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#this morning i was causing them and now im creating them
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Call centers for URGENT CARE AND HOSPITALS are hell on earth
I think talking to the wall might bring better results
#they keep telling my nana to drink her meds#after she told them numerous times that she reguarly does and they dont help now#then they tell her that she could come#but not rn but she can call in the morning and see when she can come#its evening rn and she already called this morning#they cant send anyone to her house bc they dont have the permission from her doc who is not there atm#which like when the fuck does that man even work then???#cause he wasnt there this morning#he wasnt there this evening#so she can hope he is there tomorrow and call him and ask him to allow them to come to her home and do a SIMPLE CHECK UP and take her blood#also told her she is being paranoid multiple times#this woman waited weeks for her meds to work again#is in pain all the time#but yeah no she is being paranoid for sure#just what the fuck#also i guess we dont have half the machines and scanners we should have#like they told her we dont have an EKG???#im sorry wtf do you have then#do you just go with the vibes like what????#i know i am going to rage so hard when i go into my career#and probably cry a lot because i cant imagine being a part of creating a machine that helps detect something with more precision or faster#and then my own country and my own ppl not being able to use it#like i would sob on a nightly basis#and the worst part is i would have no influence over where it sells and for how much#bc i had a very rude wakeup call a few yrs ago that scientist and engineers mostly only create and only a few can choose how it sells#so i cant just be giving it at the lowest price possible like i thought cause it wont be my decision to make🤡#anyways i went on a tangent i am sorey#vent post
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xmalereader · 1 year
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Leon S. Kennedy RE2R X Male Reader
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Authors Note: IM ALIVE YOU SONS OF BITCHES and I bring you some porn. I want to apologize for the long hiatus that I had, but during my long ass break I was able to do some writing along with creating new ideas now that my era for Leon and Conner are back it’s possible that I will make many more crossovers between these two and more!!
Summary: Reader is a mafia leader who becomes attached to none other than Leon Kennedy after the new rookie saved his life.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, blowjobs, RE2 Leon, sub Leon Kennedy, Dom reader, mafia leader, alcohol, possessive, manipulation, death, language, more plot than porn, mentions of murder, modern AU, no umbrella, no virus, rookie Leon, officer Leon, slight angst, some fluff too, slight dark theme, praise kink, good boy kink.
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Leon didn’t know how he ended up in this position, sharing the same bed with the cities most powerful and dangerous man ever of Raccoon City. He didn’t expect himself to spend passionate nights with a deadly man who will kill anyone wit
He met Y/n by accident. He was injured and alone in an alleyway, his torso held a bullet wound as he coughed up blood. It was pouring that night and Leon was on patrol when he found the man, slumped against the wall as he quickly helped him. Leon had no idea that the man he was helping was Raccoon City’s most feared mafia man. The leader of the brotherhood who caused trouble for the city but kept his work clean and hidden.
He had bandaged him up and carried him back to his place due to his patrol shift being over and living close to the area. He provided him a place to rest for the night until the next morning, Y/n was a lot better. He looked healthier and the bleeding had stopped, Leon had wanted to ask for his name or help him return home only for his apartment to be stormed in by men with guns out and pointed at him.
Y/n had stopped his own men from shooting his helper and demanding them to lower their guns. It only took Leon a few minutes to figure out who the man is, putting the pieces together Only to find out that the man sitting in his apartment was the most wanted man. Leon was in shock to even move or say anything as Y/n collected his things, thanked him and left with his men.
Leon didn’t hear from him again until two months later. He meets Y/n on accident again, bumping into him when arriving to the towns bar to get a drink due to the stressful day that he had and in hopes of finally relaxing only to find out that Y/n’s owned the bar and that he too, was relaxing on the same day as him.
Y/n knew not to mess with the RPD, but couldn’t help himself to approach the young officer and Introduce himself properly. He gives him his name and offers to buy him a drink which Leon kindly rejects until the other pushed on, convincing Leon to accept the offer as the two sat side by side at the bar.
Drinks in hand as the weather outside grew cloudy and rain began to pour. Leon knew how to control his alcohol, but due to todays stressful day he ended up drinking more than what he was suppose too. His tipsy self had automatically opened up to the Mafia leader, telling him about his past and the fact that his parents were murdered and that he was on his own. Telling him that his parents killer was never captured and how the police gave up on his investigation. He grew up wanting to be an officer of the law in order to help people.
Y/n felt sympathy for Leon, smiling sadly at the man as he removes the drink from his hands and replaces it with a glass of water. Leon was in pain and still grieved for his family along with blaming himself on the death of two cops that he befriended on his first day only to loose them that same week. It was during a shoot out that he lost his friends, causing his stomach to twist and fill with guilt.
After that he stopped asking for partners and rejected them, too afraid to lose another.
Y/n watched Leon spill his feelings and thoughts to him. Too drunk to probably remember the events tomorrow as he rambled away, getting the other man’s attention who listened closely. It wasn’t until the clock stroke midnight that Y/n helped Leon get back home, offering him a ride and driving in the silent car as the officer next to him leaned his head against the window.
Upon arriving to Leon’s apartment he’d help him inside and gently lie him down in bed. He’d also remove his gear and make sure that he’s comfortable. Before he passed out, Y/n had leaned down to whisper soft encouraging words to him, praising him for his hard work and reassuring him that the death of his partners wasn’t his fault.
Leon had already fallen asleep, giving the other man a glimpse of his vulnerability. After that night when Y/n returned back to his own home he couldn’t help but think about the young officer who had helped him and let him know about his past. The expression that Leon did when talking about his family and friends caused him to grow protective and perhaps a hint of possessiveness that the cop riled out of him.
The next few weeks end up with Leon receiving special intel from an anonymous user who gave him locations of drug labs along with criminals full names and background. He didn’t know what to think about and figured it was fake until he presented it to his director who looked into it and sent a team out to investigate while Leon was stuck behind a desk.
Imagine there surprise when the intel they received was true, bringing in multiple criminals with various evidence of their activity. Leon had given the file of evidence that sat on his desk a glance, eyes narrowed as he clearly knew who it came from. He didn’t tell anyone when he made his way to the bar, keeping his uniform hidden and entering the place. His eyes scanning the room until they land on Y/n who casually drank a glass of whiskey with his other comrades.
Without hesitation Leon had tossed the file on to the table towards him, getting Y/n’s attention.
Y/n eyes the file and sets his glass down.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” Leon asks while Y/n flipped through the file, turning to his men and clearing his throat. “Why don’t we discuss this somewhere else?” He collects the papers and comes to a stand, glass in hand as he drinks the last amount of alcohol before making his way towards the back where Leon followed.
“I’ll be in a meeting, make sure no one disturbs has.” Y/n had told two guards who stood at the entrance of his office door as they both nod in understanding.
When entering the office the minute the door closed behind him, Leon is quick to hold his gun out. Aiming his weapon at Y/n who leaned back against his desk, showing no signs of fear.
“Why give me this?” Leon asks, nodding towards the file in Y/n’s hand.
“I simply wanted to help.”
“Bullshit, the mafia doesn’t give a shit about this city.”
Y/n frowns. “This one does.” He tossed the file on his desk.
“What do you think I do here, Leon?” Y/n’s voice is full of venom as he pushed himself away from the desk, taking small steps forward and approaching Leon who takes hesitant steps back.
“I know that your a criminal and that you've killed many people. I know that you launder money and don’t care about the law.” Leon’s hand grips tight around his gun, heart racing as the other takes another step forward.
“I’m cleaning up the streets, I’m doing what your people can’t.” Y/n began to explain. “I’m making this place better by putting the bad people down and protecting those who need it.” He lifts his hand, fingers gently wrapping around the gun as his face softens. “I’m protecting people from experiencing a tragic death—just how you lost your parents.”
His words cause Leon to freeze in place.
“Do you really want people like that roaming freely?” Y/n lowers his gun, fingers moving up the gun and to Leon’s wrist where he pries the gun away from his hand. “I looked into your parents—I know that your upset because the man who killed your parents is roaming freely and continuing on his work. I know that the man who did it has killed more families after yours and faced no consequences because he was never captured.”
Leon gasps, feeling the others fingers grip his chin and facing him. “I can change that. Let me change that.” Y/n’s voice is soft and seductive. “Let me help you.” Leon can feel his warm breath against his face, the others eyes darting down to his lips before looking him in the eyes again.
Leon should be pushing back, pulling away from the man in-front of him only to cave in to his seductive words as the other swoops down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, catching Leon by surprise as he feels his warm tongue caress his lips open. Y/n’s hands are on his torso, pulling him closer, their chests pressed up against each other.
One minute, Leon is kissing the cities most wanted man and the next he’s bent over his desk while Y/n fucked him from behind, hands on either side of his head as he whispered praising words.
“Look at you, taking me in so well.”
“You’re perfect.”
“My good boy.”
“All mine.”
Leon had sobbed out a moan, pleasure coursing up and down his body as he allows the other man to do as he pleases, hitting all the right spots. Feeling a pair of warm lips, kissing and marking his neck as he picked up speed on his thrusts. Leon’s moans and whimpers echo around the office, ignoring the thought that the guards outside could hear everything.
Ever since that first day they spent together, Leon didn’t stop visiting.
Y/n’s men has grown concerned at the fact of an RDP officer visiting and knowing their location, worried that he would later turn his back against them and giving up their location. But, Y/n had reassured them that he kept Leon on a tight leash and will do anything to make sure that it wasn’t broken. He’d provide Leon names, locations, dates, deals, anything to keep him from betraying him and Leon never noticed his charisma.
Their relationship continued on for three years, enough time for everyone to know that Leon Kennedy was fully under Y/n’s control.
“Leon.”
Leon is startled by Y/n’s presence, upon entering his own apartment that Y/n had tried to convince Leon to sell and move in with him but the young officer had grown attached to his new home awhile back. Y/n knew that he couldn’t argue with Leon and allowed him to keep the apartment.
“What are you doing here?” Leon is quick to asks, eyeing the man up and down and taking in his appearance. He wore an all black suit, hair brushed in a proper way as he sat in his living room couch.
Y/n sighs softly and comes to a stand. “I’ve come to let you know that I am to be heading out on a business trip to France.”
“France?”
Y/n nods.
“What exactly is it? If you don’t mind me asking.” Leon questions, removing his shoes by the doorway and setting them aside before moving to his vest.
“I found out that my little brother has gotten himself into some trouble and must go to clean up his mess.” Y/n had rolled his eyes at the thought of his little brother causing a mess back in France, perhaps getting himself killed in the process which wouldn’t surprise Y/n by a lot. His brother was known to cause trouble, he was in charge of an assassins organization and wouldn’t be too worried if he found him dead due to him double crossing people on deals.
Instead he focused his attention on Leon, giving him a faint smile. “I’ll be back sometime next month.”
“A month?” Leon stumbled in his step, removing his pants as Y/n steps forward to keep him up right and chuckling. “Yes, my love. This business can end up taking some time and I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” He whispered his last few words, lips pressing up against his cheek and trialing down to his jaw.
Leon shudders under his touch, leaning into him as he sighs deeply against his neck.
“Y/n—“
“Don’t talk, just relax and let me take care of you. Let me hold you tonight before I leave.” He placed his hand behind Leon’s neck, fingers grazing against his jawline before pulling him into a kiss as Leon pressed up against him, lips slotting together in a perfect fitting form.
Leon felt Y/n’a hand slowly stroke down from his side, sensual heat spreading under his skin as Y/n lowered himself down to his knees, pushing him up against the wall. A gasp escaping between his teeth as Y/n’s spreads his thighs. Leon’s eyes widen, whining as he felt his fingers graze over his hard on.
“Shit, your adorable.”
He hears Y/n purr, pressing his face against his thigh, licking and biting until his fingers wrap around the waist hand, pulling his boxers down to free his hard on. Leon hissed, head falling back and can hear Y/n chuckling below him.
“Don’t hold back.” His hand is wrapped around his cock, giving him a few strokes before placing a kiss on his head, feeling him shutter and squirm under his grip as he smirked. He doesn’t wait to take in his length in a smooth sweep.
