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winwintea · 28 days

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dreamies as your disney world boyfriend

pairing ▸ boyfriend!dreamies x reader author's note ▸ i am working on the SERIES I PROMISE GUYS... it's just quite long... oops. i needed to channel my inner disney for inspiration for this sorry. the prompt seemed to make more sense in my head so i guess it's just, 'dreamies at disney' now lol. ALSO SOME DISNEY TERMINOLOGY in there i apologize. should make sense but if it's confusing ask me lmfaooo

mark lee

photographer boyfriend obviously

doesn’t even complain about how many photos you want to take

is actually dying inside but hides it away with dad jokes to cope with the pain

“it’s not even noon yet and dis-knees are killing me bro”

will only complain about the heat

“It’s like we’re on the surface on the sun dude… like satan’s armpit. that’s crazzzzyy.”

you couldn’t help but laugh

but then he just KEPT GOING

“it’s like we’re in the inside of a mouth… there are things sticking to things that-”

and you cut him off right there.

can’t help the fact that bro is a D1 yapper.

will not wear mickey ears though no matter how much you beg him to :(

favorite ride: slinky dog dash

least favorite ride: dumbo

huang renjun

the boyfriend that actually disney bounds with you

so y’all are disney bounding as nick wilde and judy hopps from zootopia (renjun’s idea)

chenle took him to shanghai disney once, so he’s a big fan of duffy and friends

oh how disappointed he was when he realized that the mascots don’t exist in WDW

“preferred parking? i would prefer parking to be free, thank you very much.”

mood is very sour upon entering

“i know you’re cold but i did tell you to bring a jacket.” rude.

however once you two start collecting your first character signature he’s locked in

somehow more excited to meet the characters than the kids are? (ur 24. reality check!)

he gets more into it as the day goes on

YOU BET HE’S WEARING THE MICKEY EARS.

although he already had fox ears on to begin with anyways

favorite ride: mickey & minnie’s runaway railway

least favorite ride: seven dwarfs mine train (it was too short)

lee jeno

foodie boyfriend

wants a turkey leg like really badly

“that guy has a turkey leg… sir- um sir- where did you get that turkey leg”

you have to bribe this man with food.

which honestly is okay by you because you just wanna take photos of the food.

"yknow with this ride being 50 years old, you'd think they could've made the boats a little bigger. have to man spread now"

whatever you’re thinking of, that’s literally not what he meant.

he’s an innocent lil guy. (seriously, it just came out wrong.)

holds ur hand on all rides.

let’s you grab onto his muscles arms while you are nervous on the thrill rides

no mickey ears though. (it’s the bow that always throws them off)

favorite ride: rise of the resistance

least favorite ride: teacups

lee haechan

out of pocket boyfriend who will not stfu

“bambi’s the only movie i really couldn’t watch… i could not be as strong as bambi”

after you give him the, “wtf” look he just continues. on.

“cause if my mom died well… there goes my friend group.”

will randomly start singing disney songs in the middle of waiting for a ride.

in those show/ride/attractions he’s the only one clapping and screaming.

especially true for the beauty and the beast sing-a-long attraction, cause yknow he’s gonna scream his lungs out.

yeah he’ll wear mickey ears, but you bought him a goofy hat instead. It was more fitting.

“can’t believe disney made a character after me… should i sue?”

also complains a lot. way too much.

“EPCOT? more like every person comes out tired.”

favorite ride: pirates of the caribbean (he kept making a booty joke over and over again)

least favorite ride: toy story midway mania (bc he lost)

na jaemin

hardcore boyfriend photographer (pt 2) + ‘mom’ boyfriend

man knows all your best angles and where to take photos

“picture, picture over here… yes yes right… in front of the castle angel. oh that’s so pretty… in… in… down… up… okay! smile!”

you two spend like half the day taking photos, jaemin needs to show off his gf ofc.

cares for you the whole entire day, makes sure you drink enough water

aggressively refills your waterbottles every second he gets.

“when it doubt, chug it out! (cue jaemin chugging his own bottle)

he unfortunately will not wear mickey ears. (jaemin i believed in you.)

he’s not the one being taken photos of, so no mickey ears for him.

“princess i don’t wanna hear it. the humidity is good for you. this is like nature’s pore declogging.”

favorite ride: frozen ever after

least favorite ride: none (bc he did everything with u <3)

zhong chenle

in between buying you everything and calling everything too expensive boyfriend

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET A MEMBERSHIP WITH CLUB 33.

this man pulls you into that sus green building on main street, and your jaw drops.

club 33, is an exclusive, membership only restaurant at disney. it’s like an elite society filled with rich upper class, but at disney. (never been inside not sure how to describe it but oh boy is membership expensive.) the waitlist got so long in 2007, they closed it for 5 years. look it up on wikipedia disney lore goes hard

“i just asked a couple of friends, and they recommended me this place.” boy.

you’re panicking because you’re severely underdressed. (you’re in a jessie costume.)

he reassures you, since you’re at disney, and being dressed like this is normal.

once u have one of the most expensive meals of ur life, chenle drags u to every single thrill ride.

he also buys you a balloon and a bubble wand <3

but for some reason when you arrive at the gift shop he realizes he’s spent a lot.

“okay enough gift shop. look away from the gift shop. this vacation already has us in poverty.”

AND BRO ACTS LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TRIP IM NOT KIDDING.

he’ll buy you a nice meal at one of the restaurants and then…

“we’re not getting churros they’re 5 dollars.”

no mickey ears either why do you even ask

“next time i’ll take u to shanghai, it’s better okay?”

favorite ride: tower of terror

least favorite ride: it’s a small world after all

park jisung

anti-disney everything boyfriend

gets frustrated at everything. cannot read the map.

when he goes on small world…

he severely questions his mental sanity. like actually guys i think he needs help.

“this ride is for kids.”

the ride in question: the barnstormer! a 40 second kiddie roller coaster that has top speeds of up to 25mph!

literally jisung’s 13 reason.

he was screaming his little heart out poor baby.

“I’m not wearing those. Stop.” you do not stop. “Take these off of me right now.”

he wears the ears for half of the day though so a win is a win.

“we’re going to the other park? we’re not going home? there’s 3 more??????”

favorite ride: none

least favorite ride: all

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eternally-frozen · 2 years

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Private lessons

Synopsis: Dottore got kicked out of his studies due to various concerns about his psychological wellbeing. You, on the other hand, are currently majoring in biology - human anatomy and psychology. When he met you, you we’re still bright. Eager to learn and eager to follow the school system that ‘withholds’ true knowledge from it’s students. Dottore takes his opportunity to show you how things really work.

Warning: Dottore is crazy. you’re kidnapped but there’s no actual kidnapping scene, he tries to teach you about the brain by showing you a brain, he cuts the skull of a living dude, he also drugged the dude, you vomit, mentions of snot, dark themes in general, awake brain surgery, implied intimacy, hude dead dove do not eat,

Note: This is a modern setting, but everything is still in Teyvat. The akedemiya doesn’t get mentioned - you go to a different school. No visions mentioned, no clones mentioned. Idk why I wrote this - an angry spirit probably possessed me /j

Song recommendation: In pieces - Madison York

You used to study biology. Human anatomy and psychology, to be specific.

You used to, and somewhere along the way you got acquainted with Zandik.

Perhaps if you weren’t as busy, you wouldn’t have been fooled by his charming façade. Maybe you’d have noticed the obvious insanity in his eyes, Il Dottore, the second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, before it was too late.

But despite all your attempts at resisting, he remains stubborn.

You are so in love with your major, and who’d want that passion to die down because studies are held back due to ‘morals’ and rules.

You can’t imagine his reaction should the moment come where you find the courage to tell him you never wanted to study your major in his way.

Months prior, he crashed into your life like a bullet flying out of its barrel and straight into someone’s chest.

He’d cause a sequence of terrible events, ranging from one of your friends dying in a gang fight – to being disowned by your family after you’d gotten expelled with student loans suddenly driving you into debt.

All you had, was no more. And he was to blame.

Your life was done for, even if he opted to keep you alive for whatever reason he had in his deranged mind.

But, it wasn’t all bad at first. Dottore might’ve seemed like a normal man at some point. A bit intense, but previously never dangerous in your eyes.

He’d been your saviour only a few months ago. If not for him, you’d still be stuck with your thesis. It was mostly your fault for choosing a subject you didn’t particularly like, and yet, he’d spend his free evenings tutoring you, explaining the things you failed to understand with patience and reward.

You used to like talking with him.

At one point he brought you comfort and joy. You couldn’t help but search for his crimson eyes within the crowds of Sumeru city, hoping to catch him before you’d head to your next class.

But everything comes to an end eventually, and when you finished your thesis you stopped visiting him.

You wonder, had your choices been different – had you kept visiting him – would you still be in bliss, unaware of those crimson eyes stalking you?

And despite everyone close to you either dying or getting hurt, he only lost his temper with you once.

It must’ve been a petty argument, you can’t remember what you two had been screaming about, but knowing him, it must’ve been related to your studies.

In the heat of the argument he grabbed you by your arms with enough force to make you fear him. His grip was strong, leaving you no place to escape until you’d finally admitted you were the one in the wrong.

Zandik does not feel any emotions – you know this. His eyes are always distant, thinking about something that’s probably incomprehensible to you. The only time he ever had emotion in his eye was during that argument. Almost like a light returning, if only for a split moment.

It had taken a full week for the bruises to fade away. Not that it mattered much, no one was able to see the bruises on you. Only a few hours after the argument, he made up his mind; he’d take you.

Whatever that light in his eyes was, it had been a clear sign. Somewhere along the way you had provoked him to kidnap you and take you away from everything you knew.

