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hanasnx · 11 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

HOBIE BROWN knows how humiliatingly attracted you are to him. Anything he does with his certain spunk or spirit, makes you rethink your decision to stay away from each other.

He’s respected your need for space, but you have a sneaking suspicion he wants to rub your nose in what you’re missing out on.

Even amongst others, he’s shameless, eating a veggie burger of all things across from you. His elbows are propped onto the table, hunched over his meal as he devours it. It’s absolutely primitive. Sauce and grease coating his mouth (glistening in a way that prompts a recollection of after he’s gone down on you) and running down his hands. While you speak you trail off, his attentive hums of confirmation filling your ears with his addicting, deep, rumbling voice. Reminiscent of how he used to softly moan against your neck while buried inside you. You shift in your seat, unconsciously searching for friction as he meets your gaze because you’ve fallen quiet. His long, ringed fingers drop the food onto his plate so carelessly, and when he plunges them into his mouth to lick them clean you barely keep it together. Watching him sloppily suck and lick remnants off his deft digits. How his plump lips wrap around them, and the sound he makes popping off of them.

Your eyelashes flutter when you swallow hard, realizing how quick your breathing has escalated to the point of manually slowing it down.

“Problem?” he asks in an innocent manner, but since you know him it comes off as a tease.

You shake your head, wringing your sweating hands in your lap. Your cursed brain surfaces memories of how those fingers of his have brought you to paradise. To the brink, only to pull you back. To orgasm, to tears.

“No, no problem at all.” Perhaps you should rethink your necessity for space. It’s not like you have to tell the society that you and Hobie are fucking on the side. As long as it stays secret, why wouldn’t you take advantage of your attraction?

“Good,” he tosses the word at you, as if he pretends not to know what he’s doing to you. “Wouldn’t want my favorite spider to be cross wit’ me.”

#spider!reader #across the spider verse spoilers #indy: drabbles #ch: hobie #hobie brown drabble #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #x f!reader #hobie brown x f!reader #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x you #no y/n #1k #2k #3k

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bitterkarella · 5 months

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Midnight Pals: Sunsweet Prunes

Ray Bradbury: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the lazy summer of youth Bradbury: long days down by the river, fishing in miller's pond, afternoons at the soda shop, ice cream sundaes with fabulous unicorn worlds built of whipped cream, nickels for a dime Bradbury: and becky miller's freckled-face kisses Bradbury: sweeter than sunsweet prunes

Bradbury: sunsweet prunes, i tell you Bradbury: the only prune that's sweeter than a nostalgic midwestern childhood Bradbury: and they come in these little individually wrapped plastic packs too King: Poe: Barker: Koontz: Lovecraft: Bradbury: I just think they're neat

Bradbury: according to my stories, in the far distant future of 2001 Bradbury: we shall travel in tubes Bradbury: we'll have flying cars Bradbury: and we'll all be eating our sunsweet prunes out of individually wrapped plastic packs Poe: wait you never said that in your stories Bradbury: i wish i had Bradbury: i would have been 1 for 3 at least

Bradbury: look, they individually wrap these sunsweet prunes in plastic Bradbury: what a world! Bradbury: its like living in the not too distant future Poe: doesn't that create a lot of waste Bradbury:

Bradbury: tearing open this individually wrapped snack pack reminds me of tearing open presents on christmas morning, snow on the ground, ma and pa taking the day off from working the farm, the whole family arriving in a caravan of automobiles, aunts and uncles and cousins by the dozen, oh my! oh my! uncles a little too loud after three egg nogs, cousins playing cops & robbers in the hay loft

Bradbury: and the feasting, the jollity! too many voices all at once, raised in laughter, in song. the twinkle in dad's eye, the red roses in mom's cheeks, grandpa's baritone chuckle. falling asleep to the sounds of bing crosby on the tombstone radio, surrounded by the warm glow of early evening King: wow these prunes sound pretty incredible King: i'm sold! Koontz: [tearing open sunsweet prune container] guys Koontz: i think my prunes are broken Koontz: i didn't feel any of that stuff ray said

Poe: ray are they paying you to advertise for prunes Bradbury: no no of course not! Bradbury: i would never accept money to tell you about the incredible health benefits of america's favorite prunes, sunsweet Bradbury: full of 12 different antioxidents King: can i buy them with my american express card

Neil Gaiman: but ray! Gaiman: using the limitless vista of your inpirational mind to advertise a mere consumer good Gaiman: such a tawdry use of the gift of imagination! Gaiman: it cheapens us as writers just as the low low prices of chipotle cheapens organic rice and GMO-free beans to bring wholesome healthy Mexican inspired fusion cuisine to the masses

Gaiman: you can't leash the phoenix of creativity to the millstone of commerce! Gaiman: she must fly free! Gaiman: free like the secret dragon sauce available now at now extra charge at your local chipotle King: neil's right! Poe: about chipotle? King: about everything!!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #ray bradbury #neil gaiman

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intimidating-fettuccine · 11 months

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More random HCs for the creeps

Because I’m having a rough morning but I still wanted to write something

Toby can't pronounce Worcestershire sauce. No matter how hard he tries to pronounce it correctly, he never manages to do so, and everyone has just learned to interpret whatever word babble leaves his mouth that sounds similar as Worcestershire. He tries his best, but it's too adorable when he tries to say it so nobody can bring themselves to tease him or correct him about it.

Jeff has a growing plant addiction. As he over time starts to recover his relationship with Liu, he ends up picking up some of Liu's hobbies and traits, and one of those is plants. Liu's bedroom is basically a full garden, with a whole bunch of different kinds of plants and shelves filled with them, and Jeff has started picking up this habit. He only has a few plants right now, most of them easy to care for varieties because he doesn't want to end up killing one, but having the greenery around his room just makes him feel so at peace and so much happier than he was without it. Liu even gives him advice every now and then, and as much as Jeff won't admit it, it makes him really happy.

After seeing so many similar Tiktoks, BEN has started just putting random rocks in drawers. It doesn't matter if it's a desk drawer or a drawer in the kitchen, someone's bedroom, drawers in the art room, or any other hobby room, so long as it's a drawer, BEN has started hiding rocks in them. Some people have started to notice it happening, but nobody is able to figure out who's doing it, and BEN isn't going to stop until they figure out by themselves that he's the one doing it.