“Y—Y/n!” Leon’s eyes widen, hand balled into his hair as he threw his head back. He could feel y/m nose brushing up against his crotch, subtle but overwhelming all at once. The hot wet heat of Y/n’s mouth around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure stuttering up his spine. The man sucked him off, humming pleasantly, and Leon could feel tears prickling the corner of his eyes, overwhelmed with sensation as Y/n held his hips down hard against the wall. “P-please, I’m—I’m not gonna—”
Y/n pulled off him with an obscene pop, grinning down at Leon as he looked up with him desperately.
“You can cum, it’s okay.” He said, making a show of licking his lips. He went back down on Leon, and the man bit his lip, hard, trying not to buck into Y/n’s mouth as he fought the noises escaping his mouth.
Suddenly he felt a wet finger brush against his entrance, and Leon’s eyes went wide. His orgasm ripping through him, hand gripping the receivers hair and bucking into his mouth, releasing his relief. Y/n bucked off him, chuckling to himself as he licks his lips and swallowed down his cum, cleaning his mouth with the back of his wrist and glancing up to Leon.
“Oh my god.” Leon breathed out, leaning against the wall as he pants. “That was—“ his face grows red, embarrassed to say anything else.
Y/n stands from where he kneels, brushing their noses together, hot breath against his lips as he pulls him. Their lips slotting together, Leon came taste himself on his lips and whines in pleasure, pulling away and licking his own lips. The man before him grins widely, fingers trailing up to grip the back of his neck.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
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irisintheafterglow · 5 months
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hear me out....Hawks hcs with a significant other who has a Chemist/Potion quirk. Like im talking a buncha potion bottles and glasses of little remedies they've made and have yet to test 🙏. Kei would occasionally find her notebook on the counter or table, the notebook being filled with ideas of new mixes or something specifically for healing for Keigo when he comes home injured
Also love your work! Some of the best things I've read have come from your page
good chemistry (pun intended)
cw/tags: fem!reader, established relationship, pet names (my girl, love, baby)
note: YASS YOU ARE COOKING and so is reader!! please excuse any chemistry misrepresentations i got a 2 on the ap chem exam LMAOO. thank you for the love, i hope you enjoy this!!!! been a hot minute since i wrote for keigo and i missed him :))
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"you've got a visitor."
you startle when your coworker's head peeks into your lab, carefully setting down the beakers of volatilely combustible liquids on the black counter of the bench. she tilts her head to the side, urgently commanding you to check out whatever was making her so concerned. slipping off your gloves and sliding your goggles up on your forehead, you thank her as she opens the door and your jaw hits the floor. talking to an obviously starstruck receptionist was your boyfriend, still in his flight jacket and sunglasses and causing the biggest scene you've witnessed in the office since all might accidentally set off the sprinkler system. golden eyes flick over to you in the doorway and his mouth breaks out into a dazzling smile, one that has your coworker clutching the back of a chair for support.
"there's my girl," he murmurs, embracing you with strong, open arms and a chaste peck on your forehead, right under your goggles. you can feel the jealous eyes of the entire staff, but all keigo only pays attention to you. "you look beautiful today, birdie."
"you're saying that because i have goggle marks on my face, kei," you remark, unfazed, and he shrugs in defeat. red feathers sprinkle onto the floor and you make a note to remind him to recall them before he leaves.
"eh, worth a shot. you're unfortunately immune to my charm, now. just means i have to come up with some new lines." you scoff despite your racing heartbeat. with his stupid superhuman senses, he definitely knew exactly what he was doing to you.
"shouldn't you be on patrol?"
"i am, but i wanted to see you and bask in your radiance," he grins boyishly, running his tongue over a sharp tooth. despite every cell in your body wanting to drag him into the nearest supply closet and kiss him until you're breathless, you're still skeptical about the unexpected visit. his voice drops to a low, private octave that sends goosebumps up your arms. "also, i think you left a certain notebook on the kitchen table." your eyebrows blast off into the ceiling, panic overtaking you as you whirl your head toward your lab where you thought your formula book was.
"oh my god, did someone take-"
"no, baby. you're okay," he reassures you and the notebook magically appears from the depths of his jacket pockets. "i'm glad i picked it up before i left this morning," he chuckles. for good measure, you flip through the worn pages to verify that every experiment was, in fact, still there. exhaling a deep sigh of relief, you meet his gentle gaze with a thankful smile. the pages were worth more to you than any sum of money, since it held all the formulas for the antidotes and counteragents you made for keigo when he was injured.
you'd created it after he asked, between colorful strings of expletives, why getting patched up hurt more than the actual injury. being the loving partner you are, you decided to do something about it. your quirk allowed you to visualize all possible outcomes for a chemical reaction depending on the quantities of reactants and lab conditions. it ensured that every experiment you instigated would be successful, as long as you followed the conditions in your head down to the air temperature of the lab. your recordings in the notebook started as a simple antiseptic that didn't have the sting of store-bought bottles, one that could douse a wound without so much as a flinch from the injured patient. now, you were part of an independent company that created first aid products for heroes to use and distribute during rescues. and, it was all thanks to the oversized chicken-man that slept in your bed.
"whatcha workin' on right now?"
"some stronger eyedrops for eraserhead," you reply, taking his gloved hand and guiding him into your lab. he delicately picks up a few beakers, inspecting their color through the bottom of the glass like a kid in a soda shop.
"like the stuff you put in my eyes when-"
"when you got hit by that smoke quirk, mhmm," you hum, milling about in front of the shelf of chemicals. "if i figure this out, it'll also help when your eyes get dry from flying."
"you mean, when you figure this out," he reminds you, turning you to face him and pulling you close by your hips. he leans into your hand when you card your fingers through his wind-mussed hair, melting against your touch. "there's nothing in this world that you can't do."
"you're a really sappy guy, you know that?"
"i know it, as much as i know that you're never getting rid of me."
"you promise?"
"as long as the birds still fly, baby."
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blue-jisungs · 14 days
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peanut butter & tears
author's note. i once planned a very angsty jeonghan fic but if u know me,,,, well u know im not big n great on angst. so here's my another, a lil softer but still,, yk,, angsty attempt!!! i just, as a writer, wanna explore n write all the genres possible so it was bound to happen !!!! >:)
summary. suddenly one day things just weren’t the same anymore
word count. 564
warnings. angst muahahahaha
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the sun rays gently brushed against jeonghan’s skin, causing him to slowly stir awake. lazily opening his eyes – only to close them again due to the brightness of sunlight – his hand started looking for you. the man’s arms were covered with goosebumps from the cold. he just wasn’t sure if it was the chilly wind dancing outside that got in because of the open window or because of the freezing absence of you. jeonghan fought a yawn and rubbed his eyes, trying to gain some morning consciousness. then, he stood up and slowly waddled to the kitchen. you sat by the kitchen table, back pressed to the cold tiles. two sets of cutlery were set perfectly even, beige cups filled with steaming tea contrasting with the overall whiteness of the kitchen. at first, it bothered him – cabinets, tiles, counters, even the fridge – everything snow white. but he got used to it. the kitchen was cold too. shivers once again ran down his spine, head to toe. but jeonghan was quick to localize the source: the fully open window. even though it let in the sunshine, the wind was like a silent robber sneaking in. he noticed you were cold too; goosebumps adorning your arms and neck. “y/n?” jeonghan asked quietly, leaning against the doorframe. your gaze was stuck outside, clearly absentminded and in deep thought. your finger was tracking shapes on the table, nudging the plate with peanut butter sandwiches you made. then he noticed it. pearly tears balancing at the edge of your water line, wet stains on your cheeks. the clock hit 5:00am with a sharp yet quiet beep. however, in the heavy silence of your shared place the sound was awfully, burdenly loud. the bills on the stove rustled due to the sudden gust of air, making you suddenly take a sharp breathe. blinking away your tears, only to wipe them with the back of your hand, you turned your gaze to jeonghan. “it was the wind” you explained the tears but by his expression you knew he saw through your disguise. the air in the room was thick. no words were exchanged but you both knew something was coming. it was inevitable, like a heavy storm when grey clouds cover up the sky. “your tea is gonna get cold” he mumbled. the door was opened wide, the freezing breeze running freely through. for a moment you stared at each other. “jeonghan, i…” you started, lump creating in your throat. “i know” you closed your eyes, nodding. your relationship had been hanging on by a thread for a while now, he saw it coming. he just didn’t expect it… tried to believe it won’t happen. yet… “why the sad face?” you mumbled, trying to smile. jeonghan didn’t even realize when his bottom lip started to quiver and it got harder to breathe. iron grip tightened around his lungs as he watched you stand up. maybe it was a negative thing, after all. being able to understand each other without words. “i’m sorry. you just… deserve better” your voice broke, your hair softly moving because of the wind. passing him in the door, the smell of you hit his nose for the last time. your relationship started with you being strangers and then turning to be his lost lover. and now it was just your peanut butter and his tears.
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happybird16 · 9 months
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Im on fire today I guess but now I just cant stop thinking about Levi's chest. Suggestive
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“You want me to do what now?” Levi asks, his tone filled with incredulity. His expression contorts with a mixture of confusion and exasperation, his eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to comprehend your request. He has just finished his morning shower, and droplets of water cling enticingly to his well-defined, muscular torso. His pale skin is still soft and flushed from the heat of the water. The soft overhead light highlights the sheen on his flesh, adding to the allure of the moment.
You’ve interrupted Levi as he is in the midst of choosing a shirt, causing him to twist around to face you with an incredulous look from around the closet door. His gaze meets yours, and he tries to make sense of your unusual request.
"Can you do a couple jumping jacks for me? Shirtless?" you ask again, your eyes fixed on a bead of water trailing down between his pectorals, unable to resist the temptation.
Levi's response is swift and resolute, his tone short and clipped. "No," he answers firmly, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. He reaches for a grey t-shirt hanging on a nearby hanger, hastily pulling it over his head. "Not going to happen. I love you, but I'm not hopping up and down for your amusement."
You playfully whine, exaggerating your pout and pushing out your bottom lip. Raising your hands, you motion vaguely towards his chest. "But I want to see them bounce," you protest, your voice filled with playful longing.
His hair is still wet, and you can spot bits of moisture darkening the fabric of his chosen t-shirt, wetting it to cling to his muscles. Levi rolls his eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Nice try,” he says, his voice laced with amusement. “I'm not falling for some puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip.” Closing the distance between you, Levi envelops you in his arms, his hip pressing against yours. His thumb gently tugs at the skin of your bottom lip. “I do enough weird shit for you on a daily basis.”
A frown creases your forehead as you tug at the bottom hem of his shirt. Desperate to get your way, you intensify the quiver in your lip, attempting to coax some wetness into your eyes. “Please?” you plead, hoping to sway him with your earnest expression.
Levi sighs heavily, his frustration palpable as he rolls his eyes and throws his head back in an exaggerated manner. The movement is accompanied by a slight slump in his shoulders, as if he’s momentarily resigned to fulfill your request. “Fine,” he relents, his voice tinged with mock exasperation. Jerkily, he pulls the fabric of his shirt back up and over his head, tossing it onto the nearby bed. A playful smile tugs at his lips. “But just this once, and you owe me big time.”
A mischievous spark dances in your eyes as you celebrate your small victory. You can’t help but feel a surge of excitement as you watch Levi willingly position himself in the center of the room, his bare chest on full display. The play of light accentuates the contours of his sculpted physique, highlighting the definition of his muscles. With each leap of his jumping jacks, his muscles flex, their strength and power evident in every movement. The droplets of water that still cling to his skin glisten and shimmer in the light, casting a mesmerizing effect. The sight is almost hypnotic, drawing your gaze as his body moves through the air.
As Levi jumps, you can’t help but appreciate the natural elasticity of his pectoral muscles. They bounce rhythmically with each leap, an enchanting display of their inherent flexibility. The contrast between the firmness of his physique and the dynamic movement of his muscles creates a captivating visual spectacle. It’s as if his body is a work of art in motion, his bare chest an exquisite canvas where strength and grace harmoniously collide.
