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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 7

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

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Dinner Aftermath

Shantell's POV

The car ride was tense and quiet as the radio playing was the only sound being heard in the car. I knew my mama was about to bust and she didn't disappoint.

“Joshua, I love you son, but tonight I was bout to get wit yo mama,” my mom said as we were returning to my house. “I’m so sorry all this happened, she will come around," Jey said turning the radio down so they could talk.

I took a deep breath leaning my head against the window. "I know she ain't gon' keep talking to Shantell like she's crazy," she said popping her knuckles.

I felt him take my hand, gently interlocking our fingers, bringing my hand to his lips “I’m gon’ fix it, baby, I promise,” he whispered as I could feel the tears about to start coming. Damn, these hormones.

“I’ve decided to move back out here, I need to be here for you and the baby. You can’t do this by yourself especially when everyone Is on the road,” my mother stated reaching up rubbing my shoulders.

“Mama, you said you were going to be here with us the first six weeks, that’s enough. I can’t have you moving your life for me,” I said just tired of even thinking about the situation.

“My grandbaby is going to have at least one dependable grandparent, and I’m not leaving you in a position to be beggin' that woman for a damn thing,” my mother says as Jey squeezes my hand a little tighter.

“I’m going to be with Shantell, I’ve already talked to Paul, and he’s approved me for two months off when we have the baby. Then we’re coming back on the road with the baby,” Jey says reassuring my mom.

“I’m going to work from home, they are in the process of setting it up, we got it covered mama,” I said closing my eyes, feeling tired. “Everyone is going to help Mrs. Johnson, when I told you I would take care of your daughter I meant it,” Jey says honestly turning to glance back at my mother as we were stopped at a red light. “So, you just thinkin’ of everything, huh,” she says smiling.

“Yea, ma, I’m tryin’ and you might as well get used to that name now since you gon’ be my mother-in-law one day,” he says smiling as she winks at him. “You just seem so sure with these predictions Mr. Fatu,” I said cracking a smile as he laughed.

“It’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler baby. You stuck wit me now,” he says rubbing my stomach as we continued the journey back to my house.

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Jon and Trin’s House

Jon’s POV

“Trin, come on baby, I don’t think she meant it like that,” I said opening the door for her trying to defuse the situation.

“Oh, yes hell she did, she can’t stand me, Shantell or Sofia,” Trin said putting her purse down on the counter. “Well if it’s true, she’s out of luck because I’m never letting you go,” I responded engulfing her in a strong hug. “Jurdy,” she starts as I cut her off with a kiss.

“Go shower and we’ll talk later, you got a big day tomorrow,” I said trying to bring the focus back to her upcoming TNA knockouts championship match tomorrow. “Ok, baby,” she said kissing me before heading upstairs. I made myself comfortable as I waited for her to return.

I refuse to let my mother ruin this for me or any of my brothers. Tonight, was above and beyond disrespectful, I was just in shock and wished I would have stood up for Trin and the girls.

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Las Vegas, Nevada

TNA Slammiversary

“Did your mom leave this morning,” Tamina asks as we settled in our seats. “Girl, yes! It was a long ass week and the barbecue at Joe’s was horrible,” I whispered looking at Jey as he was pulling his hat down over his eyes, trying to not draw attention to himself.

Jimmy was backstage with Trin trying to calm her down before her championship match. Even though Trin has almost two months left at TNA we wanted to show up and support her.

“You ok, baby?” Jey asks grabbing my hand as I looked down at him. “I’m good just ready to see the show, I hope Trin wins,” I said excitedly. He smiled leaning over to kiss me. “Hey, somebody could see us,” I whisper as he takes me in demanding kiss.

“I don’t give a shit, you my lady,” he said placing his hand on my stomach. “Trin is up next ya’ll,” Jimmy says taking his seat next to Jey as Tamina and I stood up to wait on her entrance.

Never had I felt more pride than watching my friend do what she loves. Tamina and I stayed standing for the majority of the match cheering her on.

“Starstruck! Let’s go, baby!” Jimmy yells jumping to his feet. “She tapped," I yelled jumping up and down as Jey pulled me into his arms so I wouldn’t lose my balance. “Watch it woman, don’t shake my baby loose in there,” he whispers in my ear smiling as rolled my eyes at him.

“A’ight keep rollin’ them eyes, just wait till I get you alone,” he growls nipping my ear as I involuntarily shivered at the thought. The announcer’s voice brought me back to the moment at hand. “Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and new Knockouts world champion Trinity!!”

“That's what I'm talking about!!” Tamina screamed as we hugged celebrating. Yes, tonight was a great night!

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Las Vegas, NV

Luxor Hotel

Shantell's POV

Liked by @jonathanfatu @saronasnukewwe @romanreigns @trinity_fatu @Shantell_productionswwe and 88,456 others.

Uceyjucey I took this without permission, but it’s nothing like family being there for family. I love all ya’ll! Congrats sis, first rounds on me next time we all link up!

“Aww. I didn’t know you took this,” I said looking at the photo of Tamina and I cheering Trin on. Then a separate one of Jimmy who wore a smile so bright I couldn’t help but smile myself looking at it.

“See you never know what I’m up to,” Jey says pulling me closer to him in bed as I laughed. “Yea, and you ain’t fooling these folks,” I said looking at the comments.

"@samanthairvinwwe Congrats Trin! Hey, you tagged Shantell, are we finally coming out as a couple Mr. Uso. I need answers!"

"@Usolover90901 I love how they are all so close and support each other. Are you and Shantell dating?"

"@natbynature Yes! Congrats Trin! Good Job convincing my Shanna Banana to go out and have some fun. Love ya’ll, see you at Smackdown."

"@Trinity_Fatu- Brother!!! I love ya’ll too! Shan’s going to kill you. HAHA"

“I don’t care who knows it, people always suspected anyway. If you ain’t comfortable with putting it out there, I understand and will take the post down. We can’t hide forever though,” he says laying his head on my stomach.

My privacy is important to me, but he’s right why can’t we share how happy we were. I took a photo of Jey lying on my stomach.

Shantell_productionswwe I’m so happy. Yep, that’s the post,” I typed attaching the picture and a group photo we took earlier after Trin’s title win tagging everyone in it.

Looking at his phone, I see him smiling against my stomach reading the post.

"@ Uceyjucey "I'm your man, you're my girl, I'm gonna tell it to the whole wide world-Usher."

“Not Usher!” I laugh as he’s now laying on his stomach, between my legs caressing them slowly. “Yea, I hit yo ass wit that Usher cause it’s true, ain’t it? he questions his deep voice clouding my ears making me shiver as his primal stare is making me even weaker.

“What are you doin’? “I ask losing my train of thought as without warning, he gently lapped his tongue against my clit. “Is it true, are you my girl?” he asks moaning against my pussy before attacking my clit again with his tongue.

“Yes, Jey!” I exclaimed, grabbing his head and gently pulling his hair. “I told yo ass I was gon’ get you bout rollin’ dem eyes. Now when I have you like this, what’s my name baby?” he groans grabbing my hips, gently bringing me closer to his mouth.

Jey’s POV

"Mmmm, Josh,” I hear her gasp in pleasure as I feel my heart dancing in my chest. My name sounds so good falling from her lips in pleasure as I take her. I love her this way, gasping, arching her back in pleasure. Slowly licking my tongue up and down her clit, swirling my tongue and sucking on the even more sensitive area now since her pregnancy.

“Yea, yo ass bout to roll dem eyes all night, screaming from me makin’ you cum over and over again,” I proclaim slowly teasing her knowing I’m driving her wild.

“Mmm, then eat your pussy baby,” she encourages as I smile against her, gently putting a hand on her stomach pushing her back on the bed. “Now, what else you can call me?” I moan swirling my tongue around her clit before taking it in my mouth, sucking it slowing making love to her with my mouth.

“Daddy!” her strained voice finally says as I’m overloading her senses. “Mmhmm, good girl. You taste so good, Daddy gon’ stay down here all night. Can I stay?” I groan feeling her juices all over my mouth and beard.

“You can stay Daddy, you can stay as long as you like,” she cried as I put her legs over my shoulders going deeper.

I feel her hands grabbing my head pushing me even closer. “I’m so close Daddy,” she moans slowly moving her hips with my tongue. “I know baby, I know every inch of you,” I groan speeding up my movements holding her in place as I devoured her.

“Oh, God! Josh I ….” She trailed off and began to quiver gripping my hair tight as she rode her orgasm.

“Mmmm, give it all to me, I mean all of it,” I demand, moaning feeling her essence almost overpower my mouth and I welcomed it all. “Fuck!” She screamed as I began sucking on her clit bringing on an even stronger orgasm. Yea, I meant that shit, I’m gon’ be down here all night pleasing her.

Humming as she gave it all to me and more closing my eyes, savoring her taste. Finally looking up I see her eyes closed as she’s trying to calm herself caressing my face as I kissed her hands.

“You might as well hang on, 'cause I’m gon' be down here all night, making you cum. I meant that shit Shantell.” I growled as her eyes shot open, looking down at me shivering at the thought as I smirked against her thigh, nibbling on it before throwing her a wink. Yea, it was gonna be a long night for her.

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Jon and Trin’s Hotel Room

Trin’s POV

“Yea, you ridin’ this dick like a champ,” Jimmy groans slapping my ass as I flipped my hair over my shoulder bouncing fast on his dick. “Shit, you feel so good,” I moaned looking down at him as he seems to be in deep concentration trying to not let go.

“You look and feel so good,” he moans running his fingers across the knockout championship belt that was strapped around my waist as I leaned down taking him in an eager kiss, never wavering.

“You like the champ ridin’ this dick, don’t you? She gon’ ride you real good baby” I professed nibbling on his neck, feeling him pull me closer. “Fuck yea, talk yo shit then, champ,” he groans as I feasted on his neck. His primal growls against my ear making me even wetter.

Leaning back on my knees I placed one hand around his neck. Gently squeezing his throat, I feel him meeting my thrusts eagerly as I slightly tightened my grip, then released him. The look of pleasure on his face as I swirled and bounced hard on his hard dick was bringing out a different side of me.

I felt powerful, and he was at my mercy. “You like that? You want me to control you?” I hiss as he thrusts hard, hits my spot as I bite my lip. His eyes animalistic as his hands grip my hips.

Jimmy’s POV

“Yea, oh fuck! Come on girl. Choke my fuckin’ ass, punish me,” I growl feeling her tighten her hand around my neck while using the other as leverage to bounce harder on my dick. “That title looks so good on you, girl,” I moan looking at the look of pleasure on her face as she is biting her lip chasing her orgasm.

“Thank you, Daddy, I wanted to wear it for you,” she groans swirling her hips harder. I feel her hand tighten around my throat as I groan trying to catch my breath. “You gon’ cum for the champ?” she moans never breaking her thrusts, leaning down taking my mouth in a kiss before biting my lip.

“Shit! Here it go, just for yo ass,”I growled wrapping my arms around her tighter helping her bounce on my dick. Her movements desperate as now both of her hands are around my neck as she slides up and down on my dick.

“Trin! Fuck baby,” I groaned cummin’ hard. “Jurdy, yes! I love you! She screamed against my mouth squirting on my dick as she collapses against me releasing my throat. I don’t think either one of us knew what to make of what just transpired.

“Shit, not that I’m complaining, but what brought that on baby?” I panted trying to catch my breath as she’s sucking on my neck. “Alright now, you wake him back up, you betta be able to handle that shit,” I moan excited at the thought of taking her again.

“Mmmm, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe you just brought out the animal in me, Jurdy,” she moans kissing me. “Shit, well I need to do it more often, “I moan holding her close.

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State Farm Area, Atlanta, Ga

Smackdown

“Camera eight catch Roman, he’s about to hit the ring,” I say observing him getting up. “I see him, Shan,” Greg says as I see Roman charging the ring. Shit, I think he’s moving too fast. “Damn Roman just slipped, cut to camera five,” I command.

“Spear! Spear to Roman!” Cole screams. “I think that covered it well,” I mumbled looking at the other monitors trying to pace my shots. You had to be looking really hard, but Roman recovered well. Now he and Solo are taking it to Jey.

“Go to camera three, pace between the hard camera and camera four. It looks like they are going to hit another spear spike,” I instructed looking at Roman’s expression as the crowd chanted “You got pinned.” I wince as Jey falls backwards laying limp on the ground. One leg on the ropes looking almost like he’s broken in half.

“Jeez, they are going to give me a heart attack, “I mumble as Paul laughs patting my leg. “He will be ok, Shan,” he says looking at the monitor.

“Jey is getting the Jimmy Uso treatment one week before the biggest match of his career,” Wade says as his deep voice drowns out Cole who seems stunned. “Ok, Roman is on the ropes, let’s finish on camera two and we are out in 5,4,3,2,1,” I said releasing the breath I had been holding.

It’s been a rough day with nausea and some cramping, but I didn’t want to alarm Jey. Taking my headset off Paul rubs my back. “We got it Shan, go relax,” he says as I shake my head no. “Uh, go your face is turning green as we speak,” he cringes as I laugh. “I got you, go,” he says as I give him a hug and left Gorilla.

I went and laid down in my office as I rubbed my stomach. “Come on baby, give mama a break. I know it’s been a lot of stress, but please calm down,” I whined feeling my cramps increasing in strength. I started to doze when I felt a cool cloth on my head. “You, ok?” I heard the familiar voice of Montez ask as I nodded.

“I saw you looking kind of green earlier,” he said as the room was spinning all I could do was moan keeping my eyes closed. “Well just nap, and I’ll let Jey know where to find you,” he said running his fingers through my hair.

“You don’t have to do that. Paul, I’m sure is going to tell him,” I said not wanting to hurt his feelings. “I could wait with you,” he says, adjusting the cloth as I cut him off. “I’m good, I don’t need you or Jey getting the wrong idea,” I whispered feeling him rubbing my shoulders.