EJ can get some pretty bad pollen allergies, as as it's started getting warmer, Jack has been sneezing up a storm. The unfortunate thing for Jack is that despite his demonic form, his sneezes are very cute, as it always takes him by surprise, and he always scrunches up his face and shakes his head when he sneezes, and he always lets out a disgruntled, tiny little growl afterward, and every single person in the mansion always coos over him because of it when he sneezes, much to his chagrin.

To help him with his anxiety, LJ ended up making Jason a very large knitted plush of a bumblebee, something he could squeeze and hold onto in private when he needed it. What neither of them expected was how attached to it Jason would get, and now he carries this very large bee around with him everywhere. He named it Sir Stinger, and if anyone makes a negative comment about it he absolutely verbally destroys them because nobody is allowed to talk badly about Sir Stinger. The only time he doesn't carry it around with him is if he's working out of the mansion or out doing high society noble things.

Slender, when he has to go away on very long trips, misses the residents of the mansion much more than he openly admits. Because of this, he ended up collecting a picture of each resident over time, and he keeps a picture of each one tucked away in his wallet in one of those small wallet photo insert books. This was a small secret for a little while until one day he dropped his wallet, and upon picking it up, Jeff discovered the photos. Slender tried to deny it, but now everybody knows about it and lightly teases him for it, however, none of them were upset by it, and everyone ended up getting him updated photos of themselves and also ended up getting him a few new group photos. It makes him incredibly happy to be able to just pull out his wallet when he can't have a phone on him (because he's old-fashioned and probably doesn't carry one everywhere), and to just be able to see their smiling faces. It makes him feel like a proud dad.

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seat-safety-switch · 6 months

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Being famous is always held up as an achievement that's not all it's cracked up to be. Think about that real hard. If that were true, then why do people try so hard to become famous? The only possible explanation is that the existing famous people are trying to cut down on the competition, discouraging you from becoming rich and powerful like them.

In the modern era, there are more ways than ever to become famous. Thanks to fancy new technologies, you can film yourself ranting about your current obsession from the front seat of your 2006 F-150 and receive instant gratification. Or not, as the case may be, but you got a lot of irons in the fire. Maybe this other marginalized group is the secret sauce to make real grievance numbers? Worth a shot. Keep on that grind.

Your one-in-a-million chance will arrive. Maybe, despite all your best efforts, you're not going to become famous for what you're really passionate about. Statistically, scientists say, your brush with the collective social consciousness of the entire human race will come from throwing up live on camera during a taping of Good Morning America where you forgot that you are actually allergic to lobster tails. Congrats, buddy, we always knew you had it in you to hit the big-time.

Thing is, once you've gotten there, what's next? Everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame (because we're in the future,) but people are selfish. Greedy. They want sixteen minutes of fame, goddammit, and they're willing to do nearly anything in order to get it. As far as I can tell, there's only two paths out of this state, maybe three if you're willing to go wandering in the mountains and never return, but let's stick to the basics here.

The first "exit" you have from your waning fame is to become insufferable and ruin the lives of everyone around you. Burn the world down with you in it. Make them rue the day they ever gave you power, even if that "power" was largely illusory and consisted entirely of social leverage because people liked laughing at a 35-second YouTube video of you embarrassing yourself in public.

Didn't like that one? Neither do I. So we're onto option two: the comic convention circuit. You'll travel across the world, signing autographs for people who dimly remember your guest spot on an episode of Hoarders X. It doesn't pay well, but it does something more important. Like a fibreglass splinter in a finger, society will continue to throb painfully around you, but unable to dispose of you, with the eventual reward being that your demise will be met with "they were still alive?" on the lips of everyone who was once vaguely aware of your existence. And that's how you win at being human.

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kaladinkholins · 4 months

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mizutaigen is literally like. the first "toxic" m/f ship i've ever cared for. cuz like usually my taste in m/f ships is basically "unhinged baddie" x "badass wifeguy" *

* (see:yen/geralt. trevor/sypha. adolin/shallan. kataang but katara is sane and they're literally so wholesome like theyre traumatised kids in love who are each other's emblem of hope in a war-torn world! so basically they don't count. anyway. i'm rambling.)

and to that end my friend called mizutaigen yaoi-adjacent and im like. yeah you're right actually cuz like hell yeah non-binary mizu and bisexual taigen rights and all the gender fuckery in the show in general

but also like.

theres just SOMETHING else about mizutaigen that just GETS me. like there's a special secret sauce like the pheromones in that one sephora lotion attracting spiders and i am the silly spider!!! there's just something about it!!! it's not even the enemies to lovers trope cuz i personally am not even usually into that (obv it's fine if you are. but yk.)

so as i keep rotating these thoughts around i thiiink it's the fact that, yknow, theyre so similar. like i honestly truly think they could be besties in another universe: a kinder universe where taigen was not taught to hate. a universe where mizu was not born a girl in a deeply misogynistic society or half-white in a xenophobic homogeneous society.

yeah now that i think about it that really just might be THE secret sauce!!! like the fact that they COULD be perfect and happy together, if only things were different, if only they werent themselves.

smth v bittersweet about that's just driving me insane and makes me want to root for them to overcome all those obstacles, to say "fuck all that" (re:the world and all its fucked up shit) and find each other in the end. to eventually become each other's fav person and confidant. who obv still bicker and tease and insult each other all the time but they dont really mean any of it and over time it just becomes a running gag between them and no one else has to get it because it's just between the two of them.

#mizu x taigen #taigen x mizu #taimizu #[clenches fist] it's about the POTENTIAL of it all!!!!!#like taigen's last words in s1 being 'we're not done yet' like ?!? has me WANTING to see more. wanting to see them grow with each other #like i want taigen by the end to be ridiculously head over heels WHIPPED and SMITTEN willing to die and kill and just be BETTER. for mizu.#mizu. the person who changed his entire life. his entire worldview. pulled the rug from under him and made him a man forever changed.#to overcome his selfishness so he can be mizu's HOME in a world that doesn't allow her one #i want him to end up deciding like. 'on purpose. im going to love you on purpose.'#and mizu no matter how much she tries to convince herself that she cannot love or be loved. ends up accepting it anyway #love as work and violence but also love as rest and safety #and also bcs taigen represents the ideals of society. him willing to change & grow also represents society's potential to change & progress #LMAO okay sorry i absolutely cannot stop rambling about these bitches the brainworms are insane #bcs i just noticed that other mizutaigen enjoyers tend to also be in the same fandom circles for ships that i just. do not like. at all #and wondered like huh. i wonder why that is. and wondering what makes mizutaigen different #idk just ignore me i dont even know if im making sense my brain is goop from working on my research proposal #shut up haydar #fandom.rtf

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recurring-polynya · 1 month

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I was cleaning out my WIPs folder a few months ago, and I found the original draft of my Kira-and-Rose-Review-a-Restaurant story. It was nearly complete, and it's not anything earth-shattering, but it's also mildly entertaining, so I thought I would finish it up and send it out into the world. Then, of course, I procrastinated on that for months, but, hey! It's Kira's birthday! Happy birthday, Kira!