Your gaze remains fixed on Levi, captivated by the fluidity of his movements and the enticing bounce of his chest. As the jumping jacks come to an end, Levi stands still, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He gives you a knowing look, a playful challenge evident in his eyes. “Satisfied?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “Can I put my shirt back on now?”
A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you shake your head, relishing in the playful mischief that has taken hold of the moment. “Not yet,” you reply, your voice laced with excitement. “Can you do a couple more?”
Levi lets out a loud sigh, a combination of amusement and exasperation. He playfully rolls his eyes, knowing exactly where this is heading. “Don’t you dare start on how you want to hold them,” he warns, a playful tone in his voice.
You giggle mischievously, feigning innocence. “Who, me?” you ask with a sly smile. “I was just going to suggest admiring the bounce from a different angle. Maybe a slow-motion replay?”
Levi can’t help but chuckle at your playful response, a mixture of amusement and disbelief on his face. “You’re incorrigible,” he says, shaking his head in mock exasperation. Adjusting the band of his grey sweatpants, he mutters under his breath, “What a way to start the day.” Despite his playful complaint, it’s clear that he was enjoying the spirited exchange.
After a moment, Levi relents and decides to indulge your request. “Alright, a couple more it is,” he concedes in an exasperated tone. With a mix of mischief and snark, he adds, “Do you want to pull up a chair? Get yourself a ‘better view’?”
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wiliowisp · 7 months
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The Act of Recovery ❦
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Word Count ➻ 2.1k
Pairings ➻ Ominis Gaunt x gn!MC
Warnings ➻ injury, mention of childhood abuse, mention of death
Tags ➻ third person POV, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, tending to wounds, animagus!Ominis, a lil smoochin
A/N ➻ funnily enough this idea came from a dream i had where i smooched ominis. my subconcious got my back fr. it ended up being more plotty and angsty than i intended but im physically incapable of writing something without angst so here we are.
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Summary:
Ominis attends his late father's wake, finding his family abhorrent—as usual. He escapes in his animagus form, before running into poachers. Gravely wounded, he finds himself in the cottage of an old friend, and their familiarly gentle hands.
The morning was still, the chirping of various birds creating a sweet symphony beyond their window. The sky was daffodil-yellow and power-blue, the last vestiges of sunrise folding themselves behind the horizon. Beyond their kitchen window, a blue jay cried its song from their tree.
It was a quiet life. ‘The new fifth year,’ as they had been addressed for so long, managed to carve out a peaceful, safe home for themselves post-graduation. Death had found them at every corner when they were only fifteen, with that realization of its imminence, the want for simplicity became their only desire. They had been a hero, now they wanted to rest.
Of course, they could not avoid trouble forever. Sebastian had his way of bringing it to them, but never to the capacity which he did in his fifth year. He had been spared Azkaban, so he repented, spending tireless days in St. Mungos, soothing those struck by the same curses he used to wield. As in everything, he excelled as a healer and devoted his life to furthering research in that field. This did not stop him from causing trouble from time to time, reading things he shouldn’t, but he had learned to stop himself. He had grown.
At their table, they cradled the tea that was steaming away in their mug. The curls of water vapour caressed their matured face.
Ominis would be seeing his father off today. It was the wake, as he had explained in his owls, and despite loathing to see his family, he would attend to pay whatever respects he could muster within him. They fretted about him, alone in the nest of snakes.
However, the morning was still, the blue jay sang its stilted song. Everything would be okay.
Until it wasn’t.
Their front door smashed open, splinters careening across the floor as a pale shape hurtled through it. The animal dashed across the entirety of their cottage, slamming against the back wall in distress, before sliding across the floor into the kitchen, where its energy left it.
They immediately recognised the beast. Alabaster white fur, thick strong paws; an albino puma with milky, unseeing eyes.
“Ominis,” they gasped.
The puma hissed at them, baring its gleaming fangs. They then took in Ominis properly, across his white body, several gashes had torn into his fur, along his legs, face, and back. They stained his pristine coat a sickly red.
“Ominis, it's me—you’re okay,” they cooed. Ominis was still backed into their kitchen hissing and rearing as though he might strike.
They pressed forward, hands out in a soothing gesture, urging him to return to his senses. Slowly, Ominis became less hostile, clearly weak from the blood loss. His head thumped to the ground. They crouched, gently placing their fingers against his soft fur, soothing him with tentative strokes.
Ominis’ eyes closed, and a great breath left him. Gradually, his form shifted. The fur melted away to reveal pale skin. His great paws shrunk back into delicate fingers. Then, he was a man once more.
Ominis was unconscious and naked on their floor. The blue jay had gone quiet.
...
Ominis returned to consciousness in stages. He first felt gentle hands and soft brushes on his skin. Then, his nose deciphered the metallic tint of blood in the air. Next, he heard a velvety voice, chanting soothing mantras. He opened his eyes and—familiarly—saw nothing.
“You’re awake,” they said.
Ominis had slept for the remainder of the day. Now, dusk fell upon them and the steady crackle of the hearth could be heard.
Ominis tried to sit up, but his spine protested, as did the gashes along his body.
“Relax, you’re safe,” they breathed, “we’re in my cottage.”
Ominis returned to the pillows, exhaling. He brought a hand to his hair and tried to pull it through the knots. He didn’t want to burden them, he hadn’t even meant to come here, he was just hurt and scared.
“Did Marvolo—?”
“No, no, he didn’t,” Ominis finally spoke. “My family are a vile bunch but they are mostly bark and no bite. These were poachers.”
Ominis heard them sigh, but could discern nothing beyond that.
“My wand—”
“Yes, I have it here,” they found Ominis’ fingers and placed his wand in them. The room immediately became clear, the contours and shapes, the body of his friend beside him. “You were conscious enough to transfigure with your wand but must have forgotten your clothes,” they commented.
“Oh Merlin.” Ominis considered curling up and dying right there. “I’m sorry.”
They chuckled. “Your modesty is quite safe with me, Ominis,” he could sense their smile, “I put a blanket over you, I didn’t see anything.”
Ominis sat up properly then, his back protesting with the effort—there was sure to be an ugly bruise there. It was clear now that they had moved him to the sofa, where he was wrapped in said blanket.
Something cold pressed into his hand.
“Drink,” they said.
So he did.
“How was it?”
Ominis knew they weren’t asking about the water. The wake. A room filled with all the Gaunts—or what was left of them—and other families like leeches, offering empty condolences.
“My father was a horrible man,” he said.
There was a heavy silence.
“Yes, I know,” they replied.
“He was a horrible man,” Ominis said again, hoping it would turn his father in his grave, “he was.”
A warm hand came to his bare shoulder, rubbed circles into it. “I know.”
Ominis was crying, he realized absently. Hot tears slid from his eyes and down his sharp jaw. They ran over the cuts in his face and reignited the wound.
“But I couldn’t bear it,” he gasped, “I couldn’t be in that room with my brothers and sister—hear them talk about him like he was good. It was all lies and we knew it.”
A sob left him.
“We were re-writing him. Making up a story. I wanted to scream at them, shake them and tell them the truth. He was an abusive, disgusting man. He hated me. He wished I wasn’t born and yet—” the words fought against his throat, “and yet it didn’t make it any easier.”
Their friend pulled him into a hug, letting his head rest against their shoulder, letting him cry into it.
“You get one consolation. That one day he will be gone and you will be done with it. I should be relieved,” Ominis gritted.
“He was still your father,” they said.
Despite it all, he was. He raised Ominis, regardless of what that looked like. He raised his brothers, his sister. He brought them into the world, was all that remained after his mother passed. Ominis owed everything he had to him, the ugly, the good. Now he was dead. And it still hurt.
Ominis clutched them back, buried his head into the crook of their neck. He let himself cry as he hadn’t in so long, until it was all drained out of him. All the while, they rubbed soothing patterns into his bare skin, around the cuts that still stung.
Eventually, he wore himself out. His face was red and puffy, no doubt completely undignified, and he felt weak and tired. They pulled away from him, wiping his wet face with a handkerchief.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” they asserted, “but I need to treat your wounds Ominis.”
Ominis had almost forgotten. His gashes just seemed to reflect his stinging, beating heart, as though they were one of the same.
His friend raised their wand.
“They’re cursed—”
“I know, I already tried every healing spell Sebastian taught me before I realized. We’ll have to do this the muggle way.”
Their wand simply summoned over a first aid kit from the shelf, and Ominis stiffened slightly.
“This will hurt, won’t it.”
“A little, but it’s better than an infection.”
They retrieved a small phenol solution from the kit, with a spray cap—to disinfect. Some bandages were also brought out.
They began their work on his back, crouched on the floor while Ominis gritted his teeth each time they sprayed a cut with disinfectant. Gentle fingers wound bandaged around his midsection, their fingertips stroking lines around his body. The process was painful and slow, but entirely tender. No wound was left unattended, each treated with merciful care.
“Now, your face,” they said.
Ominis heard them rise, dragging a chair to face opposite him. Cool fingertips graced his hot skin.
As the minutes passed, his usually restrained affection for his friend only swelled. A sticky, saccharine feeling in his chest. Like his heart had grown twice its size and was trying to escape out of the gaps in his ribcage.
He had scarcely known such benevolence. The Gaunt household had no space for it, amongst the cruelty and mania they fostered. Only once he had left, wandered the labyrinthine halls of Hogwarts, had his child body been held. Sebastian was the first, but Sebastian was fire and molten heat, warm to the touch but known to burn just as quickly.
The ‘new fifth year’ as he had so ungraciously titled them, was entirely different. They were sunshine on a spring day, the soft breeze that would steal the sweat from your skin before warming it again in the next breath. They were coral pools and clear water, stick your hand in and see the light dance on your skin. When they touched him he didn’t burn. Nor freeze like the touch of his family. He was just the same, he was Ominis, being held. That was all they ever wanted him to be.
Now, dabbing antiseptic into the cuts on his face, he felt more himself than ever. The version of him entirely unencumbered by fear, by sight, by magic.
Their warm breath kissed his cheek and their fingers held his jaw in place.
He cupped their face, running his own fingers across the planes of their cheeks, mapping the expression, committing the texture to memory.
“Ominis—”
He kissed them.
Undemanding, chaste, not a capturing of lips so much as holding them. Pressing into them like a question, will you be yourself with me? You have only ever made me feel worthy.
He pulled away slowly, face inches from theirs.
They dived back in. Yes, yes I will. They were unafraid to capture his mouth, answer earnestly. Move their lips against his. Soft, always so tender. But hungry, parched, the savouring of a good meal.
Ominis met their fervour, letting his tongue slide along their bottom lip, feeling it open greedily for him. Their hand was placed on his waist, above the wound they had lovingly tended. Ominis wrapped his into their hair, feeling their scalp, pulling them closer—please, closer.
Minutes burned, time inconsequential as they found each other in the wet heat of their tongues. They pulled away from Ominis, and latched their mouth to his neck, tasting salt on the skin. Ominis tilted his head, allowing them to create more bruises on his skin. Bruises he wanted to never heal.
Then they stopped.
“You’re injured Omi,” they breathed.
Ominis’ brows pinched.
“We must stop,” they said, “you need to rest.”
“I don’t want to rest,” Ominis protested.
“I don’t want you to either, but you must—to heal.”
Ominis heard the squeak of the floorboards, then the opening of a door. They left the room.
He began to panic. Was it too much? He had concealed his affection for them for so long that perhaps—perhaps they did not want it. Perhaps he was wrong.
They re-entered the room.
“I didn’t do this on a whim, you know,” he pleaded.
“I know.”
“Then why—"
“Today was your father’s wake. Not only that, you were gravely hurt. I know this wasn't an impulse, but regardless, you need to heal, you need to process today.”
“This wasn’t because of my father.”
A beat.
“I know,” they stated, “prove it to me. Stay the night tonight. In a week’s time, come back, and share dinner with me. Then we can try again.”
Soft clothes were pressed into his hands.
“I’ll wait for you," they whispered, "in the bedroom.”
