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a-tame-brat · 2 years ago

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Apparently I have an egg-nancy kink now. Thanks a lot, @eggedbellies. Now all I can think about is being a freelance incubator.

Anyway, here's a couple thousand words that spawned from an anon ask I saw. Eggs, non-humans, oviposition, egg laying, mind-altering. IDK. Probably not for everyone, so read at your own risk.

I’ve carried eggs for several species, from squishy little amphibian eggs that make my womb feel like a stress ball before they hatch inside me, to little clutches of leathery reptilian eggs; I’ve even carried a few hard-shelled eggs that come out over the course of a few days and, once, a massive dragon egg that took me a month to recover from. I charge extra for dragons now. My policy is to let the parents decide how much they want to be involved; my contracts stipulate that I’ll stay in good physical health and not do or eat anything that might harm the eggs, but I’m perfectly capable of handling each incubation and laying by myself. (I’m not proud of it, but I’ve used the phrase “strong independent incubator who don’t need do parents” more than once). And it’s a good gig; the pay is incredible, the oviposition is usually amazing, and the laying- god, there’s nothing like my cunt stretching around an egg, nothing like the squirmy feeling of live young crawling out of me.

But this client… ugh. I’ve never carried for her species before, and this girl got her eggs fertilized gods only know where- and I don’t think she has any idea what to expect. The deposition was pleasant enough, with 18 good-sized eggs squeezing through my cunt and cervix to fill my womb with that perfect weight, but she’s been a pain in my ass ever since. It’s her first clutch, you see, and she’s hovering over me like it’s my first, too. Every time I try to stand up, she’s telling me to rest. Girl, I need to stretch my legs! Use the can! Get fresh air! Eventually, I’ll probably get the urge to settle into the nest she’s trying to build me, but for now? I’m not so heavy I can’t walk, and I’d rather be home with a book. But, she’s the client, and the pay is pretty good. At least she’s cute, and her ovipositor is better than a cock. That is a definite benefit. She loves fucking me with it, feeling her tip nudging against my plugged cervix. And my friends think I’m an idiot for complaining about laying around being fed and cleaned and doted on all day. She doesn’t know how long the clutch needs to incubate, though, so I’m a little peeved. On the application, she said it was just two months, but I’ve been gravid for two and a half now! I had a regular client who was planning to use my services, but this client made me miss the deadline. I liked that other client! Easy eggs, very hands-off until the laying. But no. I’m stuck with this clueless newbie.

I can feel the change. The eggs feel heavier somehow, they feel ready. I’ve commandeered the my client built for me and transformed it to my needs, and I’m a lot more willing to accept her help with my day to day needs. It took a lot longer than I expected- months longer. At least the sex is good. And she’s really not so bad, she just wants to be a good mother, and take good care of her incubator. But then, during a lazy morning fuck, her tip plunges through my cervix. I’m completely calm. It’s laying time, nothing I haven’t done before. But my client… she’s a wreck. You’d think she was about to squeeze out a couple dozen hard-shelled eggs, not me! I get onto my hands and knees and tell her to get ready to catch, since that’s what she wants to do. Bless her, she even licks my cunt while the first egg passes through my cervix and out my channel. The stretch is delicious, it’s just right, and I climax right when the large end pressed against my clit. I might have to contract with her again for the next batch. Eggs just a little bigger than a chicken egg are, frankly, my favorite to lay. Once the first egg is safely deposited in the nest, she returns and fucks me until she feels the next egg against the tip of her ovipositor. She’s so caring, so enthusiastic, I can almost forgive her for the incessant hovering. She just wants her babies to be safe.

We’re five eggs in when I realize that something’s not quite right. Each egg stretches me just as much as the first one. I mean, I usually loosen up after the first few, but these feel like the very first one each time. And my belly is still just as big as it was before. Usually, I’d start to feel my skin relaxing, getting soft and saggy instead of taut and stretched as the clutch empties out. But… that’s not happening. I jokingly ask if the eggs are getting bigger and almost shit myself when she says that they are. Then, she has the gall to ask if eggs aren't supposed to get bigger.

No, no they’re not! That’s never happened to me! It’s supposed to get easier as I lay, not harder! But she brings the newest egg up for me to see, and damn if it’s not a fucking goose egg, big as a softball. I’m panting with the effort of holding myself up at this point, but I manage to gasp at the size of it. And there’s so many more inside me still!

By the twelfth egg, the damn things are as big as an emu egg and I’m slumped over a small mountain of pillows instead of trying to hold myself up. Fuck, this is going to be the dragon egg all over again! My hips feel loose, my pelvis has relaxed, but I’m not sure I can keep doing this. She’s telling me that there’s six more eggs! My panic seems to be rubbing off on her, and she’s licking and fingering my gaping cunt like there’s no tomorrow. And it’s helping, it is, being blissed out with pleasure usually makes things easier, but it might be better if I just had a minute alone to breathe. But when I try to ask her to leave me alone, she bursts into tears. She can’t leave me alone, I’m her precious incubator! She’s going to take care of me, and I don’t have to worry. That alone worries me. After the eggs are out and I’ve recovered enough to take care of myself again, I’m going home. Take a little holiday, rest up, and find my next client. Maybe an amphibian this time- much smaller eggs. The next egg breaches my cervix and I’m wailing in pain, then pleasure as the massive shell pushes against my clit's internal nerves before it’s even all the way into my vagina. I feel liquid dripping down my legs from the gush of slick I’ve produced mixing with my cum. But my client licks it all up like it’s the most precious, delicious ambrosia, kisses at my stretching lips, massages my taint to keep it from tearing.

She says it's the last egg. My precious mate had been with me through every moment of this incubation and labor, and I can't imagine doing it without her. She promises me that she'll get me through this, "this" being an egg bigger than that fucking dragon egg. I know she will, I know it. At this point in my labor, I'm sweating buckets. My love keeps my face clean, though, keeps the sweat out of my eyes even as she fingers my gaping channel and works the egg through my cervix. It hurts so badly that I think I must have torn, but then the egg feels so good, so perfect while it passes through me. My pussy lips do tear a little, but my darling soothes the pain with her tongue, pressing on my belly to help. I'm worried that I'll be too stretched to recover fully, but she promises that I'll recover, and that she'd never want another incubator even if I did stay loose. She tells me how perfect I am, how she never could have hoped for such a big egg out of a human, that I was made to be hers. I was, I think. I know I'm delirious from pleasure and pain, but I don't care. I believe her. I never want anyone but her to touch me again, no one else's eggs will ever swell my belly. I love her, I can never be away from her again! The final egg slides out and I clench around nothing, feeling utterly empty. My mate caresses my face, my cunt, my whole body, tells me how perfect I am, and kisses the tears from my face. She'll never leave me alone. I was meant to come to her, all the others were just practice for this. Just preparation for us to be together, for me to be hers, her perfect incubating mate. She can't wait to raise our children together.

Our eggs are all out, curing in the warm air. They should hatch in a few days, and I’ll get to meet my sweet babies. My mate- I can’t believe I ever thought of her as just a client- is holding me carefully. She put my hips back into joint while I was still blissed out from the last egg, and she’s got her ovipositor resting in my cunt, waiting to feel me tighten up around her. My cervix is still so stretched out that her squishy tip actually sits inside my empty womb. I tried to convince her to fill me up right away, that I don’t feel right without her eggs inside me, but she insists that I heal fully first. She doesn’t want me to hurt, not unless it’s from the glorious stretch of our eggs. She needs me healthy if I’m going to carry another clutch each year, after all. In fact, our next clutch is almost ready for fertilization, and she’s going to bring me with her to meet the new sperm donor. She says they have wonderful cocks, even better than her ovipositor, and she wants to see me stuffed with cock, high on their hallucinogenic sperm. I have my doubts about anything being better than her ovipositor, but if it will make her happy, I’ll do anything. She’s usually right about everything, after all. She was right about me belonging to her.

#egg kink #eggnancy #nsft #monster fucker #egg laying #very particular smut #smut #overstimulation #crying #mind altering #psychological manipulation

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aquilamage · 2 years ago

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#prev#oooooh i dont think I ever saw that detail!!!#I’ll keep an eye out for it now#also 👀 at your au may I ask I’m curious abt it

(putting this in fulltext instead of tags for ease of formatting)

yeah! it’s during the scene of turning in the key half from the bee kingdom! (including a bit more for context and a fun extra dialogue line that I don’t think many people get on initial playthroughs especially)

Zasp: Calm yourselves down. We just need to find the other half quickly.

Delilah: Is that so? You're gonna love this, then!

Kabbu: Oh! Stratos! Delilah!

[if you haven’t talked to them ever]

Vi: Err...who?

Elizant: My esteemed scout team. You have something to share?

As for the au, well I was going to say I don;t have much to say but then I did so putting everything after this first paragraph under a cut. It’s one of my “I like Muse a lot and want to think about her in the context of canon events, what wild reasons can I come up with for her to be around?” ideas. Basically everything happens up to Leif getting trapped in snakemouth, and then also all the major world events leading up to the start of canon, expect with a much shorter time in between.

So for Leif, on one hand the world has still radically changed and a bunch of time has passed. But also now Muse (and his parents probably) is still alive, which especially with me usually thinking of this in iterations where they still have a child, creates a very different dynamic in Leif’s storyline.

But mostly I’ve been thinking about this from a Muse-centric lens. And having come out of snakemouth wounded and losing Leif (and I think one of the main reasons she doesn’t try and go back in this is that she finds out about the baby like right after), that super demotes her ability to support the quest for the artifacts. I think Elizant I, while certainly making efforts to find the Sapling, did not throw nearly as many bugs and resources at it. But when Elizant II succeeds her (not that many years later here) and founds the association and opens up sending people to snakemouth again, Muse is unhappy with that decision, to put it lightly.

And because this is Muse, she’s not going to be quiet about it. I envision her as either part of the underground tavern’s “against the queen” division but more....more about it (I don’t know how to phrase it exactly but you know how in canon it’s basically just doppel “planning a peaceful protest“? Muse isn’t exactly attacking anyone and that hard on the other side of the spectrum but she’s louder and stronger than that), or she was like that but was enough of a threat or annoyance or something to Elizant II that she exiled her. So in the first scenario I think Team Snakemouth runs into her coincidentally by accident when they first go in the Tavern (and also it turns out she and Vi had seen each other there at least once before canon), and in the second it kind of depends on where she goes. My main one is that she ends up with the bandits not fully part of their crew just kind of there. (and I think she and Astotheles would have a funny dynamic where they have an understanding but don’t really “get along”. like two cats.) And she doesn’t know about Leif specifically but has about the team in general and when the bandits capture them (possibly earlier on idk) she calls dibs on talking to them before anything else. Which either results in her being there when they first wake up and realizing Leif is there, or they break out before she can get there and she’s there when they go confront Astotheles. Also there’s a version where she leaves and goes through the forsaken lands and ends up among “the fabled tribes lurking underground” aka hollow knight but while there’s a lot of crossover in people who like that game too idk about you so I’ll save that space for now (also I actually don’t have much on that)

But yeah since Muse is not happy about the explorer thing she does not exactly get along with them. She’s not giving them trouble personally but most of them are at least aware of who she is and wary of her. But Stratos and Delilah she can at least get behind because they 1) act as a scout team like she used to be on (and irrelevant detail but I would be incorporating the idea I saw from someone else that Rebecca was their third party member because hell yeah) and she can relate to that. Possibly she knew them even before the explorer program started and was semi-influential in their training or something. 2) they explicitly do not fuck around with getting into the actual dangerous stuff. 3) even if they decided to, since they’re outrageously tough and competent they’re the most likely bugs to come out of it fine anyway

(ok other gametext sidenote: if you play with the ruigee file code and get all the ranks from Eetl, he says that “Only Maki's team has reached [max rank] before…” Which in my completely based on nothing but opinion and not looking at the actual numbers or anything, seems odd given what fighting delilah and stratos is like. like I suppose you could argue that since they don’t actually fight they don’t technically have the xp to be that high a rank and also it’s just a throwaway line but whatever)

I could probably say more but at this point there’s like a billion directions it could branch off into and some things where it’s just impressions and this isn’t one of my things where I’ve written much down before so I’ll stop there unless/until there’s any questions/interest in whatever about it

people in this fandom need to appreciate stratos and delilah smh i feel like the only fan

#bug fables #Muse bug fables #idk what else to tag but. yeah.#apologies for derailing your post into something else altogether with this lol

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patchworkpuzzle · 4 years ago

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MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 3k

warnings: cheating? (it’s a consensual roleplay so idk), oral (f!recieving), overstimulation, breeding, creampie

author’s note: Wow first time writing/posting smut….. y’all can thank @doinmybesthere for this. Like she wrote that rp headanon thing and I just couldn’t get this out of my head (even if I was the one that suggested it to being with) Anyway…. hope you enjoy!

