#[small gift set bc..no motivation]

[solangelostars]

ANNIE CRESTA IN MOCKINGJAY PT 2 (2015)

Stef Dawson and Sam Claflin

Dir. Francis Lawerence

[poguehearted77]

rafe with pogue!reader with a mouth. she’s so sweet unless you don’t deserve it. and we all know rafe has done some things to get him in the dog house. she’s not afraid to put anyone in their place. but he finds that bending her over id the best way to shut her up.

mmfff. I love this ask.

Pairing: Sweet Girl! Reader x Rafe Cameron

a/n: answering some requests bc i'm finally back lolll

Rafe considers himself a lucky man to have a girlfriend like you--the luckiest, some would say, and he wouldn't disagree. You're sweet, kind, empathetic and probably too good for him if he's being honest.

You're the girl who bakes fresh bread and brings it to the nursing home on the weekends and volunteers her time at the local food banks whenever you have the chance.

It's a stark contrast to your stone-cold boyfriend who was rarely caught smiling in the presence of others except for his closest friends, but even they had a hard time making plans with him.

He's hard to get a hold of, and no one understands that more than you do at this moment. You're currently sitting at the elegantly set table in a reserved section of the Italian restaurant Rafe had booked just for the two of you.

Your diamond-embroidered watch which was a valentines gift from your overbearing boyfriend receives another frustrated glance from your intense stare. With precision the minute hand strikes, signifying the top of the hour and the end of your patience.

You couldn't believe Rafe had stood you up, despite your efforts to call him and the few gentle reminders you sent to his number. They were all in vain.

"Would you like more bread, ma'am?" The waiter comes back for what you guess is the fourth time in the last twenty minutes. Your cheeks rose over at the repeated question, realizing you'd have to admit that there was no one joining you any time soon.

"No, I'm alright thank you. Just the check will be fine." Your words paint a perplexed expression on the waiter's face before he visibly understands what's happened.

The waiter is sweet when he returns with the bill, "He's an idiot."

You didn't quite catch what he whispered under his breath, "Pardon?" His shoulders relax as a small smile graces his lips, "The guy's an idiot for standing you up." It's said thoughtfully, not with any ulterior motives, and you agree, feeling what was just surface-level disappointment morph into a simmering bitterness.

Rafe was going to deal with a bitch at home.

-

You found yourself stirring your freshly blended smoothie behind the kitchen island as Rafe continued his desperate attempts to get back in your good graces. "I'm so sorry, baby. The meeting went long and I couldn't get out of it." His hand tries to wrap around your waist from behind and you smack him away.

"Don't even, Rafe." The words come out through clenched teeth. He's startled but not surprised. He's seen this side of you before, though only once when a rude cashier had been insulting to your mother at the store.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry? The meeting ran longer than-" You don't even give him a chance to finish when you interrupt, "Oh my god, Rafe. Leave me alone!" You scoff, trying to push past him with your drink in hand but he holds you at the waist, cautiously taking the cup from you and placing it on the counter behind him.

He holds a stern gaze as he talks down to you: "Listen, I get it. You're upset, but you're not even giving me a chance to expl-" He tries to reason with you, but you don't want to hear it from him.

"Shut Up." You make dead eye contact, his towering height not intimidating you in the slightest. You're pissed off and now Rafe is too. Within the blink of an eye Rafe had you pinned down to the cool marble of the island with an arm behind your back.

"Ow~ Rafe!" You whine and he chuckles. "M'sorry baby. Am I hurting you?" He tightens the hold he has on your pinned arm, pressing his hips into the fat of your ass giving you a vivid understanding of where your attitude was taking you.

"You're such a fucking-" With his other hand he forces your head back down against the counter roughly but making sure not to hurt you. "Don't you dare." He warns from behind and you bite your tongue at the harsh tone he was using. He was not in the mood to play around.

"I'm sick of you avoiding me. I'm tryna talk to you-- tell you I'm sorry and you're not fuckin' listening." He curses as he lets your arm go, now moving its way under your dress the caress your ass.

He leaned forward, ensuring the breath of his words would tickle the shell of your ear as he spoke. "Such a shame too, you're usually such a good listener. A good girl." An icy chill runs down your spine as you feel him flip up the fabric of your dress.

There's a laugh, one of amusement.

"No panties? Thought I was supposed to be going to dinner with my girlfriend, not a whore." Your lip is tucked between your teeth when you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. "Huh? Where's all your backtalk now, dollface?" You whine, arching your back up against your boyfriend.

"Rafe please-" He doesn't let you beg before he's sliding himself between your soaked folds, letting himself be overcome by the wet, hot sensation of your contracting walls. "Tell me you forgive me," He all but purrs in your ear. His words paired with the way his cock stretched you so good, you almost said it.

Almost.

"Fuck you."

He made you eat those words. The way he pistoned his hips into yours over and over with no remorse filled the kitchen with the lewd sounds of flesh against flesh. Your acrylics scratched against the marble tops desperately searching for something to hold on to.

"Say it." He grits and you shake your head, pathetic moans slipping with each thrust he gives you. "N-no!" He angles his hips, the head of his cock perfectly hitting the sweet spot. "Oh fuck- Rafe! I'm-"

"I won't let you finish until you say it-"

"I forgive you, fuck! I forgive you. Let me cum, please please-"

He gives you everything you need to stumble over the edge of ecstasy and more, he finishes soon after you. His weight leaning on your back, feeling his chest heave as he catches his breath.

"The waiter called you an idiot, you know." You mumble, cheek still pressed against the counter. "I am an idiot. I'm sorry, baby. Let's put this gorgeous dress to good use and let me make it up to you."

[ideas-live-forever]

hi!! i love your ken imagines and was wondering if you might be interested in writing something for maybeee a pining ken and an oblivious reader? 👉👈🥺 reader has totally convinced themselves that ken is just being super nice bc they've been showing him the ropes for living in the real world but he's actually just super smitten with them

Pining Ken With Oblivious Reader

hi!! thank you so much for requesting! sorry about the wait, i got a little stuck in the middle of writing this. i hope this is what you meant! if not, feel free to send another ask :)

i’m working on my other request right now, so i should be able to get it out soon. in the mean time, i’m open to other ken requests as well!

Ever since you met, you’ve been all Ken can think about

You’ve always been so kind to him, helping him figure out the real world and everything

And he is nothing if not head over heels in love with you 

He can’t help but admire you from afar

And the care and caution he uses when interacting with you is far beyond what he uses with other people

In fact, he gets teased by your guys’ friends all the time about it

As much as he wants to tell you, he just can’t find the courage to do it straight out

You two are just friends

What if it’s too much too fast? Or you don’t love him back? Or you never even liked him in the first place and were just putting up with him because you’re just that good of a person?

You love him too, obviously 

But you don’t seem to pick up on any of the hints he drops, no matter how blatant they are

It started about a month ago, when Ken decided to start being more obvious with his affection for you

His hints were pretty tame at first: an extra compliment here, a few more texts here

“You’re looking extra nice today, did you do something new with your hair?”

‘Goodnight! Have the sweetest of dreams :)’

You were flattered, sure, but in your head he was just being nice in return

He kept that pace up for a while until he couldn’t deal with it anymore

This was going agonizingly slow

So, recently, he’s been more obvious about it

He’ll bring you gifts all the time, hoping they’re meaningful enough to get his point across

It gets to the lost where you have to be more assertive with how many presents he gives you a week

“Ken, you really need to stop buying me so many things.” You scold him, though your tone is undermined by the warmth of your gaze as you look at what must be the 3rd gift box you’ve gotten in 5 days. 

“Why?” He asks, a dejected kind of look falling over his face. “Do you not like them?”

His expression and cautious words catch your attention and you let out a little smile. He’s really just the sweetest guy. ‘If only he liked me..’

“No, of course I do!” You reply, setting the present down and placing one of your (shaky) hands on his. “I’m just worried that you’re spending too much money on me.”

Miraculously, you don’t notice the way the blush rises to his cheeks or his eyes widen at your touch. Ken takes a deep breath to steady himself before stumbling through his next words.

“That’s like, impossible. You’re worth more than all my money.” He says, cringing as soon as it leaves his mouth.

A part of you, a small and repressed part of you, swoons at his statement. However, the reason i’m your mind decides that this is just another example of Ken being Ken.

You don’t see the little frown that falls back over his face when you don’t seem to get the hint.

Ken, driven by newfound motivation, starts jumping at any opportunity to hint how smitten he is with you

He’ll remember the smallest things you say and bring them up later

“The aquarium?” You inquire, looking at the building you two had just arrived at. 

Ken smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He thinks for a moment, debating whether or not to tell the truth. He decides to be totally blunt.

“Yeah. I, uh-“ He clears his throat. “You told me about that time when you were like 6 when your birthday at the aquarium got cancelled and you never really got to go back. So I just figured it could be fun or something-“

“You remembered that?” You ask again, in slight disbelief.

Ken’s a really sentimental person, you know that. But he remembers that dumb story? You must’ve told him that months ago. A blush creeps onto your cheeks.

“Of course.” He shrugs.

Obviously, you end up having a great time at the aquarium (although he got scared in the shark tunnel and you had to hold his hand)

Your one-on-one hangouts evolve from casual outings to fancy restaurants quickly

The line between hanging out and going on a date is so blurred that neither of you are quite sure which it is

Not that you’re going to bring it up

One day you go out for a walk after dinner and end up sitting on a park bench, just talking

Ken looks over at you and noticed how perfect you look in the moonlight

He’s tempted to tell you how he feels right then and there

But of course it doesn’t work out like that

“Thanks for hanging out today,” You say, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

Ken smiles in acknowledgment before clearing his throat a bit. He shifts his gaze from you, to the stars, back to you again. You can practically see his brain racing.

“No problem. It’s nice to feel so wanted.” He says softly. “I really appreciate this, by the way. That you’re willing to put so much time and care into, uh, this.”

You take a deep breath. ‘He’s just being nice. Don’t look for implications that aren’t there.’ You think to yourself. But you have to respond somehow. He’s looking at you like you handed him the world. It’s really cute.

“Of course, Ken. You know I love you,” You realize what you said quickly, eyes widening. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

Ken’s never felt so disappointed in his life

He really thought that was it

He’s pretty stiff for the rest of the evening

Like everything he says is scripted

It’s really just so that he can keep it together until he gets home to think out what to do next

As soon as he drops you off, his mind starts racing

What was that?

Was he friendzoned? Was that last part a coverup? 

Regardless, he cares about you too much to potentially hurt you in any way

Even if that means backing off a little bit

So he distances himself abbot, not knowing what else to do

You realize something is off pretty quickly and walk over to his usual spot on the beach

Sure enough, he’s sitting on the sand alone, his head cradled in his hands

You approach him slowly, sitting next to him on the ground

Ken glances up as your shadow casts over him. You sit next to him, not saying anything at first. He looks… confused. There’s a glint of relief at your presence, but also a slightly guarded look that Ken never usually carries.

“Hey,” You say softly, meeting his gaze. “You okay?”