Then they left.
Ominis sighed in relief. He ran his fingers over the nightclothes given to him, the silky fabric.
When he entered their bedroom, slipped into the sheets, and entangled their limbs. Wrapped his arm around their middle. He felt grateful to be Ominis Gaunt and no one else. Ominis Gaunt was the boy who met them, who fell in love, who has now tasted their sweet lips. He is not perfect, that he will never deny, but cocooned next to them, there is no scar he could bear that would not be lovingly tended to and kissed. There is no ugliness that would not be embraced.
He slept deeply and comfortably with this knowledge. Come daybreak, a blue jay sang its screeching song, not beautiful, not sonorous like its neighbours, but to the two inhabitants of that cottage, there was no better sound.
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youn9racha · 2 years
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Morning After
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pairing: bang chan x afab!reader
genre: smut
synopsis: you and your boyfriend, chan, are often the type to have rough and kinky sex for good fun, and you two have no issue with it. however, you two also enjoy the casual lovemaking that binds both of your love with each other.
warning: piv, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), love making porn, references of d/s, switch!chan, switch!reader, pet names (baby), another rushed ending
words: 1.3k
a/n: yikes so this is KINDA self insert 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ which is why its kinda bad but its whatever, i love chan hehe. i only said kinda because i made it second pov because im not selfish 👹 humble queen 💆‍♀️anyways, sorry for this rushed work, and no i will not proof read it so suck on that !1!!!!1!!! also listening to lovers rock by tv lovers while working on this piece lowkey hit different.
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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.
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The sun bloomed between the curtains but didn’t budge the couple that was presumably slumbering underneath the blankets. It wasn’t the case necessarily; you and Chan were facing each other as you fluttered your eyes open, rejoicing at the sight of you two laying side by side. He pulls you in closer, trying to intake the warmth of your naked skin against his, along your morning plump lips against his. They were slightly chapped, but you didn’t care as you had him in your arms.  
“Good morning,” Chan muttered against your lips when pulling away, his morning raspy voice escaping his loving lips that perked up in a smile. You smiled back at him as you held his neck, eyes filled with adoration, “good morning, my love.”
You pulled him in after that whisper and continued to have his lips on yours, but this time it was much more passionate and less chaste than the last one. He grabs your hips closer to him, placing you on top of him, chest to chest as you held his shoulders and began to kiss down his jaw and neck. His fair neck and collarbones were already painted with a few red hickeys, and that inspired you to draw more on him as you grazed the untouched skin. He sighs in contentment as he lifts his head slightly to create more space.
“I miss this so much,” he spoke to mask any upcoming groan from the soft spot you’ve hit, “I miss you…” he breathed audibly as he held the back of your head. You pulled yourself away from his neck and looked back at his puppy, honey brown eyes, showing you his sparkly pleading look, “please… wanna be inside you…” his voice was gentle and hushed as he looked at you most earnestly.
It’s not so often Chan shows this side of him, he always comes off as more dominant in the relationship, which you didn’t mind, and it shows in the bedroom very clearly. But the more he showcases his submissive side, the more you cherish it, especially when it’s sudden like right now. The other day, he was the opposite; he was dominant, demanding, and assertive yet affectionate, a whole different look to the puppy-eyed man who wants to be cared for who is lying underneath you—a pleasant duality you would say.
 You smiled down at him and without audibly responding, you grabbed his semi-hard cock and lightly grind on it, which caused him to shudder and let out a close mouth whine at the feeling of your wet slit contacting his shaft.
You ground a bit more before his cock started to erect fully, and there you slid yourself in, making you gasp at the feeling of being full by Chan’s girth and length. While adjusting, you looked down at Chan’s flushed face and held his face to make him look back at you, “you like that, baby?”
He nodded with a smile as his fingers ran through your thighs, “yes… you can move when you want to.”
You giggled slightly at his consent, grabbing both of his hands and placing them on your hips, silently telling him that he can control the pace if he wants to and to show you how good he feels. There, you began moving your hips at a slow pace, making you two gasp at the pleasant feeling as well as Chan lightly squeeze your hips. You held his shoulders as you lifted your hips up and down as you moan at how good you felt around him, stretching you out so good and praising him for being the way he is.
“You’re so good to me, Channie,” you paused to whine and roll your head as the sensation between your hips was too pleasant to speak, “God, I love you so much, Channie…”
“You’re all I have, baby—fuck, I love you more than you can imagine,” Chan rasped out before being interrupted by a whine from him.
At that point, you two weren’t having sex, this exceeds it on another level. Claiming each other’s affections while praising and complimenting each other’s beauty and existence, all the while you were pleasuring each other at a steady gentle pace.
On any other day, this pace would not occur, especially since you two were very active and could get animalistic when needed to. But at this rare time, you two just wanted a slow and romantic time together, without any degradation, name-calling, rough play, role play, and vice versa. Either way, you both could agree that any activity together you two had, whatever that is, is fun.
It was evident how well you two felt just evident with how Chan’s grip on your hips was getting harder enough to bruise and you just moaned out his name repeatedly.
From Chan’s point of view, the way the sunlight hit your face and body made you look like a goddess in front of him, he looked at you with awe. To yourself, you probably thought that you looked unkempt and gross, in contrast to the handsome, straight out of an aesthetic museum of a boyfriend, who is whining at the way you move on top of him. However, Chan didn’t—never saw you in that way, his admiration just increased by a heartbeat.
“Channie, are you close?” You gently asked through your moans as you sensed he was getting close to orgasm based on the way he held your hips and began lifting you up and down at a quicker pace than usual.
He only groaned and nodded in response, his face twisting as his stomach clenched at the sensation of his nether region began heating up. He began thrusting his hips upwards, making you yelp at the sudden action. His dominant hand let go of your hip as he began rubbing your clit, you squealed slightly, surprising you in every way as usual.
“Come with me… I want you to come with me,” He muttered, hoping it would be comprehensible to you, which thankfully it did as you pulled his hand back to your hips and rubbed yourself instead. Chan cursed and whined at the angelic sight in front of him, “Can I come inside you? Please, please, I want my cum all in you, baby,” his words were broken through his mewls and while you couldn’t respond back in clear words either, you managed to say something in response.
“Come in me,”
And there, he yelped as he spilled himself in sloppy upwards thrust inside your warm now cum-covered walls, that is now slightly dripping out of you the more he thrusts himself to the point of overstimulation, only so you could come with him as well. He whimpers as the feeling was getting overwhelming but thankfully, you followed through with the orgasm as shown by the way you threw your head back and yelped out how good you felt. After coming down, you two panted, you dropped into his chest, him still inside you. He wrapped his arms around your naked figure, looking down at you breathlessly with a smile.
“God, you were so fucking incredible, you know that?”
You only laughed at his comment as you held him even closer, ignoring the warm sensation dripping down your thighs, and closing your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat. You felt his fingers run across your back, making you catch goosebumps and him giggle quietly in response.
“You know, I meant what I said earlier,” You said, eyes still closed and concentrating on his heartbeat.
“I know… and I meant everything I said as well.”
You got up and looked back at Chan, now you two are eye to eye, “I love you so fucking much, Bang Christopher Chan,”
He chuckled as he looked at you endearingly before kissing you on the nose, “and I love you more, (y/f/n).”
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eijirousbestie · 1 year
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YOUR ART MAJOR STORY WAS FIRE!! IM AN ART MAJOR AND WE HAD TO DO DETAILED PORTRAITS THIS MORNING AS AN ACTIVITY OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS AND ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS YOUR STORY 😭😭😭😭 anyway i had the vision of Y/N doing a portrait of bakugou for her class ❤️❤️❤️❤️
AHH THANK YOU SM hearing someone thought abt my story in their day to day life is actually insane so thank you for reading!! Love to see a fellow art major around here🤝🏽I hope this story is to your liking i tried my best😭<33
“Can I draw you?”
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this is kinda long (I got too into it lol)
pulling at the heartstrings a bit here
he’s a willing participant???
unorganized dishes
golden hour
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Being an art student had its perks. For one thing you didn’t have “real” homework like other classes and you could spend majority of your time creating something new. In other cases, being an art student was dreadful, and today proved that to be true.
Walking into class and setting your bag down, you sit at your easel and scroll on your phone as your professor waits for other students to trickle in before he takes attendance. The sound of a chair scooting can be heard as your professor makes his presence known and calls role. He finishes and places his clipboard down, clapping his hands together with enthusiasm.
“Good morning guys! First things first, I just wanted to say you all did a great job at critique this past Tuesday. I was very impressed with the outcome of all your pieces. Now for those of you who have checked the class schedule, you’ll know we have our Portrait 1 assignment due at the end of next week. I’ll give further instructions and we’ll go ahead and get started on those today.” He grabs a stack of papers, assuming to be said detailed instructions for your next assignment. As soon as he hands you a copy, you skim through the premise of what you’re going to be doing.
Portrait 1 Assignment
1. Pick a subject you will be referencing to for your portrait. (No you cannot use a reference online. It has to be someone you can poke).
2. Arrange a time outside of class to meet with your subject to begin your sketch.
3. Pick a feature of your subject to enhance in your final drawing. You can add color, darken line weight or distort the feature you chose, but the rest of the portrait should be in the style of a sketch.
This drawing should be done on an 18x24 sheet of paper from your sketchbook and no smaller.
You internally cringe at the thought of having to snatch someone from campus to sit with you for hours just so you can draw them. You instantly begin to think of people you know who you can draw. You take your phone out and begin typing up a message to a friend of yours, asking when they’re free. Much to your dismay, they inform you that they have work directly after class all this week and won’t be able to help. You understand, but now you’ve got yourself stuck and you absolutely refuse to ask a stranger. For the remainder of the period, all you can do is mindlessly write a list of names and the pros and cons of their potential availability.
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Sitting in the living room after getting back to the dorms, you rest after having no success trying to recruit anyone to be your reference. The dorms are practically empty as everyone is out doing something. Working, training, shopping. Everything you don’t do. Essentially losing hope for the day, you resort to lounging on the couch. Cozy pajamas nearly lulling you to sleep. However before you can slip into the best nap of your life, clanging from the kitchen startles you awake. Whispered curses soon follow, ultimately giving away who caused the noise. Getting up from your oh so comfy spot, you make your way to the kitchen to investigate. Peeking a head in the doorway, you see a rather frazzled Bakugou picking up pots and pans that had fallen to the floor.
Looking at his bent form, you speak up. “You aight?” He picks up the last pot and places it on the counter before responding, fully facing you.
“I’m good. My bad if I woke you.” You give a shrug and lean your hip on the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.
“Nah you’re fine. Wasn’t fully knocked out anyway. What were you doing in here?”
“Reorganizing. For whatever reason, idiots around here can’t understand that stacking dishes causes shit to fall. Just proved my point too.” His eyes fall on the various pans on the counter he was in the process of arranging. You give a chuckle and move to help put them away.
“Say it louder for the people in the back.”
“Yeah well apparently they ‘don’t respond well to yelling.’ Whatever the fuck that means.” He nags as you both place each dish in their respective places.
“Gotta give em a glare or side eye to get the message across,” you joke.
“Shit only goes so far. But if looks could kill everybody here would be on their deathbed.”
“Jesus man, gruesome much?” You let out a heartier chuckle, actually entertained by his empty threats.
“S’called being self-aware.” He leans against the now empty counter and folds his arms across his chest. A silly thought crosses your mind. A glimpse of hope even. You decide to pursue it.
“Speaking of looks,” you start off tentatively, “I could really use yours if you’ll let me.”
He gives you a half-curious look, left eyebrow slightly raised as he side eyes you. “The hell’s that mean?”
You’re not sure whether it’s the desperation talking or the fact that you’re half asleep, but you immediately hit him with your dilemma.
“Well… can I draw you?” It seems like minutes that go by before he responds with a sharp click of his tongue.
“Lay off the drugs huh? Shit’s got you talkin outta your ass.”
“Bakugou please! I need a reference for an assignment and I’d really appreciate if you’d let me draw you. It won’t take long I swear I’m fast!” Your hands are clasped together as you ask for his cooperation.