“H-hi…!”

That was the first thing out of your mouth when you opened the door to the repairman. You knew he was coming, the invoice on your answering machine said ‘11am sharp’, but you couldn’t help being caught off guard. You just weren’t expecting him to be so young…. Or handsome.

“Sorry! Come in!” you shake your head as you open the door further, taking a step to the side to get out of his path.

He gave you a chuckle, smiling kindly as he walked through the threshold of your home “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, no, no!” You quickly reassure, closing the door behind him while waving a hand in reassurance “I knew you were coming, just… just guess it slipped my mind for a moment!”

“Hey, it happens. Things slip my mind all the time!” He laughed for a moment, amused by your almost frantic nature in reassuring him before squaring his shoulders “So, where’s the problem?”

You shyly met his gaze before, pointing the direction of your kitchen, taking small steps in that direction “Um, the problem is this way.”

You led him to your kitchen, trying your best to ignore his large frame behind yours. You couldn’t understand why you were so nervous around him. You never felt like this when it was your gardener, or the grocery delivery person, or any of the other repairmen that showed up to help you out. Maybe it was because he wasn’t a middle-aged man. Maybe it was because he had the nicest smile you have ever seen, and wonderfully dark eyes that matched dark hair that was pulled back into a small ponytail, or that the t-shirt he wore showcased his strong arms really, really, well.

You shook your head to shake you out of your thoughts, now was not the time to gawk at the help. Now was the time to tell him what needed to be fixed before escaping to the other room to start folding the neglected laundry.

“Uh, it’s the sink, I guess” You spoke once again when you got into the kitchen, pointing at the sink “It started with the dishwasher. It was working funny and then the sink followed suit. My husband tried to fix it, but I think he made it worse…”

“Not much of a handy man around the house, huh?” He chuckled as he bent down to open the cabinet that held all the pipes to the sink.

“Uh, no.” You gave a breathless giggle as you moved out of the way “He’s helpful in other areas, just not this one.”

“Ah, I get it, not worries! That’s what I’m here for.”

“Yeah, exactly…” You fiddle with your hands as you stare at his profile for another moment “I’ll leave you to it. I’ll just be in the other room if you need anything….?”

“Sero, you can call me Sero” The man, now known as Sero, smiles up at you “And sounds good to me!”

You simply nodded, dumbly, as you quickly turned yourself away from him and exiting the room to make sure he couldn’t see the blush that was now painted on your cheeks. Though mentally you were kicking yourself over how dumb you were acting. Why was he making you so nervous? Why were you acting like such a fool? He was just here to fix your sink, to clean out your pipes, nothing else!

You groaned at the way your brain phrased that sentence in your head, placing your head in your hands. This was going to be a long day.

“You don’t have a lot of people to talk to, huh?” Sero asked from where he was positioned under the sink.

You knew he was bound to say it. After you finished folding your laundry, you asked if everything was okay. When he told you it was, you went to tidy your bedroom. Once your bed was made, and everything was put away, you came down to check up on his once again. After another affirmative you just went to check the mail to then immediately come back into the kitchen to bug him once more. You were surprised he wasn’t annoyed with you.

“Guess not…” You chuckle, playing with your fingers as you lean forward on your kitchen island “Normally I do! Just…. Everyone is busy lately. Sorry for bothering you so much…”

“Don’t apologize! I don’t mind!” He quickly reassured as he stood from the ground, turning to test to see if the sink was finally working “I like the interaction too. Makes me feel like a person and not a tool, ya know?”

“Oh! That’s awful! People really treat you like that?”

“Yeah, but hey!” He turned back to you, wiping his hand on a dish towel he had around his toolbelt “Just means I appreciate people like you even more.”

The wink he sent you way caused an almost girlish giggle to escape your mouth as you turned your head away from him. After a moment, the silence that hung in the air somewhat heavy, you pushed off the counter “Are…. Are you hungry? I can make you something?”

You rushed towards your fridge, opening it to inspect the things within it to see what you could possibly prepare for him. Head racing with those thoughts you didn’t notice him moving closer to you, or that he was behind you, until you felt one hand on your hip and the fridge door closing in front of you.

“I could think of something I want to eat.” He breathed hot on your neck as he pulled you closer, making sure that you could feel the prominent bulge on your backside “If you catch my drift.”

You gulp trying to move away but only succeeding in wiggling your hips further into him, he hissed and gripped your hips more tightly to stop you from moving. Both of your breathing starting to grow hot and heavy, mingling together as you turn your head shyly towards him.

“W-we shouldn’t be doing this” You shake your head, trying once again to move away from him “My husband wil be home any moment…”

“Will he?” Sero chuckled, turning you around to face him, pushing your body back until the small of it hits your countertop “I don’t think he will. If he was, then you would have already had lunch ready.”

He tilts your chin up, leaning down until his lips hover over yours. His hot breath caused your tongue to poke up to run across your lips as a flush began to bloom on your cheeks “And you seem like a dutiful housewife, you wouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“S-Sero…” You breathe out, closing your eyes as you felt his forehead connect with yours.

“Tell me to stop, that you don’t want it.” His breath was tickling your cheeks as he spoke “Tell me and I’ll leave right now, and we’ll never speak of it again.”

“I… I don’t want you to stop..”

Your lips were captured in a hungry kiss as soon as you spoke those words. The kiss so engulfing that it captures all your thoughts, how soft they were and how they work against your own that when you granted his tongue access you didn’t realize that he had picked you up and placed you on the countertop.

He forced your legs to wrap around his waist as he grinded your hips together, the action causing a small moan to leave your mouth as you parted from the kiss. More mewls kept tumbling, out of your control, as he trailed kisses down your throat. Sero delighted in the way your hips would involuntarily buck into his when he would nip at the delicate skin, causing him to leave harsher nips the further he went down.

“So sensitive,” He murmured once he got to your collarbone, taking the time to lick a stripe up your neck and chuckling in your ear as you whimpered “Does your husband not take care of you, baby?”

“Y-yes…!” You give a tiny yelp when he bites onto your ear lobe.

“Clearly he’s not doing a good enough job,” Sero brings a hand down to rub you through your pants, cocking a brow at how you ground yourself onto his palm “Is he?”

You whine, shaking your head ‘no’ at his statement. He wasn’t wrong. Your husband has been less than affectionate with you lately, and when he has it was always lackluster. And after months of a non-excitant, or if it was non-pleasurable, sex life you were quite needy. Even your vibrator hasn’t been able to be enough for you anymore. But now? The way he was touching you was burning a fire deep within you, and you wanted nothing more than for him to continue to let you burn brighter.

“Do you need me to help with that, little Lady?”

“Yes!” You cry out, tugging at his shirt to try and pull him closer as you continue to buck wildly into his palm, like a horny teenager, once again. “Please Sero!”

He groaned when you called out his name, resting his forehead against your shoulder to regain some semblance of control. After a breath he pulled away from you slightly to remove his shirt, giving a cocky smirk as you took a moment to admire him, as he reached down to pull your shirt over your head.

“Like what you see?” He teased, smiling only widening when you gave a small shy nod as a response, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra before tossing it aside “Aww, why don’t you say it, baby?”

You shyly brought your arms up to try and cover your chest, turning your head away embarrassed. It had been a long time since someone had looked at you the way Sero was; so hungry, like you were about to be eaten alive. It was causing you to become nervous.

“I know I like what I see.” Sero brought his hands to gently cup your chest, causing your arms to fall away as he leaned down to press gentle kisses along the swell of your breast “I like what I see a lot.”

You mewl when he starts his assault on your chest. The way he was nipping, sucking, and biting all over your breasts, never staying on one for too long, was causing you to pant. He was aggressive, but not enough to break the skin or leave a mark; which you were grateful for. His hands continued to grope as his lips grasped onto one of your nipples, assaulting it with continuous flicks of his tongue.

You let out a quiet moan as you arch your back into his touch, a hand coming up to tug at his hair gently while the other started to wander the expanse of his now exposed chest. Relishing and marvelling at all the lean muscle under your fingertips, slowly dipping lower and lower…

“Ah, ah, ah” Sero chides, removing your hand from tugging at his toolbelt to undo it “it’s all about you right now, baby.”

“But I wanna make you – ah!” you cry out, taken by surprise as his own hand slipped between your pants and panties to run through you folds.

“You’re already so wet,” Sero slides one of his long fingers into you, groaning at how tight you are “You really are pent up, aren’t you? I barely touched you”

You don’t have the care to answer him, or to be embarrassed by the slight squelching sound that could now be heard as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you. You keen when a second finger joins the first and his pace starts to pick up, his thumb coming up to rub at your bundle of nerves. Shamelessly spreading your legs wider as you buck your hips into his hand, desperately trying to chase your release that is so close to washing over you, the ache in your core almost unbearable.

Your release finds you with a choked out gasp as you clamp your thighs tightly around Sero’s hand as your body spasms with the intense aftershocks, which are only amplified as he continues to finger you through your orgasm; only stopping when you have officially calmed down. Well, calmed down enough.

“Oh, please, please, please fuck me Sero” You beg, letting out a whine when his fingers leave your drooling hole.

“You want more, hm?” He asks, bringing his hand up to your mouth, to which you open for him to let his fingers into your wet craven. His moan spurring you on to suck his digits with more fervor “Then get down.”

His command sends a pleasurable shiver down your spine as you carefully slide off the counter. Once you were on steady feet he turned you around and forcefully, but still with a gentle touch, bent you forward, allowing you to adjust on shaky arms before quickly pulling the rest of your clothes off. The swift smack that echoed throughout the kitchen, and the slight burning ache on your ass, caused your legs to shake.

“Step out.” His voice was deep with desire, and you couldn’t help but immediately follow his instruction.

A surprised, and strangled, gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue take a swift lick up your folds. Only for it to be followed by another, one more fervent, as he gripped your hips tightly to pull you back onto his face as he continued to swipe at your folds greedily.

“More, Sero, please” You whimper, your voice needy as you try to move closer to him. “I want more!”

“Want me to fuck this pretty pussy bad, huh?” He hummed, spreading your folds to get a better look “I will, don’t you worry. Just wanted a taste.”

He’s big, you don’t really know for certain as you haven’t had the chance to see it. But from how he felt grinding on you, and the way the tip of his cock runs through your slippery folds, you can tell that it will be quite the stretch.

You whine as he slowly starts to enter you, the stretch is an intense but a pleasant burn as he slowly sinks into you inch by inch. You both groan in unison when he finally bottoms out. You close your eyes as you try to adjust, you’ve never felt so full, and you know Sero knows this as well.

“Good, you’re so fucking tight!” He groans, slowly pumping in and out of you, bringing a hand around to rub your clit “Relax for me, baby. I’ll take real good care of you, trust and believe.”

Once you started to relax was when his pace quickened, your moans getting louder in tandem to the speed his hips were going. It didn’t take long before his thrusts were hard and fast, hips snapping into you with such force that you were unable to stay upright on your arms. The chaffing of his jeans and toolbelt were just adding to the rough pleasure you were losing your mind to.

Your walls started to clench and flutter around him much sooner than you were expecting, his relentless fingers that were rubbing your clit making it impossible to hold out any longer. Another orgasm runs through you, your wail of ecstasy lost as your ears deafen to any noise as blood flushes through your body.

His pace and how his cock kept hitting that special spot inside you meant that you weren’t sure if you were about to start cumming again or if you hadn’t finished cumming in the first place. Not that you cared or could really think. The delirium he kept you in was so wonderful that you couldn’t find in yourself to try and fight it. The slick that was constantly spilling out of you and onto your thighs proof that this was the best fuck you had in a long, long time

You don’t know how long it’s been, or how many times he made a mess of you, you’re now too dumb to really think due to how overstimulated you are, all you can do is moan and mewl for him and ‘just take it’. To enjoy the drag of his cock going in and out of you, the way the vein on the underside of his cock catches so wonderfully against your walls.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. So, so good” Sero mumbles, placing kisses along you back and cracking a head over you ass once again “You’re gonna keep taking it baby, keep taking it so good for me till I cum, okay?”

