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angelbroad · 1 year ago

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The Night I Fed You Your Mother's Heart

TW: Descriptions of violence, referenced abuse, cannibalism

The break room smelled of cigarettes and anxiety. It was here in this well kept, yet suffocating room that Camille had found herself in along with Vincent. She didn’t smoke, the vile clouds irritating her throat and lungs. She, instead, lit her friend’s cigarettes whenever he felt like he needed the sensation of nicotine.

Yes, Vincent, he was a strange one indeed. Camille found herself drawn to him ever since their first class together in this culinary school. It was not a romantic interest, not at all, it was more like finding a kindred spirit. Broken homes, physical disabilities....hers more obvious than his.

Vincent couldn’t taste, he made that known to her from day one. He was a very closed off person, rarely speaking and mostly focusing on his work. Their first interraction had been during a pastry assignement, where they made profiterole. He was the only student that was willing to approach her. In a way, Camille couldn’t blame her kitchen mates, her unnaturally tall height and elongated limbs would make anyone turn away. She hated how her bones and skin were stretched, like the limbs of the spiders that raised her inside the walls. It was disgusting, but not to Vincent. He treated her just as he would treat anyone else, and she could tell by the raise of his eyebrow that he was impressed by just how much she followed his instructions to the letter.

She liked to consider them friends after this. Camille would approach him to talk, and took the fact that he wasn’t turning her down or walking away as an open invitation for a friendship.

They talked about their childhoods, about Vincent’s mother and Camille’s father. Both figures they hated. They would hang out more and more, Camille visiting Vincent’s dorm at some point. She still lived in the long abandoned house, serving as a perfect disguise for her violent grocery shopping. Vincent’s furniture was much more comfortable than hers, and she accidentally slept on them more than once. The man always forgave her, though. He never minded how touchy Camille was, or her weird habits. He tried to teach her things like properly plate a dish, or how much time she should leave the macaroons in the oven.

Vincent Charbonneau was amazing. He would give her so much, and for that, Camille felt that she should repay him....greatly.

“What are you thinking about?”, Vincent asked, bringing Camille back to the present.

She hummed, “Nothing. Macaroons.”

Vincent made a noise between a scoff and a chuckle, “Right.”

The man put out his cigarette on the nearest ashtray before turning to Camille.

“Our finals are coming soon.”

She nodded, “Yes, I know that.”

“Are you...free tonight?”

Camille tilted her head, much like a curious dog would, “Why?”

Vincent inhaled, “Look...you know I can’t taste so, do you mind being my taste tester for some possible dishes I am planning?”

Camille gave him a signature wide smile, complete with a salute, “Yes, chef!”

This time, Vincent actually chuckled, arms crossed, “Save that for when I am your actual boss, Camille.”

It was like eating a full course meal at an actual bistro, and like always, Vincent proved himself more than worthy of bearing the title of chef. It was ironic how someone with no sense of taste could make food this good.

Their fun night however, would be spoiled by the very much unneeded visit from Vincent’s mother. Or at least, her attempt at a visit. Camille had went to open the door, blocking her from entering as soon as she opened it, and shutting the door completely once Vincent ordered her to.

She was filled with absolute disgust as she heard how his mother had treated him, how she was the reason he had lost his taste in the first place, and that was more than enough to bar her entry as soon as she saw her face.

“Just...don’t let her in the next time she comes over, got it?”, he asked.

“Of course.”, she responded, her eyes staring at the wall and her pupils constantly changing size as the gears in her brain grinded together. She looked down at Vincent, who was sitting on a chair, and put one hand on the table. “Vince.”

He looked up at her as she continued.

“If you want me to...I can kill her for you.”

The man gave her a confused look, seemingly not believing her. He sighed, leaning on the table.

“Did I...say something wrong?”, she asked.

“No.”, Vincent responded, “Just don’t say those things with anyone else.”

“Yes si-Vince. Yes Vince.”