You have a huge gap in your memories of that time. For you it felt like you woke up in a different nation after the argument with Dottore. When you first woke up and asked him about it, he calmly told you it was your punishment – or whatever that was supposed to mean.

He’d taken you from Sumeru all the way across different nations until he reached his destination in the frozen lands of Snezhnaya. On your first day there he told you his real identity and his affiliations with the Tsarista.

Even with that information, his motivations remained unclear. Confusion floods your mind at night when you lay next to his sleeping body. Why would he keep you by his side? Why does he insists on doing this? Is he toying with you?

You can only imagine him wanting you to lower your guard.

Not that he’d ever let you though.

As hard as it is to admit, He likes you. Your reactions make his heart beat faster and he wildly encourages you to do the craziest things.

A sick smile paints his face whenever you hurl objects at his face, probably entertained by your futile attempts to harm him. Furthermore, the way he condescendingly lures you into discussions only for him to explain why you’re in the wrong.

You hate him.

You really fucking hate him.

The door behind you is locked, you checked it moments before.

Is this another one of his lessons?

“You wanted to learn more about human anatomy, correct?”

Dottore’s voice is steady, never revealing any emotions to you. His eyes move up, watching your glare waver when you meet his crimson gaze. You continue to linger by the exit, despite it being locked.

“No.”

Your voice is weak. It breaks and the tone wavers. Dottore watches your eyes dart around the room. He had made it clear; there’s no exit, not without him granting you one.

And how he loves your wide eyes looking everywhere aside from the person he drugged and laid on an operation table. Your hands are in fists, occasionally clenching together before slightly relaxing again, undoubtedly clampy from the sweat. It’s precious. You’re anxious.

“For someone who is so passionate to study behaviour, you’re awfully weak at acknowledging your own.”

He’s mocks you.

You try to even your breaths, in- and out again. You’re uncertain what he’s trying to teach you. Yesterday he’d gotten a random set of organs for you to study. Today? The drugged man on the table, the tools laid out on a sterile table..

Fuck. You’re so fucked.

Dottore lifts up a pair of latex gloves. White, the same type he made you use yesterday.

His voice continues,

“Did you ever get the joy of participating in the lectures of the human brain? Or did I get you expelled before experiencing them?”

He keeps his relaxed smile but slightly tilts his face down, eyes taunting you to lash out at him.

Still, you reply with as much control as you can muster,

“Yes.” - the basics you know. “I experienced…the first few lectures.”

Your voice trails off as you watch him move around the operation table. He helps the person on the table upright before attaching him to a device, something to keep his head from moving around.

You try to stand your ground. Part of you wants to believe him. He always tells you, ‘You know I can’t hurt you, bunny’. But what truths do his words hold when he failed that promise long ago?

“Did you know, in the third year or so,-“

You watch him circle around the table. His fingers move down towards the tools, he lifts up something connected to a wire. You can’t see what it is exactly, so you move your eyes back to him.

“They showed us a brain.” He laughs, “Of course not a ‘real’ one.”

He walks around the person, stopping at the end where his head lays. The male in on the operation table tries to move his head up, but the frame keeps his head restricted.

Dottore continues,

“The academia used ones that were preserved and taken from people who lived an average life. They all died at old age, but not before signing a contract to donate their bodies to science once their family had mourned them.”

He waves his hand towards the chair that is placed in the middle of the empty room. It’s facing the side of the operation table. Probably set up to get a clearer view of both the ‘patient’ and Dottore.

“Sit down.”

You gulp down hard. The room itself is big, but smaller than any others you’ve seen.

The manor he resides remains largely unused. By now you’re used to the piles of dust and the spiders that hide in the corners of each room.

When you first explored his home it looked abandoned. Untouched and deprived from anything ‘homey’. But after a week or so, familiar items started to pop up.

Books previously in your possession, ranging from children stories to the sappy romance ones you used as your little escape, they all found its way here. It created a weird sense of safety – and he probably planned it like that.

He had also obtained multiple portraits. There’s one in the grand hall that paints a way too accurate version of yourself next to Dottore, his arm encircled around your waist as you both smile forward.

You hate the paintings.

But the creepiest things he obtained is the collection of stuffed animals that you used to sleep with.

When you first work up in his manor you’d been tucked into a king sized bed with fluffy blankets, multiple pillows and the nostalgic plushies. Your new bedroom was designed like your old one. Similar and comfortable, but after a week he decided to put an end to that safety.

You can only assume he burned the stuffed animals along with the pictures of friends and family that’d long been replaced with his face.

Though, you wonder how he’d gotten them in the first place. Part of you was worried for your family. Had he been at your parents’ home? It couldn’t be, why would he go through all that effort…

The floor creaks as you move your legs forward to the chair. He keeps his gaze on your form, and you return his gaze fiercely. Any form of fear he’ll take as submission, leading to worse ‘lessons’.

Still, your thoughts are less controlled. Will he lunge forward when you sit down? What’s up with the operation setting? What will he gain from this? What’s todays lesson?

He gives you a small smile when you sit down onto the chair. It’s not close enough to the table for you to feel intimidated. You’re still three meters away from Dottore. You pull your legs together and try to pull your dress down more. You feel exposed in the empty room.

You can do this.

“Book.”

You panic for a second and he smirks before tauntingly pointing his index finger towards an item on the floor; the book.

It’s nearby, so you lean down and grab it.

You recognise it. It’s the same one you were studying before he kidnapped you.

You remember the first few chapters. It contains an introduction about the anatomy of the brain, dividing it in parts, telling the reader what each side does, and how the brain works when stimulated in certain circumstances.

You remember only diving deep into the functions of the frontal lobe. You fail to recall them now, you’re too stressed out.

Despite the stress, you’re able to figure out today’s lecture.

Dottore speaks up, “Lesson one,”

His red eyes watch you lift your chin up. Your eyes are wide and shaken. Your chest is heaving up and down as you start to hyperventilate. Dottore’s breaths in deeply and his pupils dilate.

‘Smart girl.’

He inhales sharply though his nose, “A human can undergo a conscious brain surgery. You know how it works, I assume?”

You part your lips slightly, horror in your eyes as you weakly shake your head.

The guy on the table is a male. Average in height and weight. He has no noticeable features and seems to be only a few years older than you. You can see his skull from your position. There’s a dotted line drawn across his forehead.

He’s going to exercise a conscious brain surgery.

“Dottore.” You breath out, eyebrows furrowed together. “Please.”

You only see the side of his face, but you get a clear view of the grin that breaks free.

“Don’t worry. He signed a waiver of agreement to make you feel more at ease.”

He flips on a button and the tool in his hand starts buzzing. You recognise it now, it’s a medical drill, something to cut bones with. When he moves it up to the patient’s skull and you quickly avert your gaze.

You feel bile starting to rise from your stomach and you gag in response. Your fists clench onto the book, trying to keep you grounded. You can hear Dottore’s voice, though the words don’t register in your brain.

Water pools onto your lower eyelid and you lift a hand up to your mouth keep yourself from puking. Your eyes are casted onto the ground. Each inhale though your nose physically hurts. The disgusting aftertaste of vomit remains in the back of your throat.

Is it too late to pray?

The buzzing sounds continue for longer than you like, and when it stops you remain in your position, frozen in place.

You focus on breathing. In, and out again. Your body is trembling and you jolt when you feel two hands place themselves onto your arms.

“Please,” Dottore’s face is only a few inches away from yours. Within his strong grip you’re at his mercy. He watches you struggle a few more seconds before he sternly tells you to quit it.

You let out a pathetic sob, leaning forward into his direction, letting your head fall down in defeat. Tears and snot run down your face. His hold on you is the only thing keeping you from tumbling down onto the ground.

“We will continue this until you’ve properly learnt your stupid biology. It’s up to you to decide how many people get to die. Understood?”

You shake your head weakly. “I can’t.”

He groans, “You must, and you will.”

He releases his grip on your arms. When your body falls forward he puts a hand on your sternum, pushing you back with ease.

His fingerprints burn onto your skin. The latex gloves are no longer sterile, you can feel the blood staining your dress and skin, but you doubt he cares.

Dottore watches as you slowly compose yourself. It takes a bit, but he remains silent.

“There we go.” He removes the hand that’s been pushing you into the chair. “Wasn’t that hard was it?”

Your eyes remain fixed on the floor for a few more seconds. You listen to Dottore’s footsteps. He’s gone and you feel your body start to tremble again.

You don’t want this. You never wanted this.

Something tells you to look up.

You wish you didn’t.

The upper part of the man’s skull is removed. You have a clear view of the brain that’s been exposed to the air. The removal was done with precision, not a part of his brain is harmed.

A drop of blood floods down from the open part of his skull to his eyes. You watch the male groan weakly in response.

He’s still alive.

Dottore watches your body hit the ground before you vomit. You sob, whine and gag. Your small hands fly all over the place. One placed on the ground, trying to keep yourself from falling into the pool of vomit, while the other is busy wiping away the snot, vomit and tears that fall from your face.

A warm smile creeps up on Dottore’s face as he watches your intense reaction.

“Y/N.” He snaps his fingers once.

You stop your movements.

Are you going to die? Is he mad because you vomited? You lift a shaky hand up to your mouth.

His shoes come in view once again. His head is close to yours, he’s crouching down in front of you.

Time seems to stop as you gaze back into his crimson eyes.

“Hello?” He snaps his fingers in front of you.

You blink and you move your eyes back to the ground. The pool of vomit makes you sick again.

”S…sorry-“ You sob once more.

He rubs his fingers between his brow, a revelation hitting him.

With a somewhat sudden movement he stands up, frightening you and making you sob even harder.

