life.. I don’t even know if anyone will even deal with me thiugh and take care bc I’m such a big ass burden

im so lost on this

thay I’m tired of the fighting, yelling and all this abled shit??

that my baggy asss eyes are tired of seeing my body at times? I don’t want to look at myself anymore some days when I pass by the stupid mirror. when I try.. a wave overcomes me. I don’t cry. I just glare and judge intensely for a second and then go on. I think of others comments, the positive ones that is, to work on mental sticky notes. reminding me but sometimes they fall. I pick em up when I can

must I go on ???????

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I hope that I don’t come across as rude when I tell people that it’s alright if they don’t help me.. I’m such a fucking burden at times and some have more, important matters to attend to.. why help me? ._.

like,, I know people want to help.. but how?? If you do,I know I’m gonna snap at you like with my parents at times. back out or just, not accept it..

it’s not bc of how it’s being done either but how I just shouldn’t even be receiving it in the first place.

I love help.. don’t get me wrong but I’ve gotten so much. I feel any more and I’ll get yelled at. which, I don’t want. other need it more, the help. don’t want people wasting their energy on someone with barely any and has to fake it at times :’))

I can’t even hold a proper conversation it seems bc I’m so, boring.. especially with this fucking cursed ass pain I get occasionally. ruins my mood and makes me an even bigger ass..

I wish I could hold one and not be so nervous. some I can but it’s a facade at times. I know no one is really thinking that yet my brains blares it.

I’m,suffering. I hate using that word but I feel like that.

not gonna let others down bc of it. some slips through but ‘yikes, sis’ as the kids say.

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I hate how everything that’s so wholesome and genuine I see, I can barely even do. I especially hate how I imagine it with someone who deserves better. like, much fucking better.. ._.

I hate how heavy my heart feels when I’m in this, mood. every day.

I feel so lost at times

wish I could tell them how I feel.

how everyday my heart aches almost every moment we converse.

the pain reminding me how real this feeling is and how much I don’t want it to go away..

if only I can be so brave as before and others who have spoken such words. instead I’ll just ruin things as always which I tend to do at times it seems ._.

of course the ables get their attention, affection and whatnot from them..

how I envy them so much. especially when your told it happens as well.. like, thanks a lot for telling me events I’ll never be able to experience

I’ll never be good enough for that and if I am.. doesn’t feel like it at times. no matter what ido. don’t blame them thiugh..

I hope that whenever I post something regarding my personal feelings and all.. that is, regarding who I love and whatnot; that no one associates them with ‘s’. ._. I don’t have to say their name either. real or not, disgusting as it is but hopefully you understand.

all the art and whatnot, ughhhhhh.. it’s not them.. it’s someone else entirely and I’m just a coward as always .watching from the sidelines as time eats my heart away

hopefully no one thinks that.. feel like some do. annoys the shit out of me. not gonna ask but I hope it stops when it can...

like I said, it’s about someone else entirely

who is much nicer and just, way better than anyone.. even ‘them’ as I preached before but they weren’t. never was. that was a lie to hide what was going on. this time, its not

how I wish I could hold them in my arms.. to just burry my face in their chest and hear their warm heart beat confirming that they are real. here. on the same planet as me. same time, place..but I can’t

how I wish I could move my hands up to praise them and gently bestow a kiss upon their delicate cheeks, forehead.. body.. but I can’t

how I wish to hold their hands gently.. the same hands that have helped me in the most low of times. creative, strong. I can’t..

can’t do anything of the sort, only imagine which makes my heart ache even more.. do you know how hard it is to imagine yourself disabled doing activities? N O, you don’t. when I do,it makes me cry bc it’s abled still. something I thought I was gonna be again.. I fuckingf hate it

how petrified I am to even speak these thoughts out loud to you.. I could before but that was a, different time. how I miss it but don’t bc a part of that,wasn’t me.

bit difficult to explain

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that’s literally all I have for now.. the rest is the same. minor changes here.. s u r e. working on it thiugh ,,best I can

#therapy journal #._. not in the mood for anymore tags rn

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stargazing-enby · 5 years

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Drarry prompt: "Well, that's a creative way to say hello..."

Thanks love!

This is a continuation of my one-shot An Enlightening Session.

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It all happened in a flash. One second Harry was shouting Draco’s name across Diagon Alley, earning all kinds of looks from the people who were enjoying the sunny day in the streets, and the next he was tripping and crashing against Draco with a gasp.

He wanted to check what the heck he’d tripped over, but was distracted by a cold, slimy feeling spreading all over his chest. “Ew, what…?” He tried to put some space between Draco and him, but his legs were not cooperating. Luckily, Draco grasped his forearms and steadied them both.

“My ice cream, that’s what,” Draco deadpanned, looking far too composed for a man whose robes were all covered in blue goo. “That was a creative way to say hello, I’ll give you that. Do try not to ruin my dessert next time, though. It was my favourite flavour.”

Harry took a step back, pulling his soaked shirt away from his chest.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “The Ministry should really start fining people for littering…”

Draco arched an eyebrow at Harry’s lame excuse, then reached for his wand and cleaned both their clothes with a swish, saying, “So what did you want? I hope it was worth the ice cream.”