Vincent himself felt odd about Camille Bouchard. She was probably the only person that understood his struggles, and she accepted him despite his unpleasant, in his mother’s words, attitude. She followed orders like she was a doberman, and she always agreed to everything he would ask of her. In a way, it was comforting to have control over someone so...dangerous.

It was no secret to him, from day one he knew something was wrong upstairs, but he did not seem to be on that woman’s list. In the beginning, he was willing to be around her because of that fear. However, soon he found himself actively seeking her out, her cheery attitude and oddly touchy habits making her pleasant company. She would fall asleep over at his own house more than often, and she herself made a comfortable pillow to lie on. Not that he would ever tell her he used her as one out of embarrassement.

She started acting weird after his mother’s unwanted visit, finding her more distracted in the classes of the following days. After their finals, which they both passed with flying colors, Camille made a proposal on their way home.

“Hey, Vince?”

“Hm?”

“It might come off as a little odd but, could you come by my house tonight?”

Vincent raised an eyebrow, she never invited him over to her house, “Sure, but what is the occasion?”

“Our freedom, of course!”, she said, “We successfully passed culinary school, and are now officially chefs.”

“Mmmhmm.”, Vince slowly nodded, squinting his eyes up at her.

“So, I decided to repay you for all those meals you made for me over the two years we’ve known each other.”

“By doing what?”

“Making you a meal!”

“Oh?”

“Yes, let me cook for you!”, she cheerily responded, earning a raise of the eyebrows and a small smile from Vince.

“What will you be cooking?”, he asked.

“I was thinking, braised heart.”

“Sounds lovely.”

When Vincent dropped by the house, it was already dark out, and he would be lying if he said the house did not look intimidating, because it did. But then, he questioned why Camille would choose to stay in this house that looked close to falling apart. He sighed, hesitantly walking up to the house through the garden of tall grass and knocking on the old door.

The door creaked open, Vincent catching a glimpse of Camille’s brown eye through the darkness.

“Vince! You uh, came in early..”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

“Oh no no I just....didn’t start yet.”

Vincent rolled his eyes. This woman was terrible with time management.

“Can I come in?”

“Yes yes, sure!”

Camille let him in, and he followed her through the contorting halls. The further they went the more Vincent realised how bloody Camille was. She was wearing the standard chef’s uniform, but most of the blood was on the rubber black gloves and apron she was wearing. Eventually, they came to a more civilised room that served as a kitchen and a small dining area. Vincent went to drag a chair for himself as Camille went past him and to the countertop. The room was decently lit, but had many dark corners. How did she live here?

“Sorry about the mess.”, she said, “I don’t get many living visitors.”

“That is a....weird remark to make.”

She let out a short laugh before pulling out a large knife, digging into meat he couldn’t see, “Yeah.....yeah..”

He raised his eyebrow, “You...are using pork for this, right? You do know this is the standard meat for braised heart.”

The slicing of the meat stopped, Camille straightening her back as it was still turned to Vincent.

“Vince.”

“..Yes?”

“You told me you couldn’t taste anything, right?”

“Yes..where is this going?”

Camille sighed, lifting up a bloody hand, “I have eating habits that would be considered....unnethical, by most people. But I found that depending on the relationship I had with them, the taste of the meat was different...more savoury.”

Sweat started to form on Vincent’s forehead, swallowing down his building concern.

“And I thought...maybe I could help you, too.”

“...In what way?”

Camille finally turned around holding the freshly ripped heart, which looked nothing like a pig’s. Which was confirmed as she stepped to the side, allowing Vincent to look at the freshly dead body of his mother, her chest split open like a bloody flower.

All he could muster was a wide-eyed gaze as he looked at his deceased mother’s hazy eyes as Camille worked on the braised heart, neatly placing it in front of him. The cooking process made it impossible to see it was a person’s heart. The woman let go of the plate, a little blood staining the rim.

“Please....try it...”

Vincent looked up at her, her lanky body shaking in anticipation. Vincent looked down at the plate, she had followed his plating tips. He took a knife and fork, and cut a decent bite off the heart, slowly placing it into his mouth. He chewed, and he swallowed.

“...It still tastes like nothing....”