You whimper, turning your head to face him, the cool countertop a wonderful contrast to your flushed cheeks “Cum for me, please! I want it so bad!”

“Fuck! Yeah, you want it. Want me to cum all over you, don’t you? Want me to cum all over this pretty pussy, making you forget about your worthless husband, yeah?”

You merely nod your head, your voice all but gone as his pace somehow gets even faster making it impossible for you to let out any noise but screams of pleasure, your mouth in a permanent ‘O’ position as you try to hold on until he cums.

He does with a loud groan, hips pressing snuggly against your ass, as he paints your insides white with ropes and ropes of his cum. Slowly pulling out with a hiss, spreading your swollen and sore lips apart to watch it drip out of you and down your thighs.

“Are you okay, love?” Sero asks after a beat, slowly regaining his breath.

You tiredly laugh and nod your head “Yeah, I’m okay.” you slowly start to pull yourself upright, trying to properly stand on your wobbly legs “You know you broke character. You’re not suppose to cum inside some random housewife.”

“Yeah, well.” He shrugs his shoulder, collecting you in his arms “Got too lost in the moment… Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Before you had the chance to tease your boyfriend even further he threw you over his shoulder and started bounding his way to your shared bathroom to draw you a bath, just like he said he would.

#sero #sero hanta #mha #bhna #sero x reader #sero hanta smut #sero smut #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #test test test test test

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makeste · 3 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 320: Deku vs. Class 1-A

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Kacchan was all “fuck Deku and fuck his stupid goodbye letters, I need to speak to somebody in charge.” Endeavor was all “hello, I am Somebody In Charge.” Kacchan was all “listen up asshole, you need to let us go out and collect our wayward nerd because you stupidly left him alone with All Might and that’s a fast track to disaster right there.” Endeavor was all, “[self-incriminating silence].” Rat Principal was all, “okay sure, have fun kids.” Back in the present, class 1-A was all “hi Deku” and Deku was all “I’M FINE!!!!!” and Kacchan was all “THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY YOU DUMB FUCKING NERD” and so the kids all got ready to fight, because OF COURSE they’re gonna fight. Sorry guys, but yeah it’s happening.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan is all “what’s up Deku you look like a possessed Rorschach test, so anyway how are the new quirks coming along.” Deku is all “they’re coming along like THIS” and uses Smokescreen to try and get away. Kacchan is all “PHASE ONE COMMENCE”, and Kouda, Sero, Jirou, and Ojiro leap into the fray to shower Deku with heaps of love and violence, because this is a shounen manga and kicking someone’s ass while simultaneously proclaiming your undying admiration for them is just how it’s done in these parts. The KoudaSeroOJirou squad then passes the baton to Satou, Momo, Tokoyami, Kaminari, and Shouji, who are all “fuck this mask” and do a bunch of stuff to tear Deku’s mask off because they’re the real heroes. Shouto is all “LOOK AT THE LITTLE CRYBABY, THAT’S RIGHT, GO AHEAD AND FUCKING CRY and by the way let us share your burden please,” and once again I swear this is all very deeply moving and touching within the actual context. The chapter ends with Tsuyu being all “look at me. I’m the cliffhanger now,” and damn.

lol what

I don’t think anyone was expecting that. I mean, not that I’ve got anything against Tsuyu or anything. anyways it’s a very nice cover and I love the colors and I hope this means Tsuyu’s gonna do something badass

also, “Deku vs Class A” -- pretty much the expected title, but it’s still got me hyped nonetheless fuck yeah let’s go

IIDA ANGST

Iida Tenya really said “fuck the uniform code, we’re leaving the helmet at home today.” sorry kids, prim and proper C-3PO Comic Relief Iida has left the building. can I interest you in some Serious Iida

meanwhile Kacchan is all “sup Deku, I heard you got a few more quirks, and might I just add that you look like the Snyder Cut of Detective Pikachu”

“you look like a tarred and feathered squid” okay easy there Kacchan. I mean it’s all true of course, but still

“thank you all for coming” OH EXCUSE ME SON, WERE YOU PLANNING ON GOING SOMEWHERE. LET’S JUST SEE HOW THAT PLAYS OUT

yep and there’s Smokescreen, right on cue

okay Horikoshi, I leave it in your hands. hopefully you can come up with some more interesting combos than my dumbass predictions lol

LOL THIS ISN’T A COMBO AT ALL

“explosions solve everything” -- Horikoshi Kouhei, 2021. something something shockwave, something something handwave ta-da no more smoke. lol okay then

oh, ouch

he would know, wouldn’t he. nice application of one of your many hard-earned life lessons, Kacchan

by the way you guys, just as an experiment, I’m going to try to anticipate some of the discourse this week in the hopes of preemptively addressing it and thus saving myself some time later on lol. so here’s our first test run!

ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “oh my god what a fucking hypocrite can you believe this fucking guy”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: it’s precisely because Kacchan has been in this exact situation himself that he’s able to recognize his past self in Deku now and call him out on it. just because it took him sixteen years to get it through his head that he can’t accomplish every single thing completely by himself doesn’t mean Deku has to go down that same path. so yeah, maybe it is a bit hypocritical, but if you insist that the only people qualified to call out stupid shit are people who have never done a single stupid thing in their own lives, then what you’re basically saying is that absolutely no one on earth is qualified lol. so yeah, I’d have to disagree

and one last unrelated note, I’m willing to bet the whole “you didn’t even say a word before you ran off” thing is possibly the first thing Kacchan’s said in this whole encounter that actually does stem from genuine hurt rather than his tough-love-harsh-truths strategy. I’M TAKING NOTES HERE HORIKOSHI. at this rate it’ll take twice as many chapters as DvK2 for them to hash out all the stuff between them, geez

anyway so I gotta say, so far Deku vs. Class A is looking an awful lot like a DvK3 wearing a hat, trenchcoat, and sunglasses lol

OH SHIT I TAKE IT BACK??

FUCK YEAH, YOU GO KOUDA. and I guess he ditched his mask as well! excellent

so far the strategy here seems to be “Kacchan says all the mean tough love shit while the rest of 1-A balances it out with warmth and kindness”, which actually works pretty well imo. Deku is one of those people that doesn’t usually need a Kacchan Translator anyway, but just in case, this is very efficient

mm but of course Deku is slingshotting himself away with Blackwhip. all right then, who’s up next!

FUCK YEAH

okay but seriously you guys, what is going on with Sero’s face in these last couple of chapters though, it’s really starting to unnerve me. is he trying to emulate Kacchan’s whole asymmetrical facial expressions thing?

in fact let me just quickly hit pause here because,

ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “SERO IS TOGA??!”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: no

oh snap looks like Jirou’s getting in on the action too!

poor Jirou probably spent days racking her brain trying to think of something she could bond with Deku over. is Horikoshi doing these in reverse order of the kids who have had the most interaction with him? that would explain why poor Kouda didn’t get a flashback lol

omg. well that answers that

so by my count, Satou and Hagakure are the only ones remaining in this first tier of kids who Still Appreciate Midoriya even though they’ve barely ever spoken two words to him in their lives lol. so they’ll probably be next, and then we’ll get to the next tier of kids who are pretty good friends with him but not quite besties. and then we’ll move on to the IidaRokiRaka trio, and then lastly, to the boy who is in a tier all his own

BUT FIRST, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

and by “sponsor” I mean the Dekuangst. just in case that wasn’t clear. indeed, many thanks to the Dekuangst for making this all possible

(ETA: okay so this whole “take me away” line seemed pretty weird to me, and sure enough it’s yet another one of those cases where only the verb is specified, and the object is left to the reader’s interpretation. so even though the translation says “take me away”, I’m pretty sure that what Deku’s actually saying is “take you away” -- as in, his loved ones will be taken away by AFO.

and that is literally the way he phrases it, though -- the verb used is “奪う” (ubau), meaning “to snatch away; to dispossess; to steal.” which, god, that hurts my whole goddamn heart though, because for him to say it like that?? not “AFO will kill you”, but “AFO will take you away from me.” he can’t have nice things anymore because of AFO. he can’t be around the people he loves because AFO will hurt them. he can’t have happiness because AFO will take it away from him. anyway so where the fuck is AFO right now, motherfucker I just want to talk.)

by the way can Ojiro just extend his tail to whatever fucking length he wants or what because it’s like twelve feet long in this panel lol

WOOO FUCK YEAH TOKOYAMI

YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!! BUT WHERE’S YOUR FLASHBACK? YOU’VE HAD A BUNCH OF INTERACTIONS WITH HIM, THAT’S NOT FAIR

okay so now Satou’s stepping in which is back to my anticipated order, so maybe Toko will finish his little moment afterward

dskfjfkk

“REMEMBER THAT TIME DEKU BORROWED SATOU’S FOOD COLORING” Horikoshi says, sweating. “AND REMEMBER THAT TIME HE, UM, SMILED IN HAGAKURE’S GENERAL DIRECTION”

actually I am curious about what Hagakure’s part will be because, you know, the whole traitor thing lol

(ETA: funny how we just skipped right over it huh. can we get a traitor reveal countdown started here? definitely getting close to that time.)

whoa lol wtf

MOMO??? THIS HAS MOMO WRITTEN ALL OVER IT DAMMIT

-- SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK

“SORRY MIDORIYA-SAN, I LEFT MY FUCKING CHILL AT HOME IN THE LOCKER NEXT TO IIDA’S HELMET” holy shit lmao

and here I thought she’d get a flashback to her time on the Baku Rescue Squad or something. but nope, no flashbacks from Momo, only terrifying sci-fi torture devices

poor Dark Shadow is such a trooper omg

“why am I the only one who has to make prolonged contact with his smelly disgusting self” taking one for the team there DS

FUCK YEAH KAMINARI NO JUTSU

THE PRICKLY BASTARD WHISPERER STRIKES AGAIN!! don’t suppose you brought any clean clothes you could sneakily force him into huh Kami

okay here we go, so now Shouji and Tokoyami are joining forces

um excuse me this is fucking awesome

wonder how he’ll break free? don’t think he’ll reveal Fa Jin until the end of the chapter, so maybe Air Force or something? idk

TOKO GETS AN EXTENDED MOMENT BECAUSE HE IS A TIER TWO PATREON REWARD LEVEL FRIEND YAY

WHY IS MOMO MAKING THIS FACE LOL YOUR THING WAS WAY WORSE

and Shouji just casually hitting him with what is easily the best comment from anyone yet. too bad Deku’s just gonna ignore it. you deserve better Shouji

KAMINARI OMFG

it only just occurred to me that Kami is currently trapped inside Dark Shadow right along with him lmao omg. realest one in the entirety of BnHA, right here. we will never forget your sacrifice

aaaaaaand Deku’s yeeting himself

do you really hate the thought of taking a bath that much my dude

oh shit the mask!!

-- oh shit the feels

o(TヘTo)

fuck. and I mean, we knew he was crying, that was a done deal. but still, to see him in this much pain is just...

and the acknowledgement that he knows they’re worried about him, but that it doesn’t change his mind one bit. this, right here, is why they have to be a bit harsh with him, you guys. because they’re up against the full, unbridled stubbornness of Midoriya fucking Izuku, and if they don’t match that stubbornness with an equal stubbornness of their own, they basically don’t stand a chance

(ETA: quick note that there is apparently another mistranslation here -- rather than saying that his friends are oblivious to the danger, what Deku is actually saying is that none of his friends have activated his Danger Sense once throughout this entire fight. which I had been wondering about, and it turns out Horikoshi actually confirmed it. so basically none of the kids bears any ill intent toward him, and there’s literal proof right there.

incidentally, as @class1akids pointed out, this also casts an interesting light on this chapter in terms of who hasn’t fought Deku yet. not to play the Hagakure Traitor Music for the billionth time you guys, but I’M JUST SAYING lol.)

anyway, but the good news is that they all seem to understand that. and the even better news is that we have reached the tier 3 friends!!