He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes betraying that he’s weighing whatever options he has in this situation in his head. Eventually, he sighs, shifting his gaze to his hands.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says vaguely, fidgeting with his fingers. “Just trying to think I guess.”

“About?” You don’t want to press, but Ken’s almost never closed off like this. 

“You?” He says, blushing intensely. 

The two of you just sit there for a second, trying to process what effect that little comment had on the future of this conversation

He eventually works up the courage to tell you everything. From the very beginning.

He tells you what a great friend you are, and how he never wants to mess up what you already have

He starts rambling in his nervousness, trapped beneath your intense gaze

“I know you love me as a friend, and I obviously also love you as a friend. But I think I might also love you a little bit more than that, if I’m making any sense. But I totally get it if you don’t feel like that as well. I might be moving too fast. I’m sorry-“

You have to kiss him to shut him up (i know it’s cliche i’m sorry 😭)

He just stares at you after you part, his eyes wide as saucers, until a small grin sneaks onto his face

“So, is that like, an, uh-“

“An ‘I love you too’? Yes.”

You’ve never seen him smile to big

You two spend the rest of the day sitting on the beach and talking

About how you covered up your confession that day at the park

About how he thought he had to avoid you 

Hesitantly, he reaches for your hand

When you grab it back he smiles a little, turning away to hide the blush in his cheeks

[jonquilyst]

Briar Vinca for @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants' Simply Lilac BC

Contestant

Name: Briar Vinca (Brai-err Veen-kuh) Age Group: YA (about the same age as Lilac) Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Pansexual Hometown: Henford-On-Bagley Occupation: Florist Skills: Gardening and basic cooking Traits: Lazy, Green Fiend, Vegetarian Aspiration: Eco Innovator Life State: Human Likes: Gardening, Spirited Sims, Small Talk, Blue, Green, Pink, Nature Enthusiasts, Singing, Affection, Deep Thoughts, Discussing Hobbies, Discussing Interests, Family-Motivated Sims, Homebody Sims, Singer-Songwriter Music, Cottagecore Music, Romance Music, Pop Music Dislikes: Fitness, Potty Humor, Deception, Arguments, Gossip, Argumentative Sims, Emotional Decision-Makers, METAL MUSIC, Electronica Music, DJ Booth Music, Alternative Music Gifts: A finished cross-stitch piece (1), A painting (2), any flower (3) Misc: A nerd about flowers. She is very knowledgable in flowering plant biology

In Depth: Briar is an environment-conscious florist who was born, raised, and still a current resident of Henford-on-Bagley. She was adopted by a pair of mothers, Estelle Vinca and Madelynn Goth (yes, a descendant of the Goth family). She has an older brother named Oakley, who is a science baby born from Estelle and Madelynn's genetics. He is now a professional mixologist and a seasoned bowler living in Chestnust Ridge, but he and Briar grew up together in the most rural part of Henford-on-Bagley: The Bramblewood. Their mothers ran a farm there (both with crops and livestock) and it was this farm that Briar grew to love gardening and plants. She's not as good as Estelle (who upkept the garden), but she's learning the ropes! Briar is now living in Finchwick, but she's still very much a country girl and loves her life in Henford-on-Bagley. Briar cares a lot about climate change and wants to help save the environment. She makes sure she's wearing ethically-made clothing and one of the reasons why she's living in Finchwick is to be walking-distance from the stores, no car needed! She's also vegetarian by choice because she grew up surrounded by animals and doesn't like the thought of eating meat (though she is ok with consuming things like eggs and dairy as long as they were ethically produced). Briar wants to take her shot at the BC because she thinks she and Lilac have a lot in common, and also because she grew up simple-living her entire life because of her remote upbringing. Therefore she doesn't think the simple-living will be much of a challenge for her

Other: She's my Gen 7 spare of my Vinca legacy and is the niece of Lucian!

Watcher

Are you comfortable with your pixel person:

Flirting with other contestants? (The bachelorette will have the ‘player’ trait cheated and her boundaries set to no jealousy, so it will not impact your sim’s relationship with her.) [Yes]

WooHooing other contestants? [Yes]

Flirting with/and or woohooing NPCs?  [Yes]

Flirting with the host?  [Yes]

Changes to traits via gameplay prompts? (ie. Evil to Good, depending on what your Sim does, or adding traits)  [Yes]

(Humans Only) Becoming an occult?  [No, I'd like her to remain human please ^^]

(Werewolves Only) The Fated Mate mechanic? (If a werewolf ends up winning the challenge, I will cheat out that sentiment)  [N/A]

[snekkyfics]

so i've been getting more into hermitcraft/traffic bc of my brother and ALSO i just needed something to write bc I'm trying to form a habit and writing something weird that I will never finish is better than not writing at all

worldbuilding notes at the end

~~~

And the universe said I love you

No. Not to Philza. If there was anyone the universe hated-

And the universe said you have played the Game well

He hasn’t- he couldn’t. If he had played the Game- games – well he wouldn’t be standing here. Sword and bow and golden apples and everything a player wishes they could have when they started anew.

It’s nothing Phil wants. It’s nothing Philza would need. He enjoys clawing creation and achievement from the untouched earth the intended – ancient – way. It is life to him but not anymore.

Standing here, at what’s left of that hallowed little world spawn, that one innate weak spot in the Code, isn’t even anything so dignified as to be called retreat.

This is escape.

And the universe said everything you need is within you

Oh by the gods, oh by Her let that be true. He’s not made a life for himself by breaking the Game – the Code. And at least not without accomplices, friends, an invitation to wear like a badge of protection as he did what no non-player, godling or not, was ever meant to do.

Server-hopping without a hub stop is hard enough, taboo even for Players. Phil...

Phil is risking a lot. A potential hundred thousand eyes. A war. Just to escape this hell-spawn server.

And Dream’s gone now, so is that damned Novellus he let lock and rule the server. Peaceful times are sure to visit now, he could stay on in that little cabin in Her forest and it’d be a hell of a lot safer than trying to leave with no real destination in mind.

But Wilbur’s gone now. And so is Ranboo. And Niki. And Fundy. And Techno’s fucked off – he’s sure to return, but for now he’s fucked off all the same.

Phil’s been sitting in a cold cabin, counting his own heartbeat for weeks now. There’s nothing- nothing left here. Not for him.

Leaving – risking what he will risk – could never be crueler than an empty meeting room and silent pine and a bag of cookies so long gone stale in a chest somewhere-

In spite of himself, Phil distantly hopes beyond hope that he can find Wilbur again- hold him again, maybe – that maybe just once the universe will love him-

And the universe said you are not alone

He’s not- not ever, in a way. And may She curse him it’s not enough anymore. She can be fickle, like that. Or perhaps killing a god, inconsequential as they may be, upset the cosmic balance enough for Her to abandon the server – and him.

But in no small part is he setting out to find Her, to hear Her voice again – he may have begged and screamed and taken apart Her forest, a gift willingly given – but the his determination now and his vitriol then are guided by the same, deep, ache.

If it is in Her power, let his aim be true.

By Death and Blood and Sea and Sky and Void, let him touch the grass somewhere he can take roots and grow again, where he can feel dirt and rock once more under his fingernails and be alone and at peace.

And the universe said I love you because you are love

The universe does not love him. And Philza is not love. He’s never had the chance to read the poem – no matter if he shredded the Code with his bare hands, it is not meant for him – but it is a strange comfort, another shameful hope.

He’s heard them talk about it, players hardly need to be prompted to recount the peace, the motivation, the joy at hearing the ‘voice of the universe.’

And well, Phil supposes he could use a bit of all three right now.

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

If he were still young enough to be sentimental, he might take one last look around at this thrice-damned server. But he’s not and he doesn’t. He knows who he loves – his wife, his son, Techno, a handful of others – and they are not here. Beyond that, it is only the material, and the material never lasted long enough to matter.

Instead he prays, he pray harder than he can call to memory, to whatever half-friendly god’s name comes to mind, as he folds one last bit of arcane magic around his wedding band and torn wings and begins to reach deep, deep, deep into the white-hot Code-

And then he’s gone. Into the horrible not-Void between worlds and high above the true darkness and Her-

And then he’s scrabbling along the walls. frantic, desperate, reaching back as often as he dares to make sure his precious, precious inventory is coming with him, but never more for a second as he clips small errors in the Code – entry to a new world – again and again and failing, failing each time to grab hold-

He’s taking too long, he’s reached too far, he’s going to fall and there are far more unkind things in the Void than there is Her-

Someone is going to see, he needs somewhere- anywhere-

Eyes graze his back, distant and barely there but Phil’s sure and he’s slipping and-

One last reach, hard and forceful and fuck the whole cosmic world much see him right now but it doesn’t matter because he touches something and grabs and pulls-

Back, back through burning Code and Walls and all the things that he was never meant to touch or understand or breach and oh does it always bring Phil a rush of euphoria each time he so blatantly shoves a fuck you to the little manufactured gods of the Players-

And then he lands. Hard enough to bring him to his hands first and then onto his stomach, jaw rattling and legs screaming.

-but he is warm. There is- there is sun above him, and grass below him, and he smells dirt and open air and there’s fucking birdsong-

And he holds his breath and waits, clinging to his blessedly heavy inventory and the shrouds of magic he tries to pull tighter around himself.

If he was seen – if they actually saw him and who he was – surely, surely they would come. Surely-

They have have arrived by now. Surely. Surely.

But it stays quiet. Nothing but the birdsong and the wind in the leaves and Phil barks out the ugliest, roughest laugh of his life.

It worked. Oh, something out there must love him, if only the little bit it took to get him here.

New. Bright. And there’s soft dirt and grass under his fingernails as he pushes himself to his feet, looking around at the warm, untouched welcome of his new world spawn. Still gossamer and perfect and waiting for him-

And oh, maybe he is a touch sentimental. Maybe he will end up building something here, just to remember how wonderful it is to feel warm and hope again-

Then there’s the snap of a branch. Footfalls, heavy enough that Phil doesn’t think before summoning his bow to his hands, doesn’t wait for a rattle or a groan before spinning around-

-and looks down his arrow at a man. Short and unarmored and a Player-

“What the hell-”

Surprise may have loosened Phil’s fingers, but it is something deeper, something akin to the pulse-racing instinctual need to survive that steadies his hand and aim and puts an arrow through the throat of the- the Player-

-who gurgles and rasps and falls back, eyes blown wide with shock and fear and pain and dying, frozen in place as the blood seeps from the sucking wound and his mouth-

-and Phil, who is equally frozen, stuck staring at the Player on his world-

-but it’s not his world, not if there’s a Player - oh fuck, Players, are there more of them-

This was supposed to be escape, not- not-

Phil can only watch the man, dark and bloody and scared and hope beyond fucking reason for this one boon, this one chance-

He finds himself coming closer, contemplating sticking another arrow between the man’s eyes if only to find out sooner, although that same anxiety also stays his hand as he crouches down next to the dying man.

Phil’s- well, Phil’s a bit experienced with death. Another shallow breath, a few fluttering heartbeats, that’s all this man has left. Bleeding out all over the brilliant green grass and still staring at Phil with a fearful befuddlement that might tug at the heartstrings of anyone else.

And, predictably, in the next moment, he’s gone. The light out in his eyes and fully slumped on the ground.

And then he’s gone. Dissolving in strings of Code and leaving the remnants of an inventory behind.

And Phil- Phil’s holding his breath again, and not so much praying but begging, begging just for this-

He can always feel his connection to Her. He has always felt the little somber tug whenever someone truly dies. Well- when a Player gets sent to their hub.

If Phil has Death here, if he has meaning, he has a chance.

But the tug never comes. And Phil’s mouth goes dry, and the warmth disappears, and the Player is waking up in their bed and Phil is-

Phil is fucked.

It’s a very numb sort of battle-instinct that has Phil reaching out around the fading cold of the Player’s communicator, soon to fade back to their side, and it’s already ephemeral in his shaking hands as he hurries to check the chat log even as the screen drips away into Code-

[server] BDoubleO100 was slain by P⍑/~⍑/ꖎ/-ᔑ

And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