“I wouldn’t and I don’t care about Jey’s ego, we’re friends,” he says as I sit up trying to put some distance between us not wanting to get caught up in any drama.

“Look, thank you Montez, but I’m good,” I said getting up as I felt a sharp pain. Montez caught me, preventing me from falling “Hey! You, ok?” he asks worried as the fear began to set in for me. Please don’t let me lose this baby, that’s all I could think about. “No, I need to go to the hospital, “I cried leaning on his shoulder as another pain hit

“I got you,” he soothes rubbing my back as he reaches for his phone.” I groaned as the pain became more intense. The next thing I know, Montez is being snatched away from me.

The force of the pull almost made me fall as I grabbed the end of the sofa trying to balance myself.

Jey’s POV

“You just don’t get it! You still tryin’ to put the moves on her huh,” I yell getting more pissed thinking about his hands on Shantell. Why the fuck they up in here hugged up? “Look, she’s my friend and it ain’t like that,” Montez shouts in my face. “The fuck it ain’t, you always find a reason to touch her! Back off man,” I hiss trying to control my temper.

“I was trying to help her,” he says trying to calm the situation. “Help her with what? Trying to open her legs!” I yell, turning around to Shantell. “Why do you let him keep touchin’ all over you!?” I yell as I finally stop and take in her appearance, she’s sweating and looks like she’s in pain.

“Fuck, hey what’s wrong baby?” I panic rushing to her as she cries falling into my arms. “The baby,” she moans holding on to me as I feel her go limp in my arms. “Shantell, baby?” I cry easing her gently to floor as I hear Montez calling 911.

“Come on baby wake up,” I beg as she lay unmoving in my arms. “She’s pregnant please hurry,” Montez says rushing out of the room. “Shantell come on baby; I got you. Talk to me, please,” I cried still getting no response.

“What happened?!” Trin yelled running into the room as I don’t even look at her. My focus is Shantell, and I don’t know how much time has passed, but it feels like forever. I hear mumbled voices in my head as I see a hand reaching to touch Shantell.

“Don’t touch her!” I yelled pulling her closer to me. I can’t let anybody hurt her.

Joe’s POV

“You got to let them take her, Jey,” Solo said calmly trying to get through to him. I’ve never felt so helpless in all my life. Looking down at Shantell, my heart dropped as I saw blood seeping through her jeans. “Uce, you got to let them take her, she’s bleeding,” I plead as his eyes wildly look down at my observation. “Nah, you both ok baby. I promise ya’ll ok,” he cries holding her tighter, rubbing her stomach softly.

“We have to get her moved, we need to know what’s going on with the baby, and her,” one of the paramedics said as I nodded.

“I got it, Joe, he’s just going to keep fighting you,” Jimmy says kneeling by Jey. “Josh, she’s bleeding, they need to take her to see what’s wrong. They are here to help her, please let'em help her,” he cries touching his twin's shoulder, looking down at Shantell. “Jon, she can’t lose this baby; it’ll kill her,” Jey cries looking at his brother.

“You got to let them help her, give 'em a chance. Doing this is delaying them both help,” Jimmy pleaded as I held Trin trying to keep her calm. “Shan, you got to wake up,” she cried as Solo came over rubbing her back. “She gon’ be ok Trin, I know it, Solo,” said but his somber face read otherwise.

“Please help her,” Jey cries finally allowing the medics to help as they moved fast pulling Shantell out of his arms as Jimmy helped him up. “Come on bro, you gotta let them work,” Jimmy says taking Jey in a hug.

Jey’s POV

“We got to get her to the hospital, her pressure is through the roof,” one of the paramedics said. “Let me just get a portable fetal monitor goin’ first, I need a reading on the baby,” the other responded. I couldn’t think, I was worried about both of them as finally for the first time I heard my child’s heartbeat. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

“Strong heartbeat, but we need to move now,” the paramedic said as they began moving her finally towards the ambulance. “I’m riding with her, she’s my wife,” I roll off my tongue without even a second thought.

We gon’ be right behind ya’ll,” Solo assured me as I got in the ambulance with Shantell. “You gotta wake up baby,” I encourage as it seems helpless, as the paramedics worked on her.

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Fatu Family home

Papa Kish’s POV

“Joesph slow down, I can’t understand what your sayin’ son,” I said turning on the lights trying to wake up. I put him on speakerphone as I walked into the bathroom shutting the door.

“Dad, we’re on the way to the hospital. Shantell is sick, and it’s really touch and go for her and the baby right now,” Solo says as I hear Sandra trying to come in the bathroom shaking the nob.

“Text me the hospital, I’m on my way,” I told him coming out the bathroom moving around grabbing some clothes. “I love you son, I’m on my way,” I reassured him looking at my wife.

“What has she done now?” Sandra asks coldly as I hung up with the phone. “Oh, nothing she’s on her way to the hospital, trying very hard to keep our grandchild alive!” I hissed raising my voice as her expression softens.

“Is she ok?” She whispers as I shake my head at her. “Her blood pressure is up, probably from all the damn stress you’ve been putting her under and all the other shit that’s been going on. If this baby doesn’t make it or Shantell, you may have lost Joshua for good!” I yell storming out of the bedroom.

“Wait, get me a ticket,” Sandra says coming out of the bedroom. “Why should I?" I question not wanting to take her and make matters worse. “I’ve got to make it right,” she whispers with tears in her eyes.

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Grady Memorial, Atlanta, Ga

Jimmy’s POV

I can’t believe this happened, and to all people Shan. It’s been four hours and we still haven’t heard anything. Jey is slowly losing it as he’s pacing as we finally see a doctor walking in our direction.

“Family for Shantell Fatu,” the doctor says coming over as Jey met him. “I’m her husband, her mother is on the way too,” he says rubbing his hands over his face.

“I wish I had better news. Her pressure is through the roof, stroke level. We’ve been trying safer alternative medications to try to lower it. Her O2 levels were trying to drop below 93 percent, so we have her on oxygen as well. Her body is in fight mode right now, the doctor says looking disappointed.

Jey’s POV

Stroke…Oxygen levels dropping what the hell is going on? “I’m sorry what does all this mean and how is the baby?” I asked trying to get clarification as Trin grabs my hand trying to keep me calm. “The baby is fine; the bleeding can be common early on in pregnancy as well as the pain.

“Ok, so what do we need to do for Shan,” I ask almost scared of the answer. “She’s not responding to the medication and the only alternative left is Angiotensin, the doctor says as I cut him off. “What you waitin’ for, give it to her,” I say without a second thought.

“There is a complication Mr. Fatu, she would miscarry taking this medication,” he says empathically.

“Oh my God,” Trin whispers leaning against me and I’m honestly glad she’s with me as she’s holding me up as well. I feel my world crumbling and powerless to stop it. “Miscarry?” I asked not believing what he was saying. A few tears escaped my eye as I rubbed my eye trying to stop them.

“I’m sorry to have to deliver this news but we need to act fast. We are going to give the last medication we administered a little more time to take effect. After that, you’re going to have to make a decision if there is no change,” he says as out the corner of my eye I see Jimmy walking over.

“Is there a chance she won’t need any more medication, like her pressure goes down on its own from the last meds ya’ll gave her?” Jimmy asks as the doctor nods. “That is possible but we need to weigh all our options and prepare you all for what could happen,” the doctor states removing his glasses.

“How did this happen?” Joe asked as I’m still numb, I could lose Shantell and our child. “Stress is a great factor, and that causes blood pressure issues, also many women develop it during pregnancy,” he says honestly trying to answer all their questions, but I only had one. “Can I see her?” I ask as he offers a small smile.

“Sure, I’ll take you to her,” he says leading me down to the hall to her room. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Shantell, looking so small lying in that bed and all the machines beeping, oxygen mask on her face. I could hear a steady strong beat as I looked at the monitor hooked to her stomach. My baby... Our baby's heartbeat sounded so strong as I looked at the little blinking heart on the machine. This can't be it.

“I’ll give you some time, they just administered the last medication about twenty minutes ago. There is still no change, but we want to give it a little more time,” he said leaving us alone.

I sat beside her just trying to take everything in and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “I can’t. There’s no way I can lose you, even if it cost us our child,” I whispered, finally breaking down kissing her gently on the temple.

Jimmy’s POV

I have never felt or seen my brother more broken than this moment watching him fall apart weeping over the love of his life. Placing my hand on his shoulder, he wipes his tears, standing up to talk to me.

“How can I kill our baby, Jon?" he asked looking at Shantell. "I had to tell them I was her husband to even be able to see her, now I got to make a decision that will destroy us," he whispers as I tried to reason with him.

“If Shan has a stroke, she and the baby could die Josh. Ya’ll can try again, bro,” I said trying to get through to him. “Are you asking or just tellin’ me I should ok the medicine?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m not Josh, it’s ain't up to me,” I start as he cuts me off with his worries. “I’d have to tell her what I did, and she wouldn’t understand. she’d never forgive me;” he stutters his voice trying to remain strong. “She’s gon’ understand Uce,” I reassured him.

Jey’s POV

“Shantell would never take anything that would kill or harm our baby. She would rather die first, and I’d lose them both,” I sighed trying to get Jon to understand. I could hear him taking deep breaths as he was trying to find his words.

“What if her pressure goes down without the medication, how long are they saying they want to wait?” he asks as I interrupt him. “She needs it now. Jon, I gotta… I can’t lose her. I can’t play with her life, she is my life,” I say defeated, just scared of what’s next to come. I went back to sit with her leaning as close to her as the bed would allow.

“Mr. Fatu,” the doctor said interrupting us as I stiffened, dreading the question. I knew he was about to ask what my decision was, pulling Shantell closer to me. “No,” I whispered kissing her once more running my fingers through her hair. “You don’t want us to give her the medication,” he asks as I flinch. “Yes, I want her to get the medication, but I don’t want my baby to die. But I really ain’t got a choice, do I?” I question raising my voice slightly.

“Give her the shot,” Jimmy says stepping over to the doctor. “He is her husband you can’t make that decision,” the doctor said trying to calm my brother down. “I’m making the decision here, not him. Shantell trusts me, she would let me choose. Ok, you give her the medicine and when she wakes up you tell it was me, not him,” Jimmy pleads. As grateful as I am for him trying to take that burden, I can’t let him do it.

“No, Jon,” I start as he cuts me off. “Bro, I’m doin’ it,” he pleads, his voice strained with emotion as I stand to face him and the doctor. “I know why you doin’ it. You doin’ It for me and I understand it. But it’s Shan, it’s my child, my family,” I profess looking back at her feeling my eyes burning with tears. “Give her the medicine,” I said knowing it was the right choice.

“I’m gon’ be right her baby,” I whisper trying to control all these feelings I had as I watched the doctor fill the syringe with the medication that is going to crush our dreams. I felt Shantell move against me, bringing me out of the haze I was in. “Wait doc, she’s waking up,” I said sitting up a little trying to give her some room.

I could hear the monitor beeps increasing as I looked at the machine to the side of us. “What’s her pressure looking like?” Jimmy asks as the doctor explains the increased noises. “Her blood pressure is going back up; she needs to calm down. She can stroke at any moment,” he said full of worry, wanting to administer the shot.

Shantell’s POV

God, I feel like my head is about to explode as I’m trying to open my eyes. I could hear Jey faintly asking me to wake up as my eyes finally find his.” Josh,” I moan trying to adjust my eyes to the light

“Shantell, come on baby,” Jey encouraged as I tried to take the oxygen mask off my face. “Can I get this off her,” Jey asks as the doctor nods looking at the monitor. “We can try it, her O2 levels are back up to 97,” he states printing out her vitals as Jey removed the mask off of me. “Josh, my head,” I moaned in excruciating pain. "I know baby, it's gon' get better in a second," Jey says as I nod in understanding.

“Shantell, I’m Doctor Taylor, your blood pressure is really high. You could have a stroke at any moment, that is why your head hurts. Now the medication we need to give you will prevent that, but you will lose the baby,” he says calmly as I feel my heart jump in my throat.

“No! No, don’t hurt my baby. Josh, don’t let them hurt our baby,” I cried as he pulls me closer. “Don’t let them hurt my baby,” I whispered trying to comprehend what is going on. “Nobody’s gon’ hurt our baby, Shantell. I got you baby, I ain’t goin’ nowhere, “he reassured me showering my face with gentle kisses. “I love you so fuckin’ much,” he whispered as tears filled my eyes.

“I love you too,” I cried leaning further into him trying to calm myself. Taking deep breaths, I hear the monitor sound decreasing. “Yea, breath in and out baby,” Jey encourages looking at the monitors, as I nod trying to focus and relax my body. A few minutes passed and I felt my heart rate slowing down.

“Well, I’ll be damned the doctor,” says walking over to the monitor.

“What is it?” Jey asks not letting me go as I was trying to focus on the steady, strong beats coming from the fetal monitor. It was letting me know for the moment our baby was safe.

“Her blood pressure is going down, the other medicine is finally working,” Jimmy says looking at me with a small smile. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, as I began silently sobbing but trying to remain calm. “You a fuckin’ miracle baby,” Jey praised as I could feel his tears falling against my face.

Jimmy’s POV

“Keep an eye on her nurse, I need to speak to Mr. Fatu,” the doctor said as Jey kissed Shantell’s forehead. “I’ll stay wit her,” I volunteered as I saw the look of relief on my brother’s face. He doesn’t want to leave her, and I can’t blame him. “Thanks, Jon. I’ll be right back baby,” he reassured her finally walking out behind the doctor.