(read on ao3)

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“Captain,” said Izuru, clutching his folders like a lifeline, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

“My companion will have the tekkadon, but he would like the orange sauce on the side,” Captain Outoribashi informed the waiter. He squinted at his lieutenant. “Is that alright? Do you like tekkadon?”

“Er, yes, it’s fine,” Izuru excused. “Sir, when you said we could go over these budget requests over dinner, I thought we would go to a ramen stand or something. This is far too--”

Rose waved a hand. “It’s covered, don’t worry about it.”

Izuru chewed the inside of his cheek while his new captain continued to order a rather frightening amount of food. The waiter seemed to be taking all this in stride.

Captain Outoribashi couldn’t be more different than Captain Gin, he kept reminding himself. Rose was elegant and mannered, and was trying very, very hard to make everyone in Squad Three feel comfortable and welcome. He also had absolutely gorgeous waves of shining hair, velvety purple eyes that you could just fall into, and amazing taste in absolutely everything. Izuru would never have assumed in a million years that his captain would have any sort of… interest in someone like him, and yet, here they were. In a fancy restaurant. After work hours.

“Sir,” he started again, when the server had left. “It’s not about the money-- well, also, I feel you may have been misinformed, it’s true that I come from a noble family, but, uh… not a very well-funded one. It’s, just, er… I feel that a captain and a vice-captain should have a very professional relationship, you see, and this place is rather upscale, and I feel like you’ve gotten the wrong idea--”

Rose blinked at him. “You’re friends with Lieutenant Hisagi, no?”

Izuru’s cheeks colored. “Well, yes, sir, we’ve known each other since our school days.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

Izuru felt all the blood in his body fall down into his feet. “Tell me… what?”

“Well,” said Captain Outoribashi, with a sneaky smile on his face. “One of the first things I realized upon my return to Soul Society was that old curmudgeon Kyouraku Kenji had retired and that the restaurant review column had been vacant for nearly three years!”

“Wait, what?” Kira sputtered.

“According to your friend,” Rose rambled on, “His former captain felt that the column was elitist or somesuch and didn’t want to continue it, but what could be more egalitarian than communicating the rapture of fine dining to the masses? I thought I was going to need to lean on my good friend Kensei for a little old-fashioned favoritism, but Lieutenant Hisagi was perfectly willing to hand me the post, can you believe it? I assumed he might have mentioned it to you, you’re also a Bulletin contributor, are you not?”

“You’re here to review this restaurant?” Kira managed to get out.

Rose put an elegant finger to his lips. “Shh! We’re supposed to be secretive about it, but I refuse to use a nom de plume, so I am sure we’ll be quite infamous before long.”

“'We'?” Izuru echoed.

“Well, I need to try as many dishes as possible,” Rose mused. “I have to bring companions. You had a noble upbringing, so I’m sure your palate is quite sophisticated. And you’re a writer! I hope you don’t mind, but I was already planning on blatantly stealing any particularly clever turns of phrase that pass your lips.”

Kira felt frozen absolutely solid. Why did his captains always have to be so interested in him? Why couldn’t he get an icy asshole like Kuchiki who would forget he even existed whenever he was out of eyesight, or a battleax like the Kenpachi, who would just break his arms first thing in the morning? Who was he kidding? He knew very well he wouldn’t last ten minutes in Squad Eleven before someone ran his underwear up a flagpole.

Rose’s face fell. “If you’re not interested, just say so. I’m sorry for presuming. Do you happen to know anyone who likes fine dining? Kensei has excellent taste in cuisine, but he dislikes ambience, and you can’t take Hirako anywhere. Beyond that, I’m afraid I’ve fallen out of touch with many of my old acquaintances.”

No! Kira scolded himself. He has offered you a reasonable boundary and you can just say no. Say no, Izuru. Say it. Just because he’s lonely doesn’t mean it’s your job to be his friend. You’re his lieutenant and that’s all you have to be.

“An assortment of shiokara,” the waiter returned, setting a tray on the table holding a number of sampler bowls. “And your sake.”

“Do you like shiokara?” Rose asked, gesturing at the pots of fermented fish before picking up the sake. “Also, do you drink?” he asked belatedly. “I love it, but only with shots.”

“Ah, same,” Kira finally managed. “I tend to think of it as bar food, though, I’m a little bit skeptical of the artisan nonsense from the menu.” It was out of his mouth before he even thought about it-- you’re not at the izakaya with Hisagi and Abarai!! he reminded himself.

“Oh, Kira, you cannot say something like that and then refuse to give me your opinion on the finished product!” Rose sighed. “Please, just help me with this first review! I’ll…” he frowned. “I don’t know what you like. I’ll let you pick the music we listen to in the office for a whole week.”

Kira had already experienced the horror of Rose’s automatic music player that he had brought back from the World of the Living. “Er, that’s okay,” he replied. “I don’t really know any of the music you have. It’s probably better if you pick.” He grabbed a bite of firefly squid with his chopsticks. “I’m here, might as well.”

Rose’s face glowed.

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“ ‘...I found the dish quite pleasant, although more adventurous diners may find the flavors too subtle. My delightful dining companion, a man of culture and manners, proclaimed that ‘you could throw a rock toward Rukongai and hit a bar with better shiokara than this.’”

“Savage,” Rangiku declared.

Momo slammed her Bulletin down on the table. “How did you convince him to let you go along? I wish my captain took me to fancy restaurants!”

“Who says it was me?” Izuru frowned, sipping his sake. “I don’t think it ever said the guy’s name. It could have been anyone.”

“Later on, he says that you described the rosewater agar agar as ‘smelling like your great- aunt’s house,’" Renji pointed out dryly, "which is the same thing you said about that facial cream Yumichika tried to get you to use."

"Why do you pay attention to things like that?" Izuru griped.