The two stood in silence for a few painful minutes before Camille slumped in a chair next to him, bringing her bloody hands on her face.

“...Stupid..”

“Do not say that.”

“H-Huh..?”

“This....might not have worked but...you did something like this, because you wanted to help me.”, he felt a lump on his throat, getting emotional, “...Thank you.”

Camille’s eyes lit up, giving a wide, but sad smile, “I uh...I’m sorry I could not make her taste.”, she looked back at Mrs Charbonneau’s corpse, “I can throw this away, then.”

“Throw it away?”

“I hate the woman.”, Camille explained as she fired up the incinerator to burn the woman’s corpse, “I know better than to taste the bitter flesh of hers.”

It clicked for Vincent. Le Boucher Des Gens.

“Camille. You are in your twenties, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“The Butcher’s killings can be traced back twenty years.”

“......Yes. Since I was seven.”

Vincent did not talk about this topic anymore, but now, he was gifted a new philosophy. Perhaps, if her found the right person, like Camille suggested, he could finally taste again. For this reason, he decided to keep Camille close, even at his bistro. She took care of his problems, like she was a dog that answered to no one but him. A provider of the highest degree, and an individual that always had his back.

Yes, he was truly lucky to have such a monster under his thumb.

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snitchbo · 2 months ago

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Bro, i need friends. So bad. My old online friend group disbanded months ago and all i have are mooties now

I crazy human interraction.

This is an open invitation, especially to moots

#the secret 6th yap layer

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veyette · 1 year ago

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Dream dragon AU by milder-manners (check it out, there is good world-building, beautiful concepts and just as nice strip pannels drawn by them) theory

Okay, I'm going to try my hand here because I'm not sure how much people will think it's spoilers if I ask but I still want to get it out. This is more a jumble of thoughts than a true theory about what will happen

First, there is the (to me at least*) open secret that Dream is the white dragon since the first pannel and the prophecy implies he will tranform himself sooner or later (but can he already ?)

Dragons hybrids can shapeshift (thanks to vow this is now a fact (aka, her being a human silhouette then having a large tail in Dream's flashbacks) + the author confirming that some magical beings can shapeshift)... but it also said it's something you have to train for, even if genetical grounds matter a lot. So is that why Dream try to steal the End info, to power up his own strength ? Is it for himself, as dragons- nature can makes them want to hoard knowledge (on that note, is that the same motivation than vow ?) or is it to be able to get revenge (especially since we now know for sure he comes from Deepheart's capital)

Which brings me to a second theory : Dream's presence in Deepheart (2 things)

1. Magic : Wardens seemed very careful about who could learn the death magic. It seems logical than only a very few can learn it, aka the Ancient Council. I doubt another hybrid than warden (especially a cow hybrid since they aren't supposed to have magic) would be invited to learn it. Was Dream ever interested in this if he likes hoarding knowledge ? Could he try to study it even if his magic doesn't resonate with it ? Or maybe it's just a coincidence and he never had an interest in this kind of stuff (but ok, I'll admit the dsmp impacted my theory with c!dream and all that. Idk how much it ties into pure warden lore. But the death link is there and I don't want to close the door on this too quickly)

2. Growing up - dream's parents and heritage.

I want to be clear I may be wrong and the author may want to take us in a very different direction, but the white horns, the prophecy, the fact Dream is fireproof and that usually when you follow a guy you know is the hero and makes himself pass for a prey hybrid... all those makes me 99% sure about what Dream is supposed to be.

Where it's interesting is that dragons hybrids are rare, and that it's genetics that make an hybrid. So Dream's parents should be dragons hybrids too : what were they doing in Deepheart and why didn't they survive ? It may be that they weren't lucky genetically and weren't fireproof, or died from buildings falls, but maybe they weren't even there, Dream already alone at that age. Tried to know a bit more about dragons habits with their kids but seems like I was too sneaky with my formulation :')

Anyway. If Dream had parents keeping him safe, what were they doing in Deepheart ? Were they interested in magic too or trying to live a normal life (possible, but uncertain seeing how they are characterized so far). If his parents weren't there : why is Dream there, has he been left there voluntarily ? Why Deepheart especially if the Empire seems interested in the End, he would have been more in his place there. Unless his parents didn't know he was a dragon hybrid (which, they could both had recessive dragon genes which could explain the whiteness).