You’re no sight to behold at the moment. Covered in vomit, tears and snot running down your face, and reeking of sweat.

He undoubtedly put himself in a less than favourable situation.

After today he’s going to have to deal with delays in your study and those nightmares that you get.

Whatever.

A small miscalculation on his part.

He takes off his white lab coat and throws it onto the male on the operation table, covering the exposed brain and likely injuring it in the process.

He has no intention to keep the patient.

The experiment had long lost his privilege to live.

Dottore’s experiment started to lose organ functions a few days ago. It’d eventually lead him to die without ever completing the tests Dottore put him under.

Truly unfortunate, but Dottore still gifted the dying man one last gift.

As Dottore turns his attention back to you he realises he might’ve fucked you up a bit though.

No worries.

He’ll patch you up again.

Tomorrow’s lesson can wait for now.

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bubuslutty · 10 months

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part 8: carpool karaoke

Pairing: platonic moon boys x fem!reader

word count: 897

Tags: reader is referred to darling because i said so (and steven calls her darling cuz he’s a lil british dude innit), some fluff with our boy Jake!!

Warnings: none

Summary: darling stays late to the library and texts jake to come n pick her up

a/n: Nu Nu & You Wish by Flyana Boss

Me: jake

Me: are you done with work?

Jake: yeah why?

Me: are you home?

Jake: not yet

Me: can you pick me up pls?

Jake: where are you?

Me: library

Jake: I’ll be there in 15

Darling waits for Jake in front of the library building, hood pulled over her head and trying to act like a roadman so she won’t get harassed or killed by some stranger in the middle of the night.

When Jake pulls up in his black taxi, she sighs in relief, bag slung over her shoulder and opens the passenger door, getting in and chucking her bag into the back seats.

“How was work?” She asked, turning her head to look at the man, a dark shadow cast over his eyes due to his hat, his gloved fingers resting on the wheel.

“Good, how was studying?” He asked.

“Torture, can I play some music?”

“Sure. Are you hungry?” Jake asked and she paused for a second, “A bit yeah, do you want to go somewhere specific?”

Jake ends up driving them to his favourite Kebab place while Darling sings along to the music playing through the car’s speakers. And Jake bobs his head along the beat, tapping his fingers against the wheel when they’re at a red light while Darling sings her heart out to the cuntiest and girliest song ever, and this time it’s songs from a duo called Flyana Boss.

She even goes as far as to make a whole seated choreography in his passenger seat while he glances at her once in a while, secretly amused. She sure has a lot of energy when she has very visible dark circles and droopy tired eyes, maybe it’s human zoomies or some shit, whatever it is, it gives Jake some entertainment in his otherwise empty cab.

Jake also ends up victim to listening to whatever new music she’s listening to at the moment, gracing his ears with new noises and melodies every other week when he has to drive her somewhere. And sometimes, he adds some of her played songs to his own Spotify playlist, without telling her of course, because that’ll make her ego big for no reason and annoy him.

And when they do get kebabs, they sit at a two-person table, facing each other while eating. And Darling is rambling and babbling about random things, she does that sometimes, if she gets enough tired, she somehow becomes delusional and starts talking with no filter.

Jake doesn’t mind the chatting, he’s just happy to be eating something before passing out in bed to rest. But hanging out with their neighbour is also nice. It was nice to have to listen to another voice other than Khonshu’s or the screams of death and pain in dark hallways.

Jake doesn’t tell her about his job, she knows he’s a cab driver as cover, but has never asked anything about what he actually does. And she’s no dummy, she knows he serves Khonshu’s justice with his fists and a gun strapped up to him at all times.

To put it shortly, he’s quite a grey character while she’s violently colourful.

“Yep, that’s what I’m talking about, yummy in my tummy-” Darling talks to herself and nods while devouring her kebab and shoving chips down her throat.

“Thanks for paying, by the way.” She thanks him without looking up.

“Don’t worry about it, anything for my favourite clown.” Jake teases, taking off his hat and running his hand through his slicked-back hair, white crisp button-up stretching over his broad shoulders, muscled back and biceps.

“Hey!” Darling glares at him and he laughs, “You’re a clown. You sometimes dress like one, and you procrastinate revising for tests and then when they approach, you have a panic attack and Steven has to hold your hand while you revise.”

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m trying!” Darling whines, taking a swing from her Fanta.

“I know,” Jake says, and that’s one of the closest things he can get to as a compliment.

“I’m done, let’s go.” Darling eventually says, slapping her hands on her thighs like a 40-year-old dad and starts cleaning up the table while Jake helps and wears his jacket and hat.

“Cheers, bossman! Good night!” Darling says loudly, giving the man behind the counter a thumbs up and walking out of the door as Jake gives the man a polite nod.

Jake unlocks the cab and goes around to his door, and when he notices her still standing there, he frowns, “What are you doing?”

“Look,” She points at the sky, behind him, and he turns around, “The moon looks beautiful tonight.”

Jake looks up at the sky, free of any clouds and sees the bright moon shining in the middle of the sky, in all of its beautiful glory, “Hm, it’s nice.”

“Jake, whatever you’ve done tonight, you did a good thing. So thank you.” Darling says, voice low, almost a whisper.

Jake doesn’t say anything and keeps staring at the moon, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He shivers and turns to look at her, “Get in, Steven has class tomorrow and so do you.”

“Fine, mum.” Darling groans dramatically and gets in the car, buckling herself in.

“Can I play some mu-”

“Hell nah.”

“Why not? I thought you liked my music?”

“You’ve had your turn, now it’s mine.”

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defectivevillain · 1 year

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save your tears

pairing: donatello x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified, but masc-intended

You hate your job. Working at Albearto’s is your own personal hell. Not only do you have to maintain an overly cheerful attitude at all times, but you also have to clean up after messy children and sing birthday songs nearly every hour. Furthermore, the animatronics that are supposed to sing the songs with you rarely ever work. Your boss loves to yell at you for that, which you think is a bit unfair, since you have no control over the animatronics.

“Get through the birthday song this time,” your boss orders, crossing one leg over the other in his fancy office chair. You’re currently standing in his office, resisting the urge to cry, scream, or even run away. You grit your teeth and bite back your objections. Once you finally manage to escape the interrogation, you make your way to the stage and, subsequently, the bear animatronic. You press the button on the back of Albearto’s neck, only for it not to move. Your heart is positively racing, especially when you notice the group of children waiting expectantly. You take a deep breath and rush behind the stage, dialing a familiar number with shaking hands.

Thankfully, Donnie answers the phone. “Dude, I really need your help,” you say, biting your lip. You pause for a moment to take in the scene before you. Donnie is standing in front of the camera, his attention on you. Mikey and Raph appear to be fighting in the background, while Leo watches on with a disgruntled expression.

“For you, anything,” Donnie says with a worrying amount of sincerity. You feel yourself getting flustered for a moment. “As long as it does not involve bees, or spiders, or beach balls.” You chuckle, a warm feeling rising in your chest.

“It doesn't involve any of those things,” you reassure him. The turtle sighs in relief. You take another deep breath, needing to keep yourself calm amidst the chaos. The children standing in front of the stage scream and you grimace. “Can you fix Albearto?” Donnie moves to say something but he’s interrupted.

“You still haven’t gotten through the “Happy Birthday” song yet?” Leo’s voice reaches your ears. Raph and Mikey say something along those lines, too, and you stay silent. You can’t help but feel incredibly embarrassed at failing to do something so simple.

“Just help me, please.” Your desperation must be evident in your voice, because Donatello’s eyes widen and his expression turns serious. He nods and says that they'll be there in a few minutes. You try to tell him that you don’t need all four of them, but Donnie ignores you and hangs up. You exhale slowly and close your eyes, hoping that they arrive quickly.

Thankfully, Donnie and his brothers arrive within five minutes. Leo, Raph, and Mikey quickly disappear—likely to look for pizza—while Donnie walks over to you. You resist the inexplicable urge to hug him in gratitude and instead try to explain the situation. Donnie nods and goes to look at Albearto. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like anything will blow up or break apart.

“You know you’re too good for this place,” Donatello remarks, as he's tinkering around with the animatronic’s wires. You raise an eyebrow, shocked that he’s talking to you while doing his work. The turtle has always been weirdly insistent on having silence while he works. At least, until now. “I mean, a bunch of gremlin kids…”

“I don't really have a choice,” you admit, picking at a thread on your sleeve. You look up at Donnie, only to find that he’s already staring at you. “This was the only place hiring.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Donnie says before turning back to the animatronic in front of him. He works in silence for the next few minutes. Your eyes are drawn to him as he fixes Albearto. His fingers are nimble and quick as he rearranges wires with ease. Before you can begin to envy him, Donnie jumps up and grins. “Voila, Albearto 2.14.2!”

“Thank you so much,” you choke out, only feeling a little better. Admittedly, you still feel pretty stressed. That much must be evident, because Donnie’s eyebrows furrow and his gaze flits about your face as if searching for something. His lips part to say something before he’s swiftly interrupted by his brothers.

“Thanks for the pizza,” Leo grins, walking up to the two of you. Raph and Mikey echo the sentiment. For a moment, the group of you stand around awkwardly. Immediately, you realize you need to get back to the birthday party. Muttering out apologies, you race back to the stage. Luckily, the boys get the hint and they turn to walk away. Leo, Mikey, and Raph all wave goodbye over their shoulders and Donnie smiles at you before following behind them.

The party goes pretty well, somehow. You get through the entire birthday song, which is a new record for you. Unfortunately, the children are still messy as hell. When they finally leave, hours later, there is garbage everywhere. Your boss walks in at the worst time—just as you’re about to begin cleaning up—and stares in disbelief. You don't get the time to explain, as he promptly snatches the badge from your shirt and tells you to get lost. You desperately want to argue, but instead you order him to mail your paycheck and walk out. You maintain an air of tranquility, even as you hop down into the sewer and towards the turtles’ hideaway.