"Because he took it very personally and complained to me for a month about it!"

"Anyway," Shuuhei broke in, "Captain Outoribashi told me it was you. He wanted to make sure you got your co-author stipend." He jerked his chin. "He said he wasn't sure if you were going to keep doing it with him."

Izuru shrugged. "It was sort of by accident that I ended up going anyway."

"Well, if you don't want to, tell him that I like going to fancy restaurants," Rangiku offered.

"I think it's a nice opportunity to get to know your new captain!" Momo announced. "But if you really don't want to, I also like going to fancy restaurants."

"I also think you should do it," Renji said. "I don't care about fancy restaurants, but that was the funniest restaurant review I've ever read. Captain Kuchiki thought it was hilarious, too, by the way."

"He what," said Izuru.

"He chuckled softly and shook his head," Renji translated.

Izuru had to take a minute to process that one.

"Also, that sweet, sweet co-author stipend," Shuuhei pointed out.

Izuru glared at him.

"Look, it's too soon to have more than anecdotal feedback, but my editorial instincts tell me this column is going to be a big hit. You and Captain Outoribashi have rapport, Izuru! Chemistry!"

Izuru frowned, deeply. "He's my boss, Hisagi, and he's only been that for three weeks. All I want with him is an appropriate work relationship with healthy and firmly respected boundaries."

"How about a 10,000 kan per month dining budget?" Shuuhei replied, and took a shot of sake. "Alcohol permitted."

"Oh," said Izuru. "Well. Maybe that, too."

If you enjoyed this, maybe you'd like to read their review of the Seireitei Waffle Hut?

#my writing #happy birthday kira!#oh gosh i've started a new Squad Six is Jerks i guess i have to manage to write more short fiction this year 💀

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konggodzuko · 1 year

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For the first time in a while, I wrote and published a new fic! In this one, taking place a few years post-war, Katara discovers one of teenaged Zuko's secrets and teases him for it

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The pirate’s blade halted not a hands-breadth from Trang’s face with a sharp noise. There was a grunt from over her shoulder and her attacker was shoved away. He didn’t even need to speak for Trang to know who it was.

Captain Wong stepped in front of her, a smirk evident in his voice, “I’ll save you from the pirates.”

“Wait, what?” Katara yelled, lurching forwards in her seat to put her face closer to the book. The smell of river water suddenly arose from her memory, as she remembered a pair of callused hands catching her wrists and a raspy voice saying the same words that Captain Wong just had. It had to be a coincidence, right? But then… something itched at her brain, and she began flipping back through the story.

Katara, age twenty, had been serving as the Southern Water Tribe’s ambassador to the Fire Nation for the past two years. It was the sort of work she found fulfilling. Officially she negotiated on behalf of her people and provided aid to the few Tribespeople living in the Fire Nation. Unofficially, she was also one of Zuko’s closest advisors and participated in meetings with his cabinet.

In this capacity, she spearheaded multiple programs under Zuko’s “New Nation” policy that endeavored to entirely remake Fire Nation society into something far more equitable, and far less likely to be suckered into imperialistic fervor. (Her personal favorite, though perhaps not the most impactful, was the Public Art Project, which replaced public statues and murals of Ozai, Azulon, and Sozin with art depicting far kinder historical figures as well as important spirits).

As much as she found her work satisfying, she had to take a break sometimes, and she’d taken up reading as a hobby, usually raiding Zuko’s private library (he always acted exasperated at her stealing his books, but never really did anything to prevent it). This particular book, The Pirate, had captivated her for the last few days. It was the story of a young noblewoman getting shipwrecked, only to be rescued by a charming-yet-dangerous pirate captain. They initially bounced off each other, her finding him villainous, he finding her stuck up, but now two-thirds of the way through they were giving into their feelings for each other.

But all thought of plot had shot out of her head upon reading “I’ll save you from the pirates.” She suddenly didn’t care at all whether or not the leads would end up together, she just needed to find an earlier page—

“No way!” She gasped, finally locating the part.

Captain Wong sighed, and gently touched her chin, “Try to understand. I need to find the island to restore something I've lost. Perhaps in exchange I can restore something you've lost,” and with a flick of his wrist he was suddenly holding her hair comb.

Gaping surprise gave way to a wild and wicked smile. Oh. Oh. This was too good.

With the practiced ease of a seasoned multitasker, Zuko dipped his dumpling in soy sauce and took a bite all while studying a proposal for a bridge between Cherry Blossom Island and Black Sand Island (why Black Sand was named that he didn’t know, most sand in the Fire Nation was black). It made a lot of sense, they were really close together, the towns on them traded and traveled all the time. A bridge, one not even a half mile long at that could be —

His office door suddenly slammed open and Zuko dropped half a soy-sauce-covered-dumpling all over his paper, “Shoot! Who- K-Katara?” She was standing in his doorway, looking frazzled yet excited, breathing a bit heavy.

He dropped the paper and stood up to rush to her, “Are you okay, why—?”

She suddenly flipped open a book she’d had tucked under her arm, and Zuko’s heart nearly stopped as he recognized what book she was holding.

Oh no. Oh, no.

“‘Captain Wong sighed, and gently touched her chin,“Try to understand. I need to find the island to restore something I've lost. Perhaps in exchange I can restore something you've lost,”’” she then flipped forwards a few dozen pages, “‘Captain Wong stepped in front of her, a smirk evident in his voice, ‘I’ll save you from the pirates.’”” Her blue eyes, normally enchanting to Zuko, but now filled with mischief, met his, “Something you want to tell me, ‘Captain?’”

“Augh,” was all that Zuko could say, putting his hands over his face.

“Aww, Zuko,” Katara’s voice was teasing, and getting close, “You’re a nerd!”

“Augh!”

“I thought I was a big fan of this book, but I wouldn’t have quoted it at someone in the middle of a fight.”

“I was a teenager! I thought I was being cool!” He groaned through his hands, “I thought you were…” his voice dropped off, and the last few words were muffled by his palms.

“I was…?” “Ugh. I thought you were my…” he let out a long, tortured sigh, “my, uh, fated rival. I saw a bender of the opposite element standing in my way and I’d spent the last few years reading books and plays in between the nothing of my search for ‘The Avatar’ so I was convinced you existed to oppose me, and I didn’t want to look silly so I…” he dragged a hand over his face, “I would practice lines from those stories to try and… look cool.”