It could be an easy plot point where the author just needed a town to put Dream in that the Empire would attack but I think they wouldn't mention sculk magic that way and the importance of Deepheart if there wasn't more to find.

...I feel like an old crazy geeze trying to analyse this lmao, feel free to interract if you have more ideas to explore or points you disagree with

#w.d.a #initials of the au bc i don't want to appear on the tag and i'll be real i post this so i can have an official record for myself of theory

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midnxght-sweet-time · 2 years ago

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(Charac Interaction i dont know if ur request are open because i cant find it and im dumb :’))

Joseph! did you know you’re my favourite hunter? Youre really cute kind and handsome i would love to hang out with you if we have the time! > <

❦︎A/N: Just look at the invitation(my pinned post/blog profile) sweetie. I dont normally take requests but im feeling generous this time around so i opened a small Idv request event. Theres 3 slots left if you like to request either a drawing or a writing of your fav characs!

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Joseph Desaulniers

"Hah, Im not so sure if 'kind' is the right word to describe me."

The noble hunter brush the lose strands of hair that has been loosen from it's fabric confinement. His shallow eyes stare back at you. Its plain yet majestic blue glows for you. Without pupils to indicate his emotions besides a simple flick of his eyebrows, you can't tell if thats his indifference towards you or simply contemplating.

After a brief moment of silence as you watch him re-adjust and arrange his lucious white locks, he smiled with eyes closed. A soft expression that eases your insecurities. The kind gentlemen you complemented about was right infront of you.

"Nonetheless, je suis flattée."

A small spark of excitement caused heat to rise up to your cheeks; a blush smothering your face and reflects the light from the window. Birds chirping outside to fill in the silence, watching you two interract like a romance movie.

A sly chuckles escaped his lips. His smile grew ever so slightly as his eyes slowly fluttered opened to look at you. "Well–" he mumbled, the breeze carrying his words to your ears as he looks away to the distance. A lone grandfather clock stands at the end of the hallway, the large pendulum swinging patiently as if also waiting for his response.

He turns back to you, his smile still present as he left out a hand towards you.

"Alright, I suppose I have the time to go on a morning stroll."

His hand locks onto yours, the way his slender fingers encase your smaller ones like a perfect fit of a puzzle piece. Before you could say anything to express your gratitude, he suddenly came closer. His face inches away from yours in a split second leaving you no time to react. His expression never changed, but the emotions held inside those mezmerising blue has turned to a slightly darker hue. They bore into your innocent ones with such hunger you familliarize yourself with every hunter.

His was no exception.

"I'd have to say though, how bold of you to step foot in the hunter's wing— mon jolie petite proie."

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cersworld · 3 years ago

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how much game i think the members of the boyz have:

sangyeon

9/10

would definitely be late to the first date becayse he actually forgot lol

would pay for your chicken nuggets

gives polite gym bro vibez

definitely a himbo

scary guard dog privileges

midnight drives kinda guy

jacob

10/10

literally perfect

would definitely take you on a picnic date as a first date

would be the kind of guy to remember the little things

it's giving 3am conversations, travelling, street food and busking

this man is the walking, talking definition of a green flag

younghoon

3/10

no game but he's nice and sweet

would apologise when he's in the wrong

giant man with the intimidation level of an ant (but hey some people are scared of ants 🤷‍♀️)

would pay for your drink and take you out for steak

you'll have to start the convo

seems like he would compliment you a lot

hyunjae

2/10

gives 'where's my hug' vibez sorry not sorry

definitely gets all his jokes and pickup lines off google

wouldn't pull your seat out for you

would open the door for you tho

would either write a whole script for the date (imcluding your lines) or completely wing it

i feel like he'd wear a suit to the first date, no matter what it was (i.e. even if it was a picnic date or a library date, he'd show up in a suit)

juyeon

4/10

is definitely the guy who would accidentally invite his friends to a date

unconsciously gives you scary guard dog privileges

would call you cute and pat your head

probably would be late to the first date

would hold the door open for you

never jealous, always confused

like if someone started flirting with you he'd just be like 🧍‍♂️ᵒᵏᵃʸ.....