“You really scared the hell outta us Shantell,” I said going over to sit beside her. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean too,” she said weakly, trying to keep my eyes open. “Get some rest, we ain’t going nowhere,” I told her, holding her hand as she dozed back off. “Lil Uce, you and your mama are some tough cookies,” I declared touching her stomach. “Don’t give us no more scares, this yo uncle Jon talkin’. I’m gon’ be the cool uncle, but don’t tell yo uncle Joseph,” I said smiling talking to Shantell’s stomach.

Jey’s POV

“What you mean, she’s not out of the woods yet?” I hissed trying to not scream from frustration.

“Her pressure has been up for a long period of time, now we have to make sure the bleeding and pain doesn’t start back up,” Doctor Taylor says placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Ok, so what do we do?” I ask, spotting Shantell’s mother getting off the elevator.

“How’s Shantell and the baby?” she asks hugging me. “The doctor fill you in ma, it’s improving but we ain’t out of the danger zone yet,” I said letting her go. Out the corner of my eye I see my dad and mom talking to Joe and Solo. When did they get here, and who called them?

“Why did you bring her here?” Trin asks my dad as he hugs her. “She’s trying to make it right babygirl. Give her a chance,” he says as I feel the anger in my boiling as my mother is approaching me. “Ma, please not right now,” I said not caring about the hurt expression on her face. “Joshua how is Shantell?” she asks as I laugh bitterly. “Bro, calm down,” Solo says coming over to me, trying to get me to remain respectful. At this moment I’m scared and I’m tired of the bullshit.

“This is all because of you! All this stress, you have a part in it whether you want to believe it or not! I yelled raising my voice, as she looks at me in horror. “Yea, you mama,” I said unfeeling. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, almost knocking the wind out of me, I caused a lot of this stress as well. From the jealousy, breaking up with her, Taraji, and the list goes on.

“You can’t blame this all on me!” she cried as I nodded in agreement with her. “You right ma, I can’t because I share plenty of the blame. I couldn’t stand up to you, I am to blame because of my indecisiveness, and jealousy,” I said standing firm in my truth, trying to not lose it. “I’m owing my part in it, when will you own your part,” I said walking off, heading back to Shantell’s room.

Joe’s POV

“Why are you here? You ready to kick my child when she’s down?” Shantell’s mom Tanya accused coming over to confront Aunt Sandra.

“Ok, we are at a hospital and people are sick in here,” Uncle Kish said holding on to Aunt Sandra, ready to jump in if need be.

“She’s in a good place for treatment, harassing my child, steady pushing and nagging,” Tanya said trying to maintain her composure. “Come on Ma, let’s go see Shantell,” I suggest going over, taking her in an embrace trying to calm her down.

“Thank you, baby, you always took care of my Shan. Always kept your word to protect her, “she says hugging me tighter as I’m trying not to break myself. That image of her laying helpless on the floor in Jey’s arms is going to stay with me forever.

Shan and I have been close since her internship almost five years ago. I met her before everyone else, that’s my sister for life. She got me through a lot of shit before I met Tangela. Regardless of the outcome of her and Jey, she will always be my sister.

“I always got her ma, let me take you to her,” I said steering her towards Shantell’s room. The sooner I got her away from Aunt Sandra the better.

“I do love Shantell; I just want to make it right,” Aunt Sandra cried. As I turned around, I could see the remorse on her face, but I don’t feel tonight was the right time to do all this. I felt Mrs. Tanya stiffen against me.

“Now that she is in there fighting for her life, you wanna make it right? Tanya asked walking back into her space. “Nah, I ain’t dumb by a long shot, Sandra. You want to clear your conscious 'cause all of the shit you’ve been saying and doing!” she yelled as Aunt Sandra broke down. “You don’t get to make it about you. You better pray they are ok because if they ain’t you gon’ have to see me," she threatened stalking off towards Shantell’s room.

"Let’s just sit down and calm down ya’ll it’s gonna’ be a long night," Solo said going over to his mom as I went in to see Shantell. Tonight has been a long night for us all but I pray this gets better. It can’t get much worse, could it?

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Thanks for waiting! I've been under the weather but feeling better now.

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Portraying Healthy Family Dynamics

Anonymous asked: My MC has a wife and children, but I came to realise that while I want them to be a healthy family, I'm not able to grasp what that might look like. I grew up in a pretty dysfunctional houshold where yelling, ignoring, cheating and other stuff was kinda the norm, and this has skewed my perception a bit. So simply: What does a healthy family dynamic look like? What makes a great parent beyond just feeding, clothing and providing a roof? What is an example of a disagreement that might come up and how would one resolve it?

While there are some general obvious things that make a healthy family dynamic, the specifics vary. What serves as healthy and functional in one family might feel unhealthy and dysfunctional in another.

For the obvious stuff, you already have your answer, because you know what you grew up with and you know it wasn't healthy. Constant yelling, ignoring, and cheating... in your MC's healthy family, you can portray characters who talk things out rather than resorting to yelling and ignoring each other. You can portray characters who are open, honest, and loyal rather than cheating and deceitful.

Your situation wasn't dysfunctional because you had different disagreements coming up. It was dysfunctional because the people in your household weren't able to resolve those disagreements in functional, healthy ways. So, you can still use past experience to imagine what kinds of disagreements might come up. For example, let's say one big fight you can remember involved an older sibling coming home after curfew, and a big fight breaking out because the mom was angry about being disrespected, the dad wasn't reinforcing parental rules and supporting the mom's concerns, and the sibling wasn't respecting the rules of the house and the parents' authority. So, what's the opposite of that?

Well, first and foremost, the parents have mutually agreed upon house rules that have been clearly explained to the house occupants, and there are clear and reasonable penalties (for example, grounding) for failing to abide those rules. The older sibling comes home past curfew. Their healthy response can be apology, explanation (rather than excuses), taking responsibility for their actions, listening to what the parents have to say, and accepting the reasonable penalty with grace. One parent's healthy response can be expressing concern ("I was worried...") and disappointment ("I'm disappointed you didn't abide by this rule...") along with the reasonable penalty ("Next time you'll need to be home at seven instead of nine. When you can demonstrate that you're consistently able to come home by seven for a while, we'll bump your curfew back up to nine.") The other parent's healthy response can be supporting the first parent along with encouraging the child ("We all make mistakes. I know you'll do better next time.") The sibling's healthy response can be showing kindness to the sibling and not getting involved unless asked to.

Sitcoms with families--especially ones geared toward kids--can be a great way to get some ideas of what healthy interactions look like in a family.

I hope that helps!

So simply: What does a healthy family dynamic look like? What makes a great parent beyond just feeding, clothing and providing a roof? What is an example of a disagreement that might come up and how would one resolve it?

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I waited over 20 years for a Boba Fett show and I was disappointed in TBOBF. Seems like the man himself shares my disappointment. The way they've treated both TBOBF and him has been so disrespectful and I am still fuming at how they sidelined Boba in his OWN SHOW to shoehorn in a Mando plot they could have done in s3.

We Fett fans were 100% right. Disney Star Wars did Tem/Boba dirty, and it’s not right whatsoever! At this point it’s so clear that they only used Boba Fett as a catalyst to get Din and Grogu to where they wanted them for mando s3

Boba Fett is the VERY REASON why The Mandalorians exists in the first place and instead of taking his place with his people, he is constantly given the shaft and replaced by Din and Bo.

There was a time when Boba Fett was the most badass bounty hunter in the galaxy before continuing his father's legacy by becoming the new Manda'alor. Boba cleaning up the outer rim and rule through honor and respect had potential, but it's clear the people involved had no idea what to do with Boba Fett. All they had to do was literally everything here. Show Jango's past as Mandalorian, show Boba's change from cold Bounty Hunter to crime lord dispensing justice(and actually doing crime) feature his Bounty Hunter allies and rivalry with Cad Bane(hint hint use Daniel Logan in flashbacks for the cut Bounty Hunter arc) and tease the future with the Syndicate, potential confrontation with Mace and Boba potentially meeting Omega. How is it I know more about Boba Fett than Filoni?

He has a right to be pissed and not just about Boba's treatment(especially considering how much of himself and his own culture he put into the character), but Star Wars/Disney lightens the clones’ skin, that’s HIS appearance the clones are based on. Beyond disrespectful.

Boba Fett deserved better, the Clones deserves better and Temuera deserved better. Fuck Filoni and fuck Favreau.

#Star Wars #Anti Lucasfilm #Boba Fett #Temuera Morrison #Anti Filoni #Anti Dave Filoni

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𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍

Warnings: slapping, begging, sub CEO! Ted, dom assistant! reader, exhibtionism? They fuck in a supply closet, brat! Ted.

People have always seemed to hold the opinion of you, that you’re domineering, someone who will take what they deserve. Which, is why it surprises everyone when you tell them your profession. You’re the assistant to an heir CEO, Ted Nivison, who, in your opinion, is spoiled, cocky, and overall needs to be put in his place, and you explain this to anyone who expresses confusion over your job status.

Your opinion of him never reigns more true now than ever. He’s sat at the bar of the venue, flirting with the bartender, when he should be talking with the branch leaders of his company. Sighing, you make your way over to your boss.” I apologize for interrupting you sir but, your peers would like to speak with their CEO.”

He turns on his stool, a shit-eating grin makes its way onto the young CEO’s face. “Are you sure you're not just jealous angel? Not just upset I’m giving somebody else my attention?” you scoff, he never learns, it seems. You would think after spending months of you working on this behavior of his, he’d no better than to speak to you this way. The bartender seems to notice she’s intruding on something and returns to her other customers.

You speak through gritted teeth, “I think you should go speak to your employees sir, now.” Though he can hear the frustration seeping through your voice, he wants to push your limits even further. He’s going to enjoy the outcome; he’s sure of it.

“Now why would I do that, I’m clearly enjoying a drink, sweetheart.” He emphasizes his words by taking a sip from the glass of whiskey he had ordered a few moments ago.

You’ve met your limit for tolerating his disrespect. You take the glass from his hand, slamming it onto the wooden bar, and grab Ted by his upper arm yanking him up. You swiftly make for the exit, after leaving enough money on the bar for his drink as well as a tip.

You pull him into a vacant room just outside the banquet hall. After, ensuring the door was locked you turned to Ted, who had a look of disbelief on his face. “God, you’re so fucking infuriating,” you rant. His face quickly turns to one of disappointment.

“I thought you brought me in here to fuck me, not yell at me-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before, he’s cut off by a sharp sting across his cheek. He gawks at you; his face shows shock but, the front of his dress slacks show you he’s enjoying this.

“Did you just fucking slap me?” He was still in shock but couldn’t deny that it turned him on beyond belief.

“I did, and I suggest if you want me to do anything else for you, you’ll start acting like a good boy and do what I tell you.” You say as you shove him up against the wall of what you now realize is a rather spacious supply closet. Then and there Ted felt a good chunk of his resolve leave him. He wants you to hit him again, but he’s not ready to completely hand himself over to you.

Regardless, he wants you to take care of the rather big problem you’ve caused for him, so he nods. That’s not good enough for you though, no, you want to hear him tell you that he wants you. You want to hear him tell you all the things he wants you to do to him. “I need words ted, want you to tell me how sorry you are.” your hand is hovering over where he needs it the most and he just wants you to stop teasing.

“Fuck, okay I'm sorry alright, I’ll be good I promise.” for not wanting to show you how desperate he is, he doesn’t do a good job of not letting it seep into his voice. You don’t like the attitude but you’ll take it given your time constraints.

You undo the buckle of his belt, quickly discarding the offending item to the floor his pants pool at his thighs as well as his briefs. You begin to sink to your knees before a grabs your shoulder, holding you in place. You look up at him in confusion, as you wait for an explanation. “Can we skip that part, for now, I just,” he pauses, he’s not used to having to ask for what he wants, yes you’ve been teaching him his place beneath you, but he usually just takes what he's given. This time though, he doesn’t think he has it in him to last long enough through all the foreplay. That slap did a number on him.

“I just need to be in you right now.” You smirk at that, it didn’t take long to break him down it seems. Though if you’re being fair he hasn’t been hard to break down like this for a while.

“Oh you poor thing, well, you know how to ask for what you want don't you?” You pout up at him with faux sympathy.

He does know how to ask but he never fails to be embarrassed about it, but if he wants any chance of cumming he has to say it. “Please, Mommy.” You smile bringing yourself up off your knees.

“You’re such a good boy for me Teddy, just for mommy right baby?” you mentally thank yourself for wearing a short dress tonight, because the moment you called him a good boy, Ted was pushing you up against the nearest surface, pulling your panties off. Normally, you’d scold him for being so desperate and impatient but you’re keeping in mind he is essentially the host of this banquet, and sooner or later someone’s going to come looking for him.

He can’t help the whine that rips its way out of his throat when his cock slides through your folds with little to no resistance because of how wet you are. Finally, he pushes his entire length inside of you, mind too cloudy to realize or truly care, all he can think about is how tight you are around him.

He already feels like he’s teetering on the edge, but he wants to make you feel good, he needs you to praise him. He needs you to tell him he’s your good boy; that no one else can make you feel as good as he does. He starts a slow pace, taking his time and pulling out until nothing but the tip remains inside you, then snapping his hips forward harshly. He keeps this pace for a few moments before it switches to a much more brutal one. Thrusts go from slow but harsh strokes to quick sharp ones. He feels so fucking good but he needs more.

He needs you to hit him again.

“y/n, please.” He’s too overwhelmed with pleasure to get any more than that out, another whine finding itself replacing his words. You’re shocked you’re even able to comprehend what he’s saying to you, he’s fucking you so rough, and every breath of yours is accompanied by a high-pitched moan.

“Tell me what you want Teddy.” You’re clinging to his shoulders for dear life, as his thrusts show no sign of slowing down.