You walk in to find Mikey playing video games and Ralph tossing something up and down in the air. You voice greetings to the both of them before taking a few steps further into their hideout. Leo is nowhere to be found. You idly wonder where Donnie is.

“Albearto sang to the kids, right?” a familiar voice asks. You look to the side, only to find Donnie staring at you expectantly. You’re a bit surprised that he’s asking, considering he typically has absolute faith in his inventions.

“Yeah, he did,” you nod, your voice cracking towards the end of the sentence. Donnie raises an eyebrow at you, evidently sensing the discord in your voice. “Thanks, Donnie.”

“What’s wrong?” You immediately curse Donatello’s observation skills. You avert your eyes from his intense gaze and focus on the wall. It takes you a few moments to even say it. You’re brutally aware of Mikey and Raph’s attention suddenly fixed on you, too. The reality of the situation is beginning to dawn on you. You don't have a job anymore.

“I got fired,” you manage to choke out. You shake your head in disbelief, unable to shake off the unfair dismissal. You had absolutely no control over the children and their messiness. Donnie visibly stiffens. “It didn’t really matter, in the end.”

Your eyes burn and your chest feels tight. Before you can quite process what you’re doing, you’re walking to the other room. You’re lost in your thoughts, so much so that you miss the exchange between the turtles behind you. The four brothers exchange worried glances, before Donnie nods resolutely and follows after you. Meanwhile, you move to sit on the couch in the corner of the empty room, burying your head in your knees. Embarrassment, anger, irritation, and guilt all battle for prominence in your mind.

“Hey, hey,” Donnie says from his position in the doorway, concern leaking into his voice. He moves to sit down next to you and slings an arm around your shoulders reassuringly—a motion you would be flustered by, if you weren’t panicking. “That dump definitely isn’t worth crying over.”

“I know,” you laugh wetly. You wipe at your eyes and look up to meet your friend’s eyes. Donnie is staring at you with a worried expression. You can’t help but let out a pained laugh. “I just... wanted to repay you guys.”

“What?” Donatello looks at you in complete and utter confusion, which only makes you feel guiltier. You’re practically taking advantage of their kindness. Remorse prickling along your skin, you shake your head.

“You guys have always been so nice to me,” you start, wiping at your eyes again. The tears won’t stop now. You take a few shuddering gasps, unexpectedly robbed of breath. Donnie’s hand slips down and spreads reassuring warmth to your back. “I just feel like a burden. I-I wanted to do something for you.”

“You don’t have to pay us back,” Donatello squints at you, as if that much were obvious. “You just being here is repayment enough. We all want you here.” The expression on his face is so honest that you audibly choke on your breath. The all encompassing pronoun doesn’t leave your mind. We.

“Oh,” you murmur quietly. You’re a bit lost for words. The proximity between Donatello and you is suddenly rather noticeable. Donnie’s leg is touching yours and you swallow hard.

“And you are not a burden,” Donnie states with absolute certainty, turning to put his hands on your jaw. His thumb ghosts over your bottom lip and, before you can process what’s happening, he’s surging forward and kissing you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he tugs you closer, to the point where you’re nearly sitting in his lap. Within a few seconds, a pointed cough sounds from the hallway.

The two of you reluctantly break apart and turn around, only to find Raph, Mikey, and Leo standing in the doorway. You completely freeze and Donnie’s eyes widen. The turtles stare back at you. Evidently, it’s too late to try to play it off.

To your surprise, Mikey starts clapping excitedly and grinning at the both of you. Raph mimes choking and gagging. Meanwhile, Leo has an infuriatingly knowing expression on his face. You roll your eyes at the three of them. Donnie goes an interesting shade of red and his hands slip from your face, as he races over to his brothers and starts to yell at them. Before long, the four brothers are in a fight of sorts. You can’t help but laugh at their antics. They all grin and throw themselves at you. All of a sudden, you’re smushed by the four exceedingly muscular turtles. Before long, a fond smile slips onto your face and you hug them back.

endnotes: yall. Y’ALL.... I just came across tmnt rise (since my family didn’t have Netflix until abt a month ago)... safe to say I am absolutely in love with Donnie. in the 2012 series, my favorite was Leonardo but... BUT.... I have changed lanes 😭 sobs.

and the way i only got to ep2 before immediately thinking about fic ideas.... sigh. my fourth grade self is screamingggg.

#defectivevillain #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x male reader #donatello x male reader #tmnt #rise donnie #tmnt x reader #male reader #masc reader #gn reader

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taste-thewaste · 23 days

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fic pride tag

thank you so much for the tags my lovely friends <3 @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

this is going to be interesting because I have to be nice to myself and proud of my work lol let's goooo (all of these are firstprince because i'm vanilla)

1. Gorgeous. Another short little dude in my T Swift series, inspired by the song. This is the first line, and I've always loved it:

They are in a small bar in Paris, drunk on French 75s and the nearness of each other, staring at the Eiffel Tower when Alex starts making fun of him.

2. i wanna touch your body (so fucking electric). my beloved first smut fic!! so proud of how this one turned out actually. here's my favorite bit of the boys sexting each other

Later that night, when Henry is safely sequestered in his rooms and able to do what he likes, he opens his text thread with Alex and sends a barb of his own. Thinking about the way your dick looks when it’s curved against your belly. You’re so fucking pretty. Alex’s phone goes off, and he looks away from the skillet that he’s cooking chicken in to check. He reads Henry’s text and his cheeks flame, a bolt of lightning heads straight to his groin, and his dick stirs. Pretty? Yes. You have a pretty cock, Alex. Sue me. Alex moans, and he can’t think of what to say because his mind is flushed with want and need. Luckily, Henry seems to know this and follows up. I want your pretty cock in my pretty mouth so I can hear you beg. Alex’s dick is painfully hard, and he’s grateful for just a moment, in his haze of arousal, that he’d swapped his characteristically tight jeans for sweatpants when he’d gotten home. He manages to tap out a response before he starts taking care of himself. I’d be begging so loud that we’d rattle the ghosts of all those dead gay kings in that castle. I’d peel the wallpaper with my screams for you, baby. Alex finishes coming as soon as the smoke alarm in the kitchen goes off. He’s burned the chicken.

3. i could've danced all night. henry tutu fic!! this fic is so filthy, and i love this bit

“You…your dick is, uh, ahhhh, cock, and…” is all Alex manages to spit out before throwing his head back and abandoning all pretense of sexy talk. He can’t focus on anything but the feeling of Henry’s giant hands on him ( seriously , is anything about this man tiny?) and how close he is to coming. “My ‘dick is cock’, eh? That’s eloquent. Pure poetry, love,” Henry says with a low, throaty laugh, feeling himself going even harder than he already had been. Alex cock drunk is his favorite thing; the idea that he can fuck Alex stupid does something to him. He strokes even faster, shutting Alex up before he can even attempt some kind of comeback.

4. only bought this dress so you could take it off. alex in a little black dress and red bottoms! utter filth. here's my favorite part.

Alex knows what’s coming soon, who’s coming soon, and the thought brings a grin to his face. “Look at you, so out of your mind that you’re reduced to fucking a carpet because you just can’t get enough. It hurts, doesn’t it, you little slut? It hurts but it feels good, it feels so good , doesn’t it?” He punctuates each ‘good’ with a dig of the heels, and then Henry screams, fucking screams like his spirit is being wrenched from his body. He waits until Henry’s finished—he can tell by the way he is just lying there, spent, his body heaving and out of breath—and then he steps off. The vague part of Alex that is still himself underneath the fog of arousal that’s clouded his head wants to pull Henry up, clean him off, make sure he’s okay. That part, however, is locked in the recesses of his brain, and he wants to keep going because it’s his turn now, and by the look Henry gives him when he sits up, he knows that, too. “Come here.” Alex snaps his fingers again, and Henry starts to rise to his feet. “Did I say to stand up? I said to come here. ” Henry stops, looks up at Alex like he is confused, but he isn’t, and Alex knows it. He drops to his knees and crawls forward, his knees pushing through the mess he’s made without even thinking, moves forward until he is right in front of Alex.

5. turn the desert to glass (you would be the one). henry's tummy fic, the fic I am most proud of. i worked so hard on it!! here's two of my favorite parts bc i can't pick just one

After a few moments, Alex rests one hand on the lower part of Henry’s belly, where he’s the softest, and leans over to grab another spoonful of mousse. “You look like the most pampered, spoiled, overfed little prince right now,” he says in a low voice as the bite of rich dessert disappears down Henry’s pretty throat.

and

A tiny sound squeaks past Henry’s lips, a sound he can’t control but knows will drive Alex mad, a sound that means more . Alex slips a finger inside of him, and another, opens him up like he is a book he’s been dying to read, and Henry bares down shamelessly, his own hand twisted in the sheets at his side.

6. Your Lipstick, His Collar. my multi chap emo early 2000s college au being co-written with my bestie! this fic is so. much. fun. and here's a bit I love from one of my chapters:

“Here, you dropped this.” Alex’s iPod, suddenly pinker than anything in the world had a real right to be, is being handed to him. Alex looks up finally and his stomach does a flip as Henry’s eyes, as blue as any ocean he’s ever seen, lock with his. Now that he’s up close, he can see the remnants of yesterday’s eyeliner still smudged around Henry’s eyes, and he wants to know why and how and when and where he’s worn it. He wants to sit next to him and watch him put it on. He wants to watch Henry squeeze into those jeans that are really too tight to be allowed, really too tight to be anything more than a major tease, and he wants to…oh, he has to stop thinking right fucking now because things are going to get even more awkward if he doesn’t. “Thanks,” Alex says quietly, trying to not think about the feeling of Henry’s fingers against his as he takes the iPod. They’re soft and gentle, and all he can imagine is the delicate way they must hold an eyeliner pencil. “I like that song,” Henry says, and Alex can’t handle the way the words come out of his mouth, the way they fall from his lips in the lightest, most dignified accent, like the gentle flapping of a bird’s wing. “What?” Alex blurts stupidly, the word falling from his lips with a thud and rolling down the sidewalk like a giant turd. Christ, he’s an idiot.