“OR ELSE” lol, great to see Shouto wielding his friendship just as aggressively as Deku once did towards him. I do love a good role reversal

p.s., ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “why is Shouto being so cruel to Deku can’t he see how hard this is on him”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: this is a callback to the classic “even heroes cry when they have to” Shouto line from chapter 137. Shouto is clearly following Kacchan’s lead here and going for the more ruthless approach, knowing that the gentle approach isn’t getting through to him (if anything it’s only making him more stubborn as we saw on the previous page). basically it’s his way of pointing out that even heroes are still only human, and so is Deku last time he checked

ah okay, and there Tsuyu is at last

okay real talk, I get why Tsuyu is included in the tier 3 friends, because she was one of the first people to team up with Deku going all the way back to USJ. but that said, this probably would have had more impact if their most recent interaction hadn’t been like 150 chapters ago

but anyway though it’s still a good speech. maybe not quite a cliffhanger-level speech, but a good speech nonetheless. in a way though, I’m glad to see that Horikoshi seemingly didn’t give a fuck whether he ended this on an actual cliffhanger or not for once

and that “headed toward the climax” part has me excited too, ngl. because if we really are getting to the so-called climax this soon, that makes me even more certain that there is indeed a DvK3 in the forecast. so I presume that next week (or I guess two weeks from now) will be the tier 3s along with the remaining tier 2s like Kirishima and Aoyama

and then after that, well... [orange and green banners being hoisted] [sound of screeching airhorns and vuvuzelas in the distance] [sound of All Might approaching in his car which I didn’t notice until I looked back at this page a second time whoops] THE PROPHECY WILL NOT BE DENIED

#bnha 320 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #asui tsuyu #tokoyami fumikage #kaminari denki #todoroki shouto #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years ago

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Hi so I saw that requests are still open but still feel free to delete this I was just thinking some hurt/comfort for finn or just straight(no pun intended) up angst because I can’t seem to find any since us in fics I read when Leo or Logan is sad finn is always comforting them? Idk if that made sense so

Hiya! The ratio of hurt/comfort for the cubs is definitely uneven! I hope this is a little bit like what you're looking for!

Characters by @lumosinlove

“Hey Finn,” Leo called from the kitchen as he rooted around in the kitchen drawers. “Have you seen my bookmark? You know the one with the little green tassel?” He fished through the junk drawer, a part of him wondering where the hell they had accumulated all this random stuff from. So far he had come across three golf tees (how did they get there? None of them had ever played golf), four broken pencils and at least six loose key rings, with no actual keys amongst a host of other things.

“I could’ve sworn I saw it here yesterday.” He mumbled as he closed the drawer. “Are you sure you haven’t seen it?”

When no response came, Leo frowned, walking down the corridor to their bedroom. “Finn? You there?” He popped his head round the door of their room, finding Finn staring at his phone, seemingly lost in a daze.

“Finn babe, you alright?”

Finn blinked, looking up, a weak smile on his lips. “Yeah, yeah all good.”

For all intents and purposes, Finn seemed alright. He looked fine, he sounded fine but… Leo could sense that all was not right in Whoville.

“Alright,” He said, toeing off his shoes and jumping onto the bed. “What’s up?”

Finn didn’t turn his head to look at him, instead straining his eyes to gaze down at Leo. “Nothing’s up my dude.”

“My dude,” Leo teased. “Wow, are we bros now? Cause like, that’s cool, but will we have to say ‘no homo’ whenever I suck your dick now or is there some other kind of system we have to work out mmh-”

Leo was cut off, laughing when Finn’s palm covered his mouth. Leo just licked Finn’s hand, the redhead releasing him in favour of wiping Leo's spit off his palm.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Finn said, finally smiling for real, even as he shook his head in disbelief. “I think the last time someone did that to me, it was Alex and I was twelve.”

Leo just shrugged. “What can I say, I’m young at heart.”

Finn didn’t reply, and Leo waited a few beats to see if he would say anything. Sometimes Finn just needed a moment to gather his thoughts. This however, would turn out to not be one of those times, Finn appeared to be doing his best Kasey impression and staying silent.”

“So are you gonna tell me what’s up or do you wanna just chill quietly?”

Finn shrugged. “It’s dumb.”

Leo quirked an eyebrow. “Nah.”

Finn bit down a smile. “Nah? That’s all you’re gonna say? No convincing me that it’s definitely not dumb?”

Leo shrugged. “Hey, I don’t know what it is, for all I know, it could be dumb.” He bumped their shoulders together playfully before resting his head on Finn’s shoulder. “Doesn’t mean it can’t be important too though.”

Finn sighed, and Leo sensed that he maybe did want to talk about, but hadn’t quite gotten there yet.

“Alright, up you get,” He said, ushering Finn off the bed, “Under the covers, let’s go.”

Finn looked at Leo like he was crazy, even as he climbed under the sheets, the blanket of white creating their own tiny universe where nothing else mattered but them.

(Well, them and Logan but he wasn’t here right now).

“What is it exactly that we’re doing?” Finn asked sceptically, even though he seemed notably more relaxed.

“It’s safe under the covers.” Leo explained, tapping Finn’s shin before hooking their ankles together. “Duh.”

“My boyfriend, so good with words.” Finn drawled and Leo smirked. “Yup, that’s me.”

He let his face soften as he brushed a stray curl out of Finn’s eye. “So what’s the matter sweetheart?”

Finn pursed his lips. “It really is dumb, like, it’s not a big deal.”

Leo didn’t say anything, just blinked and let Finn continue at his own pace.

Finn shrugged, looking at his hands. “I miss home I guess. I fucking love my life here, so much, like you know I do, right?”

“I know,” Leo murmured.

“And I really really do. I just, I don’t know, I miss my mom’s singing even though she’s got a terrible voice and I miss my dad talking a little too loudly and I miss Alex giving me shit for leaving my socks in the living room.”

“It is annoying when you do that.” Leo agreed.

“It just feels a bit ridiculous to be sad because I’m a little homesick when I have the best life I ever could have imagined.”

Leo shook his head. “That’s not dumb.”

Finn smiled a little, finally meeting his eyes. “Oh yeah? You sure ‘bout that?”

A huff of a laugh burst from Leo’s lips, simultaneously rolling his eyes. “I miss home too sometimes. And Logan does too. I know a bunch of the other guys would agree.”

Finn pursed his lips. “Yeah? I dunno, I guess I was just worried you would think I didn’t like my life here.”

Leo deadpanned Finn right in the eye. “Finn sweetheart, you say the phrase ‘I love my life’ so often that we got it printed on a t-shirt for your birthday.”

Finn laughed, ducking his face into the curve of Leo’s neck. “I love that t-shirt.”

Leo smiled, pressing a kiss to Finn’s curls. “You know, we don’t have enough time off to go to New York, but we could definitely have your parents come stay with us for a few days if you wanted.”

Finn looked up at him, brown eyes wide and hopeful. “Yeah? You think Lo would be okay with that?”

Leo laughed, and kissed Finn soundly. “Finn babe, I think Lo loves them more than you do.”

“Who do I love more?” A voice called from the doorway and before either Leo or Finn could move, a heavy weight settled on top of them. “Wait, where’s the top?” They heard Logan mumble as he searched for the opening of the sheets before pulling them back and sinking into bed between them, the covers pulled back over their heads quickly.

“Salut,” Logan grinned, giving them both a quick kiss before nestling into Finn’s arms. “It’s warm in here, we should do this all the time.”

Finn and Leo shared an amused look over the top of his head.

“We were thinking of asking Finn’s parents to come stay for a few days.” Leo said and Logan nodded.

“Ouais, yes we should definitely do that. I need me some Mrs O’Hara time.”

Finn chuckled and Leo grinned, catching Finn’s hand and squeezing it gently.

“Cool, then that’s what we’ll do.”

(And they did).

#coast to coast lumosinlove #lumosinlove #finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay #o'knutzy #lionfish #hurt/comfort #angst #well not really #but kinda #sweater weather lumosinlove #fluff

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floorbe · 4 years ago

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Mondo x reader where he overhears her reader talking to another classmate about him but they're being horny on main 👀👀 (idk who'd partake in this conversation except for Miu so non despair au ig ????)

yeah! reminder that even tho i wrote miu in this lil fic i dont write for miu for x reader stuff :^) suggestive content under the cut//

“Fuck, Miu, he’s so hot,” Mondo pauses by the door to the empty classroom as he hears your voice. With a grin cracking across his face (and a clench of his fists as he buries his jealousy) he silently presses himself against the wall beside the just barely cracked open door. He may be envious, but Lord knows he can use this information to tease you later and see you all flustered and shit. (And, man, do you look cute when you’re flustered.) “Did you see him climb out of the pool earlier? Nobody should be able to look that good with wet hair,” you lament, and he can hear Miu giggling.

He immediately searches his memory for the guys who were in class today. A lot of other guys are in your P.E. class, so it’s not as if the guessing pool has lowered by many. He sighs quietly, maybe you were talking about Leon? You always seemed to cheer him on when he’s swimming. Then again, he reasons, Leon is awful at swimming, so maybe you’re just motivating him.

"His hands are so big... I can already imagine them spreading my legs t-to take what he wants, y-y’know” he can hear the wanton whine to Miu’s voice, and he can imagine the dreamy look in her eyes as she drifts off into her fantasy. He’s expecting you to sputter and scold Miu for bringing it up; that’s what you do whenever he teased you suggestively, at least. A smile tugs at his lips at the memories.

“God, I know,” Mondo is snapped from his thoughts as he hears you sigh, and he has to hold back a grunt of surprise at the dreamy tone. Where was this side of you whenever he brought up sex? Come to think of it, have you ever said anything remotely sexual to him? You’d always get so embarrassed and punch his arm whenever he brought anything up.

“Have you seen his muscles, Miu? That man is strong enough to fuck me against a wall,” Mondo’s eyes widen drastically as he hears you talk so freely. He swallows thickly at your admission, and he can feel himself start to harden as he imagines what it would be like for him to be the one to do that to you. He shakes his head to clear the thoughts before he gets too ahead of himself. Okay, so it’s someone buff. That lowers the amount of people considerably.

Nekomaru is his top guess. He had come in today to help motivate swimmers into doing more laps, so it would check out that you’d seen him climb out of the pool. Not only that, but he’s visibly strong, so there’d be no way he wouldn’t be able to hold you up against a wall. A scowl stretches across his face as he entertains the idea briefly. He could do that, too. Jealousy starts to burn in his chest as he imagines you moaning out Nekomaru’s name. What does Nekomaru have that he doesn’t? He’s strong, he looks good with his hair down, his hands are-

“What about him fucking you on his bike?” Miu suddenly chimes in, a slight slur to her tone as if she’s imagining it already.

He pauses. Nekomaru doesn’t have a bike.

“Oh my God,” there’s a whine to your voice that he’s never heard before, and his breath hitches at it, “He wouldn’t, but that’s fucking hot.”

He can hear Miu scoff, “Yeah, Mondo cares way too much about his fuckin’ bike to defile it like that, huh?”

He swears his heart stops beating. His jaw drops as he feels flames engulf his cheeks, and he can’t even begin to stop the loud strangled exclamation that falls from his lips. Him? You were talking about him this entire time? You- you think he looks good with his hair wet? You want him to fuck you against a wall? Holy shit. Holy shit. You want him to fuck you on his bike. You want his hands to spread your-

“M-Mondo?!” He’s torn from his heavenly realization by your voice. His head snaps to see you and Miu; you have that cute flustered expression again, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek.

“What, you peeping on us, you fucking creep?!” Miu growls, and Mondo can’t help but quirk a brow, at her drastic change in behavior. She was just talking about fucking him, and now she’s on edge? He sees you fidget out of the corner of his eye and is brought back to the severity of the situation. Fuck, they’d just caught him eavesdropping on a conversation he definitely wasn’t meant to hear.

“Uh,” he swallows thickly, “...No?”

It’s silent for a moment. He has to tear his gaze away from you, and he shuffles his feet in an attempt to hide his very obvious arousal. Thank God his pants are baggy, because he really cannot get the thought of you moaning his name out of his head, especially now that you’re right in front of him.