kevin

7/10

would be that blind date who ends up becoming your best friend

would blast beyonce and ggs the whole ride back to your house

definitely a cheek kiss and warm hug kinda guy

would give you deep compliments yk? like not just about your appearance :/

the kind of guy who’d make a playlist for you

would be the bf who knows all the tea

it's giving stargazing and painting

chanhee (new)

9/10

wouldn't order for you and won't judge whatever you order

would be the better dressed one

would take pictures of the food but wouldn't post them? yk those people?

seems like the guy to compliment you on the little things

only downside is that there probably wouldn't be a second date :/ (on your part)

unintentionally intimidating

changmin (q)

3/10

he's trying his best :(

it's just that his best includes horror themed date ideas so....

to each their own?

would be the guy who accidentally forgets his wallet

also the 'i know a guy' guy

haknyeon

6/10

would be the blind date you stay im contact with because he knows where to get the best food

very sweet, gentle and funny

would make you go on dates with other people for the free food ( would also tell you to bring him some

would invite you over to his house for the second date and show you pictures of his family and pets and stuff

would tell his parents about you

sunwoo

0/10

man has, and i mean this in the nicest way, no game

has a boyish charm? ig

he gives off the vibes of one of those dudes who annoy the girls they like

would definitely imitate ur laugh

$10 says the only girl he's ever interracted with irl is his sister

loud but gentle

really bad with words which usually ends up overshadowing his good actions

eric

6/10

definitely believed in cooties as a kid

very sweet :)

would be the guy to prioritise your comfort over his wants

would also accidentally kick a soccerball at your face

would take you for lemon mirengue pie as dessert on your first date

clumsy in the most endearing way

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sweetlullabyebye · 2 years ago

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Ok so here are Stranger Things dynamics I really really really want to see (Dustin and his gay dads and Max and her lesbian moms being a given):

Lucas and Steve. We know Steve went to his basketball match, now I want him to take care of the Sinclair siblings (what with Erica being part of the Ahoy group), drive them to matches, argue with Eddie to move the campaign to another day so they can cheer on Lucas' game, all that. When Lucas gets overwhelmed for some reason, feels misunderstood or just had a bad day, Steve drives them to a nearby fast food and they get fries and burgers while discussing about basketball, relationships and stuff.

Eddie and Eleven. I saw a really cool post (i don't remember the user sorry) with Eddie explaining to Eleven that she can cover her tatoo if she wants, and now I want them to be friends.

Eddie and Will. Duh.

Nancy and Erica. Don't ask me why, but I feel like both would secretely find the other kind of cool, and roll their eyes at the others while making deductions. Don't ask me, idk either. Also Erica reads her articles and gives her suggestions or says snarky comments to help improve them.

Steve and Jonathan, from enemies to awkward friends -also both are Nancy's ex according to my Ronance fan self, so there's that-, watching over the kids -also Steve tries to support Jonathan's love for photography, while Jonathan is thankful for him driving the kids, including Eleven and Will, to school-.

Argyle and Steve. The confusion. Just. The confusion.

It has been said before, but Robin and Will! Robin supports Will fully and he supports her back, they get protective of the other and are ready to snap at anyone who disrespects the other.

Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike. YES, they are the original four, but I NEED more interractions, okay?????? Having their D&D games, shouting in the car when one of them is learning how to drive, passing their driving liscences at the same time, study groups, having sleepovers and being chaotics in museums. Just the party being the party and being a mess and watching Princess Bride and Star Wars and trying out karaoke and living loving laughing yk.

Lucas and Will. I feel like I've barely ever seen them together and that's a crime. PLEASE let them talk, have discussions, Will forces everyone to go to Lucas' games and Lucas buys him jars of dices for his birthday, makes an effort to have very detailed backgrounds for all his d&d characters because he knows Will likes learning about them.