~~~

"oh how original DSMP x hermitcraft" um actually yeah I'm picking on philza for this and also Techno but only kinda bc once again: i will never finish this

however I am VERY open to writing different assorted scenes if this gets any interest

anyway anyway WORLDBUILDING UNDER THE READMORE ALSO POTENTIAL SCENES I MIGHT RIGHT IF PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED

with special note to @/aard_rinn over on Ao3 who inspired both this story and some of the worldbuilding

ANYWAY basically my MC worldbuilding as a whole for fics comes from the idea that the in-universe lord of minecraft all took place long before it was wrangled into a game for Players (<- more on them in a sec). The Ancient Civilization and the ruin of the Nether and the Ancient Cities all happened long before the Devs made the post-apocalypse into the Game made specifically for Players

Its not clear where Players came from (or where any life came from) but they are the Devs' favorites. the entire Game is tailored to them. Players can hop between worlds, alter Code, and respawn. All Players were originally human, but due to gene-mixing with npc hybrids a Player can now look like just about anything

NPCs, who are any sort of non-human non-Player, are the same level of sapient BUT have none of the world-hopping-death-defying perks of being a Player. Death is final for them and world-hopping is both nearly impossible for them and generally frowned upon by the Game's design. They CAN however have babies with Players and all children of Players inherit the Player status, which is why we see both hybrid players and hybrid players who are only a "little bit" a hybrid

Phil and Techno are not Players. they are about as 100% avian and piglin as you can get. They are, however, hand-picked by Primordial gods

Gods have basically three classes. You have the Primordials (Lady Death, the Sky Gods, Totem Magic), which have existed WAYYYY before the Ancient Civilization even. You have the Novellus (Watchers, XD, the general fuckery on Empires) who are "natural" (not Game-made) gods attracted to the Game after it's creation (there were no Watchers back when there was nothing to watch). And then you have the Devs, who hold all the real power over the Game. And all three classes h a t e each other. The Primordials hate the Devs for "defiling" their world and attracting the Novellus and the Novellus hate the Devs and Primordials for hindering their fun and the Devs hate both because they interfere with their Game but aren't powerful enough to actually kill them.

And by association the Devs also hate Techno and Phil for using their godly powers to do things they should not be able to do. They can't die (although they also can't escape a world by dying), and they can world hop by calling upon powers older than the Game and Code and also they can just generally call on powers older than the Game and Code. This makes them a cog in the Devs' machine but they can't really do much to stop them without starting a war that they might not win, so they grumble, and would DEFINITELY start some shit if emduo ever did what Phil does do in this ficlet (not only hopped, but hacked a server), but have generally allowed them to live their little troubled lives

(and yes, if they had ever found out what deals Dream was making with XD he would have been in HUGE hot water. like he was not supposed to do that.)

As for the specifics of lore in the story:

-Phil is able to keep his inventory because, well, he's hacking the Game anyway, and also he's not even technically a part of the Game

-being not part of the game Phil has never heard the End Poem and I decided to use it a little creepily here bc of that fact (something so comforting to Players would be jarring for someone who's old enough to remember when the Devs were still fighting to keep their rule)

-Phil was literally just reaching blind and ABSOLUTELY some cosmic fuckery was going on and also Admins generally expect Players to be hackers so let's just say Phil kinda just Jesus Walked right through the Hermitcraft door

-Phil doesn't get a "player joined world" message because: he is not a Player. He only shows up in Bdubs' death message because he's still technically there and the Game had to report cause of death. This didn't happen on the DSMP because Phil was welcome and made a part of the game

-Only Players spawn with comms, so Phil isn't going to have one until one is made and given to him

-Phil does NOT know where he is nor does he recognize who Bdubs is. He definitely know what Hermitcraft is (he's VERY much avoided it) but also in-lore I don't think Phil especially would know every single person on there much less be able to immediate recognize names he probably heard in passing. as of right now he is Lost Birb

-Phil is also semi-fucked and once he figures out where he is he's gonna freak because not only is Hermitcraft full of Novellus but it also has direct a line as you can get to a Dev. and he is a lone soggy Birb who's married to the most infamous Primordial goddess who is also the main one the Devs fucked over with their respawn mechanic

-additionally: he's currently freaking out because in a world with respawns (endless respawns but he doesn't quite know that yet) death has no meaning. He has 0 godly help here and also: he can't leave unless he hacks his way back out so. he stuck and also has already engaged hostiles

ANYWAY SCENES I ALREADY KINDA HAVE PLANNED THAT YOU CAN IDK VOTE ON

-Oh i definitely will probably write anyway Phil figuring out he's on Hermitcraft and just how fucked he is. I say he takes out False, who he recognizes from general PVP badassary, and goes "ah. i'm doomed"

-and get ready for birb-to-birb communication bc Phil's actually gonna get help from Grian (and yes this just an excuse to write a parrot character i LOVE parrots). With this being vaguely season 6-ish (i will figure it out as i write further) Grian is both new and bc of the Watcher disaster doesn't have a noticeable Player status. Now both him and Phil can sense something Off about the other but also: they are just birbs and Phil is very, very lost and also running from 2 kinds of law.

-Techno showing up. Like he 100% thinks his BFFFAEAE is being held hostage on a server full of unfriendlies and ho boy is he showing up Murderous

idk you can also give me suggestions i am no expert around here

[wishcamper]

Just an unedited thought dump about Mor and The Buffer, scroll accordingly

Okay re: ACOFAS lingerie-gate, like let’s imagine Mor DIDNT know Nesta would be coming over for solstice. that’s still a very weird gift to ask for from a person you consider a brother?

Right? Like what was the thought process here, what’s the motivation? And then it’s a matching set? Why was this a thing you orchestrated, and who is it for? How were you so sure his dumb ass was gonna buy it? Is it because this weird psychosexual power play thing is just regular at this point? Why???????

I almost wish we got her POV bc I can’t think of any answers that don’t come across as either self-serving, creepy, or manipulative.

It totally goes both ways too, how cassian is like ‘she’s my sister, the most beautiful woman in the world who I’m definitely not attracted to’. I mean. Guys, it’s okay if you think the other one is hot but like.. get a grip.

It makes my head feel like a pretzel bc I at one time had a sort of Cass/Mor dynamic with a friend where there was chemistry and attraction but we both were not in a place to date and didn’t want to fuck up our genuine friendship, so it wasn’t worth it. But that shit doesn’t LAST like it’s 1000% a placeholder for a later relationship, which is shitty and if you’re both aware that’s what you’re doing it can be weirdly nice.

That’s the most charitable interpretation I can make of ACOFAS I guess, that this is just sort of a way they are with each other. Like Jake and Lainey in Sleeping With Other People (amazing movie if you haven’t seen it). Maybe they both want a sort of monogamy setup without the actual commitment while they wait to find their mates which seems to be a weirdly common thing in the ACOTAR world. Like I can only think of five couples in acotar and four of them are mates. Everyone else is a single Pringle until they get a book I guess.

Okay maybe you just watched me change my mind in real time. But the in front of their family part of it still doesn’t make sense, which is where I come back to the idea that the gifts are trying to communicate something, even though I don’t know what or to whom. And that just feels inherently manipulative, even if the effect is small. Alright end rant.

[ranposgirlboss]

woo!! hopefully you’re okay with this!! id like a bad matchup!! is it okay to ask for one girl one guy? if not just a boy then, lolol

hi, i’m ruru, i’m feminine androgynous, and i use they/them pronouns. i actually am super closeted due to my gender crisis and ability to connect with others. i can’t seem to have both of them lolol

i’m an estp/esfp? i have a lot of conflicting personality traits, ex: sensitive and blunt, attached and distant, so i just accepted to have all these feelings, instead of choosing one so i can stay true to myself!!

people in my ethnicity tend to be dark, but i had the recessive gene of being fair. i have black hair that sets on my shoulders, that curl at the ends, bangs framing my face. i really like my eyes and eyelashes. i got compared and treated like a doll a lot when i was little, i don’t think that stopped, haha. i’m a bit on the small side, almost 5’3.

for the feminine/androgynous part, i always wear timeless pieces, like chanel. or dior, when im feeling feminine, or simple casual clothings i pair up together to make me stand out more from uniqlo. i also like making my own clothes!! i always have myself shopping and pairing things up in a way to best present myself so i can walk with confidence. i love some cute jewelry too, whether it be from FRED or even Vivianne Westwood.

i’m also don’t understand when others get upset, but i say how i see things and how they really are. this is good for giving advice, for friends!! it’s hard for me to consider people friends, since i do test them a lot and over analyze things, and mostly drop people so i don’t get hurt and because i care about myself.

caring for myself includes taking myself on dates! getting food i like, in clothes and makeup i like and feel good in, i get called narcissistic but many people don’t know how to love themselves, and it’s a foreign concept to them. it’s so hard to be nice, but the pretty people stay aloof and unbothered <33

oh my god. i’m selectively mute, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to socialize!! i tend to respond non verbally, nodding excessively, using hand gestures, all that!! i tend to tease people a lot and try to irritate them, clearing awkward air for when people first meet. quips can let out a bit sometimes, surprising people.

i love marine biology. when it comes to those topics, even selective mutism can’t stop me from talking about them!! sharks, whales, crusteans!! i also use them in text too, mostly 🐋🦈🦭🐟🦑.. the whale looks like it’s a smiling, the shark looks disgusted, the seal looks funnily seductive, the fish shocked, and the squid about to hit someone. i use those more, haha

i also love the arts. music and art, things like those are a nice hobby for me. i enjoy mass cleaning and i’m very task oriented, i don’t let myself stop if there’s something to do. and when i finish, i give myself more things to do. i just cant simply sit down, haha.

if i were to have a partner, they’d have to stick with me and be able to read me through. i tend to push people away due to bpd, no matter how much i want them to stay. i need someone who can read my body movement nonverbally, due to mental illnesses and things that stop me from communicating, the selective mutism and bpd.

my love languages are quality time!! words and gifts, actions and touch can have ulterior motives, but time is money and valuable, so i really appreciate those things. but i give gifts and often get physically affectionate with people no matter how close, simply getting things that remind me of them is how i show i care.