“M-Miu, could you give us a second?” you ask, averting your gaze as she scoffs and nods, sending another glare towards Mondo as she stalks off. It’s silent for another moment as you bite your lip. He struggles to stop thinking about what it would be like to bite it for you.

“How... how much did you hear?” you finally force out.

“Ah,” a hand reaches to rub the back of his neck subconsciously, “...All of it?”

You immediately slap your hands over your face, groaning. “I’m so sorry, God, that must’ve been so creepy-” apologies are spilling from your lips, and before he comprehends it he’s cutting you off.

“Did you mean it?” his eyes widen as he stiffens, did he really just ask that out loud? He did not mean to ask that out loud. “Sh-shit, uh, sorry, you don’t have’ta-”

“Yeah,” you suddenly admit; your hands have slipped to cover your mouth, allowing your eyes to meet his as he abruptly cuts off. He can see you just barely shaking as he processes it. You actually want him to fuck you. Jesus Christ, he is so turned on right now. Your eyes suddenly flick away, and he realizes he’s taken too long to respond.

Before you have a chance to say anything, he finds an impulsive courage and steps forward to sling his arms around you, leaning to press his forehead against yours shakily. He swallows thickly as you look at him almost shyly, eyes wide and hands coming down to lightly grasp his coat. Any confidence he had fizzles and dies.

He licks his lips as he summons every last bit of suaveness and cockiness he can find within himself (which is... not a lot, because you’re very good at leaving him speechless and stupid). Steady breaths, keep your voice smooth, and... “I-I wouldn’t m-mind doing that shit with you!” Well, that wasn’t quiet. He winces both at his painfully awkward phrasing and at the way you jump at his sudden exclamation.

“...Seriously?” you nearly whisper, and he’s suddenly hyper aware of how close your lips are.

“Y-yeah,” his voice breaks mid word, but neither of you notice as your eyes flick to his lips. He cautiously leans forward, breath hitching as he watches your eyes slide shut. Your lips meet, and he’s sure that you can feel him shaking, but he ignores it as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Your lips meld together, and Mondo swears he’s ascended into heaven or something, because nothing has ever felt more right than this.

He presses himself closer to you, tightening his grip on you as you sigh against his lips. He pulls back when you suddenly grunt, and he worries he’s gone too far until he sees you grinning. “Mondo,” you start slowly, and he’s vaguely aware of how there’s an undertone of smugness in your voice, “So, uh, what’s poking me right now?”

Poking y-? Oh. Oh no. Your grin widens as he feels his cheeks heat up for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes. One of your hands slides down to grab his hand, and he swallows thickly as you draw back to tug him down the hall, a wicked glint in your eyes that tells him that you’ll be fulfilling all of the daydreams you’ve had about him.

#suggestive//#n*sw//#mondo oowada #mondo oowada x reader #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa scenario #danganronpa #thh #Anonymous

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blarrghe · 3 years ago

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2, 12, 19 for the writer asks?

2. What was the first story you wrote?

The first story I remember writing was when I was like six, it was about a litle girl who found a magic bouncy ball. I don't remember what else happened but I remember that my mom helped me illustrate it and the bouncy ball got to have glitter on it. Made it into a real little booklet and I bet she still has it somewhere.

I've been writing stories for ever and ever and had so so many going as a kid. The first big story in my brain was a whole soap opera saga about a couple of friends and it followed them from like age 11 to adulthood through all sorts of Slice of Life drama. What can I say, I have a genre. I wrote some of it as my first NaNo novel in like the seventh grade and I honestly might revisit the concept sometime because the characters lived in my head for so long.

12. Do you have a word/phrase you overuse?

I answered this one already, but like all of us, I also overuse semicolons.

19. Show us the line you want readers to remember from your story.

Oh man. One LINE? Hm. I've been wracking my brain lol idk how to choose. So this is going to be a long answer instead :p

As you know, I like to bring things back for the juicy parallels and thematic weight, so there are quite a few bits that kind of echo each other and I'm always hoping people remember enough to notice them. Obviously there's big like, story structure things (the first couple paragraphs of the first and last chapters of Twelve Nights mirror each other very specifically and I'm really proud of that) and there's tons of that in Matchsies. But some things people might not have noticed that I did on purpose um:

There's a moment in Ch. 26 where Taren is complaining to Bull about "not knowing the word for it" and Bull goes "respect?", and then in Ch. 27's flashback you get Taren saying:

"I just want to… to feel like you're really mine, like you really…" He shrugged, leaving the last word hanging. Love? Care? Something like that.

the word he is looking for is respect ;)

There's this line in Ch. 2 from Dorian:

“Oh artists are indeed strange creatures, I know. But not you, you're not strange at all, are you? You're just” — Dorian looked him up and down again, slowly, smirking — “a little sad. Lonely, perhaps.”

Echoed by this paragraph in Ch. 10:

The spotlight was not, of course, all for him. Dorian stood in dramatic silhouette too, under the same dim yellow haze of light, shining in black leather and skin lit to gold. He was beautiful and he wanted him and he’d been so fucking clear about it. He was right to be impatiently posed with crossed arms and a high chin, right to be staring Taren down with an expectant eye and pointing his excuses right back at him with a measure of very slight offence, but he didn’t look much like he wanted to be. Delicately frowning, creasing slightly at the brow, shadowed and darkly striking and a little sad. Lonely.

There's also this bit of dialogue about doing magic with Dorian in Ch. 17:

“You can’t feel what I feel?”

“Not strongly. There’s too much… magic. Just warm, bright magic. Do you feel me?”

“Yes,” Taren laughed softly, “every little change. When you laugh, there’s a current of joy. When I tell you something that makes you sad, it lurches from you like a muddy wave" — Dorian lit up in a staticy flair — "you’re surprised. It’s prickly, cold.” Taren gave his hands a warm squeeze, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you didn’t know.”

Which I would like everyone to keep in mind while reading the same kind of scene from Dorian's perspective ever, but specifically at the end in Ch. 28 when he's feelin' his feelings. Psst, Dorian, T can feel all of that ;) Otherwise, when it comes to specific lines, sometimes I write something I think is really good and really hits and I always hope it does for someone else too, and sometimes a comment will say it did! Which is awesome, but truly the best thing is when people find their own faves (and tell me about them...) Oh, and all the relationship red flags I guess. I tried to make things quite "real" and so I hope that resonates and also that it helps people maybe keep an eye out for those kinda things in their daily lives... anyway sorry for the very very long answer but I am proud of my little parallels :3

#writing things #ask me things!

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eterni-ki-moved · 3 years ago

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(long) get to know me! thanks @hallobin for the tag :D

tagging: @many-gay-magpies @ofaffectionate @weuschoiceheart @who-is-kyuzu @unbothered-soul and anyone who wants to do this! (no pressure)

questions + answers below

— what day is your birthday? december 13 :D

— what’s your favorite color? pastel blue and lavender.

— what’s your lucky number? i don’t have one honestly

— do you have any pets? nope!

— how tall are you? 5′3″ which is like... 160 cm

— how many pairs of shoes do you own? i don’t have an answer tbh i have too many shoes. i have so many shoes, i don’t even know what shoes i have KJGEKRGS

— favorite song? my favorite song always changes every few days but atm, addicted by pixy!

— favorite movie? there’s the movie i always used to watch when i was younger called dream girls... i love that movie a lot

— what would be your ideal partner? oh jeez this question KGSJRKG uhh... i’m gonna be honest i never considered it too much but... just someone who’s affectionate with me, whether they’re subtle or more open about it. and someone who’s interested in what i have to say, even if i’ve had such a boring day. (cause not many people seem interested in what i have to say) and obviously they’d have to love me. whether it’s platonic or romantic, that doesn’t matter. i don’t really think an ideal partner always has to be romantic... okay this was long and sappy, neXT QUESTION

— do you want children? i don’t think so. at least, i don’t want to give birth to any. most likely, i’d want to adopt if i were to want children.

— have you ever gotten in trouble with the law? KJGSKR i sure hope not

— bath or shower? shower! i’m not so sure about taking a bath tbh...

— what color socks are you wearing? lime green

— favorite type of music? kpop

— how many pillows do you sleep with? two! but... i want more

— what position do you sleep in? i sleep in some weird positions tbh. sometimes i sleep on my belly while hugging my pillow, sometimes i’m on my side, sometimes i’m just on my back. i don’t have a fixed position, especially when i’m restless at night

— what do you have for breakfast? bread and tea.

— have you ever tried archery? nope gksejrkgs

— favorite fruit? strawberries :D

— favorite swear word? oh okay gkjsrgs i reallly don’t know. i only swear online tbh, and sometimes when i’m near my friends so i don’t know

— do you have any scars? yup :,)

— are you a good liar? haha nope not at all. i can’t lie to save my life kgsejrkgs

— what’s your personality type? infj-t! off-topic but infj-ts really aren’t as rare as people say they are, you probably just haven’t met enough of them

— innie or outie? uh. i actually don’t know gskjergs innie????

— left or right handed? right handed!

— favorite food? rice :D

— favorite foreign food? oof idk... i don’t try many foreign foods tbh

— are you clean or messy? i try to be clean

— most used phrase? uhh i don’t have a most used phrase irl. but online, it’s probably something having to do with causing chaos KGJSEKR

— how long does it take you to get ready? maybe... ten minutes? maybe twenty, idk i never actually count

— do you talk to yourself? all the time

— do you sing to yourself? ALL THE TIME.

— are you a good singer? i mean... *chuckles nervously* i don’t wanna brag but i think i’m pretty good

— biggest fear? drowning. and failing

— are you a gossip? no... i try my best not to be.

— do you like long or short hair? my hair is relatively short, like shoulder-length soo... short hair

— favorite school subject? so atm, i’m in a history class for poc -- specifically africans and latinos. that has to be my favorite subject/class so far. so i guess in general, history’s my favorite subject!

— what makes you nervous? the thought of failure gksejrkg

— who was your first real crush? my friend named nick. i’ve known him since like fifth grade and i didn’t realize i liked him until after seventh grade ended and i would just lay up at night during the summer, tryna contemplate my feelings.

— how many piercings do you have? just two, one on each of my earlobes. i don’t want any more piercings than that

— how fast can you run? tbh idk gkejrksg sometimes my time changes, depending on how fast i run.

— what color is your hair? black

— what color are your eyes? a very dark brown.

— what makes you angry? not many things makes me angry. but when someone lies to me, about something SERIOUS, ohh you bet i’m gonna go fuckin off on you. and also when people guilt-trip, but that’s the same as lying about something serious so... just don’t do that to me <3

— do your like your own name? yeah! it’s unique!

— do you want a boy or a girl as a child? buddy idk if i even want a child

— what are your strengths? i’m pretty smart and i’m pretty strong-willed... i also don’t mind being alone which is something some kids have trouble with.

— what are your weaknesses? i’m extremely paranoid and anxious. and when i am paranoid, i overthink things. i’m also pretty sensitive.

— what’s the color of your bedspread? grey!

— color(s) of your room? white!

#{💫}—karma speaks #{💌}—ask game #long post #phew this was a long one #but these were fun to answer #thx for the tag iana :D

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maos2013 · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Review

Ok, I could’ve sworn I was tagged by @aleksandrachaev but now the notification has disappeared? Idk what the hellsite is up to by making me think I have notifications, but I’m going to do this anyway 😂 😂 . I haven’t looked too closely at my stats and everything in a while, so this will be fun!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

77. But please don’t ask about the number of WIPs I have 😅

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

208,442. Huh. I thought it would be more? Oh well!

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Three. One random one shot for each ER and T100. The rest are all AoS!

Actually, wait. Since Kat says (and I agree whole heartedly!) that Black Widow is it’s own fandom, then make that 4! I wrote a one shot of an alternate end credit scene for that movie!

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos? (I’m not including the ones I have cowritten)

Everything’s Changing 372 Kudos- Talk about a wild idea I had watching a movie from the 90s. Anywayyyy. Philinda and Philindaisy moments. Lots of fluff. (which if you know me, you know I do more angst these days. 😂)

We’ve Come a Long Way from Where We Began 265 kudos - Aww! The first thing I ever wrote! Lots of May and Daisy moments and they work t reunite their team. (But also I now refuse to read this because I can see how much my writing has improved since then, and now I get mad at previous me 😂)

A Bad *Axe* Birthday 177 Kudos- May gives Daisy an axe for her birthday, and teaches her to throw it. Because to quote Rosa Diaz from B99 “What kind of woman doesn’t have an axe?”