“O-oh,” Katara’s eyes widened and she suddenly looked away, tugging on one of her braids, “I mean… it kinda worked.”

He blinked. Then blinked again. “What?”

“Well I kinda hated you but, you were kind of um, suave and I…” she trailed off and they stared at each other for a few long seconds, then she spun around and shuffled out, “Oh, um, I have to go uhhhh find something!”

“Yeah um, I have to… tax people, so uh bye!” “Yep, bye!” and she darted out the door.

Zuko lurched back to his chair and slumped into it. He was flushed, embarrassed, overwhelmed… but also smiling. His eyes trailed over to his bookshelf. Maybe… he could find some new lines.

#Zutara #avatar: the last airbender #zuko #katara #zuko is a nerd #ambassador katara #pre-relationship

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msturtlerabbitk · 6 months

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Michael Vey Incorrect Quotes hut I wrote the entire song from "Conversations with strangers"

Zeus: I like writing on walls. Frick you society

Ostin: Zeus, this is actually a door, not a wall - Regards society

Tara: Follow your dreams!

Taylor: I literally only have nightmares

Ian: Question everything! ...Why-?

Cassy: Yo, girl, on a scale of 1 to America. How free are you tonight?

Michael: Germany 1942

Ostin: Do you idealize the past? Or see it as broken?

Jack: Dude, I'm trying to take a sh*t

Zeus: The chamber of secrets has been opened!

Nichelle: Then close your legs

McKenna: The future is in your hands!

Hatch (holding a gun): death.

Quentin: If Harry Potter taught us anything, it's that nobody deserves to be in a closet... except Hatch- and Amash-

Tanner: when im alone, i like go fill the bathtub with tomato sauce and pretend im a meatball. dont judge me.

Torstyn: Dude, we're totally judging

(I had to skip some lyrics because they're NSFW 😬)

#michael vey

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tailschannel · 10 months

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Take a look at this Sonic the Hedgehog pop-up restaurant near the San Diego Comic-Con

It's called the "Sonic Speed Cafe", a Sonic the Hedgehog pop-up restaurant that will be opening near the grounds of the 2023 San Diego Comic-Con International.

The collaboration between SEGA of America and Secret Sauce Society's Andy Nguyen will serve several Sonic-themed foods, drinks, and even exclusive memorabilia.

What's on the menu?

Among the food served is Sonic's iconic Chili Dog and other tasty treats like the "Knuckles Sandwich," a crispy fried chicken sandwich, and "The Evil Genius" egg salad sandwich.

Several drinks are served as well, including Sonic's blueberry slushy, Knuckles' cherry slushy, Tails' mango orange slushy, and Shadow's mocha milkshake.

Times and location

The "Sonic Speed Cafe" is located at 910 J Street in San Diego, California, taking over what used to be a Chick'nCone establishment, according to the SDCC Unofficial Blog, an independent expo documentarian.

The soft launch will begin on 13 July through 18 July, with regular hours scheduled between 11 am to 9 pm Pacific Time.

Meanwhile, Comic-Con hours will kick off after the grand opening on 19 July through 23 July, between 11 am to midnight Pacific Time.

Regular hours will resume 24 July to the final operating date, 20 August 2023.

(Story contributed in part by Spectre from the Tails' Channel Newsfeed. Images distributed by the SDCC Unofficial Blog.)

#sonic the hedgehog #san diego comic con #sonic sdcc #sonic sdcc 2023 #sdcc2023 #sdcc 2023 #sonic speed cafe #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #doctor eggman #miles tails prower #secret sauce society #sega #gaming #gaming news #sonic news

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hamsterclaw · 1 year

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hi rei !!! i absolutely loved reading Charming !!! seokjin and OC's camaraderie was so cute and delightful, made me squeal and giggle and blush the enture time (>//<) however, i couldn't help but wonder....how did taehyung and OC meet? what ensued that one night ? 👀

Oh hey!! Love this prompt, here's what happened.

Pairing: Taehyung x F! reader

Word count: 1.8k

From the Charming AU.

The most beautiful man in the room at this wedding isn't the groom, or the best man, but the man quietly sitting at a table close to the back. You noticed him as soon as you walked in.

You pass by each gorgeously decorated table, pastel peonies arranged tastefully in threes and fives in mason jars, petal confetti strewn artfully, and realise your search for your allocated seat is bringing you closer to the beautiful man.

When you're close enough to see the calligraphy showing that you and the beautiful man are indeed at the same table, you glance nervously at him to see he's looking back at you.

He stands politely when it's apparent you're about to join him.

'Kim Taehyung,' he says. His voice is a loose low drawl that warms your ears like smoke.

You tell him your name, find the place card with your name on it, across the round table from him.

Taehyung smiles and lifts the place card next to his, exchanges it with yours and then beckons you over to sit next to him.

'I won't tell if you won't,' he confides.

'It's our secret,' you agree.

'I have another one,' Taehyung says, conspiratorial.

He lifts a tiny minibar bottle out of the inner pocket of his dinner jacket, unscrews it, and offers it to you.

You take a sip, and the liquor, warmed by the proximity to his body, sears a path down your throat. You swallow, eyes watering.

Taehyung takes his own sip.

‘I thought about paying someone from my office to come with me to this wedding,’ he says.

You’re quiet a moment, then, drawn by the simple honesty in his tone, make your own confession.

‘I almost didn’t come because I didn’t want to come alone,’ you say.

‘My last girlfriend got married a month ago,’ Taehyung says. He smiles at you.

‘You’re very handsome,’ you remark. You smile back. ‘Since we’re trading truths.’

He laughs softly. 'You're very pretty too. I like your dress.'

'Thank you.' You take another sip. ‘The menu looks good.’

Taehyung says, ‘Yeah.’

More people join your table, eventually, but in truth, you're too wrapped up in the man next to you to pay them much attention.

Taehyung swipes a bite of your starter, smirks at you.

'Trying to provoke me?' you ask.

His eyes drop to your lips. 'Yeah.'

He leans back in his seat. 'Also, the food isn’t as good as I thought it would be. Want to go grab dinner?’

It isn’t like you to blow off any of your responsibilities, but you’re a Nam, and your family’s always been unpredictable.

So you turn to Taehyung, your new friend, the man who’s looking at you like he can’t take his eyes off you, and you say, ‘Yeah. Let’s go.’

***

Kim Taehyung turns to you once you’re seated in the taxi he hailed off the street a block from the hotel.