7. take me out, and take me home. my newest, my lil baby!

Alex tells him the things he’s never told anyone, and Henry places a hand on his knee while he talks. He is quiet and still and holds Alex’s words with so much reverence and care. In return, Henry tells him the things he’s most afraid of, the things that have hurt him the most. He stares Alex in the eyes and gives him pieces of himself that he has never given to anyone.

tagging: @england-would-fall @henrysfox @agostobuwan @stratocumulusperlucidus @priincebutt

@piratefalls @doublecheekedkinard those are my 7 but please feel free to use this open tag and tag me if you want to do it!!

#fic pride #my fic

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stringledcheese · 2 years

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Them with a S/O that likes to sing!

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Aizawa, Shinsou, and Bakugou (separate) x gn!Reader

Warnings: None at all :) A/N: There’s probably better labels then the ones then just “if you like metal singing” but I don’t really know the exact terminology, I just didn’t want those people to be left out :>

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Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead

- He 100% loves it and feels no shame in expressing it in his own little grumpy way. - But when I say he loves your singing I mean it, he loves it. - This guy barely cares about what his food tastes like so he’s not gonna care what you sound like, he’ll vibe all the same. - 10/10 Sleepy man approved - You wanna do him a favour and indulge his need for your voice? - Sing this man to sleep

- Aizawa is always run ragged and exhausted from both hero patrols and working as a UA teacher to around 20 super powered hormone filled teenagers.

- So it’s safe to say he is on the brink of sleep just about all the time.

- Sing him to sleep and he could sleep standing

- Not like he doesn’t already but that's besides the point.

- It’s almost like some sort of hypnosis for him, when you start singing he’s dead asleep and is basically impossible to wake up.

- Poor Mic actually thought he was dead once when he came over to your shared home to drop off some stuff. - Now he doesn’t really care what you sing, so if you’re a metal singer he’s chill - I mean, he’s used to sleeping in the middle of the day in an active classroom. - So it’s safe to say not much can phase and or wake him up from sleep. - So go ahead and scream your throat away, Aizawa will support by laying there like a corpse. - If you somehow manage to wake him up you will be attacked with at least 3 pillows. - He’ll try to send at least one cat after you but they’d just rub up on your legs. - So for your own sake of not getting pelted with pillows and getting cat soldiers getting sent to you try and be in a different room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shinsou Hitoshi

- Does this second generation sleepy boy like your singing? - Short answer, yes and no. - Shinsou is as blunt as a butter knife and as tired as a person that’s coming down from drinking a two liter of nothing but pure espresso. - So if you find yourself singing while Shinsou is trying to, or is taking a nap he can and will tell you to knock it off. - Out of love, but still. - If he’s feeling nice he’ll silently hand you a glass of water or a snack you like to occupy you with something so he can get some shut eye while your getting sustained. - Drink your water kids or shinsou will be coming for your knees - Though if you just badger him enough to sing he’ll give in out of the lack of energy he has to care enough. - Afterwards he 100% will be better off. - It’s basically common understanding at this point that the little purple man gets no sleep, but, to try and sleep he puts on ambiance. - Just those like hour to two hour long videos on youtube of rain sounds or random soothing noises, so when he sleeps he’s used to having noise. - Because youtube is youtube, the occasional “siren” singing video pops up and he conks out so fast he doesn’t realize that it’s basically sleeping medication for him. - So when you start singing? - It doesn’t matter what or how you sing he is fucking out. - Halfway through whatever song your doing he’ll just be a dead weight in your arms. - Now if you’re metal singer? - He’s just like his fannon/illegitimate father, 0 fucks to give he will sleep like a baby through it. - Idk runs in the blood I guess. - But on the non-sleeping side of things he actually does quite enjoy metal and or rock music. - Shinsou will turn into your 1# fan - Be expecting a noise complaint from every dude in the dorms because he will ask for you to sing to him at all hours of the day with 0 shame.

Bakugou Katsuki

- This asshole

- We all lovem, but this asshole.

- Trust me, he does actually enjoy your singing quite a bit. - You could sing about the entire wiki article on armadillos and he’d eat it up like some really good spicy noodles. - But that doesn’t mean he’ll act like like - Because no - He acts like it’s the possibly the most annoying thing known to man. - I may be over exaggerating a little but not by far. - If you start to sing when both of your are alone things will be flung, pillows, blankets, plushies, anything soft to get you to make it look like to anyone else that he wants you to stop. - He doesn’t really want you to stop - But he has a tough guy personally to hold up here guys, let him have his pride. - During late nights though, all that drops. - All he wants to do is cuddle you closer then humanly possible. - He’s soft as those pillows you feel in stores but never buy. - If you really want him to be a puddle of big strong angry blonde man though? Lay him on your chest and sing. - He will become a big heap of puddy - Double trauma points if you headcanon he’s deaf/losing his hearing - Bakugou’s 100% supportive of anything you sing. - Definitely your 1# hype man and if you sing in front of others he’ll be so proud - He is the type of guy to say “thats my partner” because he’s just so happy that your his. - If your a metal singer though? - He’s 100% singing with you all the way - Bakugou’s vocal cords have been screeching like a banshee almost 2 quarters of his life, he’s practically trained for it. - Though he goes a little extra feral when he’s screaming lyrics or just straight up screaming with you. - So you guys just end up vibing while sounding like multiple felonies happening at once. - Even if you don’t sing metal/just straight scream, he’ll occasionally sing along with you. - His singing voice is a little crusty but beautiful, but he won’t sing loud for anything. - Try teasing him about it. - Trust me he loves you but at that point his explosions will be rated E for everyone - Including you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading :D This will probably have a part 2, I don’t really know :)

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tunafishprincess · 1 month

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Ok. So, I’ve been trying to write something (actually multiple somethings for… a while now, but I’m gonna ignore that) and I should probably just ignore this itch and move the heck on, buttttt I don’t really wanna?

You’re an awesome writer, so I figured I’d ask you!

This paragraph right here:

Momma smiled down at him, face creased with that perpetual gloom that she always seemed to have since his diagnosis, then she shuffled them away to look down at an unfamiliar All Might figurine. Izuku’s eyes widened and he scrambled to pick it up.

Has been bothering the heck out of me. Specifically that red sentence. Grammarly keeps telling me off for keeping it and Hemingway Editor is screaming that it is a very difficult to read, but I dunno. I’ve kinda decided t give up on using Hemingway lol—threw in a sentence from a Percy Jackson book and I’ve decided to just—view the difficult to read-ness as a stylistic choice in some novels. I can’t actually tell whether or not it’s bad to outside eyes—I’ve just been working at it for too long lol.

Anyways. Thanks for the help (if you decide to help, that is. Please ignore me if you don’t want to)!

(Also, how does one plot? I can’t plot, it’s so freaking annoying. But I want to plot. Ughhhhhhhh—)

Dude, just do what you want. I’m no grammar expert. I have a beta to help me with my shit. If it bothers you then shorten it or take it out. I think you’re overstressing over the sentence. Try and read your fics out loud. It helps with seeing what works and what doesn’t.

Plotting is just building something. Don’t get too over complicated like it’s A Song of Ice and Fire or you’ll never find your way out. Writing summaries of what you want to happen helps. Give yourself a goal.

Best of luck to you and your writing ventures.

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formosusiniquis · 8 months

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today is a new day to find you

Chapter 1 coming to an archive near you on October 12th!

Very excited about my @steddiebang fic that I've been working on and will soon be released to the public! Featuring art from the supremely talented @sammichtastic and @milkychai (Catch them on twitter at Sammiches and milkychai) and Beta'd by @rainingingeorgia

Taking my love of the timeloop and making it everyone's problem, enjoy a sneak peek below the cut 💕

“You’re into all that fantasy and sci fi shit, right?” His question leads and so does he, pushing the doors open to the library like he expects Eddie to trail behind him. So used to the assured obedience of his little lapdog he expects the stray he’s found to do it too.

Eddie does. So maybe he’s just proved Harrington right, but he can feel good in his own head knowing he isn’t following Harrington around like a trained dog because he is. He’s following him around because this is the weirdest fucking thing to ever happen to him, and like any good improviser he wants to follow this thing all the way into the ground.

The distinction is enough for him, even if he doubts Harrington picks up on it.

“I’ve been known to enjoy a wizard or two in my time.”

Steve sighs, there’s a pinched off look on his face. Something that reminds Eddie of the Home Mom at his last placement. The way she would slow blink her eyes and hold them squeezed shut so tight he thought it must hurt her brain. The way her lips would thin as she pressed them shut there was just a thin white line where it once was. Annoyance, exhaustion. Something unique that manages to scream that it’s you, the kid in front of them, that has caused this expression.

“Could you just-”

Eddie as a rule doesn’t get embarrassed about being annoying. He cares. Of course he cares. He’s created this shell of leather and metal and obnoxious overexcitement around himself so no one knows just how earnestly he cares about everything.

It's a question that isn't really a question. ‘Can I tell you's and ‘is it okay if I say's are all just polite introductions to statements that are going to come regardless. Eddie isn't the best socialized, but he knows a question like that can only be answered with, "Sure, whatever dude."