“Hit me, please.” as the plea leaves his lips he feels another sharp sting across the other cheek. He can’t help the way his vision goes white, and the way his hips still, as he coats your walls in thick cum. His grip on your waist gets impossibly tighter as his forehead comes to rest on your chest. The moan that leaves his mouth when he comes is most heavenly in your opinion.

It takes a moment for his mind to return to earth and when he does he’s embarrassed; he’s never cum so quickly in the months he’s been with you. Though to you, it was so fucking hot; he came from you slapping him, hard. You’re running your fingers through his hair telling him he was so good for you.

Eventually, you convince him to clothe himself,

so that you can return to the banquet, his guests are waiting after all. What his guests don’t know though is that whilst you’re fraternizing, their CEO’s cum is slowly dripping down your thigh.

#chuckle sandwich smut #ted nivison smut #chuckle sandwich #ted nivison #chuckle sammy #ted nivison x reader #x reader #afab reader

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luminouslotuses · 3 months

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i didn’t see this anywhere here so i figured i’d give a transcript of a portion of the beginning of shubble’s recent stream (apologies for not getting the entire thing but if you want to hear it yourself this is the video i watched);

shubble:

and if you think all of our mutual friends who knew us both intimately in private are supporting me blindly, you aren’t being honest. um, i don’t know how you wouldn’t assume people we spent every day with wouldn’t know more than you about this situation. you are not entitled to everything that everybody knows, not everybody is ready to share their stories and experiences, but they have all asked you to support me and that is not blind. what is blind is pretending that all they have to go off of is my word alone. let’s not ignore the boys who said themselves that they have witnessed him manipulate them and their friends; all of which who were eighteen at the time, by the way.

i am not the only one. give them time before you start calling me a lying whore, perhaps. um, i didn’t coordinate this because i didn’t know how many more people had experiences to share. i actually didn’t know biting was something that had happened before me until after i spoke about it, i didn’t know. um, that’s why i needed to do it. i’m sorry that everything couldn’t conveniently come out all at the same time, um… everyone who knew us both mutually have come together in solidarity and asked you to support me, and i am asking you to listen to all of them, too. it’s not just me. continuing to pretend that it is isn’t helpful.

um… and if all of that isn’t enough for you, then you’re just going to have to not believe me. and i didn’t expect everyone to. that doesn’t mean i owe anything to every person who calls me a liar, um– but if you are mad that more people are believing me and you don’t agree, that sounds like a you problem. they have made up their minds themselves just as you have, and i am not trying to change your mind.

what i endured was so much more than just slobbishness and disrespect, it’s offensive to downplay it that much. and in my opinion, the most obvious thing to me is that the apology is not genuine at all. if it was, i would have been referred to by name. simply. i believe at bare minimum a requirement for a sincere apology is to say the name of who you are speaking to. um, i think by not saying my name, that can only be done out of disrespect, that’s what i believe. to me it completely contradicts any claim to have changed. and i proved on steam that he’s lied. even if just that one time, i felt that was a big deal.

um, shubble support squad– you have been my rock through all of this. i am trying to do the right thing, um, and i do believe so deeply that this needed to happen to protect people. um– i’m only sorry that i couldn’t protect everyone else, because– there were more people hurt after me. um, and i am sickened– by what he did. i truly believe my soul is healed beyond him but unfortunately, my mind and my body are not, and that will take more time. your brain chemistry changes when you live through something like this. um, and– i’m going to try to play minecraft, and pretend my life has peace for a moment, um, because it won’t. for a while.

um– but it will. and i’m gonna try to find my way to happiness, and if you don’t like the way that that looks, then i’m sorry. um, i’m just going to have to disappoint you. i have to put my mental health first.

#abuse tw #shubble #wilbur situation #transcripts

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Urrrgg im such a wuss about physical pain but something about punctured wounds specifically makes me scared more than cuts or bruises. I think it’s something about the “intrusion” that a sharp object does when it stabs you that it doesn’t do when merely cutting you

Suffice to say Crocodile even threatening to give me a “piercing” will scare me into submission. Suddenly I’m throwing out my escape plans because I do not want to be hurt like that 😓 Sir you can spank me however you want but PLS don’t put that hook anywhere near my face

oh goodness anon, you're way too cute 😭💕 he would never ever hurt you because i say so.... but this also made me think...

tw. yandere, violence, a little over-the-top gore (facial), references this post

Now that you mention it - there are two ways he could harm you with his hook in that specific scenario, one more planned and one more impulsive. (To pierce your tongue, he’d need a forceps or at the very least a very steady hand or else he’s going not only cut into your tongue but the floor of your mouth as well - which could lead to severe bleeding and neurological damage, oh my. Your cheeks are a different story - he might still injure a tiny branch of the facial nerve but you’re not going to lose some motor functions.)

But to be honest - if he does this to you, it’s going to be entirely impulsive because he’d have to be exceptionally mad. Angry beyond belief or reason, so precision and thought aren’t going to be present. (Even if I really want him to get my tongue, ugh 😔) He isn’t even going to threaten it, he’ll just launch forward like a man possessed and puncture your cheek, force his hook through the fat of your face until he hits your teeth, just lashing out, just senselessly hurting you to shut you and your horrid mouth up. And god help you if you react on instinct and pull away, because that is going to net you an open cheek and a nasty scar.

Will he feel guilty just moments later, as rare as that emotion is for him? Yes. Will it stop your incessant babbling and shock you into submission? Also yes. Like you said, I can only see this happening once, maybe twice? You’d have to do something so outrageous and disrespectful and keep at it to get this rather calm man to that point - but it’s achievable and a serious escape attempt could do it. But you being feisty plays a big part in this - because if you aren’t (if you grovel and cry and beg for forgiveness, kiss his feet to soothe that anger, worship him like you’re supposed to), he won’t end up that mad. You’re still going to regret it, no doubt, but he has this pesky little soft spot for you that, if pressed, can mellow him out rather quickly. It really depends on you and your actions.

But if it happens? If the meat of your right cheek suddenly loses tension and flaps around because his hook is too big to control and you instinctively pulled back, away from the pain, the hurt? All that anger is going to evaporate in an instant. He just needs to see your stunned face, pain barely registering because of the adrenaline that is running through you, just needs to see all that exposed fat and muscle to immediately regret it. It’s a grotesque sight; yellow, pink, stark red mixing as your teeth gnash in horror and your thoughts are going a mile a minute trying to register what just happened. Of course, he wastes no time and takes you in for the best care he can find in that moment, intent on keeping both the functional and aesthetic damage to a minimum - but his hook is big and brutish and the wound leaves you with a gnarly scar, no matter how skilled the hands of your surgeon are.

When it’s all said and done, he’ll still feel that little pang of guilt from time to time when he traces the scar with his thumb - but it’s more that feeling of regret a little boy gets when he scratches up a brand new toy, that disappointment that it isn’t shiny and new anymore and not genuine remorse because he inflicted so much pain on you. He can’t feel bad about it for too long when he remembers that you see what disobedience gets you every time you look into the mirror. It might have marred your looks - but it has made you so wonderfully pliant as well, has earned him your respect.

#tbh to just flap open your cheek you'd need a lot of force but 🤫#tw.violence #tw.yandere #/crocodile #/one piece #yandere one piece

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I need to rant

...about the absolute erasure of Pedro and his contributions that is seemingly policy now among The Mandalorian production and show runners. I have been seeing rumors on and off for years about the ostracizing people have witnessed towards Pedro. No more so than during season 3, and after watching the Disney Gallery: The Mandalorian “The Making of Season 3” special, I am now disappointed at how they did nothing but prove there’s something rotten happening on that production in regards to Pedro.

I’ll make my position clear AF:

Pedro is the Mandalorian, Din Djarin.

Lateef and Brendan are the stuntmen who help bring the Mandalorian to life. They are collaborators, just like all the costumers, choreographers, set designers, extras, etc that are part of the series. They are NOT the Mandalorian. We don’t give top billing to the stuntmen who do Deadpool over Ryan Reynolds, or erase James Earl Jones being Darth Vader, even though he was never in the actual Vader suit. So, I say it is bullshit that Pedro has been bumped to the side as if he’s some interloper in a production that he was the foundation of - nay, the star and driving force in crafting the persona and the physicality and LITERAL VOICE of the Mandalorian, Din Djarin. Seasons 1 and 2? He was in the suit more than half the time. Season 3 was different, yes, but to not even include an interview snippet of Pedro talking about his contribution to the season? Not having a single shoutout or acknowledgement of his participation? No one even said his fucking name in passing!

I found the entire thing so abhorrent and disgusting that I frankly no longer have any excitement or enthusiasm for this series continuing beyond the already announced 4th season and film Filoni is going to do. Not if Pedro is going to be treated as a fucking gopher that isn’t good enough to be acknowledged.

And what pisses me off the most? Pedro has been NOTHING BUT HUMBLE AND COMPLIMENTARY AND VOCAL about how Lateef and Brendan are massive influences in his performance and in collaborating to make the character the presence he is on the screen. He’s given those stunt fucks their flowers countless times, shouted out Filoni and Favreau, the writers, directors - literally everyone, and no one can even say, “Yeah, it was a fun season, but it needed more Pedro! I missed his presence”? BDH leaving comments praising the stunt fucks and tacking on Pedro as an afterthought? Like wtf is going on?

Need I remind everyone about the fact Pedro has a scar on his nose because of the negligence of the set production people leaving a piece of real wood thrown on the ground by the makeup trailer, and he walked out and stepped on it and got whacked in the face by it?! He literally bled and got stitches for this series and never complained or said a disparaging word! But they can’t even say his name in passing on the 3rd season which was pretty reviled and panned for it’s lack of plot and continuity behind the scenes special?! I want him to do his VO work, collect his check, and give this series the deuces.

Pedro deserves better, and clearly got it on TLOU production, which I’m thankful for. He's a kind and generous person who doesn’t deserve this level of disrespect.

Rant over 😤

#Disney Gallery #The Mandalorian #The Mandalorian season 3 #Pedro Pascal IS the Mandalorian #Put some respect on his name #The Making of season 3 of The Mandalorian is bullshit

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lesbianremu · 2 years

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just a friendly reminder for those being rude and demanding towards zeppazariel about crimson rivers, fanfic is SHARED with us. it is not written FOR us. fanfic isn’t monetised, zar doesn’t profit off this fic. he’s literally writing it because it’s something they WANT to write.

and to see people in this fandom disrespecting zar and all the work he puts in crimson rivers, is so incredibly disappointing especially because incidences like this in fandom are so tired. like is it really that hard to put something down if u don’t like it? if u get fomo for not reading CR, how tf is that zar’s problem? zar has already given us so many warnings and reassurances; he constantly goes above and beyond to ensure their fics are readable and enjoyable for everyone, but sometimes yous just need to understand that NOT EVERYTHING IS FOR YOU!!

and that is okay! it’s ao3! there are millions of fics u can read! u don’t want angst? don’t read fics where death, oppression, war, and loss are few of the overarching themes of the story. it really goes without saying.

what this demonstrates as well, is how younger people in fandom are expecting for ao3 to start functioning like tik tok (or like any algorithmic platform) and let me remind u, ao3 is an archive. it literally just stores literature — fics, poetry, short stories, etc. nobody on ao3 is making money for posting, so to expect ao3 to cater towards ur needs is so ridiculous. it really speaks to how brainwashed and chronically online everyone is, because ur all so used to having ur tl curated meticulously for ur personal enjoyment that u expect a single fanfic author, who’s a member of this fandom just like the rest of us, to do what big corporations do??? as if ur paying them??? be so serious rn

u all owe zar a massive apology, even if u don’t like CR (like a loser imo) and you’ll never read it again, that is not zar’s problem!

we appreciate u zar, and we are in constant awe of ur writing. thank u for sharing it with us <3

#zeppazariel #crimson rivers #just lovers #best friends brother #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #marauders #ao3 #remus lupin #wolfstar #jegulus #dorlene #marylily #rosekiller

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riddlerosehearts · 10 months

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can i be honest and just say that the snow white remake deciding to get rid of the romance is SO incredibly annoying to me because like... snow white's prince is what people like to claim the princesses are. he doesn't have a canon name, he doesn't show up anywhere except at the beginning and end of the story, literally all he does is sing to snow white and kiss her, he essentially has no personality and his one and only purpose is to be a love interest. rachel zegler claims that the original snow white has no function beyond "someday my prince will come", but really, she's an abuse victim who chooses to be kind, to have hope and to dream of love, and to take control of her own life by doing housework for the dwarves in exchange for being allowed to stay with them. the prince is the one who has no function beyond "one song", other than to rescue snow white and make her happy!!

but the thing is, he wasn't planned to be such a nothing character!! walt wanted to do more with him, if only they hadn't had so much trouble animating him at the time. and i was hoping so badly that the remake would flesh him out and give snow white a truly beautiful romance with her prince, like she deserves, because there is nothing wrong with an abused teenage girl, or any girl for that matter, wanting to find true love! but disney has decided that actually there is, i guess?! i was hoping maybe they could be childhood friends who met before snow white's parents died, because in the original movie it seems possible, to me at least, that they already knew each other and that's why he was so comfortable sneaking past the castle walls and joining in on her song, and why she was so immediately enchanted by him. that maybe the reason she was surprised at first and tried to run from him was because her abusive stepmother didn't want him around and might harm him. or if not that, maybe he wants to work out a trade deal between his kingdom and hers and he comes by and introduces himself like a normal person instead of sneaking in. but instead they're just getting rid of him entirely and at this point i'm surprised the cinderella remake gave kit and ella such a beautifully developed love story instead of just removing prince charming and making cinderella some kind of shallow girlboss.

and then also, they're not including the dwarves all because peter dinklage complained that it's stereotypical to have a story about dwarves living in a cave when, um, they literally fucking don't?!?! it's kind of a pretty significant plot point that the house snow white is staying in is their house and they just work as miners 😭 i'm so tired of celebrities who probably haven't watched a disney movie since they were in diapers thinking they need to say shit like this. AND this whole decision is not even working out for disney because now they're also getting slammed by actors with dwarfism who are understandably disappointed at losing the chance to audition for those roles. when they could've just idk, kept the dwarves and taken the opportunity to be inclusive and give work to a highly underrepresented demographic instead of removing them based on blatantly false information?? and if the dwarves working as miners is still considered stereotypical/harmful, then why not... give them a different job that isn't?

sorry it's just. ugh. disney would be nothing without snow white and every single time i see promotional stuff for the remake it's all just the cast and crew disrespecting snow white and trashing it and saying they're making it better by cutting out its most important elements. i have nothing to look forward to with this movie anymore (not that i was looking forward to it that much to begin with) because apparently the only thing it shares with the original is its title character, and i'm sure she'll also be nothing like her animated counterpart.

edit because i didn't really expect anyone to see this: idk if the whole "getting rid of the romance" thing is true because after writing this i remembered that i've also heard something about the prince getting replaced with a new "robin hood-esque" love interest named johnathan?? so if they're still keeping him then there will still be romance i guess, it just won't be the classic fairytale romance snow white is associated with, and my frustration toward them choosing not to develop the prince into an actual character still stands. ESPECIALLY SINCE i also read that snow is supposed to "ride into battle with him"?! snow white?! imagine if in cinderella (2015) they changed prince charming into a roguish robin hood type and had ella fight battles with him. it would've been so weird and so far removed from the animated cinderella in a very jarring way. i hate it. also, because of an annoying tag i got on this post i also feel the need to add that i do NOT have a problem with "political correctness" or rachel zegler being latina lmao. i do, however, have a problem with her insulting the original snow white while openly admitting that she has not watched the movie since she was a child.