You’d had to walk past the notorious chaebol Min twins on your way out, and Min Yoongi had raised a brow at you and Taehyung that you’d both ignored.

‘Where should we go?’ Taehyung asks. His profile is stunning in the half light, the reds and golds from the traffic light you’ve stopped at highlighting his straight nose, his firm jaw.

Outside, a light rain is pattering against the windows of the cab, but inside, you’re warm with anticipation.

Sneaking away from the society wedding of the season with the most beautiful man in the room is making you giddy.

The way he looks at you isn’t helping.

Taehyung smiles at you, as excited as you are.

‘Want to get chicken?’

The next thing you know, you’re elbow to elbow with him at a fried chicken joint, sharing an order and a beer.

Taehyung nudges you, sauce in the corner of his mouth.

‘What?’ he asks.

You lean over and lick it off him.

Taehyung turns, just as quick, and kisses you full on the lips.

He tastes like chicken and beer, and he kisses so well he makes you forget you’re sitting on wipe-clean plastic in a fluorescent lighted joint with last year’s pop music playing in the background.

Taehyung pulls away, and there’s a cockiness to his smirk that you both love and hate.

You hate cocky men, but he wears it so well you can’t find it in yourself to care.

‘I’m staying at the Landmark, down the road. Want to come over?’

***

Taehyung’s shoulders are so broad you can barely see around them.

He stays perfectly still, watching you in the mirrors of the elevator.

Of course he’s staying in the penthouse suite, the man’s whole attitude screams chaebol, and you would know.

In your heels you can brush your lips against his jaw, especially when he leans down.

He cups your elbow with his big hand, helping you reach.

He reaches into his pocket, and for a moment, you have the crazy idea that he’s going to pay you.

Instead, he hands you a keycard.

‘This activates the lift. You’re free to leave whenever,’ he tells you.

He smirks. ‘You’re also free to slap me anytime if you don’t like what I’m doing. I won’t mind.’

You reach out, cup his cheek. You can feel the roughness of his stubble even though there’s barely anything to see.

‘Here?’ you ask, hand still on his cheek.

He leans his face into your hand. His eyes are serious.

‘My name is Kim Taehyung, I’m part of the Kim family - my grandfather is Kim Seokwoo.’

He nods at the jolt of recognition in your eyes.

‘I’m not telling you this to get into your panties. I just want you to know you’re safe with me. I know your brother.’

You consider this.

‘Did you know who I was when I sat down next to you?’

‘Apart from the prettiest girl in the room?’ he asks, smiling charmingly at you. ‘I didn’t realise until you introduced yourself. Haven’t you been abroad?’

‘I got back last year,' you tell him.

The elevator doors open to a vast penthouse suite, a wall of floor to ceiling windows, the entire city lit up below.

Taehyung takes it in like it’s his due, like he was born to own the world.

He walks over to the window. He hasn't turned any lights on, but he doesn't need to, not when he's got an entire city to light the room.

He smiles at you. 'Beautiful, isn't it?'

'Yeah,' you agree. 'I missed it when I was away.'

Taehyung leans down, and your lips meet. His kiss is firm, blatant in his intentions. He holds your hip with one hand, the other resting in the small of your back.

'Do you think they've cut the wedding cake yet?' you wonder, between kisses.

Taehyung laughs. 'I honestly couldn't care less.'

He's walked you backwards, your back against the cool glass of the window, his hips pressing tight to yours, so close you can feel the weight of his hardness with every move of his hips.

You undress each other, slow, the scritching of your zip loud in the quiet of the room. You press kisses to his chest in between buttons, until he's shirtless in front of you.

He unbuckles his belt, lets it furl on the floor, and you help him with his trousers. Your hand brushes over the bulge in his boxer briefs, and he lets you feel, patient as you run your fingers over the rigid line of him. When you cup him, he hisses but doesn't move, letting out a shuddering breath.

He hooks a finger in between your breasts, and you have no idea how he knew your bra fastened in the front but he unclasps it easily. He helps you slip the straps down over your arms, hooks a finger over the band of your panties.

'Let me?' he asks.

He drops to his knees in front of you, tugs your panties down, helps you step out of them.

You'd be embarrassed about how wet you are if he wasn't so vocal in his appreciation of you. He pushes your thighs apart, kissing up your thigh, open mouthed, tongue flicking against your skin.

He flicks his eyes up at you just as his lips meet your cunt.

'Fu-- uh---' you gasp.

Taehyung licks up between your legs, thumbs spreading you apart so he can flick his tongue against your clit.

You bite your own fist to keep from screaming as the tip of his tongue works your clit.

'F'kin sweet,' Taehyung mumbles, muffled against your cunt.

He laps at your arousal, hands tight on your upper thighs. 'Let me hear you,' he says.

'Fuck,' you moan, and he laughs, the vibration of his voice against you making your knees threaten to buckle.

He keeps his steady assault on your clit, the pressure of his tongue making the pleasure build, until you're gasping his name with every lap of his tongue.

'Easy,' he murmurs. 'Easy, baby.'

He seems to know exactly what you need, and he's determined to drag you over the edge.

'Taehyung,' you wail, and he hums against your cunt.

'Good girl, fuck, good girl,' he murmurs, and then you're coming, eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure making your thighs shake.

'Fuck, get inside me,' you plead.

'Yeah,' Taehyung grunts. He turns you around, there's the rip of a condom wrapper, then he's entering you, hand on your back adjusting you to him.

He slides in, slow, laying kisses on your back to ease the stretch as he fills you.

'Ngh.'

'Yeah,' he says. You can see his reflection in the glass, head back, the muscles of his throat working as he starts to move.

'You're a good girl, aren't you? Taking me so well,' he praises you, hands tight on your hips.

You're transfixed by how stunning he looks as he fucks into you, eyes dark, lips set in a straight line.

His dick hits you perfectly every time, slotting inside you like he belongs there, filling you up.

'Watch your face, baby,' he warns, but his hand's already there, cupping the side of your face to protect you as he slams his hips against your ass, pushing you into the glass.

He grinds against your ass, breath shuddering in your ear as his cock jerks inside you.

He pulls out with a gasp, ties off the condom, tosses it and pulls you back into his arms like even that thirty seconds without you was too much.

He buries his face in your neck, arms tight around you.

'Shit,' you tease. 'That was some wedding, huh?'

He laughs. 'The best one I've been to lately.'

#taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #gemini au

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decolonize-the-left · 2 years

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Okay so I saw a post about transmisandry again and I'm lost in the sauce. I feel like Man Ray in that "it's not my wallet" Patrick meme.

So okay wait

No okay

Hold on

Sexism is prejudice based on sex. Misogyny is the name of the way women are treated within sexism as a way to regulate the looks and behavior, yes? And patriarchy is a government or system controlled by men while other sexes are excluded from that power.

So misogyny is inherent with a sexist patriarchy.

What I don't understand. Is how ALL mistreatment regarding sexism is misogyny.

We're constantly telling men that sexism & patriarchy affects them too. A sexist patriarchy creates a society in which they must be stronger, masculine, can't show emotion, be in control, etc and the need to reach these standards can easily (and often) turn into toxic masculinity, yes?

These are all standards that uniquely males are regulated by and experience.

So if the method used to regulate female behavior is called misogyny... Why would the method to regulate male behavior also be misogyny? It very inherently isn't, right?

Yeah you could argue "well it's all actually just because they hate females so they don't want to share our qualities so that's why it's misogyny" but like.... That kinda ignores Everything else doesn't it?

Being a male within a sexist patriarchy doesn't just mean "be the opposite of females/feminine" there are Many additional other components to it that are not shared or related to being female. If simply being Not feminine/female was the goal then andro, trans, and gnc men would be fine. But they aren't. Because the goal of sexism for men isn't to be "not feminine/female-esque" the goal is specifically to be a masculine male. And yeah, those men would be experiencing hate for being kinda feminine, but the wider reason for that would be because they don't conform to sexist ideals of the male or female sex. The same way trans and cis women experience hate for not meeting standards of male and female sex.

Am I making sense?

Like sexism means one sex is inherently better than another, yes? Which means they both must be regulated to meet standards of their sex in order to uphold the sexist beliefs that surround them. So why are ppl insisting that only one of those experiences should have a name and that the two different experiences are actually the same thing?

We established that's not true right?

Why are people being so weird about letting men name their experience and treatment as it relates to sexism? Is it cuz they think it implies fems must be the prejudiced ones? Is it because they don't understand how men, as people in power, would perpetuate harm against themselves (hello internalized sexism/misogyny that created pick me's and Not Like The Other Girls girls)

Like why are people broadening the definition of misogyny ( it's "prejudice against women" for the record) to mean "any sex based prejudice that can be related back to hating women"?

Like it doesn't make sense to me. Make it make sense to me.

Like if we use that logic then both transphobia and homophobia would be considered misogyny instead. And that's literally the logic radfems and TERFs use to avoid acknowledging trans oppression. They think transphobia is just redirected misogyny. And that trans men just internalized misogyny to such an extreme extent that they decided to be men instead, that if trans men just deconstructed their misogyny then they'd be happy cis women.

Like it'd be one thing if I only saw the term transmisandry or misandry being dragged within circles of bigots but it's happening in pretty much in Every feminist space which is just a Huge red flag to me unless there's some secret, non-radfem/non-TERF reason for it. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure it's just TERFs weaseling deeper into mainstream feminism again which obviously should be addressed and stopped before this line of thinking goes further or gets more popularized.

I've seen some people say "shut up, men aren't oppressed" but like both sexism and misogyny exclude the term oppression. you don't need to be oppressed to experience sex based prejudice sooooo. And it's not like men are saying they live under an oppressive matriarchy, they just wanna talk about how much gender roles suck within sexism and patriarchy the same way women do.

So like.... What's the deal. Why. What's the grave danger posed by allowing men the language to speak about their experiences and talk about how they're affected under a sexist patriarchy too?

#decolstw #transphobia #feminism #sexism #transmisandry

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altertrans · 10 days

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Literally a shitpost out of nowhere... but this shit's been on my mind for entire day, sooo...

Enjoy, I guess? (Or not)

CONVERSATIONS WITH STRANGERS (Ft. Altertale)

Undyne : I like writing on walls! Fuck you society, Undyne.

Papyrus : Undyne, this is actually a door, not a wall. Regards, Society

Frisk : Follow your dreams!

Gaster : I literally only have nightmares

Chara : Question everything

Monster kid : Why?

Alphys : Yo, girl, on a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?

(That's a great line, but underneath it somebody wrote)

Toriel : Germany 1942

Sans : Do you idealize the past? Or see it as broken? Why?

Undyne : Dude, I'm just trying to take a shit

Mettaton : The chamber of secrets has been opened

Red : Then close your legs

Asgore : The future is in your hand

Asriel : My dick is the future?

Frisk : If Harry Potter taught us anything, it's that nobody deserves to live in the closet

(That's such a sweet thought... but underneath it someone wrote)

Sans, Red, Toriel and Mettaton : Except R. Kelly

Asgore : Holy water

Toriel : Holy shit

Flowey : Is this as good as it's ever gonna get?

Alphys : Conversations with strangers that I have never met

And will never meet in the future

Frisk : My dick is the future?

Mettaton : Cocaine is like a super hot girlfriend with perfect tits

Undyne : That's mean to you all the time, and fucks other dudes

Asgore : Stop white hipsters

Toriel : Laugh out loud? Please explain how

Alphys : Undyne loves my Shaft, DVD with bonus features

Papyrus : When I'm alone, I like to fill the bathtub with tomato sauce

And pretend that I'm a meatball, don't judge me

(But underneath that, understandably, someone wrote)

Sans : Bro, we're totally judging

Frisk : The largest eggs in the world are laid by sharks

Flowey : The largest woman in the world is laid by your dad

Asriel : I fucked your mom!

Asgore and Toriel : Shut up, Dad, you're drunk

Papyrus : Open books, not legs, blow minds, not boys

Chara : Why can't I do both?

Alphys : "Big tits can't make up for a small ass

But a big ass can make up for small tits"

(And then someone put quotes around it and ascribed it to)

Undyne : Abraham Lincoln!

Frisk : Holy water

Chara : Holy shit

Toriel : Is this as good as it's ever gonna get?

Asgore : Conversations with strangers that I have never met

And will never know if I meet in the future

Flowey : My dick is the future?