THANK U FOR EXPLAINING BC I FRANKLY HAD NO IDEA ABOUT THE THINGY

WRITTEN MATCHUP...

DAZAI

FOR ME...SELF-CONFIDENCE IS KEY FOR HIM!! if you don't love yourself, i don't think you would be able to catch his eye!! and dazai would VERY MUCH be able to read through you, and he would appreciate the things that are unexpected for normal people (because his ass is NOT normal). also yall would have mad chemistry in the office...i can SENSE that shit.

THANK YOU FOR REQ!!! ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

[coffeefromvoid]

Thxx for the tag! Im not much of a reader but imma try anyway

1. 5 😭 i am an incredibly slow reader and have the tendency to read a few books at the same time so i don’t finish them quickly, and i am in the process of reading more (still all at the same time) but im definitely not getting done before new years

2. Yes! Frankenstein bc its my favourite book ever and Romeo and Juliet bc my school is performing it

3. Bc i only read 5 books/plays technically in their entirety this year (shame on me i know) i’ll just list them bc i enjoyed all of them: The song of Achilles, The Wave, Frankenstein, Spring Awakening and Romeo and Juliet

4. Not really? I started reading Edgar Allen Poe’s tales of horror and i am enjoying them so far, i just can’t finish the book in time for new years. And i really want to read all of Mary Shelley’s works now. Though technically i have discovered Shakespeare for myself so yes?

5. Gothic horror and tragedy. I love sad old books apparently

6. I haven’t gotten to a bunch of history textbooks my dad gifted me, i still need to finish Tales of Horror as i said, but also Metamorphosis. I also still need to finish the illiad, start on the Odyssey and Aeniad and journey to the west. I also wanted to get Dracula but whenever i was in a bookstore this year i didn’t have enough money with me or was buying something else.

7. I don’t use goodreads ._.

8. I don’t set reading goals for myself bc i now i am not going to be able to complete them, though for next year I’m setting myself the goal of finishing books in a timely manner and not reading three books at once qwq

9. Not really?

10. I don’t really keep up with book releases that much to name them at the top of my head

11. Song of Achilles has been out for a while for example, and i just read it this year. Or Spring Awakening is literally a play from 1898 but i only read it this year. Honestly all the stuff i read this year fits in this category

12. The Wave? It was a good book, but because it was a mandatory school read I wasn’t as invested in it as i am reading a book in my free time. The story was very good though.

13. Can’t really chose so imma just say the Wave again for the same reason as question 12

14. All of the books im reading rn but i know it can’t be done RHHÂ

15. I don’t really keep up with book prises either…

16. None? All the books i read this year are old so there is no hype ?

17. SPRING AWAKENING omg this play is so good im tweaking!!! I read it bc im supposed to make a presentation for it in school and i had no expectations going in, but found that i genuinely enjoyed it so much. I recommend it to anyone in a heartbeat

18. 8 i am in fact guilty of buying more books than i can read.

19. Yes! Not a lot bc my town’s library is small and doesn’t have the books i want to read, but i my most recent visit was with two of my friends bc we needed a concentrated environment to shorten our R&J scripts in (long story story)

20. I don’t really keep up with releases or read anything new TwT

21. All the booktok/booktube drama i know is month/ year old commentary i put on in the background but the most recent stuff i recall is the Colleen Hoover stuff

22. Song of Achilles

23. Two hours, as thats how long it takes to read Romeo and Juliet

24. Good Omens, i bought it before the neil gaiman drama came out and afterwards my Good Omens hyperfixation also faded. I want to pick it up again bc it was good just lost motivation

25. As i said, actually fucking finishing my books quicker and not reading three of them at once

Open tagz cuz im lazy

end-of-year book ask

How many books did you read this year?

Did you reread anything? What?

What were your top five books of the year?

Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

What genre did you read the most of?

Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

What was your average Goodreads rating? Does it seem accurate?

Did you meet any of your reading goals? Which ones?

Did you get into any new genres?

What was your favorite new release of the year?

What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

Any books that disappointed you?

What were your least favorite books of the year?

What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

Did you read any books that were nominated for or won awards this year (Booker, Women’s Prize, National Book Award, Pulitzer, Hugo, etc.)? What did you think of them?

What is the most over-hyped book you read this year?

Did any books surprise you with how good they were?

How many books did you buy?

Did you use your library?

What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

What’s the longest book you read?

What’s the fastest time it took you to read a book?

Did you DNF anything? Why?

What reading goals do you have for next year?

[sunsfade]

OH DRUNKEN GODS OF SLAUGHTER pinterest link 1. pinterest link 2. baldur's gate iii, fantasy universe.

(temporary) summary: istar works as durge, even if there are. some minor differences. in short, post mystra's ""death"" a few centuries back, talos wanted to take over her realm and even pretended, with an avatar, to be the god of wild magic. knowing no god would let him (considering the god of destruction/wind being in charge of magic isnt exactly a good idea), he decided to leave a little gift for her. he created a being from all the magic that was not constrained by the weave, and then sent it faaaar away so that the child would not be found until he needs them. that child being istar. bhaal, when choosing his bhaalspawns, did feel something was different about that one. she was prone to destruction, he felt it, and decided to claim her. he did what he usually does with bhaalspawns, but he. paid special attention to her. she was an interesting weapon, not yet honed but brimming with potential. and he decided she'd be his to wield.

like all bhaalspawns, she grew up with visions, then bloodlust. she brought a certain amount of chaos everywhere she went. despite being apparently human, she did stop to age at some point. she spent some decades with a tribe of elves in a forest named eryri, which she used in order to name herself pre-tadpole. they're the ones who taught her how to control her magic. humans destroyed and set fire to the tribe to steal some of their resources, and in return istar went. bonkers….. she went on a quest for revenge, and killed every person that ever had anything to do with the orders being given, which resulted in basically wiping out a kingdom from existence. (there are legends, now, about that) at that point, bhaal considered her ready and brought her home. slowly but surely, she climbed within the cult. not because she was motivated, but because making these ruthless choices was terribly easy. compared to orin, istar is much more. calculative. her way of killing is absolutely brutal and ruthless but there is always an amount of… choice, in it. she doesn't kill for the sake of killing. she kills with purpose. it is what orin despises about her (the whole thing about. bhaal doesn't care if you kill a king or a pauper. but istar does. because istar craves power. istar craves revenge. istar wants to be in a position where no one can ever bring her grief again) which is how she even got into plotting with gortash in the first place

but istar did bring something with her out of eryri… a small dragon, too young to be a real threat. it was her tether to humanity, in a way, which made it her biggest liability. orin took advantage of that, slaughtered the creature, and it gave her the leverage she needed to take down istar, sending her with a tadpole to moonrise towers. post waking up, istar is. a little bit feral. and i do mean that in every sense of the word, even in the way she acts or moves. even the way she looks bc orin sent her on her way after cutting off most of her hair (that istar kept very long in honor of her tribe's customs) and kressa's torture, which resulted in a certain amount of scars. magically healed, yes, but still visible. anyway. shes very much a wild dog trying to remember that biting barking and growling aren't the only tools she has. sometimes works, sometimes doesnt. during act 1, her answer to everything is using intimidation every step of the way ahdjndkd which is funny when u consider that. 1. shes a 5'2 human. and 2. she's a storm sorceress with a taste for just. using her nails teeth and fists whenever the need arise. and 3. she cant wield a sword or anything bigger than a dagger aghbjdnd hmmm what else? she very much is chaotic neutral, making choices either according to what is best for her or best for her allies. while she has manyyyyy flaws at least shes loyal ig.

important meta:

istar & her magic.

istar & talos.

istar's story is a story of grief.

an evil playthrough?

my canon concerning bhaalspawns.

if you're playing durge too, read this.

an overview of her bg3 verse.

istar after her ascension. (post-game option)

[giantkillerjack]

"The Professor's Workshop"

An excerpt from my graphic novel script drafts, posted here without beta bc it motivates me to write. In this chapter, the protagonists David and Kuruk are being given a tour of Armadillo Island by its mayor.

"Just wait til you meet them!" RJ exclaims excitedly. "They're the mind of a generation - maybe two!" He now adds an additional spring to his step, and David has to jog to keep up with him, despite them both being very short men. Kuruk follows behind, looking deeply skeptical.

RJ leads them down a winding forested path to a more remote part of the village, continuing to talk about the island the whole time while occasionally asking friendly questions of his guests.

They arrive at a secluded building tucked away in the bright green foliage of the island. The building is made in the same unique colorful architectural style as the rest of the island, but it has an odd overall shape - as though it has seen many small additions and renovations over the years. Paint chips in a couple places, but otherwise it looks well-cared-for. Shiny metal vents and chimneys emerge from the roof and sides, gently emitting white smoke. A stone pathway leads from the sign to the door, nearly hidden in untamed tall grass.

Out front, a high-quality colorful carved wooden sign reads:

Doctor Professor Xosha Zapata, PhD

Chemist & Architect Extraordinaire

"The sign was a gift from me," RJ chirps, stopping for a moment to admire it.

"No kidding," David deadpans politely, obviously hiding a smile.

(Behind him, the side of Kuruk's mouth twitches upwards a little for just a moment.)

RJ is marches up the overgrown stone and knocks confidently on the door, which turns out to not be fully closed; it creaks open from his knocking.

RJ stands just outside of the doorway and shouts inside cheerfully, causing Kuruk to wince at the volume. "OH, PROFESSOR!!! Are you in, Professor? I've met the most lovely chaps and I'd love to introduce them to our island's premiere scientific mind!"

There is a distant muffled sound from within.

"... PROFESSOR?" RJ shouts again, looking slightly concerned, "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

An indistinct wobbly speech bubble comes from inside, ending in question marks.

RJ looks both worried and like a man on a mission. "WE'RE COMING IN TO CHECK ON YOU - ALRIGHT, PROFESSOR?" He shouts loud enough this time that David and Kuruk both wince.

RJ hustles in and our heroes follow hesitantly behind.

The small entryway opens into a large room with high ceiling. It appears to be a lab or a workshop of some kind. Skylight windows light the room with soft sunlight, and dust motes float in the air in the brightest of the rays of light.

In terms of the contents of the room, the place looks like if a cartoon professor somehow had even more ADHD than usual:

There are dozens of beakers and vials on a number of desks and tables. A few of the beakers sit on lit bunsen burners, bubbling with colorful substances and sending white smoke up into the vents above them. At least one beaker has bubbled over and created an unidentifiable burnt mass at its base.

There are multiple architectural drafting tables with designs and blueprints on them in various states of completion.

There are several chalkboards full of notes in messy handwriting.

Books, papers, notebooks cover nearly every flat surface and several of the non-flat ones. Many torn notebook pages have been taped to the walls. [I guess this fantasy world has an equivalent to scotch tape now. ... I'm fine with that.]

The only decorations are a cluster of very nice painting on a small section of the wall. (Readers looking very closely will notice they all have the same artist's signature - Epa, who runs the inn.)

There is nothing to suggest nefarious scientific activity. Real "absentminded professor" energy.