“Uh… well, not really,” Harry mumbled. “Just — you know, to catch up.”

“Harry Potter catching up? Please. You wouldn’t do that if we hadn’t seen each other in months, and we had coffee together just last Saturday.”

Harry clenched his fists to keep his hands from playing with the hems of his shirt. “Yeah, coffee,” he quickly corrected himself. “That’s what I meant. We should have coffee.”

“Right now?” Draco chuckled.

“If you’re free.”

Draco shook his head. “Whatever it is just spit it, Potter. Preferably while walking — I’d like to buy a few books before Flourish and Blotts closes today. And yes, silly, we can have coffee afterwards.”

“Okay. Cool.” Everything is cool. Just tell him already. As they started walking, Harry braced himself. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists and said, "Do you… do you know that feeling of not wanting to get into the shower? But when you finally do, you’d do anything to stay there forever? Like, you just feel so warm and calm that even though you’re wasting water and it’s probably a bad idea to stay five more minutes you just do it, because how the hell are you supposed to make sensible decisions when you’re feeling so fucking good?”

“Potter,” Draco said, a small, curious smirk playing at the corners of his lips, “What are you trying to tell me, you babbling nincompoop?”

“That… um.” Fuck. All the courage, all the ache and desperation that had been consuming him since his conversation with Jane, were rapidly abandoning him, and he swallowed. “That you’re — you’re sort of like… like a warm shower. Like finally taking that warm shower when I was too tired to move from my bed. I guess. If that makes sense.”

It doesn’t. Harry, you idiot, what are you even sa—

“Of course it does.” Draco raised his chin with a grin. “But you didn’t need that many words just to tell me I’m hot. I already knew that.”

Harry spluttered, his skin suddenly burning. “That was not—”

“Relax, you idiot,” Draco said lightly, “I know.”

Harry huffed. “Arsehole.”

They walked in silence for a few seconds, then Draco asked, “So, I’m like a warm shower, right? Does that mean I’m a guilty pleasure or that I’m an annoying necessity then?”

“Ugh, can’t we just forget I said all that?”

Draco huffed. “You wish.”

“Oi, stop throwing my own words at me!” Harry pinched him, and Draco giggled and elbowed him in the ribs.

“It’s not my fault you were such a drama queen as a kid!”

“Oh, I was the drama queen?”

“Absolutely,” Draco said solemnly. “Though I must admit, it was quite charming at times.”

“Shut up, you twat.” Harry suddenly felt like his heart was on fire. They’d stopped walking, and he realised they were at Flourish and Blott’s — except right behind the shop, in a narrow alley that was deserted except for a tabby cat that was eyeing them suspiciously.

“Okay,” Draco said, his voice soft but confident. “I’ll shut up if you really want me to.”

Harry’s breath caught when warm fingers brushed his. The touch was tender, but it felt piercing, and like a hot wave of something crashing against him.

“Draco.” The name fell from his lips, breathless, panicky. “You don’t want to do that,” he urged, pulling away from the caress. “The reason I wanted to talk to you today—”

“I know.”

That cut Harry’s verbal incontinence short.

“You — know.”

“Duh.” Even though Harry couldn’t move — couldn’t face Draco as his mind reeled trying to gather the meaning of those words — Draco reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers with a strong grasp. “You’ve never been particularly good at hiding your feelings toward me, whatever their nature,” Draco said, so casually Harry almost wanted to laugh. “Pining suits you, by the way. You’re really cute when you’re flustered.”

Harry stared at nothing, his eyes fixated on the shape of a rock on the wall beside them. His hand felt sweaty, but he didn’t have it in him to pull away. “Why… why didn’t you—”

“Don’t be an idiot. How long has it been since you and Ginny broke up?”

“Uh… about two months now?”

“Exactly,” Draco said. “I didn’t want you… I didn’t want us to rush into anything, Harry. I didn’t want to be that person to you.”

“Then — then why are you holding my hand?”

Draco finally faced him, looking oddly relaxed. And smug, the little shit. “Because you wouldn’t come mumbling and stuttering about it if you weren’t ready to take a step.”

“Oh.” Harry felt a grin pull at his lips. “So... You like me.”

Draco let out a breathless laugh. “I do. Don’t ask me why. I happen to have a very embarrassing weakness for charming idiots.”

Harry bit his lip. Hesitantly, he took a step forward. Draco seemed completely unfazed by the invasion of his personal space, and in fact smiled a little bit wider when Harry gently rested his hands around his arms.

Could he kiss Draco? Could that actually happen? After everything he’d gone through, after almost convincing himself Draco would always remain out of reach, could he really…?

His body leaned forward on his own accord. His heart jumped, his eyes fell closed, and then—

And then there was a hand on his chest, holding him back.

He opened his eyes to a slightly flustered, yet still way too smug Draco.

“I don’t kiss before first dates,” he declared.

“What? What did you bring me to a deserted alley for, then?” Draco smirked, and Harry pushed him playfully on the chest. “You bloody tease!”

“Books, Potter. Then coffee. Then we can go somewhere nice and comfy that doesn’t smell like cat pee and you can show me exactly how much you love me.”

Before Harry could protest, Draco took his hand and walked them back to the busy street.

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