#i do not know what compelled me to write this and post it and idc if anyone sees it #i'm just. aaaaaaaaa #disney #snow white and the seven dwarfs #snow white #snow white remake

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Y/n, the child of Rhaenyra and Daemon is in love with her uncle Aegon and about to betray her mother and family so she can be with him. Her brother Jace is the first one she talks to.

platonic!brother!jacaerys x targaryen!reader x uncle!Aegon

“Aegon?…” the brown haired prince said in shock. “Out of all people you could choose from you want to marry our miserable brat uncle Aegon?!” Her older brother couldn’t believe the words coming out of his sisters mouth. “No.” is all he said to her for a moment. “I will not allow this to happen y/n. You deserve so much more. Cant you see? Mother lets you choose. You’re so lucky to not be having the duty of an political arranged marriage and yet you choose Aegon??? This can’t be your true choice darling sister.” Tears were starting to form in the princesses lilac eyes. “I love him Jacaerys. And he loves me.” Her voice was quiet and unsteady, aware of what her feelings to her uncle are causing. Her brother rolled his eyes and scoffed. “No he doesn’t y/n. Don’t be foolish. He’s a miserable piece of shit who’s disrespectful towards any female being and additionally a lazy unresponsive man.” Y/n’s blank face spoke millions of words and that’s when Jacaerys realised what the oldest of Alicents sons had done. Any kind of his facial expression dropped as he came to a conclusion he desperately wanted an answer to. “Did he take your maidenhood?” His voice was daring and concerned. “Did he y/n?!” he was getting louder and now looking furious at his little sister. In response Y/n just turned away from her brother to hide her tears as she silently sobbed into her hands. Jace has punched the wall as he took her rejection of the question as a confirmation of his suspicion. He muttered some swear words under his breath and tried to calm down again, now seeing that he has scared his sister with his rising tone. His face immediately softened when he saw y/ns shaking state in front of him. “Don’t cry sister. I didn’t mean to attack and scare you…I’m sorry” he hugged his younger sister and stroke her white hair as she sobbed into his chest. “I love him Jacaerys…” she said once again. Jace sighed and kissed to top of her head. “I know y/n… I know…”. They stayed like this for a while until y/n’s sobbing eventually came to an end. The white haired princess looked up at her brother with swollen eyes. “I know it is cruel and offensive to mother if I ask for Aegon. But I love him. I love him so much.” She took a step backwards, adjusting her dress before looking up at Jacaerys again. “And… and I will marry him. My father has seen us.” she said not even blinking once while staring into her brothers eyes. Daemon, her father, was beyond disappointed and mad hat her for giving herself to someone before marriage, especially to Aegon but the young lovers figured it was the only way they could be together. “He loves me. He treats me well brother. I know what he did and how he behaved in his past but I swear to you, to the seven even, he has never hurt me in any way.” Y/n reached for her brothers hand but he flinched away. “You’re betraying our family… you know how they treat us, you know that our mother is the true heir and you know exactly what Aemond has done to our brother …” y/ns heart ached at the name and memory of her little brother Lucerys but all those things couldn’t stop her heart from loving Aegon. “Jace please…”she pleaded but Jacaerys just shook his head and started to walk away, he loved his sister but he was deeply hurt by her actions. “Mother will cry herself to sleep if you tell her. You’ll be claiming her right of being queen as soon as you’re being wedded to Aegon. You’ll simply take her rightful place whilst you ally yourself with the enemy y/n. You’re turning yourself fully against us. All I ever wanted is to protect you and be there for you… all my life y/n … and now? Now you become a traitor and stranger to me.”

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #aegon imagine #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #hotd aegon #house of the dragon #jacaerys valaryon x you #jacaerys strong x reader #jacaerys valaryon x reader #hotd jacaerys

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hentyehottie · 2 years

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a/n: first work on this platform & looking for moots who also love black reader inserts

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 2.7k

c/w: 18+ MDNI'

language, oral sex (cunnilingus, rimming) f!receiving, roommates, college au, fingering, katsuki eavesdrops, or maybe you're just being loud lol, katsuki bends you like a pipe cleaner 😭

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You were beyond annoyed right now. Not only was traffic fucking terrible, you had bombed your chemistry midterm and it made you feel like shit. Now you were hoping to go in your room and rub your clit until you forgot about it. You were sure you weren’t going to say anything about it to Katsuki.

You could see it now. He’d shake his head in disappointment, another reason for him to call you a bimbo and dumb. He was always on your ass enough as it is, you didn’t want him going extra hard on you, especially after you had failed a test that was so important to your major.

“Hey.” Katsuki said as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

It was a cute apartment, a bit on the smaller side, but rent was affordable and even cheaper with a roommate. Plus, you had learned to tolerate your roommate so all was well.

He wasn’t the most respectful but he footed the big bills as long as you cooked and cleaned well enough. He even helped you with homework occasionally and you did the same when he rarely needed it. You even helped each other de-stress when it was absolutely necessary. It almost felt safe enough to call you and Bakugo friends.

“Hey Bakugo.” He was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast his usual routine after his early online lecture.

“How was your test?” He asked, spreading jelly over his toast, spooning his scrambled eggs onto one slice and sprinkling bacon bits on it before sandwiching both pieces of toast together.

“It was alright. Some things I knew, some I didn’t.” He listened to you as he began eating, starting with the pieces of egg that crumbled out of his sandwich and onto the plate.

“Fair enough, that tiny brain of yours is filled with gumdrops and lollipops anyway. How do you think you did?”

“Im not sure. Don’t kick me while I’m down.” Your tone was playful, or at least you hoped it was, and you hoped to leave the conversation at that.

“Listen, if you failed just do better on the next one. All you’re pouting is putting me in a shitty mood.”

It was hard for you not to be in a shitty mood. Bakugo had spent hours tutoring you, helping you study and cram for this stupid test and you still bombed it.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a bite, please?”

He rolled his eyes, holding up his sandwich, feeling generous enough to let you take the first bite. “Thanks Bakubro.” You answered playfully, draping yourself on his shoulders.

“God, don’t tell me you’re gonna start that shit like the rest of those goddamn extras.”

“Those extra’s,” You referred to Eijirou, Denki, Sero and Mina. “Are your friends. Don’t be mean.”

You walked over to get a napkin to wipe your mouth, passing one to Katsuki as well. When you were done you threw it in the nearly-full trash can.

“Can you take the trash out later, please.” “Yeah, grab me a Gatorade." You grabbed a bottle of water for yourself and a Gatorade for him, passing him the beverage before sitting across from him at the island. “Thanks.”

“Why are you watching porn in the kitchen, weirdo.” You peeked at his screen again to make sure you weren’t tripping. He had his AirPods in so you couldn’t hear exactly what was going on but sure enough, he was watching some dude in a dorm eating a girl out.

“I’m not watching porn dumbass, I opened Twitter and this shit was plastered on my screen.” Katsuki wasn’t pathetic enough to deliberately disrespect your common area like that, but that shitty haired, shark toothed loser just happened to send this video along with the message ‘You and —.’

When they’d found out he’d become roommates with a woman the idiots wouldn’t shut up about it and Bakugo found it really fucking annoying.

“I believe you,” You laughed. ”it’d be absolutely absurd to think the almighty Dynamight watched porn.”

He wanted to tell you that he didn’t have to. Hearing your moans and whimpers on the other side of the thin wall separating both of your bedrooms was usually enough to get him off.

He was a very visual person, and he couldn’t help but try to imagine what you were doing. Maybe fucking yourself with those stubby little fingers or rubbing your clit until you came. You were probably even hiding a dildo he didn’t know about.

“Kats don’t forget to take the trash out, I threw some egg salad away earlier and I don’t want it to start smelling. I’m gonna take a nap.”

Bakugo stood from the stool at the island.

“Stop bossing me around ya damn loser.” He said, watching your ass as you walked out of the kitchen. Katsuki began to gather the trash lying around in the kitchen and placed it into the trash can before tying up the bag and sitting it by the door. He had to work at seven so he’d just take it on his way out.

He washed his hands and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out of the kitchen. On the way to his room, right before he could open his door, he heard something that made his hand halt just as it reached the knob.

“Katsuki.” He knew unmistakably that those were your moans. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly. “Mmm f-fuck.”

He tried his best to carefully open the door, however the creak of hinge made you jump up. The cover slid down slightly, exposing a peek of your breasts before you pulled it right back up.

“A nap, huh?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tried your best to utter a reply but you were currently unable to form the simplest of words. You did plan on taking a nap, but after tossing and turning, you figured you’d have to put yourself to sleep.

“You gonna sit there like an idiot or go ahead and finish?” He asked noticing you were still sitting there. You could feel your orgasm fading just as fast as it built up and right now you were in the middle of a tough decision.

Either you could ignore Katsuki standing directly across from you while you masturbated to a video that the two of you made together, or you could shut the whole thing down and be dissatisfied as you contemplated dying of embarrassment.

As if he read your mind, he went on to say, “Today loser—just pretend I’m not even here, I just wanna see you cum.” He spoke, ruby eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“Well then maybe you could make me cum.” You seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside your heart was literally pounding in your chest. You were a completely different person during sex.

Unlike your usual sassy self, Katsuki noted that when the two of you were being intimate, you were always shy and quiet as hell. Always trying to suppress your moans and hide your face—which is exactly why he was a little taken aback. He tossed your phone over to the side, wanting your attention on himself. He looked at your phones screen and smirked to himself.

On your phone was a video of him fingering you. He knew it was him because of the distinct scars that years of fighting and training had put on him. The veins in his forearms bulging as he pumped his middle and ring fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

Bakugo could hear your soft moans emitting from the speaker of your phone, as well as his own deep, gruff voice mumbling out little nothings while he fucked you with his fingers. It was fuckin’ hot.

He recorded the video for you, since you wanted something intimate of your self to get off to. Plus it was shy little you, so this was probably the closest thing to a sex tape you’d ever make. He didn’t need any convincing, pulling his shirt off and kneeling onto your bed. He lifted your legs, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He told you leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your pouty lips. His hand trailed down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles around your clit through your panties. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck Katsuki..I wanna cuummm.” You whined, as your cunt clenched around emptiness, you were so close to a mind shattering orgasm earlier. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, grabbing your phone to lock it.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up ya fuckin’ brat.”

Last time he fingered you, he licked your cum right off of his fingers, which was probably a sight that was permanently etched into the depths of your mind.

This time he wanted it straight from the source.

“I wanna eat your pussy." Katsuki said, in the most serious tone you've ever heard his voice take. It always amazed your how straightforward Katsuki was.

“But, we're friends-"

"Then let me eat your pussy, as a friend." He rolled his eyes.

Here he was, sitting beside you’d playing with your pussy while the two of you kissed. Y’all had done way too much as it is for you to be throwing the 'friend' card. “If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again." He shrugged.

This had been something he wanted to do for a while, since you’d both started experimenting with each other sexually, but Katsuki wasn't going to beg. You paused for a little while, giving it some thought.

“And if I do like it?” “Then I’ll do it whenever you want. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

“...Okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“You sure?” He asked, hooking his fingers around the waist band of your panties. “I’m sure. It's just gonna be weird having you down there." You stated, covering your face with a pillow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Not like I haven't been down here before."

“Yeah, but that was so long ago and your face and tongue wasn't buried in my cooch." You reasoned, heart pounding in your chest as he slid your panties down your thighs. Spreading your legs as wide as they could go and bending them at the knee, he took a good look at your treasure, licking his lips.

“Damn, your pussy is so pretty." He said, sliding his finger between your lips.

You placed the same pillow over your face, hoping the bed would just open up and swallow you whole. You were extremely shy and Katsuki wasn’t making it any better staring at your vagina like a starved man. He placed his head between your thighs, propping himself on his left elbow, taking the same finger and rubbing circles around your clit, sliding down to press at your entrance.

There was no way to explain your scent as it flooded his nostrils and clouded his brain. It made the blonde absolutely feral.