In the far corner of the room, a set of scaffolding and a ladder block off a small space.

"H-hello? RJ, is that you?" says a small speech bubble from behind the scaffolding.

"Aha!" RJ leaps in that direction impressively quickly for a tiny man in his 50s.

Before David and Kuruk catch up to him, they hear RJ's relieved and once again cheerful voice:

"Ah, professor! There you are, thank goodness!!! You had us worried for a moment there!"

"...'Us' ?" says the unknown person in a pinched voice.

David and Kuruk round the corner to see three things:

One: an incomplete 8-foot-tall architectural model of a building,

Two: a fallen ladder, and

Three: a very embarrassed-looking non-binary person whom they recognize as the amateur vigilante they last saw getting shoved into the town square fountain by Armadillo Woman. Ze is wearing overalls, safety goggles pushed up on zyr head, a white shirt with some almost neon-colored stains on it, and a safety harness.

Ze appears unharmed, but they are suspended in the air by a cord attached to the back of the harness, and they look exceedingly uncomfortable. Zyr feet are dangling high off the ground, and ze is slowly and involuntarily rotating in place.

"Oh." Ze says weakly at the sound of additional footsteps. "There's... more people to witness this. ...My lucky day." They look as though they'd rather melt away into the earth. As they speak, they continue to spin, and they miss their initial chance to look at David and Kuruk, not seeing their faces until spinning slowly back around.

RJ, however, continues with his introductions, gesturing grandly and earnestly. "Mister David, Mister Kuruk - please meet the esteemed Doctor-Professor Xosha Zapata! Professor, these are my new friends Kuruk and David! They're here for the festival!"

Behind RJ, Kuruk squints at being called RJ's "new friend." David just looks amused.

"Y-You can just call me Xosha actually I'm not really--"

Xosha stops as ze finally catches sight of David and Kuruk - zyr face somehow falls even further. "Ah. We've, uh, met, actually," they say with a pained smile.

RJ is delighted. "Really?!? Fantastic! You must tell me all about it! How you met, what everyone was wearing! Every detail!"

"Um, actually, do you think maybe somebody could get me down first, please?" Xosha says in a small voice.

RJ looks surprised to find Xosha still in the air; he presses his hand to his forehead. "Oh! Oh my! Of course of course - my apologies! - I just get so carried away! Gentlemen, would you assist me?"

David and Kuruk nod. Kuruk looks like he's questioning how his life has come to this.

"Tell us what to do, Professor!" RJ says with his hands on his hips.

What follows is a ridiculous comical sequence in which Xosha explains how this happened and the men help zyr get down.

Ze was standing on a tall ladder and working on the architectural model. The safety harness they're wearing supports their torso and pelvis, and it connects to a rope from a clever pulley system on the ceiling. The early light of dawn indicates that this was probably a few hours ago.

They lean too far to reach for something and lose their balance, kicking the ladder out from under them while simultaneously knocking the pulley controls out of their reach.

Their legs kick in the air as they tried to release themselves from the harness, but in their struggles they manage only to somehow tangle the straps of their overalls and cause a lot of discomfort.

The final flashback panel is a distant wide shot of the whole workshop with the lonely defeated figure of Xosha hanging comically from the harness in the background.

Per Xosha's direction, RJ and David find the pulley controls and begin to lower zyr down in stops and starts. The pulley system is not cooperating with them, and Xosha yelps in a mix of alarm and discomfort with each small drop. It looks very painful, and David winces in sympathy. RJ looks similarly apologetic.

After the first small drop, Kuruk moves quickly to stand under Xosha.

"I will catch you," he says, looking entirely unsure of himself, but ready nonetheless.

"Thank-- you," Xosha squeaks, "It's-- YAAHH--!!!"

They let out a final yelp as they drop the last few feet. Kuruk catches them from behind [either under the arms or by the harness] and slows their fall so they land safely on their feet. Kuruk continues to support them for a few seconds until they seem steady.

As soon as Kuruk lets go, however, Xosha whimpers and lowers zyrself to the ground in a comically pained ball. Evidently, hanging from a pelvis harness hurts one's crotch and hips like a motherfucker, and Xosha is too exhausted to pretend otherwise. They are still clearly embarrassed, but they seem to have accepted their humiliating fate.

RJ hurries over to help them take the harness off, crouching on the ground next to them and patting their shoulder consolingly. He asks them what happened, and he asks if they need help taking the harness off. Xosha accepts his help and explains, accompanied by 3-5 cartoony flashback panels:

In the flashback, ze is standing on a tall ladder and working on the architectural model. The safety harness they're wearing supports their torso and pelvis, and it connects to a rope from a clever pulley system on the ceiling that can be manually adjusted by the user. The early light of dawn indicates that this was probably a few hours ago.

Xosha leans too far to reach for something and loses their balance, kicking the ladder out from under them while simultaneously knocking the pulley controls out of their reach.

They are caught by the harness and the expression of pain on their face is ridiculous and exaggerated for humor.

Their legs kick in the air as they tried to release themselves from the harness, but in their struggles they manage only to somehow tangle the straps of their overalls and cause more discomfort.

The final flashback panel is a distant wide shot of the whole workshop - with the lonely defeated figure of Xosha gently swaying in the background.

In the present, Xosha buries their head in their hands and lets out a loud long groan; they lament how stupid their mistake was, and RJ reassures them that even geniuses make mistakes! Xosha insists that ze is not a genius. RJ declares that they are too modest. It is clear that this is not the first time they have had this conversation.

David takes in the absurdity of it all and he smiles at Kuruk across the room. Kuruk doesn't smile back, but he does meet David's gaze and there is a hint of a twinkle in his eye amongst his general bewilderment.

Finally, Xosha manages to get the harness off and sit in a chair, letting out a long sigh.

On the final page of the chapter, a large panel shows Xosha in a detailed, fully-rendered (shaded, inked, colored, etc.) shot with warm natural lighting. Ze looks up from their chair with an attempt at a smile that lands a little closer to a wince. The shot is framed to make them appear endearing in their awkwardness. They are both cute and anxious.

"So, uhh, I'm guessing you have some questions about yesterday?" ze says.

Below that panel, a banner with large font reads:

Tune in next time for Part 3, Chapter 7:

"The Professor."

[End.]

If you liked this and want to read the published scripts with concept art on AO3, you can do that! I get a comment on those like once every 3 months and every time it gives me serotonin for like 3 weeks tbh. If you don't mind an unusual reading format, then you can find sexy men tied up and rescued, gay sky pirates, budding friendships, autistic/ADHD friendship, so many Trans people, sexy fat characters, empowering disability representation, a group of actors who would fit right in with The Ember Island Players, a haunted mop, a magical trauma recovery library, a lesbian biker gang that robs imperialistic museums - AND SO MUCH MORE

Note to self: I think maybe I'll change Xosha's pronouns to they/them and zey/zem, instead of they/them and ze/zyr. Seems to fit better.

[lovinkiri]

Villain Deku AU! As S/O grows more stronger and popular, her work conditions worsen. Forced to work overtime, having no lunch or bathroom breaks, and getting little pay. Once again, she’s not allowed to complain or she’s fired. Bc there’s a gift Deku really wants but S/O has to pay for her bills, she has no choice but to sell her important mementos for money. She tries to keep it a secret but Deku finds out. He’s touched and falls in love with her all over again but tries to make it up for her.

Anything For You

Author's Thoughts: Ahhh reader is so soft for Villain Izuku 🥺

Warning: Unfair Treatment, Overworking, Etc.

Was it worth it?

That's what you asked yourself. And you almost immediately came to the same conclusion.

Yes, yes it was.

If only you were getting paid for the overtime they made you do, maybe you wouldn't be so upset. Now that a new line of Sir Night Eye merchandise dropped, it would be put to good excuse.

Izuku had always done everything to make you happy. So of course, you wanted to buy it for him since you knew how much he wanted the limited edition poster.

The thing was, you weren't getting paid for your overtime. You even worked through all your breaks, only able to use the bathroom in secret on your patrols. If anything, you were getting underpaid under these conditions.

As usual, one complaint earned her a threat, you boss and the commission threatening to fire you. And you knew they would, especially with your popularity growing with every life you saved. They wanted you out of the way and you knew that, so playing it safe and staying quiet was the only option.

There was only one other thing you could do.

You began selling off your things. Whether it was selling hero merch signed by your favorites or selling old mementos from trips with friends and family, you did it.

Because Izuku would do it for you in a heartbeat.

But you knew that if Izuku found out, he'd try stopping you. He'd say it wasn't important that he get the poster. He'd say he didn't want it that badly anyway. And you knew he'd be lying.

So you kept it a secret.

But you can't keep much from Izuku. He just knows you too well. He knows when you're hiding something. And when he knows that, he intends to find out what it is. You could be getting mistreated again, or worse!

So he follows you around. And it's then that he realizes two things.

Number one, you are getting mistreated again.

And number two, you're pawing off things very important to you, he just doesn't know why.

But he'd find out considering he had enough evidence to confront you on your secret.

So he decided to ask over dinner.

You came home to a set dinner table with your favorite meal sat atop two plates. Izuku helped you to remove your hero costume and kept the food warm while you showered.

You made sure to thank him of course.

"Izuku, this is so sweet. You didn't have to do all this." You smiled as he pulled out your chair.

He pushed it back in as you sat, leaning down and pecking your cheek. "I wanted to, rosebud. You deserve it."

You really had the sweetest boyfriend. The sweetest villain boyfriend. Ironic, isn't it?

Sitting across from you, he asked how your day was. You answered, dancing around the worst parts of your day. Not knowing Izuku already knew.

Izuku gave a hum. "Mm. You forgot about the part where you took no breaks and peed at the end of your patrol in a building bathroom far away from your agency."

You nearly coughed out your food, quickly clamping a hand over your mouth. Once the food was swallowed, you removed the hand. "Izu! Were you following me again?"

He sighed, playing with his food with a small irritated pout. "You don't tell me anything, how else am I supposed to know these things?"

Watching him for a moment, you sighed. This was Izuku you were talking to. You figured he'd follow you every day if he had the motivation and the time.

"Well yeah, but it's okay. I'm looking on the bright side."

"I'm glad. So why are you selling your things?"

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out for a couple of seconds. Izuku waited patiently, watching you while taking a bite of his food.

"I.. I wanted to.. Get you that.." You trailed off. It seemed like you didn't need to finish anyway, because a look of realization fell upon his face.

"Awe.. Rosebud.." He cooed, reaching over and gently taking your hand. You really were to sweet for this world in his eyes. "I don't need that poster that much. You don't have to sell your things."

Huffing, you gently squeezed his hand. "I knew you'd say that. I'm not letting you stop me this time though."

He chuckled and gave a hesitant nod. "Okay then."

"Really?"

"Mhm. If that's what you want."

Nothing was stopping him from stealing everything back anyway.

Don't be surprised when there's a threat on your agency that forces everyone on a mandatory paid leave.