“The hell’d you wanna draw me for? Plenty other people you could ask.”
You don’t have it in your heart to mention nobody else was available to help you. It’d be like blatantly telling him he was the last option and you don’t want to potentially upset him by saying that. It’s not necessarily true either, you just didn’t think he would be up for it in the first place so you didn’t want to bother him. He was your saving grace really, never the last option.
“Well you’ve got great eyes. And perfect eyebrows too. So it’s kinda hard not to want to draw you. But seriously, if you’ll let me, I’ll do my very best to capture the best parts of you. Please?” If you hadn’t known any better, you could’ve sworn you saw his hands clutch the counter in a death grip. He’s quiet for a moment. Two moments. Then he shakes his head in disbelief and his eyes sweep to look at anything else but you.
“Fine. Just don’t make me look like shit got me?” A light look of embarrassment covers his face. It’s endearing.
“I promise.” You smile a wide grin, relief relaxing your shoulders. “You mind if we get started tonight? I’m kinda behind as it is.”
He gives a nod and a hum in response. You tell him to stay put as you grab your sketchbook. He takes a seat on the couch and watches the slow sunset. It’s golden hour and the living room is filled with warm oranges and yellows as the sun is close to calling it a day. You come back, supplies in hand and before you can put your things down, you catch Bakugou as he gazes out of the window, the setting sun casting onto his face. With his hand propped under his chin, he looks ethereal. His red eyes now a vermilion as the rays reflect on them. It highlights his jawline, casting shadows that make the edges prominent. His hair aglow in the light, tufts of blonde now appearing marigold. You don’t realize how silly you must look staring at him until his eyes flicker to your frozen form. His gravelly voice pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Got your stuff?” He doesn’t move from his spot as he asks. You gather your bearings and nod.
“Yeah uh I got everything I need. We can start now if you’re ready?” You walk over to the couch where he sits, setting up your easel right in front of him.
“Mmh go ahead. Is there a certain way you wanna do this or?”
“No no what you’re doing now is fine. It’s actually better if you’re comfortable. We might be here a while, but let me know when you need a break.” He gives a nod of approval and you’re off, hands sketching and eyes darting back and forth between easel and subject. Soft scratching noises from graphite on paper filled the silence. By this point you were detailing the features of his hand holding up his face. Neat nail beds and cleanly trimmed. Bruised and scarred knuckles from countless hours of training. A strong neck that connected to an even stronger jaw, probably chiseled by the gods themselves.
You’d be lying to yourself if you thought drawing him would be a chore. It was actually enjoyable. There was no need for trivial conversation. Just you sitting there, drawing him as he let you. Him trusting you to capture his very being with only a pencil. It was a beautiful experience and you couldn’t be more grateful that you both were a part of it.
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dirtybitfic · 22 days
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Therapy pt.5 -final part
Matt sturniolo x y/n
contains- fluff, smutt , establishing a relationship, time skip.
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I woke up feeling a warm presence at my side.
I looked over seeing y/n sleeping peacefully on my side. She truly is the most beautiful woman inside and out.
I never thought i'd end up in this situation with a client but i'm don't regret it . She's perfect I mean she gets along with my brothers which is important to me and she submits to me perfectly .
I like her so much more than I ever thought I could and honestly i'm not mad about it .
she starts to wiggle around in her sleep and it makes me smile . How can someone so freaky in the bedroom look so innocent .
her eyes start to flutter open and I cant help but smile as she sleepily looks at me
y/n pov-
I just woke up as I look to my left and see matt already looking at me with a big smile on his face.
good morning gorgeous
good morning I say in a raspy voice.
I honestly forgot how it felt to fall asleep in the same bed with someone. I haven't gotten that good of sleep in a long time.
he smiles as he pulls me onto him and I lay my head on his chest. but I cant help but notice the bulge thats poking my stomach . I scoot up and position myself to straddle him. I still have no underwear so the only thing thats blocking contact is his boxers.
watcha doin he asks with a smirk .
ohh nothing I say with a small sigh but I cant help the smile that spreads across my face.
mhmm okay he says as he watches my every move intensely.
I move my hips a little causing a friction on my bare pussy . He groans and grabs my hips.
take off my boxers and ride me like a good girl he says in a calm but demanding tone . I slowly slide his boxers down until they're off and I throw them behind me some where in the room and position myself back onto his lap .
he slowly lifts my hips as I position myself at his tip and slide down slowly. Im already sore from last night and given his size the stretch is still painful.
I whimper as I get lower and lower.
look at you taking me so well he coos as I reach the base and he's balls deep inside me . I take a second to adjust before beginning to bounce on him.
f-fuck oh-my I gasp as his dick hits my g-spot with every bounce.
thats it bounce on it fuck he groans as he grabs my hips and helps me continue bouncing .
my legs start to shake as I feel my self about to orgasm
f-fuck im gonna cum I cry out as the orgasm is at its brink and is about to crash over me .
let it go cum all over my cock he groans and I pulse around him and my cum drip out of me and down his base.
fuck I whine as I come down from my high but my legs continue shaking .
your legs tired sweetheart he says in a deep tone that makes me clench around him.
mhmm I whine as I grind on him .
he immediately flips us over so he's onto of me now
he starts pounding into me hard and deep causing me to scream out.
FUCK M-MATT I say as my hand goes to him stomach trying to push him away from how deep he is.
he slaps me across the face causing me to moan .
take it like i know you can he growls as he moves my hand away and leans over me so I cant put my hand on him to push him away.
he's so deep and my legs are shaking as I feel a sensation building in my stomach.
f-fuck matt oh god im gonna I get cut off by my juices squirting out of me all over his dick and the sheets beneath me .
fuckk thats it squirt all over me he groans as I come down from my high.
im starting to get overstimulated but it feels so good.
fuck oh - m- my g-god so deep I cry as I look down and see the bulge in my stomach as he thrusts into me.
yeah you see how deep I am in you huh he says as he looks down smirking at the way his dick bulges in me.
mmm fuck FUCK MATT I... I cry as I squirt again this time more than the last creating a puddle under me . His thrusts don't ease up .
the stamina this man has is crazy I think as my head starts to feel fuzzy and pure euphoria takes over my body.
fuck look at you . My fucked out little slut he groans .
all I can do is whine as I quirt again .
fuckkk so fucking hot he groans as he watches me quirt all over him.
all that can be heard is my whines and heavy breathes mixed with his groans and the squelching sounds coming from my pussy as he pounds into me relentlessly.
mmmmm I whine as I rake my nails down his back .
he groans deeply as my nails break the skin.
fuck keep fucking doing that he groans as he presses down on my stomach where his dick bulges with each trust casing me to scream out .
AHH F-F-FUCK . I squirt again creating even more of a puddle underneath myself .
god damn such a good girl he praises as I convulse underneath him and my nails dig deeper in his back.
I can barely even think anymore as my body is shaking under him .
I wraps my legs around his waist as his arms move under me and hold me close to him and he pounds into me harder and I see stars.
fuckk you feels so fucking good squeezing me so fucking tight.
all I can do is whine and moan as my nails continue digging into his back he groans and whimpers into my neck as I dig deeper into his skin .
he moves back over me as he pulls my legs up and holds around both thighs with one arm and chokes me with the other .
give me on more orgasm show me how much of a whore you are for my cock he groans as I start wiggling underneath him.
ahhh OH FUCK ME I scream as my orgasm washes over me and I shake uncontrollably as my hips lift up and he hits an even deeper angle.
fuck im gonna fill this pretty little pussy up he groans as he grabs onto my hips and his thrusts get sloppier.
f-fuck please- g-give it to me I moan .
after a couple more thrusts he fills me up and I collapse back on the bed.
he pulls out and lays beside me pulling me into him as my legs shake and I catch my breathe.
how would you feel if I asked you to be exclusive he asks in a calm sweet tone. my heart flutters and I smile.
I would be totally okay with that . I don't want anyone but you . I say as I look up at him and hes smiling at me.
good cause I don't want you with anyone but me . Your mine understand
yes sir I say in a joking manor causing him to smile .
we lay there for a bit before getting up and changing the sheets again. Then taking a long hot shower.
my muscles have relaxed and we finally changes into clothes after drying off and decide to go up stairs and get a snack and some water.
chris and nick are in the living room. as we walk past they smile and greet us.
wow you guys slept the whole day nick says as you look out of the window realizing its nighttime again.
damn I guess so I say with a smile.
well we were about to watch a movie if you guys wanna join chris says with a smile.
yeah were gonna grab some snacks and well come back in
okay they both say as we go to the kitchen to grab snack and head back in.
we sat and watched Divergent . After we finished we decided to watch the second one.
after we finished they both went to bed and we decided to go back downstairs and watch the third one . We fell asleep again happy as ever.
2 years later-
Me and matt got engaged about 8 months ago and our wedding is in a week.
Im so glad I decided to do therapy 2 years ago or I would have never met the love of my life .
I live with him and his brothers and i'm the happiest I think ive been in a long time. I love his family to death.
his mom is by far my favorite woman ever and his dad is such a genuine sweet father .
I cant believe sex therapy led me to this but I wouldn't regret to for the world .
The end.
💋
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Drabble 02: Amidst the shadows and rain, there's Jungkook who becomes your sun instead
Wc: 2.7k
Mentions of: ocean water, crying, stress, knives and a bulgar (nothing happens), a bit suggestive, kissing and I think that's it?
Note: I've been working on this for months, it feels nice to finally get it done. I wanted to finish it especially now to comfort us after Jungkook left so aaah >.<. Hope you enjoy!
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The long, hectic week was finally catching up to you. You were exhausted, anxious, irritated and just in need of a warm cuddle session with your lovely boyfriend. One would think you felt relieved at this moment—now that this hectic week has come to an end—, but it felt like you were just destined for worse. Everything was going wrong, nothing went the way you planned it to. Now that it was finally over you expected to be greeted by the feeling of relief, but alas even on your way home, you were not left alone by the grip of misfortune clinging to you. It suddenly started raining and since the bus you wanted to take decided to be a no-show you had to walk home. Without a jacket. Great.
It wasn't raining that hard so you thought it didn't matter, but you arrived home in soaking wet clothes anyway after a car passing by caused a wave of dirty water to splash your way. You could cry. If you didn't turn out sick the next morning, it'd be a miracle. 
A week full of stress had just ended, but you couldn't seem to get rid of every gnawing feeling that it left behind. You just want to take your mind off of things. When you entered the door to your shared apartment, you wanted nothing more than to be greeted by his beautiful face stretched out into that famous bunny smile you loved so much. But of course —since nothing was in your favor—you arrived to the deafening silence of Jungkook's absence. 
You were planning on dumping your soaked body on top of him and ignoring all of your worries, but even that you can’t get. 
With a heavy sigh you peeled off your clothes and put them in the laundry basket, jumping in the shower right after to try to wash away the weight on your shoulders. 
You jumped awake at the loud clatter coming from the kitchen. Instead of reacting like a normal human being and hiding, you started yelling with your eyelids still stuck together—the drowsiness refusing to escape you. Grabbing the first thing you could find on the couch you fell asleep on, the huge rainbow-colored hello kitty plushie you were cuddling with, you tried forcing your eyes open. You yelled, "Who's there?” pointing the innocent plushie towards the source of the sound. 
A fit of giggles replaced the sound of the echo your voice left behind, probably mocking your messy bed hair and unusual weapon. You frowned, a pout appearing on your face as you realized your lover was the one to awaken you so rudely from the magical dream you had just a few seconds ago. 
“Do you expect a plushie to protect you from a burglar?”, he approached you after picking up the empty bowl he dropped.
“Well what do you expect me to do when the burglar is in the kitchen, where all the knives are, and my boyfriend isn’t there to protect me?”, the pout never left your face. 
His tattooed hand went through your head to try and smooth down the mess your pillow had created. He didn’t mean to but he got so lost in the look in your eyes and the feeling of your hair against his hand, that he forgot to form a response. You didn’t mention it though, the fond smile on his face and his gentle touch on yours fill your heart with warmth in ways you could never have dreamed of before.