"Can I?" Bakugo asked, giving you one last chance to opt out if you no longer wanted to let him do this. Crimson eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response.

A simple nod and a "mhm" was his confirmation as he tasted your syrupy cunt for the first time. He licked a fat strip from your ass all the way to your clit. He did it again and again and again—both your pussy and your asshole clenching around nothing as he dug his fat wet tongue into your pussy with vigor.

“Mmm.” He moaned at the taste, pulling his head back to lick at the remnants of slick that were smeared on his cheeks and chin, earning a whimper of impatience from you.

“Kats-,” You choked on your spit and your mind short circuited when the thumb of his right hand rubbed at your asshole, ever so casually trying to push its way in.

“You love when I play with that ass don’t you,” He emphasized his statement with gentle prods and rubs at your rim, teasing the little brown pucker to no end. “You’re Katsuki’s nasty lil’ slut right?”

“Yes, yes, yesss.” You nodded furiously, swelling the blonde’s chest with pride. “Good girl.” Katsuki gave your lower hole another lick, planting a sweet kiss on your asshole and sinking his sharp canines into one of your cheeks.

You knew you were clean, but the act itself just felt so dirty, so taboo, so damn hot.

He traveled up to your pussy, sealing his lips around your clit. He stared up at you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, lips wrapped around your clit like a fucking jolly rancher.

As if this moment couldn’t get any more euphorically intense, you felt his fingers slide into you. You let out something between a yelp and a scream, nearly losing your mind at the feeling of fullness you got from only his middle and ring fingers.

Katsuki found your g-spot almost instantly, the stretching from the thick digits along with him flicking the spongy area at the very top of your cunt had you creaming around his middle and ring fingers. Your toes began to curl and your body slightly rocked back and forth as he forcefully fucked his thick fingers in and out of you.

“Hold your legs.” He gruffly commanded, waiting for you to place your hands around your ankles and pull your legs up. You pulled them back as far as your belly would allow, now splayed out and presenting him your pretty pussy.

It was probably the sexiest shit he’d ever seen and he silently thanked you for those early mornings of yoga you’d endured.

‘Itadakimasu.’ He thanked whoever had given him the grace of enjoying such a beautiful spread.

Shifting his position, the blonde now lied sniper style in front of you. He placed both hands on your ass, spreading you further before he buried his face in your pussy again. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but your breath caught in your throat.

“Katsuki.” You ugly moaned his name as he alternated between a firmer, pointed tongue pressing hard on your clit, and a relaxed, flat tongue widely sweeping up and down over your entire vagina. No matter the technique, Katsuki was dexterous with his tongue and you jealously wondered how he’d come to be so good at eating pussy as he brought you closer and closer to the best ‘o’ you’d ever felt.

You gasped. Could he have been watching that in the kitchen for pointers?!

Bakugo ignored his rock hard cock, completely bent on getting you off before he even thought of himself. He kept licking and sucking, tongue bathing in your slick as he sloppily ate your pussy.

As much as he’d hate to admit, you were his favorite girl and he hated seeing you upset. He hoped this would help take your mind off that shitty test, and if it didn’t, he didn’t mind flipping you guys over and letting use his mouth however you wanted to.

Your thighs shook and your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth while you stared into his eyes. You two never looked away from each other, as the pressure built up inside.

“Katsuki! I’m cu-oh fuuuck.” You squirmed as tears of complete joy and pleasure streamed down your face. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your climax ripped through your body.

You layed there with your heart pumping, flinching slightly when his tongue brushed against your over sensitized clit a few more times.

“Fuck Kats, I-I can’t.”

You gasped out when his thumb began to rub circles over your puckered rim again. He hoped he could lick you into another orgasm but he could tell you couldn’t take it. You slumped over, laying on your side as your chest rose up and down rapidly.

That’s just how he likes to see you, fucked out and exhausted. Katsuki stood up straight and smirked, watching as your body occasionally jerked with violent tremors, satisfying him and filling his soul with accomplishment.

“Next time, gonna put my tongue in that cute lil’ ass of yours.” He marked his words with a heavy slap to your ass, watching your brown skin ripple around his palm. And with that he went to get a cloth to wipe his face and between your legs for the time being.

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closing a/n: If anyone’s wondering the reader is a nursing student and bakubabe is studying fire science!

#my hero academia #my hero x reader #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader #black reader #bakugou x chubby reader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #bnha smut #bnha bakugo smut #bnha x reader #bnha x black!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo fic #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #HentyeHottie

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that-student-that-has-homework · 3 months

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You WILL Have my Herbs 06

Diluc / Reader

Previous Chapters: Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6

Read the Full Story on Ao3 | Tumblr MasterList Here (Maybe even leave me a comment please? :3< )

Summary: Listen you just wanted to pick some plants, do some experiments, find some cures, and report back to your mentor. Unfortunately a handsome vigilante puts you in his debt and now you have to fight him to let you make it up to him.

Chapter 6: Purple Befitting Royalty

Master Diluc did say that he would handle explaining things to Sir Kaeya…

He did.

He also had the audacity to be surprised that you kept your promises. What? Did Mondstadters not keep their promises? Were promises so cheap in this country?

Hmm…perhaps you were taking this too personally.

Given what you’ve seen of Master Diluc, he didn’t seem to trust much outside of his immediate staff: like Adelinde and his butler. You were not only outside the staff circle, you were from outside the country, quite literally. A foreigner.

He likely only trusted people as far as he could throw them, and with your experience from that domain, he could likely throw them quite far. After all, he had only shoved you out of the way of danger (with one hand no less) and you vaguely remember bracing yourself for longer than you’d anticipated, momentarily wondering why you hadn’t smacked into the ground yet. When you did land you skidded for a bit too. Of course your attire and the smooth floor reduced the friction between surfaces and lended to that skidding, but no matter.

For the record: you’d hit a floating anemo slime while holding your polearm and popped it like a balloon. Truly an unfortunate occurrence as it was cute (if deadly). Master Diluc had pushed you before the remnants of the slime could smack you in the face.

Hmm…once you described it like that…did that mean he actually did trust people then? Were you using the idiom wrong? Because he trusted them as far as he could throw them and he had the strength to throw really far then…

You’d have to ask Thamtham. He was good at language and idioms and whatnot. You would make sure to do so in your next letter.

Ah…how did you get to this thought? Oh yes, Master Diluc. His lack of trust-which was perfectly reasonable given his… extracurricular activities.

Unfortunately, whether you would like to admit it or not: words could be cheap. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t experienced that yourself. But still…you promised!

You promised multiple times! And he-okay! That was enough of that. There was no use being agitated when you understood the situation.

To top it off he was also going to help you clear things up with Sir Kaeya. You ought to be grateful for that! You were, actually! This meant you could go hand in your due library books! And see Miss Lisa! Oh you’d missed Miss Lisa she was the-

He never said when .

Master Diluc never said when he would talk to Sir Kaeya.

Oh dear.

Oh no.

Your library books were due today , and you had heard that Miss Lisa zapped Sir Kaeya one time when he brought his books back late-from the man himself no less! He has never brought his books in late since, and the librarian corroborated the story (he deserved that zap apparently).

But beyond all that: you didn’t want to disappoint Miss Lisa! For all her unnerving traits (she always felt like she knew more than she let on), she was the most comforting presence in this foreign land.

You missed her. And her warm hugs. You could use a hug after yesterday. A violent shiver racked your body, leaving you to furiously shake it out of your system.

You inhaled deeply. You would go see her, and take some tea snacks with you. All would be fine, and you could ask her to hide you from Sir Kaeya. She would, she’d ask you about it a little, but she wouldn’t pry too much.

This meant you’d be safe from the cryo man.

That was rather disrespectful now wasn’t it? You meant you’d be safe from Sir Kaeya. Yes he uses cryo, and yes he’s threatened you, however as a self-respecting scholar you would conduct yourself as such.

With the thought of Miss Lisa’s warm hugs in mind you marched out into the shadows of Mondstadt. Taking care to use the backroads on your way to Good Hunter. Sara was wonderfully speedy with the snacks and you were on your way.

You know what? Sara was truly a blessed presence as well.

Anywho you were met with yet another blessing as the captain you were avoiding was not currently within the building. You’d asked the guards outside.

At last you arrived at the safe haven of Miss Lisa’s book littered domain. Libraries were always lovely. However this one was doubly lovely with the presence of the beautiful witch.

“Miss Lisa?” You called out tentatively.

“Oh?” You heard from behind a bookshelf, peering around it you couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face, “and I was just wondering if I would have to go and hunt you down myself.”

What?

“Now cutie, did you bring back my books?” She gave you a hospitable smile. “I gave you a generous extension on them, didn’t I?”

“Yes! Yes you did!” You immediately agreed and worked to summon the books. “I appreciate that deeply! Uh…am I late with my due date? Have I-did I? What’s the date?”

At that she let out a little giggle and gave you a gentle pat on the head, “you’re right on time darling,” she led you towards her desk, “I was just reminding you in case you forgot.”

“Oh, what a relief,” you slumped as you placed the small stack of books on the desk before you, and set down your tea snacks as well “for a moment I was afraid I had and you were disappointed with me.”

“Not at all,” her eyes crinkled as she smiled at you, taking a seat all the while, “I had a feeling you’d get these books back in time.”

“Then what was that about hunting me down?” You couldn’t help but question as she began looking each book over.

“Well I couldn’t help but notice my most consistent tea buddy was missing,” she spoke cheerfully as she logged the books back into the inventory, “given how hard you’d been working to provide for the knights I was worried something happened to you.”

“Oh,” though, “hunt has a rather threatening connotation doesn’t it?”

“Well,” her leafy eyes met yours from under the rim of her large hat, “if you’d run off before returning your books it certainly would have been a hunt.”

Eep!

Terrifying! She was terrifying!

Sir Kaeya was but a gust of air in the face of the maelstrom Miss Lisa implied. You currently sat within its eye, but should you exit her good graces…

You wished to never find out.

Well… actually you were a touch curious to find out. Not personally though! No, no! You’d like to be an observer.

Was that cruel?

No matter.

You found yourself fiddling with your fingers, and your words, “how…how have you been Miss Lisa?”

She smiled at you sweetly while she signed in the last book, “I’ve been well,” then she winked, “I’ve been missing my little tea buddy though.”

You felt your cheeks warm, a tentative smile taking your features.

“And no need for formalities cutie,” she rose and collected the books with an elegance you didn’t know existed in this world, “just Lisa is fine.”

“O-okay,” that might be a mild challenge, but you’d try.

You followed her as she moved to replace the books in their rightful places. Staring at the lantern on her hat it occurred to you that you hadn’t offered her any of your new products.

“Oh Miss Lisa! I mean-uh-Li-Lisa!” You quickly corrected as you summoned some soap from your pocket dimension. “I made some new soaps! Some of them were infused with cecilias and I felt the scent would suit you!”

Of course that wasn’t all you’d made.

“I also managed to make some soaps using windwheel asters and calla lilies! Oh and I made some mint oil, it was originally for Sir Kaeya but we agreed he’d purchase it from me and I made a lot of extra for others and-”

You were cut off by the tinkling giggle of the librarian in front of you, “sounds like you got a lot of work done.”

“I did! I still have a lot more to do, but I’m very happy I managed to learn about the local flora!” Your elation had you practically bouncing. “I even managed to practice using my vision using the tips you gave me!”

Oh. Your vision.

“I’m glad I could be of help,” she responded as she returned one of the books you’d been reading to its rightful place.

“Um Miss-uh Lisa?” You began tentatively.

She hummed in response, searching the shelves for a book’s rightful position.

“Could I trouble you with a favor?” You put your soap away temporarily.

The witch looked at you then, curious, “oh? What kind of favor?”

You fiddled with your fingers, picking at your nails a bit, “could you…could you tell Master Jean about my vision please?”

Her curiosity melted away into something amused, “oh! I already told her about it,” she said, looking back to the shelf and tucking a book away.

“I know you told me to keep it a secret, but I figured it would be best to let Jean know, for your own safety,” she turned to you again, “I understood it was Kaeya that you didn’t want to know about your vision.”

“It is mainly Sir Kaeya that I don’t want to know about my vision.”

“Why is that?” She asked as she studied the final book. “I admit I’ve been a little curious.”

Involuntary tremors shook you, but you responded all the same, “He’s endlessly suspicious of me as it is. He’ll likely accuse me of having this vision before arriving in Mondstadt and continue to accuse me of malicious intent.”

“Oh my,” the elegant lady looked at you, as she pushed the last of the books into place, her hand then settling onto her hip, “is that what he’s been up to lately?”

You tilted your head, brows pinching in confusion.

“He brought me a set of letters you’d written a while back,” her frown set in and you shrank, “they sounded a lot like you thought you might die darling, it was rather concerning, especially when I didn’t see you again for a while after that.”

“I’m sorry,” you found yourself looking at your shoes, “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“It’s nothing you have to apologize for,” Lisa placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, coaxing you to meet her gaze, “thankfully a nice pot of salve arrived after the letters, and the knight who brought it let me know you were alright.”

“Oh thank goodness!” Your shoulders relaxed. “See I wasn’t sure what exactly happened to the letters until Sir Kaeya…” you shivered at the memory, “asked? asked! about them…”

A sincerely amused chuckle left the witch as she guided you to a nearby work table. “So he had to go back and ask the source himself huh?”

“Pardon?”

“I knew there was no cracking that cipher you used,” she threw you a delighted smile, “it’s unlike any I’ve ever seen before.”

“Oh uh well,” you tittered nervously, “it’s a cipher a trusted friend of mine and I developed long ago.”

“So you were sending those letters to a friend then?” The witch plopped herself down in a seat, while somehow still managing to look elegant.

“Yes,” you nodded earnestly, hoping the witch would believe you.