[sarahsangelicdoll-recs]

omgg i LOVE this smm 🤭

“He’d never made a move, until tonight that is. He’d left small gifts here and there, bouquets of beautiful white tulips, your favorite bottle of wine every now and again, cute lingerie sets that you couldn’t help but put on and walk around your house in, hoping he was watching.”

y/ns so real cause i would too honestly 😭

““You better hope I don’t find you, princess… Because if I do, you’re mine to use,” He pauses, your closet door slamming shut before his footsteps get closer to the bathroom door. You’re holding your breath, unsure of why you’re still hiding from him, but also remembering he’s your stalker.. Letting him find you wouldn’t be smart, right? “I know you’re in here, princess. Open the door f’me, alright?””

‘princess, princess, princess’ PLEASE, i literally love being a called princess smm, hence why my name used to be princess instead of doll but i removed it bc it was too long lmao

“He runs a hand up the side of your neck, his ringed fingers tightly wrapping around your throat and squeezing.”

rings i hear?

“He props himself on his forearms, his hands finding the back of your head and gripping at your messy strands harshly, tugging your neck up and forcing your eyes between your bodies. “Watch it, baby, watch how my cock slides in and out of your greedy little cunt so easily. Look how she grips my cock, like she was fuckin’ made for me.” He groans, continuing his brutal thrusts.”

Yessirr 🤭🤭🤭

“JJ grins down at you,”

*sigh* i need to see this irl, imagination is not enough 😔😔 (perhaps if i actually had motivation to shift i could)

““Say it! Say you’re mine, princess! S’all I wanna hear.””

the fact i can PERFECTLY hear this in JJs voice is doing things to me 🫣

ᰔᩚ Day Two of Slutmas// Silent Night — J.M

Your stalker, JJ, finally makes his move.

CW: smut! 18+ only! dubcon! dacryphilia, stalker!jj, dark!jj, choking, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, praise and slight degrading.

slutmas masterlist -> moodboard for this au

🎄❤️

Thump.

The loud sound of something hitting the floor downstairs has you springing up in bed, fingers tightly gripping your comforter and pulling it higher up your body.

Your heart pounds in your chest, palms clammy and shaking uncontrollably. A look out your bedroom window shows it’s still dark out, the only thing visible is the light snowfall that’s barely illuminated by the dim street light outside.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Heavy footsteps are heard making their way up the stairs. You shove your comforter off your body, softly climbing out of bed and making your way into the en-suite bathroom, softly shutting the door and locking it before pressing your back against the cool, white-painted wood.

It’s him. It has to be him. You’ve known he was watching you for months now, but you never really cared to tell anyone or do anything about it. You actually kind of loved the idea that someone was so obsessed with you they couldn’t help but watch you.

He’d never made a move, until tonight that is. He’d left small gifts here and there, bouquets of beautiful white tulips, your favorite bottle of wine every now and again, cute lingerie sets that you couldn’t help but put on and walk around your house in, hoping he was watching.

Your bedroom door creaks open, the eerie sound sending goosebumps down your arms and legs. Your nipples harden as your breathing picks up, but you’re surprisingly not scared, more so turned on.

“Princess… I know you’re here… The bed still smells like you.”

The sound of his light steps trekking throughout your bedroom have your heart rate spiking. You hear him opening the drawers of your dresser and nightstand, slamming each one shut. The sound of your closet door opening has you sucking in a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut as you listen to the sound of his whistling as he pushes through your clothes.

His low, raspy voice follows seconds later, your pussy throbbing at his words.

“You better hope I don’t find you, princess… Because if I do, you’re mine to use,” He pauses, your closet door slamming shut before his footsteps get closer to the bathroom door. You’re holding your breath, unsure of why you’re still hiding from him, but also remembering he’s your stalker.. Letting him find you wouldn’t be smart, right? “I know you’re in here, princess. Open the door f’me, alright?”

You don’t speak, you don’t breathe. You’re frozen in fear, your mind racing at the things he’d do to you if he got his hands on you.

A shrill scream escapes you when the bathroom door rattles, the weight of his body being thrown into it over and over again. You slowly back away from the door, tears slipping past your lower lashes as the man on the other side tries to force his way inside. Your entire body is buzzing, multiple feelings rushing through you as he continues to smash his body into the door.

The wood splinters behind his weight, the door giving way to the constant slam of his shoulder ramming into it. A loud crack sounds through the bathroom, the door finally giving in and shattering into pieces, sharp white-painted wood pieces falling at your feet. The man straightens his spine, head cocked to the side, unruly strands of blond hair falling in his face— a face you know all too well… JJ Maybank.

“Why’d you have to make me do that, baby? Hmm?” he asks, his steps slow and sure as he makes his way toward you. “I was gonna be nice, be gentle with you… But now, I’m gonna be everything but.”

You choke out a sob, your hand pressed firmly against your mouth as you continue to back away from him. You reach the end of the room, your back hitting the wall at the far end of the small space. JJ is on you in a flash, his large, ringed fingers curling around your throat as he pushes your head into the wall, his face leaning in so close to yours you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“Surprised it’s me? You know, if you’d just paid the slightest bit of attention, you’d know I was in love with you…” He pauses, running his nose up the side of your face, breathing in your scent. “But you’re so fucking dense… So clueless sometimes, it pains me, really…”

More thick, hot tears slide down your cheeks, and JJ groans at the sight. His tongue darts out, licking up the salty tears.

“That’s it, cry for me, baby. I fuckin’ love to see you cry.”

He presses himself into you, the hard ridges of his erection pressing into your clothed core. You whimper, your pussy pulsing when you feel just how hard he is… For you. It should repulse you, you should hate him right now, but your mind is reeling with thoughts of his cock down your throat, buried deep inside your drenched pussy…

“You thinking of how good it’s gonna feel when I choke you with my dick? How good it’s gonna feel when I finally bury myself inside this pretty fuckin’ pussy?” JJ rasps, his free hand finding your covered core, cupping it and teasing your clit through the silk fabric.

“JJ..” you breathe out, slowly giving up any fight you had in you. Your muscles relax, your entire body melting into JJ’s hands. The hand around your throat tightens, his other hand playing with your pussy. He lets out a low groan, clicking his tongue when he feels your arousal seeping through the silk.

“You’re so wet, princess… Does having your stalker— who happens to be someone you’ve known your entire life— break into your house and tell you all the nasty things he’s going to do to you make you this wet? Is it the thrill of it all that turns you on, princess? ” He pulls his hand from between your legs, shoving it into the waistband of your shorts, fingers instantly moving to your slick folds. He runs two fingers through your folds, groaning again as he gathers your arousal on his fingers. “Or are you just a filthy fucking slut who loves to be fucked, no matter who it is?”

Anger rushes through you at his degrading words, but before you have time to even react, he’s pulling his hands from inside your shorts, yanking you off the wall by your throat, squeezing at your neck tighter as he drags you through the bathroom and back into your room. He tosses you down onto your mattress, and you scramble backwards, trying to get away, but it’s no use, JJ’s too quick, his body weight pressing into you, keeping you in place.

“Don’t even think about fucking moving, do you understand?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, more tears rolling down your face. You should try to stop him, but the larger part of you doesn’t even want to. You want JJ to claim you, you want him to do whatever he pleases with you. This side of him is unlike anything you’ve seen before, —so used to the sweet, loving and kind JJ— and you’re shamefully enjoying it.

JJ’s fingers dig into the waistband of your shorts, shoving them down your thighs. You suck in a sharp breath when his fingers find your pussy, his long, thick digits slowly running through your slick folds. He finds your clit, applying a slight amount of pressure to it and rubbing lazy circles around the swollen bundle of nerves.

“God, I bet you taste so fucking sweet… Let’s find out, yeah?”

JJ removes his hand from between your legs, pushing your body up the mattress and spreading your thighs wide open for him. He tucks his legs underneath his stomach, both his hands on each of your thighs, keeping you open for him. He spits down on your clit, both of you watching as it slowly drips down your pussy.

He lowers his head, his tongue slowly pushing into your drenched hole before he runs it up the length of your pussy, ending at your clit. Pulling back, he leaves a soft kiss on your swollen bud, groaning when a shudder rushes through you.

“So sweet, just like I knew you’d be…” JJ rasps, lowering his head back down and wrapping his lips around your clit.

Soft moans escape you as JJ licks and sucks at your pussy, eating you like he’s a starved man getting his first meal in weeks. JJ’s groans of approval have your hips bucking, shamelessly grinding your pussy against his face, loving the way his nose bumps against your clit as his tongue fucks your needy hole.

Your hands fly to the back of his head, gripping at his messy blond hair and lightly pulling. JJ lets out a low growl, his tongue slowing its movements. He lifts his head, his pupils blown, an almost carnal expression on his face as he eyes you.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you princess?”

You whimper, needing his mouth back on your pussy. You open your mouth to beg him for more, but JJ’s low voice has you quickly shutting it.

“You want me to fuck you? Need me to stretch this pretty pussy out with my cock while you beg me to fill you with my cum?” He runs a hand up the side of your neck, his ringed fingers tightly wrapping around your throat and squeezing. “You’d like that, huh? My cum filling this little cunt, putting a baby in you so you can’t ever escape me.”

Tears begin to fill your eyes, burning as you try and force them away. JJ’s hand squeezes tighter, reveling in the feel of your pulse beating rapidly beneath his fingers. He finally loosens his hold, leaning down and licking at the tears you hadn’t realized slipped past your lower lashes.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want my cock inside you, that you want my cum dripping down these perfect fuckin’ thighs.”

You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before popping them back open, meeting his lust-filled gaze. “Y-Yes… Please?”

JJ tsks. “Words, princess. Tell me what you want, what you need.”

“I need… I need your cock inside me, J. Wanna feel you split me in half… Need to feel your cum dripping from my pussy, please? Please, J.”

You swear his eyes grow darker, a low growl pulled from deep inside his chest as he pushes himself off you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he strips himself of his clothes. Once he’s completely naked, your eyes nearly pop out of your head, seeing his long and thick cock bobbing, a bead of precum already leaking from his swollen tip.

You swallow thickly, your mouth all of a sudden dry and the room feeling ten degrees warmer. JJ was fucking huge. He wraps a hand around his thick length, thumbing at the precum and spreading it around the head of his dick. You watch intently as he spits down onto his shaft, groaning at the pleasure that rushes through him when his hand begins making slow jerking movements.

“You know how long I’ve waited on this moment? How long I’ve waited to feel your pretty cunt wrapped tightly around my dick? Too long, princess.”

JJ climbs into the bed, the mattress dipping and creaking beneath his weight. He continues to slowly thrust his cock into his hand, his eyes never leaving yours, a slow grin titling his lips.

He presses a hand against your chest, pushing you back until your head hits the pillows. You gasp, his free hand now moving to your thighs, roughly spreading them apart. He lines himself with your dripping center, pressing his tip against your hole. You can’t contain your moans, the feeling of his tip slowly pushing into you sending waves of pleasure rushing through your veins.

JJ pushes himself inside you, inch by torturous inch, until he’s fully inside you. He holds himself still, his cock buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against your ass. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby… So tight and wet.” He slowly pulls back, leaving only the tip inside before he slams his hips forward again. Your arms fly around his neck, nails digging into the tanned skin of his shoulders. He hisses in a breath when your nails break skin, but he shakes away the pain, his hip’s finding a steady rhythm.