So he hates, hates the meek red faced little, “Sorry,” that manages to slip past his own shield.

“Can I tell you something that’s gonna make me sound crazy?”

For all the rush Harrington had in flipping Eddie's whole morning on its head, he's reticent now. Fiddles with a pencil that got left behind on the table. Scans the bookcases behind him with unseeing eyes. Opens and closes his mouth like a fish on the deck of a boat, but no sound comes out. Not a single syllable.

"Listen Harrington, it's normal to get annoyed with your friends-"

"What? This isn't about Tommy?" He is capable of speech then, not some freaky pod person. "He is that bad then?"

"No comment." Harrington's sad eyed routine isn't gonna catch him up, not today. "Can't think of anything that would be crazy enough that you're scared to tell the Freak."

He takes a breath, readying himself, "I keep waking up and it's today."

It hurts, the way the snort rips itself up from the back of his throat. Eddie almost gags on his laugh, "Yeah, that is how time works Harrington. I wake up and everyday is today, tomorrow, tomorrow only a day away." Fuck he's going to have that song stuck in his head for the rest of the day.

"No," his hands hit the table, soft enough that they don’t make a sound in the all but empty library but it’s enough. So much is already lurking at the surface. It’s Steve’s hands, sharp and demanding silence. It’s hands hitting the top of the pulpit making his head hit the top of the pew. It’s hands hitting the kitchen table making his cereal bowl jump and his Momma gasp. He flinches back, chair teetering on its back two legs before he finds his balance again. “Sorry, sorry,” Harrington rushes to apologize, ripping his hands back from the table, clutching his nonexistent pearls.

“No,” he repeats, softer like he’s a step away from running a knuckle down the back of a cat he’s spooked. “I keep waking up to the same today. It’s just Friday again and again and again.”

“Like the story?”

“Like what?” His nose wrinkles with his confusion. The part of Eddie that is still a teenager, the parts of him that aren’t fucking worldweary or whatever Uncle Wayne says, wants to kick and fawn over the soft parts of Steve fucking Harrington. The fussy bunny wrinkle of his nose and the curious way his eyes light up even though he’s

Well Eddie doesn’t really know what he is. Confused probably. What are the chances that Harrington has suffered a psychotic break, that the weight of the crown had grown too heavy. But even if he’s just confused, he’s probably scared. The two go hand in hand, don’t they?

Edide’s never been more scared in his life than when that sad faced cop had pulled him out of the back of the car. When no one would tell him what was happening or where his mom was. Lost and confused and terrified about what was happening and what would happen later.

“There’s, um, this story, I found it going through the library magazine backlog; they’ve got some really sweet Fantasy and Science Fiction mags on order.” Steve is just staring at him. Quiet, fixated, and a little unsettling -- and that’s coming from the self declared freak of Hawkins High. “That’s not important,” he mutters into a strand of hair he pulls in front of his face, it’s warm God why was the library so warm today. “There’s this story about a guy, he keeps reliving the same hour over and over, from noon to one. Everything is exactly the same except for the things he interacts with.”

If he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t expect Harrington to laugh and say ‘gotcha.’ Mostly because he knows Harrington won’t have read the story, he doesn’t really think the guy reads much at all. He doesn’t expect him to go still, still as the grave, staring at Eddie with a haunted seriousness. “What’s causing it? How does it end?”

“It’s just a story, Harrington,” he bites back. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. Something about this is wrong.

If he weren’t watching he would have missed it. the way his eyes shutter and blank. The way a placid, easy going smile spreads across his face; butter on hot toast. His hands spread out in front of him, they would say ‘easy man, I come in peace’ if the tips of his fingers weren’t shaking. “Maybe you're just a good storyteller, Munson. Isn’t that your whole deal.”

It’s patronizing in the worst way.

“Feel like I should emphasize the fiction part of science fiction here, Harrington.” Was it wrong to indulge this break he was going through. Should he get the nurse or something.

“Will you tell me about it or not, Eds. I can always go to the library myself.”

“It's a parallel universe, antimatter and shit, pulling away from our universe. Time vectors or something make them relive the same hour, what was supposed to be once but this guy, Castleman, is the only one who knows that they’re reliving it over and over again.”

“How does he get out of it?”

“He doesn’t.”

#steddie #steddie big bang #my fic #steddie fic #my edit #i cant wait until you all can see the art its so so so good

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 2 years

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MUSIC! Part two.

Who has an earworm? I’ve a whole colony of them constantly screaming the Moon Knight soundtrack at me at all hours nonstop.

EPISODE 2! There wasn’t a lot of music in this one. Not outright themes anyways. As an episode that was mostly just to move the characters physically and mentally to where they needed to be, it was dependent on the original background music. Re-exploring Harrow’s theme a lot too. Which in my mind sounds like a swinging cane or pendulum that is off balance. It also first introduces very very briefly the madness theme that plays heavily in episode 5. But let us look at what they did give us.

Episode 2 Song list:

Bela Lugosi's Dead - Bauhaus

Wael El Fashny

El Melouk (feat. 3enba & Double Zuksh) – Ahmed Saad

The opening of episode two was so off guard. No music to open. Just the sounds of the Jackal getting his ass beat by Marc. Props to the sound team on this one!

"Bela Lugosi's Dead" - Bauhaus

OKAY. I thought this was a joke at first. And MAYBE IT IS. Bela Lugosi. The man that played the most famous version of Dracula. I think we all know about Moon Knight and his grudge against Dracula...

The song plays briefly when Steven is looking for Marc’s secret storage unit. There is no way this wasn’t picked for the laughs and I appreciate this. We already know that Oscar Issac likes memes and vines.

We also get a re-emergence of themes here. Bob Dylan briefly returns as Harrow shows Steven his community that he built, much like a cult leader.

We also get to hear the moon knight theme as well, mixed in with the fighting theme. It’s stronger this time. There is more to show us. We get to see him fight and we get to see Marc’s first full emergence. We also get to see Marc’s first failure and how it affects him.

The music tells the story, less in the background than it was in the first episode. Which leads me to this man:

Wael El Fashny

Wael El Fashny is the man behind that SOUND.

The song is Estaweet. Mixed in with the original music it blends so well and makes you FEEL the big reveal as Marc throws back the curtian to reveal our first look at Cairo and the pyramids. You hear bits of this all over the place but Maaaannnn what a voice. What a sound! Go listen to his stuff. Right now. I'll wait.

The genius of this composer is taking older songs, classic Arabic songs that were big and had history or culture and pulling them into his more modern composing. Taking trap songs and remixes of these songs. It pulls people in and connects them.

Estaweet, I am not going provide a translation for this one. I could not find a good one. The gist of it is: "My dear nights. My heart has been filled with pain, my only drink is regret." And it's about being apart from your love. But we hear his voice swell as we see Marc drunk in his regrets and pain.

This directly falls into our first big end credit song. Again, I love how this show doesn’t give you standard rules. Are you going to get a theme song opener? Who knows. Are you going to get a new song every credit? Yes. Sometimes you get two end credit songs.

This time we get this banger of an end credit song. Which has them all returning to Cairo to get shit done so thematically, it really works. As Marc’s first real episode it also really works.

El Melouk (feat. 3enba & Double Zuksh) – Ahmed Saad

I like to listen to this song a lot. It’s peppy. It’s Arabic. It’s a jam. Rough translation:

[Enaba]

I don't see y'all

You're some kids living on chasing girls

Every one knows your little worth

Everyone knows I'm bold/aggressive

I've never needed anyone

Not an exaggeration I swear

I Stand like a Lion amidst everyone

I was not raised to be mean

In execution I got rocket

I'm enab( grapes/ the meaning of the singer’s name ) from Mars my dude

In the middle of my wars I shoot missiles

In the middle of my country I am writing myself a history

[Zuka]

Habeby (Darling)

Baba , wе've arrived like a gang

Wе lived simply

You will make it if you have the will

I haven't asked for help I stood alone

Numbers calling on the phone

They loved me when I reached the top they started acting different

Your ball misses my ball scores

[Ahmed Saad]

Silence Silence Silence Silence

The Kings have arrived

There's no escape, from the Lions

We aren’t selling words

We're straightforward and upfront

Doesn't bother me who says a thing

The haters don’t belong here

[Young Zuksh]

You mess with me you'll see madness and neighbors will be showing up

God gave me wisdom in tongue, I eat yall with words

Young "Zuksh" came from Al-Salam, your brother is hazardous

I'm straight up and okay, so don't call me "my man"

I won every trophy

I put the poison in bottles

I served everyone who wanted some

I want what I want

I want you to understand and see what's good

[Ahmed Saad]

Look where were we

And where are we now

Those who forgot me in two days

L'll forget you for years"

Thanks to the conditions

That made me see the true nature of People whom I loved truly

And other people who should not be seen

[Enaba]

When I came everyone disappeared

It’s outta my hand, I'm a blast

It's difficult to see you from space

If you show up l'Il deal with you

Get away from me because l'm mean

From Cairo and better than the western

Your planet is different from my planet

By myself I can lead Tatar

[Young Zuksh]

I'm hot i'm hot i'm cheque

A car will get you anywhere if you got the money

It's known, Don't hang with silly friends my dude

We got you if you know loyalty

You'll be up (be up)

Even If my hair turns gray

We'll continue to the last day

Success is tough you can't be sleeping

Honestly, I see this song choice as more Marc than anything. Episode one was all about Steven, I think this one shows more Marc. You be the judge of that.

Go listen to the music! Explore the artists! Find more to love!