I Took You for Granted 150 Kudos- TBH, I’m surprised this one was this high? It’s not one of the better things I’ve written tbh. But it’s May and Daisy, in season 7, and God knows they needed more scenes together, so maybe that’s why this one is on the list.

What Did We Do To Deserve This 137 Kudos- Oooooooh. *sigh* Early season 5 Philinda feels for when I still had hope for my OTP.

5. do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Ummmm YES! You kind person took the time to leave me a comment! I will let you know my appreciation for that! No comment is too big or too small! You can literally comment a <3 and I will respond because you made my day! That said, I usually respond like once a month to all the comments that have been building up in my inbox

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

*cackles* Ummmm. I have several, but I think the angstiest would be The Unimaginable. Poor May just lost everyone in this fic.

OR! the pieces of my heart are missing you because I just kill all of my favorites.

OR! the moon and the stars are nothing without you because Philindaaaa feeeeels

I’m Lost Without Her and Stay Alive, That Would Be Enough are runners up!

7. do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. Not creative enough for that 😂 😂

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don’t think so? Only hate for making people feel too many feels 😂 😂 😂

But to the person who once commented “Bestie I hate to break it to you but this ^ is not therapy” on one of my angst fics, please know that even though I don’t know who you are, I love you and think about this comment everyday.

9. do you write smut? if so what kind?

Yes, but not lately. And it usually has feelings involved. No plots usually, but feelings yes.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I doubt I am even known enough for someone to bother 😂

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be awesome!

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah! Lean On Me with @shadowcass! Set during season 7 of AoS- Instead of MaYo going to Afterlife, it’s May & Daisy!

13. what’s your all time favorite ship?

Philindaaaaaaa. I have way too many feels about those two.

14. what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Anything that’s in my old laptop. I got a new computer about 6 months ago, and any of my WIPs that somehow didn’t transfer over will probably never be finished. 😔

15. what are your writing strengths?

Angst! Also fluff (if I’m in the right mood). Sometimes humor! (again, depends on the mood.)

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

Feels I think? Sometimes I just write and then I go back to read it later and the dialogue in the feels particularly cringey. Also, I have a habit of using my southern slang in random places if I’m writing while tired, so I try to double check that. 😂

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Personally, I’ve only done it a couple of times, and for very short sentences or phrases because I don’t want to accidentally say something wrong and make a mess of things! I sadly only speak English with a few words of Spanish and Italian thrown in for funsies. Still waiting on a fic where I can randomly throw in a word or two in Italian.

18. what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Agents of Shield I believe! Unless you count the poorly written story I practically copied from an episode of Desperate Housewives that I was probably way too young to be watching. I wrote with gel pen on some loose leaf paper and then put into a pronged folder. I was maybe... 12? Mayyyyybe 13?

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

It’s like choosing my favorite child! (Not that I have children, but I do have 4 pets and I can easily tell you who my favorite pet is. 😂)

Hands down, I think my favorite has to be It’s Only a Matter of Time. I wrote a spec fic before the AoS finale where the team splits up across time, and I sobbed so hard while writing it!

Also I really really like The Unimaginable listed above with the angsty ending!

I’m tagging @tessathetesla @samanthaswishes @herosofmarvelanddc @brutashaphilindaandsylkieohmy if you guys want to do this!

#tag games #fanfic

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gyeheoni · 3 years ago

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Get to Know Me Tag!

Tagged by @catboydongheon and @a-drawingpanda ! (thank you both so much for the tag ^~^ ! lovelies 🥺💗💗💗 !)

What day is your birthday? ... a day ...

What is your favorite color? rose quartz, serenity, and lilac ^~^

What’s your lucky number? huh ... none ig ? ;0

Do you have any pets? does a younger brother count ... no lol

How tall are you? 163cm :0 woozi height ^^

How many pairs of shoes do you own? like ... 2 lmao

Favorite song? hhh never have just one but rn it’s the whole sour album annnd blue hour by txt ^^

Favorite movie? don’t watch movies enough to have one either fjkhgdfkjg

Who would be your ideal partner? ??? who wrote these ... juhaknyeon

Do you want children? lmao no

Have you ever got in trouble with the law? no ...?

Baths or showers? showers ^^

What color socks are you wearing? it’s summer <3 no socks season

What type of music do you like? mostly pop music :0 but some r&b and a bunch of other stuff too :]]

How many pillows do you sleep with? 4 lol (technically six but...)

What position do you usually sleep in? on my side usually >.< and only on one half of the bed haha

What do you typically have for breakfast? never wake up early enough for breakfast so ...

Have you ever tried archery? yes at science camp ^^

Favorite fruit? *hoyoung voice* strawberries and ... watermelon (and mangoes and grapes too ^^)

Favorite swear word? i don’t really curse so T-T

Do you have any scars? :// i guess

Are you a good liar? probably not, even tho i do it often

What is your personality type? ISFP-T

What is your favorite type of girls? odd question, but all of them u.u obviously

Are you an innie or an outie? innie LMAO

Left or right handed? right

Favorite food? pasta ! annnd uh ... this one hk cafe specialty item that would take too long to describe

Favorite foreign food? ?????? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk but i have tried a lot of different asian foods (since that’s primarily what i have everyday) so ?? fjgdkfjgh

Are you a clean or messy person? depends on how i’m feeling fjghdfjkhgdkj

Most used phrase? probably ‘so true’ / ‘too true’ i h8 what the internet has rendered my vocabulary down to lmao

How long does it take for you to get ready? also depends on how i’m feeling could be 5 mins could be an hour

Do you talk to yourself? yes helps physically vocalizing some of my feelings sometimes rip ....

Do you sing to yourself? oh a lot jfkgdfg choir kid things ....

Are you a good singer? prob avg ? i tried out for chamber choir in hs and got in and also get compliments here and there but tbh i lack a lot of technical skills / talent i think at best i just have a good ear for pitch matching

Biggest Fear? [insert a long essay about insecurities etc.] idk bugs ?

Are you a gossip? depends on context ! some things i’m nosy about and some things i am not

Do you like long or short hair? on me ? personally long hair ^^

Favorite school subject? biology is neat ^^ i also really liked digital art although i lack creativity lol

Extrovert or Introvert? i’m an introvert at the end of the day, my social battery is tinie ...

What makes you nervous? everything ? ig LOL perks of overthinking too much and having anx13ty <333

Who was your first real crush? oh there was this boy who lived two floors down from my apartment and he came knocking on my door asking to hang out ;;;; and we played basketball and went down to the creek by the nature trail and splashed each other with water ... didn’t end well lmao but it sounds nice like that doesn’t it ?

How many piercings do you have? two ;0

How fast can you run? in peak PE days i could do a mile in eight minutes but now running a block makes me want to pass out so LMAO

What color is your hair? technically black hair is not a thing so reeeeally dark brown almost black at my roots and reddish brown bc i dyed my hair <3 really wanna redye my hair tho ;;;;;;;;;;;;;

What color are your eyes? dark brown <3

What makes you angry? i don’t get angry often actually ;;;; i have a lot of patience rather than angry i can get frustrated when smth i tried really hard at doesn’t work out or if people are being inconsiderate i tend to overthink a lot, so when other people are careless about their actions that makes me a bit upset

Do you like your own name? not really ? it doesn’t hold any meaning but as a name it’s just a name :// nothing good or bad ig

Do you want a boy a girl for a child? what is this the 20th century ....

What are your strengths? oh boy wish i knew / had any

What are your weaknesses? oh boy what isn’t

Color of your bedspread? it’s white with blue ink drawings <333 pretty and my aes ^^

Color of your room? like a dark biege <333 neutral tones my beloved <333

thank you both again for tagging me !!! many hearts <333 prob won’t tag anyone >.< no fun maybe but idk who to tag :,3

#me n kangmin share a sun sign if that helps <333 #the haknyeon answer is also a joke lol #idk tbh !#but i always found great charm in hak's personality ;;;;#he's like ! just different enough from me where it matters so #also bom kjdfghdfh i have the music tag sitting in my drafts i swear i'm not ignoring it ;;;;#i was thinking about this this morning but methinks gyehyeon would h8 me personally LOL #him and wooseok i am sometimes convinced #that by personality alone we would not get along JKFHGDJKG #didn't stop me from biasing them but it is a THOUGHT #i used to think changmin and i wouldn't get along either but my perceptions of him have #shifted a tinie bit #i'm just rambling now sigh #🌱.text #tag games #not vrvr #personal #also bom ily but making me type out catb0y was not what i was expecting to do today LOL #<3333 hearts for you still tho :p

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platonicavengers · 4 years ago

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Pinky Promise

pairing: avengers x teen!reader; platonic!steve x teen!reader; platonic!natasha x teen!reader

word count: 1,772 (hehe told y’all)

warnings: sadness, depression, maybe swearing?? idk i don’t pay enough attention, post-infinity war feels

author’s note: im :) fine :) not :) sad :) at :) all :) also why do i always write angst am i that incapable of letting anyone be happy hahahah help

summary: it’s been a year since thanos snapped his fingers, and you still feel just as upset as you did the day it happened, but steve and nat are there to try their best to help you :)

my masterlist | read it on ao3 | read it on wattpad

One year; 12 months; 52 weeks; 365 days; 8,760 hours; 525,600 minutes; 31,536,000 seconds.

Since it happened. It, of course, being Thanos snapping his fingers, successfully eliminating 50% of life throughout the entire universe. Since you lost so many of your closest friends, your family.

Some people say that it gets easier with time, that eventually, it stops hurting as much. That after a while, the pain just isn't as bad.

But they would be wrong.

It's been an entire year, and for you, it's only seemed to get worse. The pain just grows each day, the loss of some of your favorite people just taking a larger toll on you as the days go by.

And the team could tell. What's left of the team, at least. Even out of the survivors, not everyone stayed around at the compound, as it would just bring back memories of those they've lost.

Tony had gone to live with Pepper and their daughter, Morgan, in a cabin on the lake. Bruce had gone somewhere, you weren't even sure where he was, and the same with Rhodey. Thor left to go establish New Asgard, and you hadn't seen him since. Carol, although technically not an official member of the team, was up in space most of the time, so you never saw her, either. That left only you, Natasha, and Steve.

Natasha was the first to notice. The way you rarely left your room, and if you did, your eyes were rimmed with a red tint, and your cheeks were puffed up. And if she ever got the chance to speak to you, you would only give her one or two word responses, far from the usual energetic and lengthy ones you used to give.

Steve noticed not long after, partially because Natasha pointed it out to him, and partially on his own. He saw the way you always wore sweatshirts or t- shirts belonging to your fallen friends. He heard you crying at the late hours of the night, when you thought no one else was awake.

So the two of them came together, trying to think of any and every way to help you, to take your mind off of everything, even just for a few minutes. But you did know this. You still stayed locked up in your room, today, especially, not even attempting to drag yourself out of bed, knowing that the only thing you were capable of doing today, was mourning.

••

The minute your alarm clock went off at 7 AM, you could already feel the familiar sensation of a wave of tears approaching. You were used to it by now, and just let it happen on its own.

With the sleeves of one of Wanda’s hoodies folded over your hands, you pressed your wrists to your eyes, trying to stop the stinging feeling of the tears. Your attempt was futile, and a steady stream started flowing down your cheeks, onto the comforter below you.

You sighed in frustration and annoyance when the tears wouldn’t stop. It seems like everyone else has moved on already, you thought to yourself, so why can’t I?

You buried your face in your hands and let out a loud sob. You shook your head, slowly lifting it from your hands as you stared up at the ceiling for a moment. You internally swore at yourself, knowing that what you were about to do was immature, but you were going to do it anyways.

“Hey, u-um,” your voice was quiet, hoarse from going so long without speaking, not to mention nasally from all the crying you’ve been doing lately. You brushed your messy hair out of your face, sniffling loudly, “I-I don’t know if anyone can hear me, but I, uh. I wanted to try an-and say something, just in case any of you guys a-are listening right now.”

You sobbed again, swearing under your breath, “Get it together, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself. You cleared your throat, trying once more to speak, “U-um. I just wanted to say that, um, I miss you all,” your voice broke off, the tears falling faster now, “so much. Uh, I miss you and love you all so much. I would do anything to get a-all of you back here, right now. Whatever it would take, I don’t care. I-I need you all, so badly.”