He props himself on his forearms, his hands finding the back of your head and gripping at your messy strands harshly, tugging your neck up and forcing your eyes between your bodies. “Watch it, baby, watch how my cock slides in and out of your greedy little cunt so easily. Look how she grips my cock, like she was fuckin’ made for me.” He groans, continuing his brutal thrusts.

Your eyes watch shamelessly, loving the way his cock would disappear inside you, loving the way you gripped at him when he’d pull back. JJ’s fingers tighten in your hair before he loosens his hold, letting your head drop back into the pillows. He places his hands firmly on the mattress, pushing himself up as the pace of his hips. A string of curses and moans flow past your lips with each thrust of his cock, his swollen tip hitting your g-spot with each inward thrust. You cry out his name, warmth coiling at the base of your belly, your clit pulsing as your walls flutter around JJ’s dick.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, J… Please? Can I cum..” you beg, tears filling your eyes again as blinding pleasure threatens to burst from you.

JJ grins down at you, his hips slowing and rolling into yours. “Sound so pretty when you beg me to cum.. Tell me you’re mine, and you can come f’me.”

Hot tears roll down your cheeks, and JJ doesn’t miss the opportunity to lick them from your face again. He groans and your pussy clenches around him again. JJ’s right hand lifts off the mattress, finding your throat and squeezing at it tightly, “Say it! Say you’re mine, princess! S’all I wanna hear.”

A whimper escapes you, your lips parting as the band threatens to snap, “I’m yours, J!” You cry out.

He lets out a low growl, a newfound possessiveness rushing through him at hearing the words come out of your mouth, “Such a good girl, go on, come for me, baby. ‘M right behind you…”

JJ’s praise and approval were all you needed to hear, bright white light clouds your vision, toes curling as your nails drag down his back, your release bursting from you in long waves. JJ pounds into you harder, the sound of his cock pushing and pulling from you mixed with his grunts and your cries fill the space of your bedroom. His balls draw tight, dick twitching inside you before he’s filling your pussy with his cum in long spurts.

He pulls himself from inside you, sitting on his knees as he watches a thick glob of cum seep from your abused hole. He lets out a groan, climbing on top of you and pressing a long kiss to your lips.

“You’re mine now. No more games, no more excuses. All. Fucking. Mine.”

🎄❤️

tagging some moots: @nemesyaaa @starkeysbabygirl @starkeysprincess @cameronwillow @bloodibambiidoll @rafeyscurtainbangs @rafesthroatbaby @oceandriveab @maybankslover @maybanksangel @redhead1180 @zya8tracks @drewsephrry @httpsdrewstarkey

[casketcat-archived]

Various Ob.ey Me Kiwa Headcanons !

under the read more because this is a long post !!

Sleep ; Kiwa has a few odd sleeping habits! For one, she usually sleeps mostly in the nude. Typically just shorts! She overheats really quickly at night and it wakes her up, so she figured that would be the easiest way to handle that. On some nights she does just have a very loose, thin fabric nightgown though! For sleepovers where clothes are kinda, y’know, necessary— She likes tank tops and shorts!

Sleep 2 ; Kiwa sleeps with a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals and other various cozy, cuddly items. She is a ridiculously cuddly individual and actually can’t sleep well if she doesn’t have her arms wrapped around something. She also just always loves being surrounded in a little pile of soft things!! She will, however, sacrifice some of her plush space for a partner to share her bed with her though… they wouldn’t fit otherwise lol

Bed ; Kiwa’s bed is covered in stuffed animals, pink, and many kinds of pillows and blankets. She doesn’t use the blankets too much, but she likes the texture of most of them! Her bed is also set up with a soft pink sheer fabric canopy, and she has a few extra stuffed animals atop the canopy for storage in a place she can still see them when she lays down! The bed is SUPER fluffy to sit on and very cozy!!!!

Art ; Art is a very, very important thing to Kiwa! Quite a few different forms of art too! She adores painting, and actually has painted a small mural on the wall of her room! Yes, she argued with Lucifer over it at least once lol. He could not stop her no matter how hard he tried. The mural is of various types of flowers with some clouds. She adds small new things to it sometimes when she’s bored! A few of the added things have been clouds in the shapes of various animals! She’s been considering asking Diavolo if she could paint a larger mural somewhere around R.A.D.

Art 2 ; Another form of art Kiwa really adores is music! She’s generally pretty good with a two instruments— piano, taught by her mother, and the guitar she learned in high school! She doesn’t play either too much anymore, but they’re still near and dear to her heart! If you catch her glancing longingly at a piano, it’s probably cause she misses the one she has at her parent’s place back home… she’s just not gonna say anything about it.

Art 3 ; A big (but subtle) way Kiwa shows her affection is sketching things of people she’s close to. She kinda finds herself doodling crushes of hers in class pretty frequently. She also draws them gifts and little sticky notes with motivational drawings very often! That applies to friends too, they always get cute little stuff on their books, doors, and various little places they’d stumble across in their day to day! She just wants to give them little random mood boosts!

Art Supplies ; Kiwa has and uses many different types of art supplies! These take up a good portion of her room and storage within it! Canvases, many kinds of paint, pencils, pens, stickers, and more! She has drawers upon drawers full of them. She typically goes for nicer brands, she’d rather shell out more money for higher quality supplies than have to buy more supplies bc cheaper ones run out faster! A good chunk of her funds go into art supplies. She also has a very large tower of storage drawers full of fabric!

Sewing ; Kiwa is a seamstress who runs her own small business. On top of her various other forms of art, sewing is one that’s especially important to her. Her adoptive father was a fashion designer as well (though he is now retired) and taught her a lot of what she knows about it! She did a lot of online classes about it as well— one of the few school-like things she’s ever been able to focus on. This blossomed into her running a small business making custom lingerie focusing on plus sizes.

Small Business ; Kiwa’s business started while she was in the human world, it’s one of the big ways she paid rent and bought her art supplies and fabric! Her business did continue into her moving to the Devildom, and she’s been having a lot of fun making lingerie for demons now as well! She has also started shifting into making regular clothing clothing items as well since coming to the Devildom. May as well expand her abilities as long as she’s somewhere new!

Angelic ; Kiwa is a human. Her mother, however, was not. For many, many years her mother was angel in the celestial realm. However, her mother eventually fell in love with a human man and gave up her blessing to become a human and live with him. Eventually Kiwa was born from their marriage, and she is completely a human.. but some angels can possibly sense she has a bit of angelic descent in her. Kiwa’s mother unfortunately passed away due to a human disease when she was a pre-teen, a disease that for a long, long, long time wouldn’t have impacted her at all.

School ; School…. isn’t really Kiwa’s thing. She’s not super good with it, nor has she ever been. Even throughout her time in the human world. It’s actually why she dropped out of college to just pursue her small business and the like. Even now enrolled in R.A.D., she’s not doing too well in majority of her classes. She’s a little frustrated about it, and it makes her upset more often than she’d like to admit, but she’s trying… kind of.

Side Business ; Kiwa started doing cam girl-type work around the time she turned 20. Alongside her lingerie business, it brought in a good amount of money! She paid rent, bought her supplies, and lived pretty nicely. She also gave a bit to her parents to assist her brother’s college fund! She really enjoys the work she does, she finds it a very nice way to express herself and her sexuality a little more, but she’s also not super attached to it. She would drop the more explicit work once in a relationship if her partner wanted her to! She would love to still do suggestive photoshoots with her own lingerie on occasion if her partner was comfortable though.

Side business 2 ; despite Kiwa being a cam girl, and doing very explicit stuff for strangers on the internet, she’s never dated or really had any romantic or sexual partners in person. She’s been far too busy, but it’s not for lack of interest!!! She hasn’t even had her first kiss in most situations solely because she’s just… busy. She has always been busy!

Brother ; Kiwa’s younger brother, Shion, has always been someone she’s very close to and who is very important to her. She always values Shion’s opinions and always enjoys being around him! This is possibly because on top of being his older sister, she did spend a good chunk of her teenage years basically half parenting him because of how busy their dads got. Their fashion design business picked up at a super unfortunate time, and they tried to be their for the kids as much as physically possible, but Kiwa assured them she didn’t mind helping out taking care of Shion. She did a decent job basically parenting him!!

Parents ; Kiwa’s birth parents unfortunately passed away when she was still fairly young, pre-teens, but she was adopted by two family friends after that. Her dads are two of the kindest, most loving, sweet people ever. One of them used to be a fashion designer, while the other was basically his secretary and assistant. They worked so well together and Kiwa always looked up to them! They are now retired and teach a pottery class in her hometown. Their hometown is small and in the country side, not very big, but warm and welcoming. One of her dads became mute from an accident a few years before her time in the Devildom, and as such, Kiwa, both of her dads, and her brother all learned and know JSL to communicate.

Mornings ; Kiwa isn’t much of a morning person. She can’t really wake herself up too easily— when she first wakes up is one of the main times you can ever really make her mad or see her grouchy! She’s pretty huffy in the morning when she first wakes up unless it’s on her own terms. She falls back asleep pretty easily too! If you try to wake her up, and you don’t see her put her feet on the floor, she’s probably gonna fall back asleep. She’s a little better about mornings if she has a partner who she shares a bed with— waking up cuddling someone she loves negates any possible bad mood.

Pets ; Kiwa has had quite a few pets throughout her life— animals are something she is ALWAYS going to adore. She’s always cared so much for animals. Currently, though, she has a few pet ferrets. There are five total, and they are absolute little trouble makers. Their names are Cupcake, Macaron, Donut, Bonbon, and Pudding! Their enclosure takes up about an entire wall of her room, and she takes wonderful care of them!! They are her babies!! HER BABIES!! They have plenty of toys and places to hang out!! Sometimes… they run around the House of Lamentation.. chaotic babies.

Magic ; Kiwa has an odd and distinct lack of magical power. She doesn’t have much of an interest in pacts, but she doesn’t have much innate magic either. She struggles to learn it and doesn’t do well in classes that teach and involve magic. She doesn’t really seem to mind it too much, mainly because she knows there’s other things she’s good with! Maybe one day she’ll be more interested in pacts with the demon brothers, but as for now, she’s a little uneasy about the idea.

Love Languages ; Kiwa’s main two love languages are physical touch and quality time. She is a cuddly, touchy, lovey thing and being able to touch and be close to her partners (and friends!!) is so important to her. She respects those who are nervous about it, and she does her best to be considerate about it!! Her brother isn’t much of a cuddly person either, so she’d adapted to try her best to ask less affectionate people before just tackling them into a hug. She forgets sometimes but she’s doing her best!! Quality time is also very important to Kiwa, she’s the type who’s very content just being in the same room with someone she cares about even if they’re doing completely different things. It’s bonding time that she really treasures.

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you

Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D 💖💖💖💖✨

Our birthdays are so close too👉👈 mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)

Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! 💖💖💖✨ I love you so very much <3

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

Warnings: none

Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan 😺😆💖) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!