You did however miss the sound of his voice, too soon to your liking, so you spoke up anyway, just to hear him speak. 
“When did you get home, anyway?” This time, your hand was the one to reach towards his body. Your fists bawling around his loose shirt, resisting the urge to hug him. 
“Not too long ago, didn’t wanna wake you”, the sweet sound of his voice reached your ears again. The muscles on your face contract, trying to hide the involuntary smile that tried to betray your unsatisfied yearning for Jungkook's attention
You sigh, giving in and pulling his body close to yours. Your arms wrap tightly around his waist, your head rests on his chest and all negative feelings flood from your body. A sound of relief escaped you. You could cry. But this time it’s because your heart is so full of love, so full of love you were afraid it would burst and lose all the love you’ve stored in there just for him. 
“Are you okay, baby?” His voice faltered with concern. Nonetheless he hugged you back as you felt his arms snake around your neck.
“Just a hectic day—”, your stream of words got interrupted by the single tear falling from your eye, you had to stop talking or you knew you’d burst out in tears. You wanted to tell him so badly, tell him; “who am I kidding, this whole week has been holding me by my throat and I still can’t seem to find a way to loosen its grip.” But you didn’t want to break down in tears in front of him. Not when he was probably having a more challenging week than you could ever handle. Truly, could you ever complain about your life knowing his everyday is way harder?
“Oh no, baby don’t cry.” You were a bit shocked, but how could you be? Jungkook knew you better than you knew yourself. Is it scary that he can recognize the slightest change in your tone and behavior so easily? Maybe. But do you love him all the more for it? Definitely. 
He started swaying you both to the side, knowing how you liked to be cradled. It was an unconscious habit of yours whenever you couldn’t sleep or felt uneasy. Over the years, he had also adopted your silly little habit and now he couldn't hold you without swaying you anymore.
“Hmm, you know what? Tomorrow I have a day off. What if we spend it at the beach?” He sighed, placing his head on top of yours, plans for the day filling his mind already. “We could bring a cloth and sit by the shore an—oh!” His excitement got the best of him as another string of ideas flooded his mind. “And we can bring some snacks and some stuff we could do. We can paint, play lego or play board games. I can think of so many things!” 
You just giggled to yourself, the dried-up tears on your face long forgotten. “I’m all in. I just wanna see the sunset,” you croaked out a response.
“Anything for my baby,” he spoke, kissing your forehead when you finally removed your head from his now slightly damp shirt to look him in the eyes. But you weren’t planning on settling for a simple kiss on the head, so you pouted your lips, non-verbally asking for a proper kiss on the lips. And he complied—with the biggest lovesick smile on his face.
The smell of Jungkook's cooking skills flooded your nostrils and your mouth started to water. After the long day you just had, a warm meal is everything else you craved. 
"What are you doing?," his voice was filled with amusement. Since you weren't much of a good cook yourself, you decided that your antics in the kitchen should be entertaining—or distracting—the chef at work. This time that amusement contained sitting so close to him he could barely reach for the spoon to mix the ingredients and your hair almost slipped into the pot he was so desperately trying to steer.
When you decided to sit by the kitchen counter with your laptop, you thought you could continue your schoolwork while being in the detoxing atmosphere that Jungkook provided. But the thought of studying vanished your mind as soon as his sleeves rolled up and his hair got tied into a manbun. 
You tried so hard to stop your teeth from biting down on your bottom lip, but should you even be willing to hide the effect Jungkook has on you? Sure he teases you about it and sure you're a little stubborn, but how can you ignore such a sight. 
“You want to hear a secret?”, you whispered in his ear as his hand reached for your hair, making sure it didn't dip into the food. Yet his heart was beating against his ribcage, what are you planning? 
“I never thought watching you cook for me could get me so turned on,” and as if your comment wasn't wild enough to drive him crazy, you didn't miss the chance to graze your lips against his skin. Not enough to be a kiss, but also not enough to be a mere brush of innocent affection. 
"Fuck–, baby—, you can't say things like that!,” he groaned, aggressively stirring the pot, making you giggle. 
When you didn't say anything and nonchalantly returned to your schoolwork he decided to speak up again. “You're acting like you've never watched me cook before,” he says in a rather mocking way, but you laugh at that, enjoying the reactions you get out of him. 
“Just because I don’t always show it, doesn’t mean I don't feel it,” you wink at him, shrugging your shoulders like you confessed the most normal thing on earth. 
He couldn’t hold in his smile, his expression of amusement quickly turned into a smirk, remembering all the moments you were extra touchy in the kitchen. He took a mental note to always make you watch him cook from now on.
“Baby, did you pack the towels?,” Jungkook asked softly, trying to start up a conversation. The car ride to the beach was awfully quiet. Normally you were very talkative when you were going to the beach, too excited for all the things you would do. It was one of the things you loved most in the world of course, and Jungkook knew that, so he couldn’t help but worry about your silence. 
The pounding in your head however made you unable to think straight. You took an aspirin this morning, hoping to redeem the aches in your body. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to notice and spend his day off taking care of you. So you kept it to yourself. You couldn't stay in and sit in your flu, or whatever it decided to be, you needed to get out of your head. 
“Yeah, I put it in my bag,” you sighed as your head came in contact with the cold window of the passenger seat in his car, your shoulders sagging in relief. His hand squeezed your thigh in worry, he knew there was something wrong. 
“Baby, we’re here,” he shook your sleeping body. The ride to the beach wasn't that long, but the never-ending headache made you close your eyes a little too long. 
The sudden excitement that flew through your body at the thought of finally spending a carefree day at the beach got knocked out of you as soon as you looked out of the car window. 
“Are you fucking kidding me,” you almost yelled in annoyance towards the raindrops landing on your face as you got out of the car. You made sure to check the weather report every hour of the day ever since last night and it still managed to rain today. It made you more frustrated than you could imagine. You could cry.
“___, baby...,” he looked at you with pity. Carefully approaching you to avoid you getting even more upset. 
Your teary eyed face faced his sympathetic one. The looks you were exchanging saying it all. You expected him to comfort you, hug you, offer to sit in the backseat instead and rest. But Jungkook always seems to surprise you, even when you know how spontaneous he is. 
“What are you doing?!”, you shrieked as you felt the ground under your feet disappear. Jungkook carried you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and your eyes widened, feeling overly exposed with your ass up in the air.
Like he could sense your discomfort he twisted your body around to carry you bridal style. Your wide eyes gazed into his excited ones. You immediately shook your head when that mischievous glint in his eyes and that childlike smile on his face made you realize what he was planning to do.
Despite your panicked protests he threw caution to the wind and started running towards the beach with you screaming in his arms.
“Jeongguk, if you fucking drop me I will—!,” you yelled at him punching his chest, but he silenced you with a kiss. 
“I won’t,” he reassured you, making you blush.
So you just let him. Let him run into the deserted beach, towards the water, with the biggest smile on your face because Jungkook always knew what to do to make you smile again. He always knew what to do to make you fall deeper in love with him. 
You gasped loudly as Jungkook entered the water—fully clothed. He ran past the shore, his favorite boots getting wet, but he didn't care. He kept running however, so far that his entire lower body had entered the water. He knelt down, you being in his arms getting completely engulfed by the cold water. This way he avoided getting his own upper body wet. You panicked, swimming out of his grip to look at him with an angry expression. But your face didn't match your feelings, or so you thought, the broad smile on your face betraying you.
“Jeongguk! You said you wouldn’t drop me!,” you splashed a bunch of water his way making him duck down to avoid getting his hair wet. 
“I didn’t drop you, I just dipped you in,” he shrugged, making you scoff. Another wave of water was thrown his way, this time he couldn’t dodge it in time, the water hitting him straight in the face. 
“Oh now you're asking for it,” he strides towards you, his arms ready to engulf you and body slam you into the water but you’re too quick.
What was supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach ended up turning into a chaotic water fight. And even though you were sick, the cold water felt rather healing as well as spending time with Jungkook did. You must look like reckless children to onlookers, but you haven’t had this much fun in a while, so you decided to not care. 
“You should've told me you weren't feeling well,” you smoothed the frown between his brows out with your thumb, smiling brightly. You were now in the backseat of his car, both of you covered with the towels you brought earlier to lay down on the sand. You were basically sitting on top of him, having persuaded him with the argument that you needed his body warmth to warm up quicker.
“Then I wouldn't have such a fun day… Besides I think I'm feeling better already,” he pouted at you, not believing your words for a second. After getting out of the water you couldn’t stop shivering and what he thought was only natural turned concerning when he found you coughing and sneezing as well.
He held your hands in his, looking into your eyes, feeling guilty for noticing how bad you were feeling earlier. Blaming him was never in your agenda though, he made you feel healthier than you actually were in his presence. 
“You’re not falling asleep on me are you?” he looked down at your slumped figure leaning on him, your full body weight on top of his.
“Uhuh,” you responded, snuggling further into his embrace. He smiled, not minding it one bit if you decided to sleep for hours on end. He’d stay right there, in the back of his car, thinking about all the things he can do later today to make you feel better. Because that’s what Jungkook did best. Love you unconditionally and brighten up your days. 
He planted one final kiss on the top of your head, telling you goodnight, unaware of your lingering wakefulness. You think you might love him a little too much, you could cry.
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Idk if it’s been brought up yet, but I was getting ready for bed and putting my bonnet on and it dawned on me: what would the boys think when they see Sweetheart in a bonnet!?!? And you know she has like 20 different ones lmao. Soap/König would totally help her wrap her hair teehee 🤭
IM ANSWERING THIS AS QUICK AS I CAN 🏃‍♀️💨💨💨(and the fact that you thought of Sweetheart while getting ready for bed honestly makes me want to cry fr fr)
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BUT YEW ARE CORRECT ABOUT SWEETS HAVING 20 BONNETS
She would call Soap in her room to help her wrap her hair and omg he would be in heaven. Her hair is so soft and smells so GOOD UGH
She would hand him the Bobby pins and tell him where to put them
Sweetheart: And put this one-- here
Sweetheart: OW-- I SAID HERE NOT MY EYEBROW
Soap: QUIT MOVIN' THEN
Then she would kick him out before putting on the bonnet cause she wanted to see how he would react to it (since he's never seen her wear one- none of them have actually 🤔🤔 she's an early riser, so when everyone gets up in the morning her hair is already done LOL)
I feel like she would have more than 20-- like about 40 but the other 20 is at her house 💀💀 OMG she came out her dorm in a bonnet they went CRAZYYYY
they would love it so much cause if feels so domesticated to them-- like their actually getting ready for bed with the girl of their dreams Sweetheart
And Soap would just have stars in his eyes, feeling the bonnet between his fingers
Soap, gasping: BITCH is this SATIN??
Sweetheart, being a smug Lil shit: BITCH YES IT IISSSS
Gaz would be reminiscing about wearing one when he was younger
Gaz: My mum used to have me wear one when I was a kid
Sweetheart, smiling: Really?!? Oh that's so cute!
Gaz, flustered: ehheheh, yeah. When I used to have hair, she put one on me so it could be perfect for picture days.
And Sweetheart started laughing cause that's ADORABLE
And then she leaves to go to her room and comes back with like-- ten different colored bonnets 💀
Sweetheart, with a devilish smile: Everyone put one on right now. I need to make fun of you real quick
Alex: MEAN
They all put one on except for Ghost (for now) Soap had a blue one cause SCOTLAND FOREVEEEERRRRRRR (he screamed that for 12 minutes.) Gaz got a red one, Price got a gold one cause he's a PIMP, Alex got a light purple one, Horangi had a yellow one with tiger stripes, König got a green one and Roach got an orange one.
Now it was just Ghost--
Sweetheart: Wear it.
Ghost: No.
Sweetheart: JUST FOR A BIT PLEASE
Ghost: NO-- WHY THE FUCK DO I GET THAT COLOR
Sweetheart: BECAUSE JUST-- FUCKIN PUT IT ON
Ghost: STOP IT
She fights him for a bit until she got it on him.
It was silent for so damn long.