You cursed at yourself again, much louder than you intended to. Unbeknownst to you, Steve and Natasha heard you. They shared a look, before stopping what they were doing, and standing next to your closed door.

“I’m so, so, so sorry I didn’t do good enough. I tried, as hard as I could. I tried everything I could think of to get everyone back,” your voice had fallen into a low whisper, “b-but nothing worked.”

The pair outside your door felt their hearts break. It hurt them so much to hear you in such pain, and they knew they couldn’t stand to listen any longer. Natasha glanced at Steve, communicating with him through their eyes. Steve sent her a slight nod, knowing what she wanted to do.

The redhead slowly stood up from her squatting position, softly knocking on your door. She spoke quietly, a warm and caring tone laced through her words, “Y/N, sweetie? Could you open the door, please?”

You froze. You hadn’t expected for either of them to try and talk to you. Lately, they had stopped trying to get you to unlock your door, to open up, even just a little, after realizing that you refused to. You stayed silent for a moment, not knowing how, or if you wanted, to respond.

“Please, Y/N. We just want to help you, I promise, honey.”

Natasha’s voice was so calming, with the slight motherly tone coming through her words. You felt your resolve falter for a second, and you contemplated whether to let her in or not. On one hand, you didn’t want them seeing you like this, although you knew they wouldn’t care. But on the other, you so desperately craved comfort, reassurance, especially from those you trusted and cared for so deeply.

“Please,” this time it was Steve that spoke, “we know you’re hurting, and we want to help.”

With his words, you broke. You felt the sobs building up in your chest, and you ran to the door, unlocking and it and yanking it open roughly. You fell into Natasha’s open arms, sobbing. Steve wrapped his arms around you as well, joining the embrace. Your body shook painfully, but the feeling of two of your closest friends holding you so tightly helped soften the blow.

It took you around fifteen minutes to calm down. The whole time, both Steve and Natasha stayed with you on the floor, still holding onto you tightly, occasionally whispering short phrases of comfort into your ears.

When you eventually did settle down, you could feel your body growing tired from your sobs. You slowly lifted your head from Natasha’s shoulder, and she sent you a small smile. She wiped away the tears from under your eyes with the pads of her thumbs, and tucked your hair behind your ears.

Steve shifted so he was in front of you, and he could see your face as he spoke to you, “How ‘bout we have a movie day today, huh? No work, no responsibilities, just hangin’ out and watching movies? Sound good, hmm?”

You weakly nodded, trying your best to send him a smile, but the corners of your lips barely lifted up. He smiled back at you, helping you and Natasha both up from the ground, and the three of you walked together to the living room area.

You sat down on one of the couches, Steve taking the seat next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, slowly rubbing your arm as Natasha stood in the kitchen, gathering snacks for you all.

As Steve picked up the TV remote, going to put the first movie on, a memory of a day similar came to mind.

“Everybody sit your asses down, it’s movie day!” You grinned widely as Tony shouted at the rest of the team. You plopped down on one of the couches, Steve on your right, and Wanda on your left. You loved having movie nights with the team, as they were a rare pleasantry in a life as hectic as yours.

“Yo, Tiny! Heads up!” Sam called out to you, chucking a bag of popcorn towards you. You giggled as you caught it, quickly ripping it open and shoving a handful of the snack into your mouth.

Steve reached a hand into the bag, trying to steal some of the popcorn, but you quickly smacked his hand, causing him to send you a playful glare. Your eyes widened as you saw popcorn floating out of the bag, but you jokingly rolled your eyes as you turned to your left, seeing Wanda using her magic to grab some of your food. You sighed, a small smile on your lips, “I really can’t have anything around here, huh?”

You were cut off by a loud “Shh!” and you glanced over to one of the other couches, offering a sheepish smile to an impatient Natasha.

You were brought back to reality by a loud shout of your name, and you blinked your eyes a few times, seeing both Steve and Natasha in front of you, worry clear on their faces.

They both visibly relaxed when you looked at them, but their concern quickly returned when they saw your eyes well up with tears, and a sob break its way past your lips.

Natasha wrapped her arms around you, bringing you to her chest and slowly rocking you back and forth, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I-I miss them s-so much!” You stuttered out between sobs.

Natasha felt herself tear up, her hold on you tightening, “Oh, sweetie, I know, I know. I miss them too.”

A few minutes later, Natasha released from the hug, but kept you tucked into her side, running her fingers through your hair. Steve grabbed ahold of your hands, gently rubbing his thumbs on top of your fingers, “I promise you, Y/N, we’re gonna get them back. We’re gonna get them all back.”

You wiped away a lone tear, whispering, “Pinky promise?” You knew it was immature, but you held up a shaking pinky, desperate for reassurance, no matter how childish it made you seem.

Steve chuckled softly, wrapping his pinky around yours, “Pinky promise.”

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godsporncollection · 4 years ago

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Saturday Morning Session

(personal commentary in italics) (sorry for how inconsistent i am at this, i’m trying new medication, so my focus comes and goes unpredictably, but i didn’t want this to take weeks)

Russel M Nelson - strengthen your testimony (?)

"I understand better what he meant when he said 'behold, i will hasten my work in this time.'"

Y'all have been strengthening your testimonies and i, and your children, thank you. did that inclusion of "your children" feel off to anyone else?

I can see the work on the temple outside my window and that makes me think about how we need to remove the old debris from our lives. I too think of the temple as 'old debris' that should be removed from my life.

"the gospel is a message of joy" I cannot roll my eyes hard enough

that was short. what was the topic? blab for a five minutes?

Dieter F. Uchdorf - god is Among Us

I had to move lots when I was a kid because there was a war on. i thought about the missionaries who came to the country of their enemies to bring us the gospel.

i was a kid in a war-torn country > missionaries > god has not forgotten us > we will be heirs of god > how could we complain when we have that? > the atonement > mistakes are okay, just gotta keep repenting.

what would jesus teach if he was among us today? the same thing he's always taught. "the savior always teaches timeless truths, to everyone, a message of hope and belonging, a testament that god has not abandoned his children that god is Among Us."

jesus says to love one another and to be full of charity towards all men. i would like to see it.

anyone else feel like these talks are just. empty? like, they're not feeling it either?

if jesus came into your home today, he would see into your heart and i'm gonna waste a couple more minutes by expanding on that. one look into his eyes and we would be forever changed by the realization that god is Among Us.

back to me, i wish i could go back and tell myself to stay on the right track because god is Among Us, so i'm gonna tell you instead. god is Among Us.

"line upon line" *gag*

god is Among Us

Joy D Jones - abuse is wrong unless you use it to teach kids about the gospel

"have you ever wondered why we call 'primary' 'primary'?" as someone who understands how language works, no.

because kids are importanter than everything else

god trusts us to be nice to our kids; that means no abuse, even if we're angry. whoever needed this reminder should be shot.

hey, maybe you can "combat the evils of abuse" by not fucking raising your kids in an abusive cult!

analogy of a kid who fell out of bed because he "didn't get far enough in" = he wasn't indoctrinated enough, with awkward collage of pics of kids for a minute.

eyring said to get 'em while they're young

love all the pics of black people that try to say "see? we don't think black people are inherently evil (anymore)!"

analogy of a soldier in boot camp. drill seargants are mean, but that was necessary because apparantly it's the only way this guy can learn how to hide. also, apparently this guy is "our friend". not my friend, thanks.

"how can we do the same for our children?" don't fucking act like a drill seargent to your kids! ffs

"wouldn't we rather have them sweat in the safe learning environment of the home than bleed on the battlefields of life?" first of all, fuck you. second, dramatic much? third, fuck you, kids shouldn't have to learn about life in a hostile environment. does this woman have kids? are they okay? fucking hell, five kids were raised by a woman with this mentality. what a bitch.

"eternity is the wrong thing to be wrong about." i got news for you. of course, if i ever spoke to this machine, that topic wouldn't be my top priority.

I need a fucking drink.

Jan Eric Newman - teaching the gospel is good, but you can't force a testimony on others

anecdote about a local old woman getting birthday gifts. she taught us some good things when we were growing up, so thanks, sister davis.

another teacher, at college, was a "master teacher." he loved me and the lord. he taught me to learn doctrine on my own and that "changed me forever."

just sayin', if you're taught how to learn on your own, but didn't exercise enough critical thought to gtfo of this cult, maybe the teacher wasn't the best.

it's good to have good teachers.

the ancient nephites and lamanites had good teachers, and "there was no contention among them!"

"how can we teach more like the savior and help others become more deeply converted?" nope, nope. nope.

1st, "learn all you can about the master teacher hismelf." so, we're sticking with the term "master teacher." cool. doesn't sound weird at all.

ask yourself questions about how he taught, then do that.

read "teaching in the savoir's way."

2nd, use bullshit stories. oh, no, it's a story about how somebody is grateful for the pandemic because her adult child read the BoM for the first time during it. she said it had made "literal miracles."

3rd, "remember that conversion must come from within." guess jan and "joy" should have compared notes before speaking.

"children inheret many things, but a testimony is not one of them. we can't give our children a testimony any more than we can make a seed grow; but we can provide a nourishing environment, with good soil, free of thorns that would choke the word."

Gary E. Stevenson - kindness

story about a study where rabbits were fed a high-fat diet, but those under the care of a loving researcher didn't gain as much weight.

only christians can intuitively understand that this means there's a reason to be kind to others.

jesus said love one another.

addressing primary kids - be kind. here's a story about a kid who stopped being a bully because the bullied kid said it hurt.

to the teens - social media makes bullying worse, clearly satan is using social media against your generation. do what you can t make these spaces safer. if you're a bully, "stop it."

to the adults- "we have a primary responsibility to set a tone and be role models of kindness (get wrecked "joy"), inclusion and civility."

from ballard- "i have never heard members of this church to be anything but loving, kind, tolerant and benevolent to our friends and neighbors of other faiths." k, but, like, you know it's not just a difference of religious belief that’s the problem, right?

i'm heartbroken to hear about prejudice against blackasianlatino people or of any other group. i love how that section was really only about race, with a blanket "any other group" thrown in as an afterthought so they can't be accused of being homophobic.

in the winter of 1838, jo smith was in prison and why do you think that happened, gary?

church members were driven from their homes and the residents of a town across the river gave them food and shelter. that generosity saved the lives of many of them.

god is a compassionate care-giver.

Gerrit W. Gong - disjointed anecdotes of human experiences, idk

i miss my dad. he was adventurous, except regarding food.

i saw a guy be mean to a lady selling ice cream. he smashed all of her cones. the image of her trying to salvage the cones haunts me to this day.

story of the good samaritan.

be like christ this easter.

"we recieve inspiration as we counsel together, listening to each person, including each sister and the spirit."

does this guy have a topic?

he’s is just giving a list of random human experiences and parables.

*displays a lack of understanding of instagram.*

he's listing something throughout this, like, he keeps counting, but i have no idea what and his voice is making my adhd medication run away, so i'm not listening to this again.

Henry B. Eyring - temple worthiness

today i'm feeling light and hope, like the first day i went to the salt lake temple

i'm an oblivious fucker who didn't notice my name being pinned on me, so i thought the woman who greeted me was an angel because she knew my name.

thought he could remember being in the temple before, but a voice that was not his own (that's how you know it's true and not something he just told himself) told him he was remembering heaven.

confused "holiness to the lord" with "this is a holy place." i know both phrases use the word 'holy', but like, those contexts mean separate things.

i also had this feeling during my wedding in the logan temple.

i think henry should get checked out, he suffers from frequent hallucinations and it's good to know how your brain works differently from others when in a leadership position.

during my wedding, i had a vision of a house and the officiant said to live in a way that you can walk away easily. a year later, my father in law bought the exact house and my wife and i lived in the guest house for ten years. then i got the call to move somewhere else on assignment from the church and we walked away easily.

scripture from jesus about temples.

if you're unworthy in the temple, you won't be "able to see, by the power of the holy ghost, the spiritual teaching of the savior that we can recieve in the temple."