She let out a long sigh, “when Kaeya came and asked me to decipher the letter, I confess I was curious what my little cutie was up to,” the librarian winked at you before her expression dimmed, “but it was so rude of him to try to go through a lady’s private letters!”

“You,” did Miss Lisa always have this glow about her? “You didn’t find me suspicious?”

You were likely imagining the halo atop her hat, however it suited the kind librarian so well, you could allow this delusion.

“Oh now cutie you have to know, those letters were very suspicious,” you felt a bit like a child being gently scolded.

“I see,” yeah that halo was a hallucination and you knew it.

“Now now cutie,” he reached out to grab your hand, “suspicious letters don’t make you suspicious.”

“What do you mean?”

“What was suspicious were the letters you left us,” she gestured for you to take a seat near her, “you sounded like you were concerned you wouldn’t get to see us again. I saw all of them, just to let you know. It was very thoughtful of you to leave Jean all those recipes.”

“Well, Master Jean is always working very hard so I wanted to make sure she could take care of her health even in my absence,” you quickly tried to deny the compliment, “it was only rational I would leave her with any remedies-er-knowledge I could to help her.”

The librarian’s gentle smile pushed her eyes into fond crescents at your knee-jerk reaction, “you didn’t give that little rebuttal much thought, now did you?”

She had you there.

“Listen darling, you clearly got yourself mixed up in something suspicious,” she gently stroked the back of your hand, “but someone who would face their fears to help other people? That’s not someone I would ever suspect.”

“But I-” you paused…you did kind of do that. Huh?

You practically melted under Lisa’s patient understanding.

“I found my savior,” you didn’t want to hide things from Lisa, she seemed to really care about everyone, “and I wanted to help hhhhiiieeee-them.”

“But they were going to do something risky?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “so-“

“So you wrote the letters just in case.”

“Yes,” you nodded again, “my savior doesn’t want people to know who they are, but I wanted to tell my parents what had become of me and that I loved them.”

“So the cipher was to respect your savior’s wishes?”

“Yes,” you shrank on yourself.

You heard a contemplative hum and then a chuckle, “I’m glad I scolded Kaeya then.”

You chuckled in return, “I am as well.”

“He sure is bored, isn’t he?” Lisa’s smile was wry. “How about we brew ourselves a pot of tea and you can tell me how much he’s been bothering you.”

The two of you made quick work of setting up for tea, before you knew it you two were each cradling a tea cup as you told her about the first time you met Sir Kaeya. You took care not to badmouth him, trying really hard not to stray from retelling just the series of events. She seemed amused by the story. You however, were exhausted, “I wish I knew what exactly about me is so suspicious? How can I stop appearing suspicious to him?”

Lisa set her cup down with a giggle, “well I’d guess he’s suspicious because you’re a really clever cutie, and a little awkward,” she reached over to grab a biscuit before continuing, “and he’s been bored lately and thinks it’s fun to play with you like this.”

“He ought to get a hobby instead of amusing himself with people like this,” you grumbled, “oh but I’d rather not gossip about him, especially when he isn’t present to defend himself!”

Lisa giggled lightly, assuring you that she had talked to him about it before. About his habit of toying with people that is.

The conversation lightened up from that point as Lisa asked you about how you’d spent the last few months. She listened attentively as you told her about all the different things you’d managed to learn out in the wilderness of Mondstadt. After a while she asked if you’d had the chance to meet Albedo or Sucrose.

“Oh?” Your brow pinched. “No, I don’t think I have.”

“They’re alchemists with Knights of Favonius,” she informed you.

“Alchemists?” you brightened. “I’m assuming they’re more knowledgeable than Timaeus?”

She laughed then, “absolutely! Albedo is our Genius Chief Alchemist. He’s incredibly knowledgeable, I think he’d be helpful to you.”

“Oh I’m always happy to find fellow researchers,” you perked up, “where could I find him?”

“His laboratory is in Dragonspine,” she hummed, “you’d need an adventurer to take you up the mountain.”

“I can’t go up by myself?”

“You could,” she frowned, “but if you’re not experienced you could easily die from the sheer cold.”

Yes you’d rather not depart this realm just yet. Your parents would never permit another expedition outside of Sumeru ever again. Though it wouldn’t matter at that point, would it?

“It would make me sad to lose my tea buddy, you know?” You felt yourself warm up from head to toe at the statement.

Your smile was wobbly as you threw yourself across the table to hug the witch who returned the hug with a smile.

“If you really want to go up to his laboratory,” she hummed, “you could put in a commission with Katherine over at the Adventurer’s Guild.”

You did exactly as she said…

Yet for whatever reason when you arrived there, you ended up receiving a hefty sum of mora instead. Apparently someone had requested the mora be delivered to you. But who-

Ohhhhh!

That…that…that!

GAH!

Master Diluc had impeccable stealth, it would make sense for him to sneak an attack like this! You couldn’t believe him! While you were trying to argue with the lady who was…refusing your refusal, strange as that may sound, you exasperatedly asked when this had been left. She’d been hanging on to the money for a very long time. Meaning the vigilante had put in this “commission” long before your conversation.

Seems like you’d have to visit the Dawn Winery before you could go to Dragonspine. Well it would be a fair way to pass the time you supposed…Katherine had said it would likely take a while before an adventurer would accept the request.

With the money safely in your pocket dimension, you made for the Dawn Winery…

You should check that Angel’s Share tavern first shouldn’t you?

That stubborn savior of yours did mention that he worked there from time to time. Sir Kaeya had also hinted at that once, likely for his own amusement.

It was only as you neared the tavern that you remembered that it was one of Sir Kaeya’s favorite haunts…well it wasn’t as if he would drink during the day…right? Master Jean commended him, that meant he was diligent enough not to drink during the day, and besides it was still morning, well noon, but much too early for drinking.

Right?

You stood a ways away from the small building. You didn’t want to go inside. Maybe you could ask Mr. Patton if your current target was present. The man seemed curious as to what you could want with his employer. It was good that he was vigilant, you supposed.

Now how would you evasively answer without lying? ‘Oh well I have something I need to return to him,’ wouldn’t be a very convincing response, you admit.

“I need to speak with him,” what a weak response, “we came to an agreement regarding business yesterday,” your pursed your lips for a moment, “however he failed to mention his prior deposits.”

“You mean he’s given you an advance payment?”

“Not really?” This money was clearly for services you’d already provided, and had explicitly stated you wouldn’t accept payment for. “It’s for the voluntary services I provided.”

The bouncer’s laughter shook his chest, the booming sound drawing attention to the two of you, “well Miss, I believe that’s what we call, a gift.”

“Absolutely not! I was indebted to him at the time!” Your patience thinned momentarily. “Sorry, I mean to say, my dignity simply won’t allow such - for such, I just,” you exhaled looking for the words, “there’s no way I could accept such an exorbitant sum.”

The bouncer was as immovable as the man he worked for, even if he was more merry, “now, now Miss, it’s rude to return a gift y’know?”

You let out a sigh, there was no point debating the matter with Mr. Patton. Looking at the bouncer again, “so is he here, or not?”

“He is,” the man nodded slowly, “but he’s busy, has a special customer right now,” he continued rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh. So you can’t call him out for me then?”

“Call him out?” He seemed surprised. “You don’t want to go in?”

“I don’t like taverns,” you replied simply.

That earned you a bemused look. “Well how about this,” he looked at the door, then back at you, “when the special customer comes out, I’ll tell the boss you came to look for him.”

“Without mentioning anything about the money,” you agreed, “please?”

“Sure thing Miss,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Thank you Mr. Patton,” you gave him what you hoped was a cordial smile.

“Not a problem.”

You wandered away from the bouncer, wanting to find a place to read in peace, but still observe the tavern to see when the so-called “special customer,” left. There was a ledge not too far from the aforementioned establishment, and it served as an excellent seat.

Taking out your current reading and a notebook from your dear backpack, you felt thankful you hadn’t gone all the way out to the Dawn Winery. While it wouldn’t have been a pointless endeavor as you would have gotten to see Miss Adelinde, it also wouldn’t have done much in helping you achieve your current goal.

While generosity was a virtue, and therefor a virtuous trait, you really wish your savior would allow you to be generous in return. Though it was strange he wouldn’t go back to recollect the sum. It wasn’t like it was a small amount of mora-no, it rivaled a basic research grant at the Akademiya, which is to say: is way more money than you could accept. Master Diluc had said not to worry about money before, but, still, with as much mora as he’d left behind, any normal person would have gone back to collect it!

Then again, Master Diluc was clearly an extremely generous person and not exactly “normal,” if his extracurricular activities were any indication.

You shook your head, rereading the page you’d been distracted from. You had never felt like you were particularly fast at reading, especially given Thamtham could easily read upwards of seven books a week- including thick, difficult volumes (not like he did much else) but you’ve been exceptionally slower since coming to Mondstadt. It felt like your daily to do list had essentially doubled, and now you had to deal with overly generous vigilantes too.

You missed home.

It was as you were attempting to reread the page yet again that something moved in your peripheral. Looking over the book-you made to quickly look back at the page open before you. You hadn’t seen anything. No, absolutely not, nopity nope nope.

Actually, maybe you should start making your way back to the inn…there was an ongoing experiment you were performing that you had to check on! Yes yes! You smiled as you made to collect yourself and walk away.

“Well well, if it isn’t my favorite apothecary,” shivers clambered up your spine at the cool voice that spoke.

Perhaps there was a local apothecary in Mondstadt? Your eyes darted around to look at anything but the threatening captain.

“Oh?” You could hear his frown. “Giving me the cold shoulder are you?”

You certainly weren’t! You weren’t being cold. You were actually cold! You wanted nothing more than to bolt and hide within a warm blanket! Now, how could you escape without being rude?

Without looking at the knight, you shook your head vigorously, jolting when he chuckled.

“My, always so jittery around me, aren’t you?” He sounded very amused. “There’s really no need to be so wary of me.”

You pursed your lips, your eyes widening at the exertion of force to keep your mouth shut. You refused to say anything to him. Though it seems your expression communicated your feelings well enough, given he laughed some more.

You refused to be his source of amusement any further. Glancing at the quite frankly terrifying captain, you gave him a curt nod to acknowledge him before promptly turning to walk away.

Of course that wasn’t enough to get rid of him as he followed, having no trouble keeping up with you with his long legs. He also continued the conversation, despite your lack of engagement.

“Thanks to you, Mondstadt's most eligible bachelor asked to see me!”

Who?

“What a lovely turn of events indeed,” your brow pinched, what was this incomprehensible man talking about?

“I ought to thank you then,” you stilled at that statement casting a glance to the very ominous presence to your side.

You were in public, he wouldn’t do anything in broad daylight in the middle of so many witnesses, would he? No he wouldn’t. Sir Kaeya had demonstrated he was very strategic, and given you weren’t particularly suspicious to anyone outside the knights, it wouldn’t be wise to accost you in the open.

You shook your head, forcing out a, “n-no thanks necessary.”

Hugging your books you forced a smile, “es-especially given I don’t think I really have any involvement in getting you the uh…the,” what did he say he got? “I mean I don’t think I had much to do with you meeting with the-uh-with getting you that meeting?”

He let out yet another little chuckle. Just what was it that was so amusing? Did he take pleasure in your panic? Er-discomfort? Did you look panicked?

Nevermind that, “well, I’ll be goin-”

“Now, don’t tell me you don’t know who Mondstadt’s most eligible bachelor is?”

You took in a deep inhale, followed by a prolonged exhale, “how would I know who Mondstadt’s most eligible bachelor is?” Really, was this man resorting to petty provocation because you didn’t want to converse with him? “I’m an apothecary, not a gossip.”

“Oh I just assumed you’d be able to figure it out yourself, clever little researcher that you are.”

You closed your eyes as you took in yet another deep inhale followed by an elongated exhale. You did not wish to give him the satisfaction of accepting his challenge, yet…yet you wouldn’t deny you were fond of puzzles like this…

Fine!

Clearly it was someone you knew, else he wouldn’t expect you to deduce the bachelor’s identity. It was someone Sir Kaeya seemingly enjoyed being around, but you didn’t know much about the knight, so that wasn’t helpful. Wait a minute! There was another hint from the captain: the other party didn’t seem to like talking with him.

You could understand why…or commiserate at the very least.

Anywho…

What made for an eligible bachelor anyhow? Graduation from a good school? Hmm, no, intelligence should be enough, Mondstadt didn’t seem to care too much about school credentials. What else? Good character, that was essential! Given the state of the world, perhaps an ability to fight…

A man from Mondstadt that you knew of with all these qualities? Truthfully it was embarrassing who came to mind first-wait.

Wait. Wait.

Goodness, it made so much sense.

Which meant-you turned to look at the Angel’s Share, finding the door open, with Mr. Patton likely keeping his word to you as he conversed with his boss. Meaning! Sir Kaeya was the “special customer,” and Master Diluc was finally free enough to take his money back!

Optimistic, weren’t you?

“Very well done Miss Apothecary! I knew you’d figure it out,” you heard the clap from your side, “that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Urgh. You’d revealed that you had indeed bothered with his silly games. Or had you? Maybe you were just checking the tavern because you’d remembered your desire to talk-

Hold on.

Master Diluc really was Mondstadt’s most eligible bachelor? He sure had a lot of titles…well only two, but still!

No but still! They were only two!

Everything made sense. Of course you’d had some kind of involvement! Your kind savior had mentioned he’d talk to your number one source of anxiety. Which meant…

You should be safe now…right?

Now, how would you politely exit this, frankly unwanted, human encounter? Sir Kaeya was painfully adept at socializing, and exceptionally skilled at trapping you as a result.

“Um, good…good day Sir Kaeya,” you nodded curtly at the captain again.