Seijoh

The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.

Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.

Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees “Manager Chan's birthday, 19th November.”

And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.

The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.

You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.

How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?

That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.

They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.

Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.

The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.

You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying “y/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.”

You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.

When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.

Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.

You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side

Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.

“thanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!” you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.

Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.

You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. “Thanks for remembering” you said softly.

He blushed. “how did you know?” you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager ever” said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.

You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.

You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.

Shiratorizawa

So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.

Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers “Oh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!” as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)

He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.

Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.

Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.

Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.

So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.

You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. “where are we going?” you ask, and he just casually answers “to celebrate the end of exams”

You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.

“let's go have udon” says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.

Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.

You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.

Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.

You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpai” says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.

You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.

Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.

At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.

The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.

Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.

Inarizaki

My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot 😅😭) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.

Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. “Isn't y/n's birthday five days from now?”

Your friend replies. “no haha, it's today!” which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!

The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.

Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.

Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.

Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.

Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.

They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.

The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.

Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. “Y/n-san, let's go.” said Kita with a mysterious smile.

You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.

He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. “Let's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.”

You were super confused. “but school?”. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. “Kita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.”

Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.

They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.

Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.

Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.

“Happy Birthday, y/n-chan.” they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.

You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.

They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.

You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. “Thank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'” if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.

Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.

“I can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroon” said Aran.

Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.

Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.

Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.

“hey that's enough now” says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.

The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.

The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.

At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.

As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.

Taglist: @osamusriceballs @k-sakusa-old

[mythiccheroacademia]

Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕

A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much

All characters are 18+

Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line 

Todoroki Shouto:

this mf has money to burn 

we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass 

he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy 

he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps 

he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then

he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy

todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms 

when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀 

best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀

he was a tough one

but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement

you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes

todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business 

it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way? 

he only wants to have conversations with you 

i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are

todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants 

but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for 

you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to 

he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip

next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp

you kind of panicked bc like...wtf? 

your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”

sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period

him: “Yes.”

and that was the end of that

you dont question anymore

he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance 

doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something

he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can

but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot

and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning 

he really fucks w your laid back vibe 

sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends 

Takami Kiego (Hawks):

this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy

he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious

so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this 

he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends 

the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity. 

you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since

so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some 

“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement” 

you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal 

hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy

he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”

he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line

it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice 

however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons

ngl his dicc game is fire

he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it 

just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit

if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken

he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go 

if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip 

but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet 

and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite

there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does 

he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”

if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk  

overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled

Mirodirya Izuku:  

the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident

the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful 

he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first

he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by 

it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one 

he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes

he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts

that’s when he made his decision

by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number 

“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”

and what did you do that night?

you called his ass right back

you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set

midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there 

you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days 

he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus

takes you out shopping unprovoked 

izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”

you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨  

you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer? 

it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps 

he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love

deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first

if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku

he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it

send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust 

when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you

you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly

soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week 

you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you 

he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself 

your next conversation works out well for the both of you 

[forever-rogue]

request: some christmassy idea where marcus moreno brings presents he bought for missy to the shop to get wrapped up bc he cant wrap for shit. And he wants to flirt with reader whos the one whos gonna wrap the presents but for the love of the above he cant. hes stuttering and hes flustered and its cute. And reader is like okay mister "i can use the force", heres my number, call me so we can shedule a date. And hes so shocked about it 😄😭😭😭 thank u patricia! 🌟

I see it's time to write for Mr. Moreno? Excellent 😌 Enjoy!

Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader; no warnings

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reluctantly returned to the store, the bag of presents in his hand a sign of defeat. How hard it could possibly have been to wrap a few presents? Apparently too hard for someone like Marcus Moreno. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried, oh no, he’d spent several hours the previous evening after Missy had gone to bed attempting to wrap the clothes and other oddly shaped boxes perfectly. But instead of success, all he gained was frustration. 

Instead of another vain attempt at the wrapping, he gave up and threw everything back into the bag and made his mind that he would go back to the small department store and ask...beg if you required it, for you to wrap the gifts. 

He might have been able to save the world on several occasions, but apparently his talents ended at Christmas gift wrapping. Well, he huffed to himself as he pulled open the door, the soft twinkling of bells meeting his ears, everyone had a limit. His just happened to be a little more pathetic than others. 

Super Hero, he reminded himself with each step, he was a fudgin’ super hero for fuck’s sake. But alas, when it came to more domestic things, such as cooking, and wrapping apparently, he was far from super. He was working on it though - spending time each day to make sure he was learning - doing enough - to be the father Missy needed. For her, and himself. Things weren’t always easy, but they were always getting better. 

Although tired from a long day at the office, throwing swords around, as Missy had dubbed it, his face instantly lit up when he spied you behind the counter, an almost bored expression on your face. The last of the Christmas rush was almost over, which meant business had slowed down, which was both a blessing and a curse at the same time. Marcus would have been a liar if he said he didn’t have an ulterior motive for coming back; sure - he wanted the presents wrapped, but let’s be honest, the man was smitten with you. Any excuse to come back and chat with you, even if it was just five minutes was good enough for him. 

He’d known you, casually, for a few years now. You had been Missy’s teacher at school last year, and he knew that you worked the summers and holidays at your parent’s store to give them a hand with the rushes. Sometimes, being the sneaky Heroic he was, he’d made up excuses in the past to come into your classroom to spend a few minutes here and there talking to you. It was hard to believe that anyone could make him nervous, to make his heart flutter and beat like a nervous schoolboy, but there you were. Managing to do it every time. 

But he’d never act on it. No, no, no. That would be downright outrageous. After all, why on earth would you be interested in Marcus Moreno? He couldn’t even wrap a present.

Almost as if you sensed his presence, you looked up from the counter you were organized and offered him a dazzling smile, accompanied by a small wave. He was positive his heart stopped at the sight as he had to remind himself to breath. After a quick inhale and exhale, he marched over to you, ready to be firm, and hell, maybe today he’d finally ask if you wanted to get dinner sometime. Why not, after all? But then he took a good look at your eyes, those soft eyes and that gentle smile and he came undone.

“Hi Marcus,” you beamed at him as he did his best to give you a normal smile in response, “what a pleasure to see a friendly face. How are you?”

“Hi,” he managed to choke out as he calmed himself. How did you have this effect on him? He was a grown man, a man with plenty of experience in dating and love, and yet this one he couldn’t seem to nail down, “I’m fine  - you know what, why lie? I’m tired and I can’t wrap presents for shit. I hate to ask, but could you help me out? I’ve seen you do it for other people and I’m afraid if I try again, it’ll be worse than the first time. It’s been awful - oh my God, I’m so rude. I’m rambling - you look pretty - nice - how are you?”

“Marcus,” you giggled at him, watching as a nervous tinge of pink flushed his cheeks. You put your hand on his, effectively getting him to calm down and shut up, “slow down. It’s okay - I’ve got you covered. I assume work is busy?”

“That’s one way to put it,” he was instantly relieved as you took the presents from and grabbed some wrapping paper to display to him. He nodded at your choice and watching in awe as you made quick work of grabbing the first present and getting to work, “I was about ready to just leave him in the bag and give them to Missy like that.”

“Ahh, it’s not a big deal,” you shot him a quick wink, “it’s easy once you get the hang of it. But then again, I’ve been helping my parents with this stuff for years. Maybe sometime I’ll show you how.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” he exhaled as he leaned against the counter and tried to pay it cool. His heart was thumping in his chest so rapidly, he was sure you were able to hear it as well. If you noticed anything out of place, you didn’t show it, “I’ll pay you - whatever you want.”

“Marcus,” you waved him off, “there’s no need. Besides, what are friends for?”

“Friends,” he almost choked on the word as he grinned at the delicate look of concentration on your face. Your brow was furrowed, your tongue peeking out from between your lips as you made sure to get all the measurements just right, “how’s everything been? It’s been a while…”

“I know,” you agreed as you started some ribbon to start curling it, “I miss you coming into my classroom all the time, I miss Missy - it’s not quite the same without the Morenos.”

How much could hint at it before he finally got the bait? You’d harbored a crush on the man for years now, even before you became Missy's teacher. He was a Heroic after all - handsome, funny, smart, and kind. Who wouldn't fall in love with him? You'd hinted at your feelings a number of times and you thought he reciprocated a few times, but you could never be quite sure. And neither of you ever seemed to make a move. You'd come close a few times, but somehow just hadn't...quite gotten there.

“I miss it too,” he agreed quietly, turning his attention to his hands, “Missy doesn’t like her teacher as much this year.”

“That’s because I’m pretty cool,” you teased gently, ���you look nice too, by the way. The all black thing - pretty sexy.”

Marcus was sure his heart stopped at your words; you couldn’t seriously have said what he thought you said. Right? Right. He looked at you with wide eyes as you refused to look up from what you were doing in case you had completely overstepped any remaining boundaries. 

“I, umm…” he paused for a moment, chuckling at his own nerves as he moved to stand in front of you, “I’m shit at this. But I, umm...I like you.”

“Marcus,” you stopped what you were doing and set the scissors down to meet his soft brown eyes. He had a small smile on his face, nervous as he watched your expression to try and get a read on the situation. Honestly? He’d rather have taken down another horde of aliens than wait for your response, “it’s about time you said something. I was beginning to think you never would.”

“Oh,” he let a nervous chuckle as your words set in, “oh. Oh?”

“I like you too, Marcus,” you admitted as a warmth flushed over you, “I just...I didn’t know how to say it. I was…”

“Nervous,” you both blurted out at the same time as you both laughed. At least you were on the same page. 

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” he confessed as you nodded in understanding, “I feel like an old fool more than anything...but I’d like to take you out. On a date. A real date. Like you know not just...this, and I’m sorry if this is awkward. Missy’s been telling me to ask you forever and I just feel like -”

“Marcus,” you grinned at him as you reached up and held up a finger to his lips, “you’re rambling again, silly. I’d love to. I’d love to go out with you.”

“Seriously?” his eyebrows raised in surprise as you just nodded. Needless to say, he was not expecting this - any of it. 

“Seriously,” you confirmed, “come on, Mr. Force Hands, give me your phone and I’ll give you my number.”

“Okay,” he looked at you with nothing but soft hope in his eyes as he fished out his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. You let your hand brush over his as you took it and quickly saved your number for him, “I...yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” you agreed, “but don’t actually forget to text me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he breathed out easily, “besides, I owe Missy twenty bucks now and she’ll never forget it. We made a bet - she said I’ve never get the nerve to ask.”

“What a pleasant surprise,” you grinned at him, “now come on. Come around the counter and I’ll show you how to wrap properly.”

Marcus shuffled around the counter and you pointed to the spot you had previously occupied. Moving behind him, you paused for a moment before reaching around him to put your hands over his and help guide him. He swallowed thickly at your tender touch, trying to keep himself composed. 

“Now,” you said softly, “do it like this.”

It was definitely not what Marcus had expected to come out of this evening - but he was so glad it did. Finally. 

Maybe not being able to wrap presents wasn’t such a bad thing after all.