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight meta #Moon Knight music #I'm honestly just eager to get to episode 3 because daaammmn #Love finding out more about the older artists though #that man can sing

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copias-thrall · 2 years

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I need some advice, How do you introduce people to Ghost? Especially if you’re not sure how they’ll react? Usually I ask if someone likes rock and sometimes if they are super religious or offended easily/can’t take jokes. This is usually if I haven’t known someone long enough. If it’s someone I known a while I either don’t introduce the band to them or do knowing they’ll like them.

I ask cause a guy I work with was joking around and asked if this one guy was my favorite artist and with my “Not really” reply, he then asked “Who is your favorite artist? Out of curiosity?” I talk to him from time to time at work and he’s a nice and dorky guy, so I figured it would be fine cause Ghost is a goofy band. My suggestions were to look up Impera and Dance Macabre. Although, my worrisome self slipped out “I won’t show you the first two albums” and he started laughing and was like “Why? Is it like dead bunnies?” And I just went “well no” then I think he said humans and my brain went straight to Rituals lyrics and I got a little quiet and just went”…uh no.” He said he was going to listen to it on the way home me: “Aw no” him: “oh I’m gonna”

then he said he’d let me know what he thinks and I told him I’d show him more songs (unless he went ahead of my suggestions). He said he was gonna do research too, so ya know my worries came back after he said that and I just went “don’t look at me funny next time we work” and his response was “Oh I will!” *insert him pretending to be scared and scream* I always explain that they are a gimmick theatrical band, but I forgot to this time, I’ll just have to mention it when we work together again.

Sorry that was long, I worry a lot and I know I shouldn’t and I know shouldn’t care about what other people think. Sometimes I can’t help it. It wasn’t hard before when I introduce them cause as I said it’s normally someone I already now so it’s easy for me. This guy I’ve only known for a little bit so the nerves kinda came out (I guess it doesn’t help that I actually think he’s kinda cute). So I wanted to let it out to another Ghost fan and how to better introduce them?

Hey, nonny!

First, take a deep breath! I know it can be hard to pull oneself out of an anxious spiral, but please try to remember that we're always harsher on our own actions. We are all our own main characters, which means we're mainly thinking of how we reacted, so chances are, this dude didn't even notice or remember any of your nervous cues.

I know Ghost can be a tricky subject bc some ppl really take the whole Satanic schtick seriously, but if the dude seemed chill, then you're probably fine to rec him some stuff. Maybe he went right home and mainlined all the albums, but I gotta tell you that 90% of the time when I rec a band or songs to someone to listen to, they forget the minute the convo ended.

My suggestion would be to make him a mix tape Spotify playlist of your personal favorite Ghost traxxx and share it with him next time you see him with the explanation that they're a satirical Swedish stunt metal band. I usually add to think of them like Gwar or Lordi.

After that it's up to him! (You can lead a horse to water and all that.)

I hope that helps :-*

#ask

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Naruto characters + Taylor Swift

Naruto: he likes her famous songs but never explored anything else. sakura made him listen to some tracks and it’s too boring for him. he said he liked every song bc he’s too scared to tell her. shake it off is his favorite.

Sakura: a stan. an og fan. she’s her ride or die fan. she cried at 12 while listening to teardrops on my guitar and cries now to you’re on your own kid. she made everyone listen to her songs. her favourite albums are fearless & folklore. she loves everything about her music and won’t shut up about her. don’t start conversation

Sasuke: sakura introduced him some songs and he says he hates them. he cries to my tears ricochet. it just hits so hard.

Shikamaru: absolutely no. he acknowledged the beauty of her lyrics but hates her voice.

Temari: not her cup of tea. likes reputation a lot but can’t bring herself to listen to her for more than three songs.

Hinata: loves her. she says you belong with me is her song. the longing in her writings makes her sob.

Gaara: another stan. he would die for her. he thinks listening to taylor swift when he was a kid would’ve fixed him.

Ino: sakura is insufferable about her so she listened to some songs and she likes 1989 well enough. but can’t really enjoy herself because sakura is screaming her lyrics. now she hates her.

Choji: likes her earlier works a lot. enjoys the others. he’s like the only person who’s normal about her. good for him.

Sai: doesn’t know why everyone has so many strong opinions about her. he has none.

Kiba: a certified hater. he’s one of the dudes who proudly declares that she only writes about her exes.

Shino: he just knows her famous songs and doesn’t like them. not his genre in the slightest

#i can’t believe i left this in the drafts and completely forgot #user sakuratruther was so correct at the time #every once in a while i will resurface from my football posting just to be annoying about naruto and taylor swift. great #taylor swift #naruto + things #haruno sakura #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #ino yamanaka #nara shikamaru #gaara #choji akimichi #kiba inuzuka #hinata hyuga #sai #temari #shino aburame

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countesspetofi · 2 years

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10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags!

Thank you @celestial-alignment for tagging me to share my 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms!

(Favorites subject to change without warning, void where prohibited. I'm just proud of myself for finally actually completing a tag post. I had a hard enough time narrowing down the fandoms!)

LET THE PARADE OF BLORBOS COMMENCE

Star Wars: Princess Leia Organa

The original galactic girlboss. She is beauty, she is grace, she will shoot you in the face, and kick your ass to outer space. She fights hard because she loves hard. She doesn't know who we are or where we came from, but from now on, we do as she tells us.

Star Trek: Commander Deanna Troi

Patron saint of situational disability. Does a thankless job and does it well. If she makes you uncomfortable it’s probably for your own good. (Just like Mom, but don’t let her hear you say that.) Hair goals.

Batman ’66: Batman

The Bright Knight. The man himself. He’s a weirdo and he leans into it. Pulled off a conference call with Jim Gordon and Bruce Wayne. Has his own dance craze and a killer theme song.

Night Court: Judge Harry Stone

Has every right to be sad and bitter, chooses laughter instead. Will drag you kicking and screaming out of your own bad mood. Turns down the lights and plays Mel Tormé for lesbians.

Babylon 5: Lennier of the Third Fane of Chudomo

To right the unrightable wrong, and to love pure and chaste from afar, this is his quest to follow that star. Sweet boy who came to a bad end.

Dark Shadows (Original Series): Jenny Collins

If you read Jane Eyre and stanned the mad wife in the attic, Jenny’s your girl. I know if I married a Victorian cad who ran off to Egypt with his brother’s wife, MY big sister would turn him into a werewolf, too. Trivia: I once played the Third Witch in Macbeth by just pretending to be Jenny Collins.

The Vampire Chronicles: Louis de Pointe du Lac

Bit of a Gloomy Gus? Sure. Brings the room down sometimes? It’s a fair cop. But boy, can this dude weave a story. The author might have switched her allegiance to the bad boy, but the first book is what drew people in and it’s all Louis and his Byronic brooding. (Using an image from the 1994 film adaptation, but it’s more about the books for me.)

Our Flag Means Death: Lucius Spriggs

Reminds me of my oldest friend, who I met in junior high school. Sometimes you just need a friend to tell you you're going to end up another leather-clad, middle-aged sad sack dying alone in a puddle of your own piss, so hang onto him.

The Muppets: Forgetful Jones

You’re spoiled for choice with this bunch, right? But ol’ Forgetful was my first love, consarn it. Miss you, Richard Hunt. I had more to say, but… I FORGOT!

Forever Knight: Nick Knight/Nicolas de Brabant

With the face of a fallen angel and the blackest silk pajamas in the Greater Toronto Area, our vampire himbo prince was the best undead Canadian homicide cop of the late twentieth century. Being cute covers a multitude of sins

ETA: How the hell did I miscount? I’ve been working on this forever! I bumped Miss Parker, so she might come and kill me..

I tried to come up with a fancy system for randomly selecting blogs to tag, but it didn't go so well, so I just picked the first ten blogs I instantly recognized from my followers list (which is sorted however tumblr sorts these things). If you're tagged and don’t want to do it (or have already done it), that is cool! If you're not tagged and do want to do it, that may even be slightly cooler.

@ilovemesomevincentprice @tunglo @agent-troi @oysterloaf @dunkaroosandglitter @megalokalypse @gooosetooth @rose-of-pollux @righteousnerd @gaslightgallows

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I wish you would write a fic where... we learn the backstory to the Uno-Reverse-Card-Picture of Joonas and Minna kissing.💏

“The show was amazing tonight!” Minna beamed, clapping her hands as the boys walked backstage.

She’d spent their whole set peering out from behind the curtain, watching them. She understood why girls in the audience went crazy, every time her boyfriend opened his mouth, and unleashed a scream.

“Thanks, hun,” Niko grinned, running over to give her a hug.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” Minna laughed, twisting out of his grip.

“Well, that’s what happens when you jump around onstage for an hour!” Niko chuckled.

“Did we look cool out there?” Joonas grinned, setting his guitar down and grabbing a glass of water.

“Hell yeah you did,” Minna nodded.

“What was your favorite song we did tonight?” Niko asked, wiping his face with a towel.

“Sharks Love Blood,” Minna said immediately.

“Really?” Joonas blinked. “It doesn’t make you jealous?”

“Why?” Minna asked. “Because he wrote it about the girl he dated before me?”

“No,” Niko shook his head. “Because I kissed Joonas!”

“Oh,” Minna giggled. “Actually…I kind of liked watching you two.”

“Really?” Joonas raised an eyebrow.

“Well, guys like watching lesbian porn, right?” Minna pointed out.

“Well…,” Niko stammered, reddening. “I mean…”

“It’s okay, you can admit it,” Minna snickered. “My point is: girls like watching two guys go at it, too.”

“We’re planning to do the kiss every night on this tour,” Joonas confessed.

“Okay, that makes me a little jealous,” Minna admitted. “Because, I was only able to join you guys tonight - the first night of the tour. After this, I have to go back to Helsinki, and work every day. I won’t see Niko for a whole month. So, I won’t get any kisses from him at all.”