Sweetheart started to snort, and then it was just LOUD LAUGHTER
Ghost: I'M TAKING THIS OFF
Sweetheart, crying: NO WAIT LEMME TAKE A PICTURE
The picture:
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(I sketched this so damn quick bro)
LMAOOO I CANT WTF DID I JUST CREATE
Everyone started laughing harder and Ghost threw the bonnet on the floor and stomped to his room
Sweetheart: EY DONT THROW MY SHIT THAT COSTED ME TWENTY DOLLARS
Alex: TWENTY DOLLARS??? This economy is in shambles
Sweetheart: Okay now give them back
Sweetheart: 'cept you Gaz, you can keep yours
Gaz: 0:)
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RANDOM ASKS GRAB BAG
Putting a bunch of answered asks in one post so I don't spam your dashes too much. Under the cut because it's a very long post. If your ask isn't here, don't worry! The ask box is far from empty, and I'm sorta trying to group them by topic. Enjoy?
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Anonymous asked: you mentioned in another ask that there were a few things you were probably going to check out from doing these polls and I was just curious which ones those are, if you don't mind sharing fjdjsj
I don't mind sharing! I had to go through the archive to remember which ones I wanted to check out, but a few of them would be The Walten Files, Red vs. Blue, The Murderbot Diaries, I Am In Eskew, and The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality. Many of the characters posted here look interesting, but I'm such a slow watcher/player/reader/etc. that it'd take me decades to go through everything lol
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Anonymous asked: Have you considered doing like uhhh idk how to explain properly, but statistics/data from loads of polls in a summary every so often? I've seen some poll blogs do a most known/least known type bar graph every so often. And I would be super interested in seeing this sort of thing for this blog!! It's fair enough if not though, obviously this would create a lot of extra work for you. Anyway, thanks for running this blog :-) Anonymous asked: I just asked a question about seeing the data statistics/ bar graphs - please ignore it! Just reread your pinned and realised I'd missed that bit :'). BUT, last point remains, thank you for running this blog and putting up with repetitive anons I bet aksjskdjsk
I haven't put the data in a graph yet, but if I figure out how to organize that in a way that's both comprehensible and actually tells us something new, I'll give it a try for sure. Until then, we do have the spreadsheet. And no worries, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog! :)
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Anonymous asked: *sees a poll blog* "I must answer each and every poll I can"
Godspeed on your journey and remember to stay hydrated! 🫡
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Anonymous asked: this is my favorite blog! Every morning I wake up and check the polls like they're the paper, just to say "I don't know them" Truely a humbling experience!
Happy to be your neighborhood paperboy!
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@iceice-baeby asked: Are olyou fearing the day someone submits Solid Snake from MGS and you will choose the wrong picture Because everyone always seems to choose the wrong picture
The only difficulty will be in not using this one:
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Anonymous asked: Just scrolled back through your blog up to posts from Dec 3rd and I know why those polls are closed now but I cannot describe the genuine anguish I felt seeing Mr Orange and going NO I KNOW HIM - I KNOW HIM!!!! Anyway I found this blog like ten minutes ago and I love it
Don't worry, he's A-OK! 👍
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(Also, thanks! I appreciate your dedication.)
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Anonymous asked: scrolling through to catch up on the characters and knowing a whole three of them was so bizarre. im not supposed to press the yes i know them button, im supposed to do my sworn duty and vote no with unending confusion. the world has been flipped on its head 😵‍💫
I bet the next 30 were characters you've never heard of, just for balance to be restored.
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Anonymous asked: Whenever i misclick I feel sooooo bad like im sorry my dear friend for not recognizing you I apologize for my rudeness
No polls so far ended with only one vote difference between answers, so you don't have to feel too bad. For now. 👀
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Anonymous asked: this is fun cause i’ve definitely submitted some characters but i’ve immediately forgotten who. so i’ll also be pleasantly surprised to see my beloveds on the blog.
A gift from you to you, courtesy of unreliable memory! Sweet!
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Anonymous asked: Devastating. I keep missing the voting for the only characters I know.
You'll do it one day, I believe in you!!
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@iceice-baeby asked: Would you consider writing in the tags if YOU know a character or not You have done it sometimes before, but I'd be curious if you do recognise some of those random niche as all hell blorbos Also I can't wait for my Blorbos turn. Because either He-and-she is gonna take most obscure place, OR I will actually find maybe more than two people, myself included, who know him-and-her and who I can ramble at for hours until they block me
Oh yeah, for sure. I didn't think anyone would be interested to know, but I can do that when I remember to!
Did your blorbo show up already?
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Anonymous asked: I have been having the opposite problem of everyone else, apparently. I'll see a name and be like, "I don't know who that is". But then I see the picture and realize… Yes I do!
That's why I take the time to include fitting pictures, helps jog the memory!
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Anonymous asked: I feel very superior every time I know a character most people don't
Hey, nobody likes a show-off. (<- Joking)
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Anonymous asked: Wait, has Beetlejuice not been submitted?? I could've sworn I submitted the musical version! Anonymous asked: Oh wait no I didn't submit musical Beetlejuice to you, got you mixed up with @/every-character-ever-poll lol my bad
Indeed he hasn't been submitted yet, maybe next time!
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@thetisming asked: sorry for saying something negative in the replies to a post someone was being a dick about jukebox musicals
No worries, but don't let it get to you. People are allowed to dislike your favorite things even without any good reason. It's a matter of taste, which is highly subjective. It's more constructive to focus your attention on people who do enjoy the same things as you!
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@autism-criminal asked: What is your favorite color of the rainbow (red orange yellow green blue indigo purple) ?
Orange! 🍊 What's yours? :)
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Anonymous asked: "data is not accurate" bro if ur going to a tumblr poll blog for accurate data you NEED to reassess some things asdfghjkl; anyway this blog is great thank you for running it it's a lot of fun and has resulted in some very funny interactions between me and my fiance. notably "what the fuck do you MEAN 6% of the sans undertale website doesn't know who sans undertale is" and "i'm sorry i simply don't believe that ANYONE doesn't know who DRACULA is"
Different people come here with different expectations, I suppose. Which is fine, I don't mind, but they're bound to be disappointed if they expect 100% accuracy all the time. But anyway! I'm happy to hear I can provide a new form of enrichment for you and your fiancé!
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@sweetpollyolliver asked: So many manga and anime characters and I know like 1% of them 😭
I'm ngl, I'm not a big manga/anime connoisseur either, so I'm just as lost as you most of the time lol 🤝 (<- shaking hands in solidarity)
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@cringelordofchaos asked: If I go insane one day I am going to try to make an English translation for Mesec Boje Purpura so everyone can know who veštica Noks is
I'm fully behind you! Keep us updated if you do.
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Anonymous asked: I scroll through your blog. I don’t recognise any of these characters. ‘No,’ I click, ‘no,’ ‘no,’ ‘no.’ I am content in the darkness of the rock I live under. But, alas, all things must end. I continue my scroll, the glee of the irrelevant rampant in my veins. But what’s this? It can’t be… My shelter is cruelly ripped away and the brutal light of knowledge seeks me out like a bloodhound, it gives me no place to hide. ‘Yes,’ I sob, defeated, ‘Yes, I do know the jjba character.’
A modern-day Greek tragedy, truly 💔
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Anonymous asked: was really surprised to vote and see that a character was 100% know them. then I noticed I got there early enough to be the only vote
For one shining, brilliant moment they were 100% known and surely that counts for something.
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Anonymous asked: You should make up a character and make a poll for them and see how many people lie or misclick
Well....... I'm not going to comment on that. 🐰
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Anonymous asked: I follow this blog and another blog that does smash or pass and occassionally I will come to one of your posts and examine the images to decide and then remember this blog's gimmick before trying to hit smash
Imagine voting smash there and then coming here to vote "I don't know them at all" on the same character. Brutal.
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@ink7blot asked: *sees big naturals* I hate that. *reblogs*
A job well done, then 😌
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cherrycherryking · 1 year
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Hi! I love your stuff with Wally!! I was wondering if you could do Wally (Or Eddie if you write for him) with a reader who likes to write and make up fun stories to share with friends? (You don’t have to but I think it’d be cute) Oki have a nice daaaay :))
sooo idk if you just wanted this to be just and x reader or a character ideas, so, i did both!! hope you like it <3
(+some drawings!)
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Wally Darling x Gen!Reader (platonic or romantic) Eddie Dearest x Gen!Reader (platonic or romantic)
Writer Character
✧We got ourselves a little writer!
✧Or maybe an author, or a librarian, or a poet- point is! You love to write and create this silly funny stories for all of your friends to see.
✧Some fun concepts for a character like this could be a bee cause spelling bee! Or a mouse because library mouse (or just whatever you like)
✧We know in the show there was storybook sections. I think a lot of these would be narrated and a lot of times even created by you!
✧I can picture your segment starting with the camera focusing on you reading or writing, then inviting the viewer to follow the story along. As you may imagine for a kids show they all had a neat message at the end.
✧Oh, and another resident smarty pants! I can think of some chapters or scenes where you teach spelling and grammar. "No, is not t-h-e-y-r-e, they're birthday, but t-h-e-i-r, their birthday!" (or maybe like me you suck at spelling, so ignore this lol)
✧For outfits i can suggest plaid pattern, glasses, a vest or maybe a cardigan! You can either go for a well put together smart little guy or a mess of a bookworm (that's like a scale on my head.)
✧Sally and you could be good friends now that i think about it! She loooves to make her friends perform her plays and you're just the perfect helper for that.
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(if you use this as a base credit me and tag me so i can see!!)
✧Maybe appear with Frank as well, I think he could borrow books if you have a library or even have a little book club with other neighbors :]
───────────.★..─╮ Eddie x Reader ─..★.───────────╯
✧Oh you appear to help when he's teaching arts and crafts!
✧If you're big into reading, or trying to publish a book or any other sort of thing then you would see Eddie pretty often because he would always have a package or letter for you.
✧He's a bit of a forgetful klutz so you always make sure to help him a little by organizing a calendar for him! Writing down stuff you know for sure he'll forget.
✧Yes it makes him a little bit embarrassed to say the least but he's infinitely grateful of your help.
✧Every single morning in his usual route if he has the time, he always goes past your house to say hello and catch up on what you have been writing! Eddie is interested in the story you have and always listens to it with so much focus, almost as if you were telling him the hottest latest gossip of them all.
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(help my poor soul im getting into an art block. eddie someday i will make you justice i promise.)
✧Or maybe you walk with him a little to accompany him. Just a heads up! Be ready to catch him when he inevitably falls because of some marbles julie forgot to pick up, a plastic duck (Barnaby- pick up your trash!) or just because!!
✧But is all worth it at the end of the day. Eddie always has time for you and your rambles. Only problem is he likes everything you write so he's not the best person if you're searching for criticism!
───────────.★..─╮ Wally x Reader ─..★.───────────╯
✧As the most prominent character of the series the plot follows Wally, and that's a way you two end up talking so much for a starters.
✧Any time Wally is staring at his canvas with no idea of what to draw he thinks "Well, they surely will have an idea" and go search for you (that is if you're not already there).
✧Thinking about how many chapters could follow the formula of you and Wally brainstorming ideas for a story, with him drawing what you narrate (and we come back to the storybook sections of the show!)
✧He would ask you "what are you doing today, neighbor?" to which you respond that you are writing about something! He asks what, you respond, he asks for more context of your story and- well now you're infodumping to him telling him all about what you have so far.
✧Oh but he would definitely be the type to draw your characters because "they are a lot of fun".
✧Picturing calm afternoons consisting of the two of you doing parallel play and every so often showing the other your progress <3
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by the end i kinda got into an artblock 😭😭 og plan was to make two rendered drawings, one for wally other for eddit yet it appears i flew too close to the sun. my god.
also this is my first time writing eddie so i'm not sure if i captured him correctly! in any case thank you so much for reading.
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lalaluvvs · 7 days
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robot suguru
i genuinely have no idea where this idea came from but im rolling with it...