It wasn’t the best exit, but…if you were to be perfectly honest, you had very few other ideas. Hugging your book and notebook closer to your chest, you shuffled away in the direction of the tavern.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly let you go without repaying you,” darn him!

“I know!” Oh please let this suggestion be in your favor. “How about I buy you a drink?”

“No thank you,” you quickly shook your head, “as I’ve said before I hate alcohol, unless-”

“Unless it’s an antiseptic, isn’t that right?” Oh so he remembered that.

Then why was he offering to buy you a drink?

“Precisely,” you nodded again, “and you don’t-”

Wait a moment.

If Sir Kaeya was under the impression that he owed you… actually…It felt wrong to keep him under that impression. But you were only going to use it to preserve your privacy. So maybe you should, “keep him in your (alleged) debt?”

Hmmm. Yes, for the sake of your security you would refrain from “relieving” him of his “debt.”

“If you’re aware, then why offer me a drink?” You were mildly curious of his intentions.

“Why? Didn’t you just look over at Angel’s Share?” He nodded at the tavern behind you, however you kept your eyes trained on the tricky man in front of you. “I thought I could lend you my expertise, if you wanted to expand your drink palette.”

Hope as you might, you know your distaste at that response showed on your face-Sir Kaeya’s visible eye crinkling was proof enough.

You’d sooner drink a laxative tea than bother with “expanding your drink palette.”

“Tell me Sir Kaeya, how broad is your tea palette?” You challenged. “Your juice palette?”

Your opponent let out a hearty chuckle.

“No need to get so competitive now,” he placed his hands up in surrender, “I’m simply offering an acquaintance some help.”

“An acquaintance?” Your response flew out of your mouth before you could think to hold it back.

Then again, with how your eyes popped and mouth dropped, you really hadn’t needed to say anything.

“After all we’ve been through, I’d say we’re rather well acquainted,” his smile was “rather well” practiced, “wouldn’t you?”

Well…

“I suppose?” You shrugged. “Given acquaintances aren’t necessarily friendly,” acquaintances were simply people you were familiar with after all, “yes, by the strict definition, I suppose we would qualify as acquaintances.”

“How cold,” his accusatory tone did not match his bemused expression.

“P-perhaps you ought to get some tea and pancakes from Miss Sara at Good Hunter?” Sarcasm may be the lowest form of wit-but it also could function to get rid of Sir Kaeya.

It was annoying how charming his laugh sounded. Yet it sent chills down your spine as all you could think about was how adept he was with his cryo vision.

“Very well, it will be my treat,” that wasn’t what you meant! And he knew that!

You knew he knew that!

He knew that you knew that he knew that!

Dear goodness, where did this hospitality disappear to when he was threatening you yesterday?

“I’m preoccupied r-right now,” you forced a polite smile, as you started to back away, “so I’ll have to dec-decline.”

“We’ll have to schedule our tea date for another day then,” could he not afford you even a single victory?

“I can’t make any promises,” you shook your head, continuing your backwards march to the tavern, “well then, take care.”

You waved and quickly turned to walk away before he could say anything more. That wasn’t rude was it? Would your mother say anything if she saw this? She’d likely comment on Sir Kaeya more than your own conduct. If you were rude, you would have to apologize. But if you hadn’t been he wouldn’t have let you go!

Instinctively, well more like reactively, your next step was an arcing in place kind of motion, as you narrowly avoided walking into a mass that appeared in front of you. Looking up you noticed it was a rather beautiful mass and took a large step back to allow for a comfortable distance.

“Master Diluc!” You greeted. “Hello!”

“Patton says you wanted to have a word with me?” You blinked at your generous… acquaintance.

(He’d agreed you were acquainted back in Springvale hadn’t he?)

And wow! He really got straight to the point.

“How are you today?” You nodded at the man.

“No need for small talk,” he shook his head as he began leading you to the back of his tavern, “I’ve already agreed to solicit your services as I need them.”

Oh. Yes. That made sense. You felt your feet stop. He assumed you were trying to look after him. How awful was it that you were simply asking out of courtesy, and not genuine concern?

“Yes, sorry,” you shook your head, and rushed to catch up to the redhead, “I will refrain from disingenuous questions.”

“I wasn’t admonishing you.”

You hated the shame that was attempting-and kind of succeeding-to choke you.

“Yes,” you grimaced, “however I wish to be honest, and that question did not come from an honest place.”

“What do you mean?” He sounded curious.

“It was small talk, as you said,” you nodded at him, “rather than a genuine inquiry into your well-being.”

“There really is no need for an apology,” he waved your concern away, “what was the matter you wished to talk to me about?” He replaced the conversation onto its original track. “Patton said you seemed rather upset.”

You threw a glance over the tavern owner’s shoulder to the hefty bouncer guarding the door. He hadn’t mentioned the money, but he didn’t need to say you were upset! That was suspicious!

“The mora,” you had so much time to articulate your thoughts and hadn’t bothered to plan ahead, urgh, “you left a huge sum of mora at the Adventurers’ Guild.”

“Yes,” he nodded, “that’s for all the services you provided during the onslaught against Mondstadt.”

“I realize you didn’t have the time to recollect it yesterday after our discussion,” you considered summoning the bag of mora, however thought better of it, as you still didn’t want Sir Kaeya to know about your vision, “so I’ve come to return it to you.”

“Given I put that deposit in prior to the discussion, it has nothing to do with our agreement.”

“We agreed to wipe the slate clean and start off from zero though!” You insisted. “Me receiving money is not zero.”

“Consider it a gift then.”

He-

You blinked slowly, pursing your lips to try and contain your frustration. You knew he wasn’t going to make this easy.

“I’m afraid,” nope you weren’t afraid, you shook your head and reworded your rejection, “actually nope, not afraid, however I cannot accept this gift.”

The sum he was “gifting” was absurd!

“Is it customary to reject gifts in Sumeru?” You knew the shock showed on your face.

Somehow, just somehow …dealing with Sir Kaeya earlier had been easier than Master Diluc.

“No,” you shook your head, “we’re a generous people, so gift giving and treating one another is very common,” so was having a full blown battle over the bill, “however our dignity does not allow us to accept incredible sums as gifts.”

Especially not from relative strangers! You barely knew this man! And he was trying to give you what was essentially a research grant!

A research grant!

…

From the Akademiya!

…

The Sumeru Akademiya!

“So a smaller sum would be acceptable?” He asked as calm as ever.

No! He’s impossible!

“Given our agreement yesterday,” you shook your head, “the only sum I’d be willing to accept is a sum of zero mora.”

The slight frown his lips drew as he assessed you complimented the analytical composition the rest of his features arranged themselves in. Really, how was it that he was essentially a sentient painting? Not a single expression of his lacking in elegance or beauty? It was doubly agitating in this situation.

“Very well,” huh? Was he agreeing? “I understand your position very well.”

He does? Your brow pinched, your lips following them in a quizzical pursing motion.

“That sum was left on behalf of the Citizens of Mondstadt as compensation for the treatments you provided during the mysterious plague Springvale suffered from,” he nodded at you.

Was he?

“You mean like mora from a welfare program?”

“Precisely.”

You clicked your tongue before you even noticed. Slapping your hands to your mouth you began to rectify that, “sorry I didn’t mean to do that! It was really rude of me! I meant no disrespect!”

His expression lifted noticeably, a little huff accompanying the slight upturn at the corner of his lips. Somehow that calmed your panic, though it ought to have fanned the flames of your rage.

Dropping your hands from your mouth, you took a deep breath to release the tension in your body that was poisoning your ability to reason. Looking at the generous- unnecessarily generous-man you managed a leveled response, “the data I collected and research I conducted at the time is more than enough compensation.”

His pleased expression fell a little, meanwhile your expression softened, “accepting that egregious sum of mora is essentially extortion.”

With the tension gone (bless that deep breath) you truly felt ease as you continued what felt like a battle of wits. “It feels immoral and dishonest to accept money when I benefited from their misery.”

“You mean the data you collected?” You looked at his expression that had resumed being inquisitive.

You nodded, “uh, yes.”

“Your phrasing implied you’d had something to do with the spread of the mysterious plague,” he informed you, “had I been less acquainted with you, and your benign nature, I’d have suspected you of malicious conduct.”

You recoiled at that, blinking up at the man in mild horror, “with how you are, rather than being turned over to the knights, I’d be hunted,” you shivered, “by you. That spells out certain doom.”

Hmm…but would that really be worse than being hunted by Sir Kaeya? Between the two of them…you couldn’t be certain who was more terrifying to have as an adversary. You’d rather not be prey for either terrifying huntsman. Though maybe Master Diluc would be more merciful about it, as he’d bring about, “a rather swift, certain doom.”

You were pulled out of the momentary reverie by a short resonant chuckle. You met his gaze, and he gave you a bemused response, “you have a gift for evading me, so that doom may not be as swift as you say.”

“It would still be certain though,” you gestured at him.

“Of course,” his tone remained rather light, despite the subject material, “I’d go to any length to ensure the safety of Mondstadt.”

“Truly, I respect that,” you made to look him properly in the eye, “I do,” your lips pulled up wistfully, “had I the ability to protect my people, I would too.”

“Is that why you chose your profession?”

Huh?

“Oh I just wanted to be helpful,” you explained, “I wished to be useful to those around me,” oh hold on, “still do! Wish to be useful to people, that is.”

You watched your conversational partner fold his arms across his chest, “I meant to say that by healing the sick and wounded you are also protecting your nation.”

“Huh? I suppose so!” You hadn’t really thought of it that way! “I suppose I am technically fighting off an enemy,” you squinted as nothing in particular, “a significantly smaller enemy.”

“That’s no less deadly,” he was rather knowledgeable now, wasn’t he?

You let out a soft chuckle. Your eyes crinkled with the mirth-filled upwards curve your mouth was being pushed into. “I feel compelled to form an alliance with you for the remainder of my time here in the Nation of Wind,” you joked.

Not the most humorous joke, however you enjoyed it. You knew both of you would continue to work to help people regardless. However he would handle the large enemies and you the small ones. Therein lay the joke. Did that qualify as a joke? Well it was funny to you!

“Very well,” what?

You turned to the tall man who was nodding at you, “the conditions for this alliance are that you accept the mora.”

“I no longer wish for an alliance,” you deadpanned.

“You wish to make me your adversary?”

“Absolutely not,” you’d seen what he could be like as an adversary, in fact, “though, I’d say you’re already my adversary. We’ve been at odds since we’ve met.”

“Ah yes,” he paused, “due to your inability to accept the generosity of others.”

Oho? What an interesting way to frame it.

“I could say the same about you,” you gestured at him, “while I wasn’t necessarily offering because I was generous-”

“In which case you can’t say the same about me.”

That stopped your argument in its tracks. Snapping your mouth shut you gave the vigilante an unimpressed stare. “Well I couldn’t just let a debt go unrepaid.”

He heaved a sigh, “as I’ve said before, if I did rescue you-”

“Trust me when I say there is no mistaking that hair of yours-”

“It wasn’t motivated by you being in danger,” he continued, “it was to eradicate the threat to Mondstadt, so you offering your services was unnecessary, there was no debt to repay.”

“Put yourself in my shoes,” then again, “not like you’d ever be in my shoes though…hypothetically if someone offered you aid, you wouldn’t allow them, well you wouldn’t not compensate them in some way, would you?”

“I believe the mora you are desperate to return to me is proof of that,” he nodded at you.

You bit down on your lip. He did have a point.

“Fine,” you huffed, placing your hands on your hips, “you make a fair point. But can I set the terms of repayment?”

“Go ahead.”

Thank goodness he agreed. Looking around, you summoned the hefty bag of mora you’d received at the Adventurer’s Guild and placed it on a nearby table with a jingle. You then turned to the man who’d arranged the mora for you. You put on a sheepish smile, “can I get back to you when I have an idea on what I’d like?”

“No,” he folded his arms across his chest again, “you have a penchant for disappearing.”

“I wasn’t planning on not giving you an answer,” you huffed, “I’m not too sure what I need right-”

Oh! That’s right! You needed a place to dry and store your herbs. You’d originally intended to ask Miss Lisa, but this would keep you away from the knights’ headquarters and more importantly: Sir Kaeya!

“Do you happen to have any spare rooms at your winery?” You looked at him hopefully.

“Are you intending to stay at the winery?”

“Oh absolutely not,” you denied waving your hand to accentuate your denial, “I need a place to store my herbs and experiments, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind me leaving them there.”

“I have a few spare rooms I can lend you,” he agreed! Yes!

“One is good!” You brought your hands together in a single clap. “I’d rather not have the herbs make more than one room smell pungent.”

He gave you a little hum, eyeing you, “very well, collect your things so we can head to the winery and sort out which room you’ll be using.”

“Thank you so much!” Ah this was great! Hopefully you’d be able to accomplish a lot more with your remaining time now that you didn’t have to worry about storage! “I’ll be quick.”

You had barely rounded the corner of the tavern, when you turned back to the man you’d just struck a deal with, “is this perhaps less convenient than the mora?”

“No,” he answered simply, “you’ll be completely out of the way and we likely won’t see much of each other.”

Oh that was good! You nodded at him pleased with that arrangement, “so long as I am not inconveniencing you in any way.”

He simply gestured for you to hurry and collect your things. So you did.

Oh this would be excellent! The Winery was closer to nature as well! Harvesting, drying, and storing all the different plant species would be so much easier! You could also keep tabs on Miss Adelinde and replenish things for her as needed! You didn’t have to pay rent either! You could start saving up mora for your next destination!

Most importantly: you’d be far away from ever running into Sir Kaeya accidentally! If at all!

This deal was truly a steal!

Really…it was a steal. Well was it stealing when the other party agreed to it? You could always pay a small rent by offering services for free! That way you wouldn’t feel as bad about using the place.

Hehe. This was going to be great!

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