“I’ll miss kissing you, hun,” Niko frowned. “I’ll miss seeing you every day, in general.”

“I guess it’s not fair, that I get to kiss him every day and you don’t,” Joonas sighed. “Well…if thinking about your boyfriend kissing someone else hurts….why don’t you take revenge?”

“Revenge?” Minna blinked.

“Yeah,” Joonas grinned. “Why don’t you make him watch you kiss someone else, too?”

“Dude, what?” Niko sputtered, choking on his water. “Are you telling her that she should cheat on me, while I’m away on tour??”

“No,” Joonas said quickly.

“Then what did you mean?” Minna blinked.

“I mean…c’mere,” Joonas giggled. He grabbed Minna, and planted his lips on her mouth. They were softer than Niko’s.

“JOONAS!” Niko bellowed, as the guitarist pulled away.

“There,” Joonas giggled. “Now you two are even. You both kissed someone else.”

“No, you kissed her,” Niko pouted.

“Yeah,” Joonas winked, “but she kissed me back.”

#I’ve never written Niko/Minna before #this felt kinda weird lol #but yes that’s what I think happened 😂

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Okay, but why the heck do people think that Izu would be a sub!????? Like dude!???? If anything, I can guarantee you that he can and WILL Detroit smash your pussy. And I BET that he has fucking many kinks and just imagining the riding his thigh is gjghjftujkouhmll mmmmmmmmmmm like gimme moreeeee, and I think he is a big TEASE like he will tease you until you are a mess and only then when you are whispering for him, is when he will touch you and also, he would knowingly go as slow as he can to tease you, like no getting faster and slowly thrusting in and out.

AHHH YES! Anon, I whole-heartedly agree with you. I’m convinced that sweet, innocent ‘Zuku is actually a fucking terror in bed & that’s a hill that I’ll die on 💚

NSFW, Minors DNI

A Break

Pairing: Izuku x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni, orgasm control, teasing, bdsm dynamics, thigh-riding, praise, daddy kink, unprotected sex

“Hey, baby,” Izuku smiled as you breezed through the door to his office. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I remembered you said that you’d have to stay late tonight,” you strolled up beside him at his desk, where he was hunched over various files and loose sheets of paper, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “So I just thought that maybe I’d come and join you for dinner here. Figured we could order something in and you could take a little break.” You leaned down, kissing him sweetly. “You look pretty exhausted, hon.”

He sighed, leaning back in his office chair as he looked you over with a tired smile, “I am, a little bit.” He swiveled in his chair, sitting upright and reaching out to place his large hands behind your thighs, guiding you closer to him. “A break does sounds nice..”

"For dinner," you placed your other hand on his opposite shoulder, quirking an eyebrow when his hands began to traverse up the back of your thighs, creeping beneath the hem of your dress. "What're you hungry for?"

He chuckled, a deep and sensuous rumble in his chest that sent a shiver up your spine. His hands cupped just below your ass, suddenly yanking you toward him, throwing you off your balance until you came to rest securely on his thigh.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as he took one cheek in each hand, squeezing as he pulled your hips towards him, guiding you into grinding against his thigh, "I'm absolutely starving for a taste of you right now, baby."

"'Zuku," you sigh, taking your lip between your teeth.

"Ah, you know that's not my name, babygirl," his breath fanned over your cheek just before his lips pressed to your jawline, "but I'm willing to overlook it if you'll be a good girl and grind that pretty little pussy on me."

"Yes, Daddy," you mewled, happily doing as you were told.

You never could resist him for long and this was exactly why. The pleasure. That addictive sensation building between your thighs, spurred on by the delicious friction of your clothed cunt rocking against his flexed, muscular thigh.

He sat back and let you roll your hips to your heart's content, allowing you to chase your ultimate high while he cooed words of praise.

"Look at my good girl."

"Behaving so well for Daddy."

"You look so pretty when you're about to cum, baby."

But then came the pain. The pain of disappointment as he stilled your hips, stopping you just short of where you so desperately wanted to be. The peak that he never let you fully ascend on the first try.

You whined, tossing your head back as your fingers clenched around his shoulders.

"Something wrong, darling?" His voice was deceptively sweet, a sadistic habit of his by your standards.

He knew full well what was wrong, as he always did each time you did this song and dance. One that you knew nearly every routine too, but yet it never bored you. You never grew tired of going through each motion, eagerly bounding towards the next, because for all the suffering his tortuous teasing brought you, it always brought you far more pleasure in the end.

"Need you, Daddy," you whined, running a hand over his pecs, pleading with watering eyes. "Please, wanna cum. Need to."

"Need to?" His eyebrows jumped, his smile as gentle as ever. "I don't know about that, sweetheart." He placed his hands beneath your thighs, effortlessly lifting you onto his desk, standing between your parted legs. "I'll tell you what though," you watched as he dragged a finger up your torso, between your breasts, "I do feel like making you cum on my cock tonight. So, I'll make you a deal." His finger curled under your chin, bidding you to look up at him and you could see his green eyes glinting with devious intention. "No more whining."

You frowned, but he only smirked in reply.

"No whining," he repeated, a smug smile on his face as he retracted his hand to work himself out of his hero costume, peeling it down to reveal his scarred torso.

His hardened cock sprang free as the fabric dipped below his hips, taking the boxers he wore with it as your eyes ogled the beads of precum seeping from his tip.

You had to remind yourself not to whimper as your mouth fell open, his eyes regarding you expectantly, as if he knew you were about to fail the very first trial.

"I promise, Daddy," you spread your legs further, leaning back on your elbows as he stepped closer to you. "No more.”

Your chest heaved in anticipation, your breath hitching in your throat as he leaned over you, capturing your lips and letting out a low groan as his cock rubbed against your soaking panties.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled, two fingers hooking into your panties to tug them aside, allowing his throbbing tip to slip between your folds, but only barely.

You cried out, moaning as your eyes trained on his thick cock, slowly pushing into you. For a moment, you thought maybe he might actually sink all of himself inside, but he withheld.

He drew his hips back, dragging the bulbous head of his cock back along your walls as it came out of you with a sinfully wet noise.

You screwed your lips shut, closing your eyes as you willed yourself to remain quiet. To withhold the needy words piling up in your throat.

“You like that, babygirl?” Two hands skimmed along your sides, taking your dress up and over your breasts as you felt the familiar stretch between your thighs once more.

His hips thrust forward unexpectedly as his massive hands pulled down the cups of your bra to palm your breasts, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

“Love it, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet as you balled your hands into fists, squirming beneath him.

He gazed down at you, one corner of his lips pitched up in a crooked grin as he raked his eyes over your exposed frame, “You can still tell me how much you want it,” he pushed in a little deeper, stopping at about the halfway point. “I just don’t wanna hear you complain about me taking my time with you. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

He began thrusting at a slow, steady pace, never fully sheathing himself inside you. Slow and shallow was all that you he offered you, but it was enough to have you babbling anyway.

“F-feels so good,” you cooed, eyes locked with his as your mouth fell open, ushering moan after moan past your lips.

“You want more?” He slid his hands behind your back, pulling you closer so he could hold you in his arms as his lips moved against yours, drowning out your sinful noises with his heated kiss.

“Always,” you spoke breathlessly between kisses, “Always want more of you, Daddy.”

He groaned, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. As much as he loved to draw out these moments with you, he was quickly losing his resolve.

Each gasping breath. Every contraction of your walls around the head of his dick. The way you were looking at him, so obedient despite how desperately you clearly wanted more.

He wanted to give it to you, to really give it to you.

“Oh, fuck,” you threw your head back, arms encircling his neck as the pressure in your belly began to build in earnest. “Daddy, I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

The broken sob that heaved from your chest was the last straw.

Calloused hands seized your hips, digging in to your supple skin as he finally thrust all of his length inside you.

“Did Daddy say you could cum yet?” He held himself there, fighting the feral need to impale you until you were screaming his name. The tears pricking your eyes only made it that much harder to hang on.

“No,” you sighed, clenching your eyes shut, aiding a single tear in its descent over your cheek.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, baby,” he wiped the tear away, cupping your face with both hands now as he pulled his hips back at a glacial pace, until he’d completely removed himself from your core.

His mouth hovered just over yours, catching every shaky breath you expelled and the moans that accompanied them. He could still feel you clenching around nothing as he rutted his length between your folds. It had him nearly fit to burst, seeing how needy you were, how badly you wanted to suck him back into you.

For a moment, he contemplated just finishing himself off there. Splattering your pretty tits with his cum and watching it drip down your torso, into that sweet cunt of yours for him to lick clean.

But instead, he tucked that idea away. He’d come back to it when he was feeling a little more patient, because all he wanted right now was to barrage your cervix until your pussy milked him dry.

In one fluid motion, he lined his cock up with your dripping hole and snapped into you, immediately setting a relentless pace.

You could feel the smirk on his lips as you cried out against them, grasping onto him for dear life as you keened louder and louder, hoping the outpouring of cries would lessen the need to come undone.

“Cum for me,” he growled, finally taking mercy as he captured your lips in a proper kiss, his hands dropping away from your face to come to rest on your lower back as he felt his release fast approaching.

He swallowed the strangled moan you let out as you finally let go, pulling away only to hear your wanton cries as tears streamed over your cheeks. Your fucked out face almost giving him a greater sense of satisfaction than the way your walls spasmed around him as he painted them white with his hot, thick ropes of cum.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled softly, resting his forehead against yours as you both floated back down, collecting your breath. “I needed that.”

“Mm, anytime, love,” you laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But now you definitely owe me dinner.”

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA:

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

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