Asriel : For a good time call your mother for Sunday brunch, delightful

For a good time call, your dad, he misses you

For a good time, call 867-5309

For a good time, call me, Asriel

Frisk : Good luck out there, human

Chara : Good luck out there human

youtube

#altertale #shitpost #conversations with strangers #altertale characters #undertale aus #utmv #Youtube

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jfouler · 8 months

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jamieverse vampire lore btw >:)

vampires all have some form of telekinesis/ability to control/manipulate Something. there's only one vampire that shows up in canon and then his half vampire kid, and they have a sort of technopathy ? and some light ferrokinesis/control over metal respectively . it could rly be anything. its something that sorta "awakens" like other vamp abilities. vampires all have some sort of manipulative power in some very specific area unique to them

the deities above will strike me down lest i ever create a sexy vampire. nuh uh! these fellas are nasty. when you get bitten by one it's like an excruciating insect sting. one of the worst pains in the world

it takes Three bites to be turned into a vampire in jamieworld. this has to include a bite on the neck, then just… wherever else but traditionally it's both wrists. so its actually quite an arduous task to turn into a vampire/turn someone into one

it is very common for vampires to refer to the people they've turned as their "children". weird? yes but it's simply the vocab.

a lot of vampires, unless they're particularly terrible, typically have some ability to erase/fog up memory, so whoever's bitten will forget the pain. cue waking up with mysterious puncture wounds on your wrist and also some weird trauma symptoms!

also, a lot of vampires don't actually hunt. blood functions kind of like drugs do for humans as in there's vampire blood dealers who do the hunting and they've got expensive brands and everything. 😭 quirked up vampires goated with the sauce(luxury brand mystery blood)

also bc vampires do indeed need this blood to live they've got a lot of corruption going on in the secret vampire society in the city. even immortal vampires are not immune to capitalism.

the most influential vampire in the fantasy united states pays his employees in bitcoin idk what you expect

#they are ridiculous #drugs cw #can you tell im tired of sexy vampires im really really tired of sexy vampires #full of thoughts today have some silly world building

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Can we get some more bugler fics about bugler Ingo and Emmet with reader?

sure lmao

cw: poly, fem reader

Ingo was a respectable man.

Well, a hybrid, he supposed.

He watched his lady carefully as she had tea with the noble. Ingo would view his tea making and serving in a respectable manner. Leaning over to just tip the steaming liquid into the porcelain cup. The noble was a visitor of Duke Grimsley's, but he had obtained the butler's distrust by how he acted to the women and servants of the manor. The caramel coloured liquid sat beautifully in the cup while Ingo backed away. He moved to stand at your side as he intently observed the room.

The noble drank his tea with proper etiquette. You did the same, having learnt this all years ago. Ingo was elated to serve you, his childhood friend, and refused to allow any other, excluding his brother, the opportunity for such a role. It was the common manner to take a human as a personal servant, but you could not bear to part for such long periods of time from him, for he was your lover. The secret was closely guarded, held to yours, his, and Emmet's chest without any chance for such information to leak.

Naturally, there were rumours about a possible affair with your butlers, but Grimsley, a husband in name only, seemed apathetic to them. He knew, as well, but he cared not for what you did. The Duke was in much the same situation as you, preferring an improper lifestyle contrary to his position in society. He often left, going out to gambling halls and brothels. It was rare he was actually in the manor. Ingo did not mind, the ring hidden under his white glove was more than enough for him. He would be the one to give his lady children, not the Duke, who lacked interest.

“My dear, may I say that you must have a patient heart,” the noble speaks to you, tea cup clinking against the saucer, “I could not bear such a monstrosity at my side constantly. How do you do it?” Ingo felt offended, but the emotion never reached his face.

Cool, calm, collected. That is what made Ingo a wonderful butler, alongside his aptitude for nurturing and understanding.

“… He is quite an excellent butler, if you can look past his inhuman features,” you explained with a polite, yet dry tone, “Dependable. Kind. Harsh. I rely on him for much. I would dare put forth he acts more like a husband than Grimsley does occasionally.” The noble laughed at the supposed joke, blissfully ignorant to the truth.

“Ah, I see. I just would get annoyed with the slime trail,” he explained, “Why, your butler must spend half the day cleaning up his own mess. How annoying that must be.” Ingo gazed at the hardwood floor of the sitting room that you all currently inhabited. No slime was presently on the floor as he had got better control, able to hide if under his uniform. “If only I had got to you before the Duke, I would have been a much more attentive husband,” the noble offered, “My dearest Lady, you would never have to rely on disgusting creatures such as hybrids for affection.”

Both you and Ingo felt a shared annoyance between yourselves. Ingo grasped the edge of the sofa you sat on while your tea was set onto the saucer. You did not need an attentive husband, as you already had two adoring ones.

The noble left by the late afternoon, leaving you alone with the servantry and yourself in the manor. You took dinner in your room, with your butlers bringing the meal and serving it to you, Emmet having tested it for poisons before you ate. The twins joined you at the table, both lax from the reassurance of the locked door. It was a moment where you three could be open to each other about your love and relationship.

“I should be thankful for Grimsley leaving us to our happiness,” you spoke, patting some sauce away from your face, “Someone like that noble would never accept my relationship to you two.”

“Ingo told me all about him,” Emmet huffed, the Shelmet he captured for himself ready to be eaten, “How verrrrry annoying. If he doesn't mind his business, I might have to intervene.”

“Emmet, I already told you to leave it alone,” Ingo scolded his brother, “It is best we act content with what we have. It's already risky enough with what you did in the servant's quarters.”

Your memory was brought back to that night where Emmet had invited you to his private room. Taking the route through secret hallways, you eventually found yourself comfortably in his bed. Ingo was not calm when he found you together the next morning, but you did not care any more. He was just as guilty as Emmet, despite how he acted. Honestly, you did not think a human could appease as well as they did.

“No fun, Ingo,” the younger twin whined, “All work, no play. Ingo would have never married if you weren't for you.” The older twin flustered and stared at his brother with a green-tinted face. Your meal had gone forgotten as you watched the brothers bicker with a warm heart.

Your situation was unconventional, but you were happy to be married to your childhood friends. They always sought to guard and serve you, keeping you content and smothered in their secret love. Often, however, you wished to be open about your love for them. Proudly married to your bugtlers with a family of noble hybrids started. It was impossible, you knew. Society was just unprepared for such a showing.

Ingo looked ready to wring his brother's neck when you gently grasped his hand and pecked a kiss to his cheek, settling him down. Emmet giggled at his brother's reaction, then demanded your attention for himself.

Yes, you were quite content with your life.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #ingo x reader x emmet #ingo/reader/emmet #pokehybrid au

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