Suguru was more than well aware of what he was. He had wires hanging off his "bones" - which were really just reinforced iron held up by his metallic joints. The only thing "human" about him was his skin, pale and with a strange warmth he was sometimes uncomfortable by.
Satoru was so close- too close for his mind to function properly. Satoru had removed half of his face plate to work underneath the mess of colorful wires tangled about each other. His dextrous fingers poked and prodded around, and it would've felt stranger if he didn't do this multpile times a day. His excuse? "Just wanna make sure you don't breakdown."
It was silly, because he shouldve done it right the first time to avoid the issue all together. But, if he were sane, he wouldn't have made a robot to be his friend.
"Ah, hand me those tweezers, Sug?" He says it so sweetly, a ghost of a whisper against his face. Well, half of it anyway.
He obediently reaches to his left with a tray of tools resting beside his spot on the chair. He quickly hands him the tweezers, followed by Satoru's warm smile in return.
He has to resist the urge to kiss him once again.
Suguru stays so still, he rarely ever moves his lips for fear he might mess him up. He doesn't think he could ever live that disappointment down.
However, for some reason, today is different. He feels... bold?
"What are you working on now?" He asks, conversationally.
Satoru gapes for half of a second before letting his face fall back to normal. He could never get Suguru to speak before- what's so different now?
"Just some upgrades." He quirks an eye up at him as he continues to sort through the wires and attach some to each other.
Suguru pauses, considering the vagueness of the response.
"Do I want to know?"
"Probably not. You might think it's stupid." Gojo responds honestly.
Suguru shifts, causing the tools to clatter and Gojo to lose the wire he had a tight grip on. It startles them both, but for some reason Gojo looks at him like he's intrigued.
"Sorry... Uh-" Suguru coughs- a nervous habit learned through observing Satoru. "I need you to tell me." He holds onto Satoru's wrist with a human-like delicacy that would shock him if he hadn't gotten to know Suguru personally over the past five months.
His smile is wide, genuine, and full of child-like glee. Suguru coming out of his shell was always a wonderful sight to behold.
"Well, since you insist." He tosses the tools aside, wiping his hands free of debris and stares into his eyes. "I'm adding a feature that allows for things like... love."
Suguru's face flushes deeply, and for the first time in a while the warmth of his own skin doesn't seem to bother him. Idiot. If only Satoru knew that he didn't need a new upgrade to feel things like love. He felt it everyday. It was strongest in the morning, when he'd wake up from his recharge and spot Satoru quietly tinkering, creating new things to add to Suguru's software. The feeling never dwindled, it just balanced between intensities the way a tennis ball between two rackets would.
For now, he would hide his flushed face and keep his useless knowledge to himself. Because what human would want to love something so inhuman?
i might make another part to this if ppl really like it hehe :DD also not proofread srry :(
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fionajames · 1 month
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home - the bad batch
A/N: HEY GUYS, IM SCARED FOR THE NEW SEASON. So, I figured, depending on how these three episodes go, we might need some fluff, so here it is <3. The lyrics are from Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. I recommend listening to it as you read! Send requests please! ENJOY!
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Oh, home, let me come home
Hunter sighed as he watched Omega swing from side to side in the air, clinging to the hoop of the monkey bar. He wasn’t frustrated with Omega playing - in fact it was a very nice thing to see - in fact he wasn’t frustrated at all. 
He was just watching as Wrecker teased her, causing her to giggle vigorously. Hunter could hear something about the floor being lava, and Wrecker commentating as she played. 
Echo laughed as Omega swung around quickly and lunged at him, clinging to him as she squealed from Wrecker’s insistent teasing. “Wrecker!” She cried out, squirming away from his grasp and racing to hide behind Hunter. He bit his tongue in an attempt to contain the huge grin threatening to grow.
Hunter glanced up at the sky, squinting at the setting suns. The orange glow basked the town beautifully, the forest the playground was situated in alit with the gleam. The corner of his mouth lifted ever-so-slightly. “Time to head home,” he told the others, grasping Omega and hoisting her up onto his shoulders. 
Home is whenever I’m with you
All of the Clones were extremely touch-starved, but most then preferred no affection. Omega, however, was the most affectionate little thing Hunter had ever seen.
As the four began walking home through the streets, Omega ranted about the new friend she’d made at the park - before Wrecker had arrived and interrupted her shenanigans. The new friend was a Clone cadet, the same age as Omega.
Of course, with the antidote the Kaminoans had injected in all of them, the cadet’s age was now one of a normal human’s. Just like Omega.
The streets of Nay Mets were filled with the sunset’s glow and streetlights, familiar and unfamiliar faces rushing through the town. Occasionally the batch saw someone they recognised and waved hello, but most of the time was spent trekking back to the house.
“Can Hera sleep over tomorrow?” Omega chirped, bending over so Hunter could see her face. She gave him her best puppy eyes, wide-eyed, lovable and unable to ignore. “Please?”
“Of course,” Hunter replied, smiling when Omega cheered loudly. 
Oh, home, let me come home
It didn’t take them long to reach their house, slipping inside the unlocked door and calling for their two brothers. Tech was stood in the kitchen cooking something, humming softly. The end of the war had helped ease his humourless state, but kept all of his good features. 
Crosshair was leaning against the countertop, toothpick in between his lips as he thought. Omega barrelled him over with a hug - as usual - before being a little more careful with Tech, who was spooning hot soup into bowls.
Hunter counted the bowls within a split-second, raising a brow at his brother and smirking. “Six?” He asked, and Tech smiled sheepishly. “Phee?” A nod was all the confirmation he needed. 
The batch had met Phee only a few months ago, when she’d come knocking on their door in the early hours of the morning, asking for a flashlight when hers had run out. The whole family could see the instant connection between Phee and Tech, like a rope binding two bridges, destinies intertwined.
Home is whenever I’m with you
Phee arrived late - as usual - but with a big grin, stories and hugs. Omega followed her around with endless questions about her latest quest, asking about the other member to their trio - Ahsoka. Ahsoka came by occasionally, mostly for Omega and Echo. She’d recently joined Phee on her wild travels.
The family ate their soup with huge grins all around, even from Crosshair - who was masking his by remaining bent over his bowl. They washed up before finding a movie to watch, a tradition they’d created recently. 
Once the movie was over, Omega insisted they head into town for a walk. The batch had quickly discovered Omega loved walks, figuring it was because she’d been so confined most of her life.
And so, they walked through the town - all six of them - for an hour, taking in the beauty of Nay Mets. Hunter watched fondly as Tech held Omega up so she could examine one of the streetlights. 
He’d finally done it.
Here his family was.
Safe, and happy.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please send requests!!!
(taglist: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902)
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janeths · 8 months
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Period Month
since I’m on my period and thought “how would Bowser feel about it? ” Since ya know turtles don’t have menstrual cycles, and since he also doesn’t know much about the human anatomy either. So ye, this happens when Y/N accepts Bowser as his loving partner after the period storm.
Also I have so many one shots between Bowser and Y/N not written just brainstorming , I’ll just write them here, and then I’ll write them on AO3
I hope I don’t make Bowser too ooc, but if I do I’m sorry.
Gender neutral pronouns but ya know, it mentions periods. So ye
It was a beautiful morning, waking up in a kingdom. Especially waking up next to the most powerful and most gentle man, Bowser. “Bowser?! How long have you been up?” Y/N turns around and sees him looking at her, smiling. “Hmm..? Hours probably. I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so tired yesterday, thought I let you sleep more.” Y/N blinks then smiles. “You didn’t really had to do that… wait.. what time is it? “
“Hm? Oh I don’t know.“We got time still. I already have your clothes here. It’ll be hot over there, so I chose some light colors.” “Oh ye-.” Y/N suddenly grabs her stomach. “Uh… could I wear something more dark colors?”
“Is there something wrong with them?” He looks worried. “Oh! No no! It’s just that I’m not feeling the cool colors today that’s all.” “Can I choose them for you?” They both stood up and walked towards the huge closet. “Of course! Either way I don’t know what to wear.” Y/N feels a slight cramp. Don’t worry Y/N, just a small thing. It’ll go eventually.
“Are you ready to go, love? We’re gonna be late if we don’t go.” He says as he mutters under his breath, “Peach hates it when people are late…” Bowser breathes in, and gets a strange strong smell. I haven’t smelt that before, it’s quite strong though…
Couple of minutes passed, Y/N hasn’t gotten out of the room. Bowser was a bit worried and quickly ran upstairs to the room and found Y/N laying on the bed. “Y/N? Why are you still laying down? We’re gonna be late. If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to.” The strange smell is much stronger here, is it them? “Hm..? Oh Bowser… I uh..don’t feel too well… I think I’ll stay today. You could go.” Y/N covers herself and presses their stomach. “I’m not going anywhere but here.” Bowser calls Kamek to discharge the carriage, closes the door and sits next to Y/N. “What’s wrong, dear? Is it a headache? Fever? Stomach ache?” He touches their forehead gently. “No…I’m on my…Achoo!” Y/N sneezes unexpectedly and felt something wet and warm. “Oh no…” Y/N quickly takes the covers off and sees the forsaken storm they created. Feeling a bit of shame that Bowser has seen them in that position. THATS-! That’s the smell!
“Y/N! You’re bleeding! Let’s to go the hospital right away!” Bowser picks them up gently holding them with a blanket, and running towards downstairs. “Bowser! Calm down! Im fine!” He stops mid-track almost dropping Y/N. “But you’re bleeding! From down there!” “Bows..Let me go to the bathroom, and I’ll explain everything once I’m changed up. Just bring me clean clothes, alright love?”
Once Y/N cleaned themselves up, threw the dirty clothes and sheets onto the washer, they sit next to Bowser on the bed. “Have you calmed down a bit?” They chuckle as he blushes. “But Y/N what was that? You scared me! I thought you got hurt! I thought you were going to die on me! I kept thinking of horrible thoughts.” He frowns, hug them gently tight due to his figure and not wanting to hurt them. Y/N kisses his snout. “I’m sorry I scared you that way, I should have told you before.” “So what is it then? Because to me it looks like you were bleeding.” “Well… it’s sort of like that. Some mammals have to go through it. Turtles/Tortoises don’t since they are reptilian. I have it since it allows me to reproduce.” “Huh..” “But I don’t want to reproduce right now,so that means that this part right here.” Y/N points under their stomach. “Is what causes it. There’s little tiny eggs, which helps to make the child. But like I said I don’t want kids right now, so they kinda like erupt making me bleed and the consequences of not having a child, is that I have to suffer cramps, headaches, sleepiness, crying. It’s awful. Does that make sense now?” Y/N looks at him,not realizing their leg is shaking due to the cramps.“I do now, and feel much more relaxed. But…still, if you don’t want to reproduce, why do you have to suffer? Why go through it? Why.. everything?” “That’s just how it is…” “Is there anything I can do? Anything to help? I want to make you feel better.” “Well… I’m still cramping and I’m really tired… Do you think-” “Yes! Of course, come here.” They both lay on the bed and pulls them into a hug, their back facing Bowsers stomach. “Mhm.. how does that feel?” “Wonderful. Are your hands warm?”
“Yes, why ask?”
“Could you put them around my stomach? It’ll calm my cramps a bit.” He gently pulls them and puts his hand onto their stomach for reassurance. “I’ll stay here as long as I need too, don’t worry alright?”
“But what about-”
“Love, the kingdom can wait. My priority is to be here with you.” How did he know I was going to- never-mind I want to sleep.
“Y/N?” Fast asleep they went, and here comes the snores they offer. Bowser just chuckled to himself.
Those snores are so cute.
Bonus:
“Mario, I’m glad they didn’t come. It would have been such a terrible thing to send them back home.” Peach sighs, Mario walking back towards her with a warm towel and water. “Don’t worry about it, here…” Mario puts the warm towel on her stomach. “Thank you, Mario, but I really should-” “No, no. You need to at least rest. If you continue, your cramps will get worse. Ill take care whatever is necessary in the kingdom.” He kisses her forehead. “Now just rest my princess.”
Hmm… I never written anything here before. So uhhhh : I like Bowser :3
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