"when we are worthy to recieve such teaching, there can grow, through our temple experience, hope, joy, and optimism throughout our lives. that hope, joy, and optimism are available only through accepting the ordinances performed in holy temples."

i forgot how simple a baptism is, so i'm gonna tell you how amazed (and a little concerned) i was when my youngest daughter stayed to do baptism for the dead for all of the names on the list that day. maybe i'm just super comfortable in the water, but that doesn't sound hard, actually. i used to almost enjoy doing those.

quotes the primary song 'i love to see the temple.'

remember to be worthy so you can live with your family forever.

#exmo #ex mormon #exchristian #ex christian #excult #cult stuff #exlds #ex lds #former mormon #apostake #ex religious #agnostic #mine #gc april 2021 #gc summary

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trashcankatie · 3 years ago

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get to know you tag!

i was tagged by the sweetheart angel known as @sikisiki <3 thank you

don’t know who to tag so !

What day is your birthday? June 26th!

What is your favorite color? I have many but I’ll say Blue

What’s your lucky number? I don’t have one

Do you have any pets? many! 11 cats, 3 dogs, 2 rabbits

How tall are you? 172 cm / 5′8

How many pairs of shoes do you own? uh...5?

Favorite song? Sacrifice - Seungwoo (always), Fateful Love - Seungwoo (she...<//3) You can’t sit with us - Sunmi, TOS - Victon, Unpredictable - Victon, 0X1=LOVESONG - TXT, Woman - Doja Cat...i have too many favorites rn

Favorite movie? probably a marvel or HP movie but im not sure

Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who loves unconditionally, someone who is okay with being honest and knows when they’ve hit my limit, can help me learn without making me feel dumb for not already knowing, caring/affectionate, just reassurance I’m enough

Do you want children? Not really, maybe with the right person but until that person shows up, I don’t want kids

Have you ever got in trouble with the law? once almost!

Baths or showers? showers 100%

What color socks are you wearing? not wearing any!

What type of music do you like? idk, whatever my ear likes is what i like, I like most genres but songs that are too aggressive i tend to skip, soft spot for like ethereal rnb songs

How many pillows do you sleep with? on average like 5

What position do you usually sleep in? curled around a big body pillow

What you dont like when you are sleeping? I’m not sure, I guess it being too hot? hate waking up sweaty

What do you typically have for breakfast? eating breakfast??? that’s funny

Have you ever tried archery? nope, but i’ve gone axe throwing if that counts for anything

Favorite fruit? strawberries, watermelon, pineapple, grapes, and kiwi

Favorite swear word? FUCK

Do you have any scars? i have some

Are you a good liar? unfortunately yes, i have always been good at it and it’s saved my ass a few times

What is your personality type? ISFP-T

What is your favorite type of girls? the nice ones

Are you an innie or an outie? innie

Left or right handed? Right

Favorite food? hard to say...i’ll say pizza

Favorite foreign food? anything Japan, I love their dishes

Are you a clean or messy person? depends on the day

Most used phrases? Bruh, HELP, stop, HEY!, NO FVJVSJ, <///3, :(, ://

How long does it take for you to get ready? speedy, 5-10 minutes

Do you talk to yourself? that’s the mental illness love

Do you sing to yourself? sometimes

Are you a good singer? I'd like to think :/

Biggest Fear? Death

Are you a gossip? never, I don’t spread rumors and I don’t like causing conflict but if someone if attacking my friend for no reason I’m gonna tell my friend about it

Do you like long or short hair? short short short! i used to have it past my waist and after getting it all cut off i could never go back to long hair, it was so heavy :///

Favorite school subject? English, I love being able to get indepth on random things and sounding smart when i make some random deep analysis on smth...

Extrovert or Introvert? introvert

What makes you nervous? people

Who was your first real crush? idk probably some youtuber i was watching or some kids show character

How many piercings do you have? currently i only have two but my lobes used to be pierced, and i plan on getting them done again!

How fast can you run? from my responibilities? very fast! in general? slow

What color is your hair? dyed it black a couple months back

What color is your eyes? hazel

What makes you angry? when people don’t notice they’ve hit someone’s limit, when people refuse to acknowledge their own feelings, when someone talks down to me

Do you like your own name? I’ve always hated my full name but my name now is lovely and i adore her

Do you want a boy a girl for a child? neither! kidding but i’d rather a girl, there are no girls in my fucking family like what is up with that-

What are you strengths? I’m always willing to help people who reach out to me, I always try to understand someone’s side of the story, I’m always there for those i care about

What are your weaknesses? I’m extremely sensitive, one small little thing can send me off the edge for a week, I have an issue controlling my anger and my weird need to be right all the time, I have a hard time accepting my faults but I eventually do

Color of your bedspread? purple and gray

Color of your room? white

#tag game #tagged #thank you for the tag mali <3 you angel #felt like oversharing today [tucks hair behind ear]#no but this was fun !#thank you again mali #sik's angel mali

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Idk why but our apartment has been having power outages for the past few days... (maybe because of the construction down the street) but it has had me wondering how Flip would react? Would he get frustrated and try to fix it? Or spend the night doing something else? ;) any thoughts would be much appreciated ❤ oh and hope you have a wonderful sunday~~

(1.6k, flip bein kinda a dumbass but we love him anyway lol)

He was having a great fuckin’ day, if he was being honest. Work was smooth sailing, he and Ron were getting close to solving up this new case Bridges assigned, and it had put his mood up on cloud nine. He drove with the windows down, heading home, heading to you.

The thought of you only put him in a better mood, only made him even happier. He was going to shuck out of his coat and scoop you up in his arms and kiss you right there on the porch. He had a bouquet of flowers buckled into the passenger seat for safety, was going to give them to you to make you smile.

It wasn’t too late, he even made it home in time to help you cook dinner. Well, you never really let him do any of the cooking bit, but he was an expert vegetable slicer, you always said so. He pulls up to the driveway, humming along to whatever tune was on the radio, feeling like the luckiest man in the world when he sees you reading on the front porch.

You take notice of his truck immediately, and you lean up against one of the porch supports, your pretty dress fluttering in the breeze as he approaches you, sucks a deep drag out of his cigarette before pulling you into his arms.

“Flip! Oy am I glad to see you.” You beam up at him, but he drowns, because you don’t normally use that sort of phrasing.

“What’s the matter ketsl?” He asks, worried about you immediately, looking beyond you at the house – when he randomly notices, “Why’s there no lights on?”

You roll your eyes at the world and sigh, pout up at him. You’re annoyed about something, which is alright, that’s alright. Flip can handle when you’re annoyed, he just would burn the entire world down to the ground if you were hurt, upset.

“Ugh the fakakta power’s out.” You groan, waving a hand about. “I tried calling the electrician but the phone isn’t working, on account of the power’s out.”

He chuckles then, leads you inside. It’s not too dark out yet, but the sky a soft purple color that tells Flip he’s just in time. Any later and he might not have safely found his way home, might not have been able to see the house even with his headlights. It’s not too dark, and it’s not too hot, but he can immediately feel that there’s no moving air or anything, and that worries him.

“Sweetheart you should’ve come to the station or something, I can’t have you sitting around the house with no a/c.” Flip said, hanging up his coat and unbuttoning his flannel.

“Oh believe me if it went out earlier in the day I would have, but it only blew an hour ago.” You explained. You go into the kitchen, and he follows, always right on your heel when he’s finally home with you, and he decides that he’s not going to let the power being out ruin his mood.

“Alright.” He shrugs out of his flannel so that he’s standing in his t-shirt and jeans in the kitchen, rummaging through one of the drawers for a flashlight.

“Wait where are you going – honey I don’t think – ” You start to warn him, but he waves it off.

“Ketsl don’t worry, I’ve got it all under control.” He says, cocky and confident, “I’m going to go change the fuses, they probably all went out.”

“You really think they all went out at once?” You raise a brow at him, skeptical.

“Yeah honey you know that old thing with the hanukkah lights, one light goes out they all go out? Same thing.” Flip reassures you.

He wasn’t an electrician or anything, not by any means. But he understood circuits, knew how the whole thing worked. Sort of. Maybe only a little. But it would be enough, wouldn’t it? I mean really, Flip thinks to himself as he goes into the garage where the breaker box is, how hard could it be?

“I don’t know.” You say in a sing-song voice, and he realizes he’s said that last part out loud.

“Aw come on, have a little faith in me would you?” Flip teases, hanging in the doorway for a minute, leaning down and puckering up his lips, “Kiss for good luck?”

You laugh and roll your eyes, wanting to make some sort of remark about well which is it, faith or luck? But you just stand there in the hallway outside the garage and watch as he shines his flashlight on the floor, walking a path to the far wall.

The breaker box in the house was by the good people over at Federal Pacific. He remembered that, he’s pleased to find, remembers reading the instruction manual when he first had the damn thing installed. Of course, that had been about seven years ago, but he figured it was all stored away in his brain somewhere.

He opens up the panel and is met with the two neat columns of a shit ton of switches with a diagram that he knows he should know what it means, but he just doesn’t. He stares at it for a minute, and then another minute, and then probably for too long, because you’re sticking your head in and asking,

“Everything okay in there?”

He startles at the sound, and he swears he hears you chuckling about it, so he randomly just starts flipping the switches, holding the flashlight with one hand and clicking all these latches with the other.

“When I count to three I want you to try turning on one of the lights, okay?” He calls out to you.

“Count to three you got it!” You say, before leaving the doorway to go find the nearest light switch. He knows there’s one in the little hallways right outside the garage, so he doesn’t wait too long.

“One…two…three!” He says, flipping the master switch.

“Nope.” You reply with a sigh.

“No?” He frowns, turning around to where he hears your voice.

“No, still dark.” You explain, flipping the light switch a couple of times just to be sure.

“Fuck.” Flip chews on the inside of his cheek, puts his hands on his hips.

“I think we should ask someone --” You try again, but he waves it off.

“Nonono, I’ve got this, let me try something else.” He insists, trying to salvage any dignity in his home-ownership skills.

He remembers something from the manual about replacing the fuses, so he looks in the garage with his little flashlight to find the box of fuses, and only knocks over three boxes in the process. You’re doing your best not to laugh at him, and honestly he doesn’t blame you, the sound of crashes and cursing not a good sign.

He pries open the panel’s cover, so that all the wiring is exposed, and ever so carefully he replaces the master fuse with one of the new ones. None of them are melted, but he doesn’t tell you that.

“Okay, on the count of three.” He says with the flashlight in his mouth to be able to use both hands, “One…two…three!”

“….Nope, still nothing.” You say after trying to hallway light again, and sticking your head into the garage once more with a more worried, “Honey are you sure you – ”

“One last thing just let me try one last thing.” He pleads, right as he accidentally electrocutes himself, the little blip of light jolting up his hand. “Ow, fuck -- !”

“Oh shit, Flip are you okay?” You come into the garage now, rushing in the dark to his side.

He gets himself away from the panel so that he doesn’t accidentally zap you too. You’ve got your hands on him, feeling him all over to make sure he’s not on fire or anything absurd.

“Yeah I just uh,” He starts, before he begins to laugh at his own self, at his own absurdity, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. And I think I melted more of the fuses.”

He points the flashlight to the panel, and now the fuses definitely are melted, which means he definitely is going to need to call the electrician to get all this fixed.

“Do you think the home improvement store is still open?” You ask around bright laughs of your own, bracing yourself against his chest as he holds you tight.

“Nah, it’s too late now.” He shakes his head, using the flashlight to lead you both out of the dark garage and into the house proper. “We’ll go in first thing tomorrow morning.”

“So what do we do?” You ask.

With the two of you now in the safety of the kitchen, you lean yourself up against the counter where dinner hasn’t yet gone underway. You’re looking at him with those eyes of yours, and Flip lights up a cigarette, the little red-orange glow of the tip of it bright in the twilight of evening.

“Well,” He breathes, still a bit of a chuckle in his throat, “I can think of one thing.”

You stare at one another for a moment, before you both laugh laugh laugh as you race up the stairs to your bedroom, Flip chasing you and pinching at you, holding you tight and wrestling with you under the covers.

And if you cook dinner by the candle-light, it’s not the worst thing in the world. If you miss your nightly dance to the record player, or you can’t tune in to one of the three stations on the TV, oh well.

It’s more than enough to tangle yourselves under the covers and laugh against each other’s skin, indulging in the feeling of one another’s bodies.

The power would just have to wait.

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