Steve and Max; I've seen a post about how Steve would take Max to drive, and I STRONGLY AGREE, we need cool older brother for Max that isn't giving her lifelong trauma ok???? Steve helping Max to park, both of them screaming when the brakes stop working once, and then bursting out in laughter in the hospital after the airbags opened and knocked them out. Steve cheers her whenever she skates and she rolls her eyes, while still smiling.

Eddie and Max, still based on post, about how Eddie would get protective of Max and him and Wayne would invite her to eat (if I find the posts I'll try to put them at the bottom of this one) (otherwise if you know them please let me know). They're neighbours and I want to see that *-*.

Joyce and Eleven, actually. I mean, mother-daughter bonding when????? Going to the mall to find Eleven clothes that actually fit her taste, having talks in the car, taking Eleven to doctor appointments and staying with her during it, smiling reassuringly.

Suzie and Robin. Okay, might be weird, but yeah. I just want to see it -both are freaking geniuses too and I feel like Suzie could probably speak more than one language, so they start a conversation in like, latin or whatever, and Dustin is just complaining about not understanding anything and they both go "urgh, boys" before laughing-.

Suzie and Steve, with Steve acting like the protective dad and squinting at that small teenager that gives no shit about his approval and broke his ears singing 'neverending story' or whatever while they were on the brink of death. Him giving her the 'if you ever hurt my son' talk and she's just looking at him like -_-.

Dustin and Nancy. He found her cool before, wants her to get back with Steve, but as soon as his braincells connect and he understands neither her nor Steve wants to stay together, he becomes a hypeman for Steddie and Ronance. He forces his mom to buy a subscription for Nancy's newspaper. She, in return, helps him with his assignements and actually teaches him how to use a gun.

Hopper and Argyle, I'm actually kind of intrigued at how that interraction would go -Hopper might be happy to finally have an in-law that's not a Wheeler, while Argyle finds him super cool-. Hopper tells him about Russian prison and Argyle is just like, putting his thumbs up going "that's crazy man".

Nancy and Will, the "can use a gun and cares a lot about Mike" duo. When Nancy learns that Will loves Mike, she just hugs him and wishes him good luck with that. They go to shooting ranges and Nancy breaks a guy's fingers when he makes a remark. Will starts making short comic books and she manages to get them published, she buys every new album. She takes him to an exposition about Alan Turing.

Argyle and Will. Argyle becomes the stoner uncle/other older brother/in law, and doesn't hesitate roasting Mike whenever he feels like he's not being considerate of Will enough (callback to the airport scene). Will finds him very nice and Argyle teaches him how to drive the van (yes I like driving prompts a lot), and does a whole speech about not letting people give him shit about anything. They all go to a fair once and Argyle cheers for everytime Will shoots and wins, and buys him a giant ice cream.

Murray and Argyle. Murray still has no idea who he is, and is confused by Argyle's energy. They talk conspiracy theories together.

Robin and Jonathan, the ex vs the new girlfriend. Robin actually finds Jonathan alright, although she winces when she learns about his stalker past, and they bond while waiting for Nancy to be done with something, in a parking lot. Both are very protective of Will (actually, everyone is, but especially the both of them) and Jonathan reacts to Nancy and Robin's relationship with a "cool" before awkwardly explaining his and Argyle's relationship. Robin is one of the first to learn about it and they make a bet about how long it's gonna take Steve to figure it out

Eleven and Lucas. Yes, they were suspicieous of the other at first, but it's been a while now and Lucas decides to teach her basketball -she agrees to not use her powers, and they both scream in excitement when she manages to score a goal-. She's very attentive to his problems even if she doesn't understand all of it, and he does the same. They're the closest to Max and that's something they also bond over.

Jonathan and Hopper: Mike Wheeler's hate group (Max is in too), awkward at first but Hopper catches Jonathan high and starts talking about his own young adult years, they watch TV together for the news, and Hopper prints Jonathan's pictures and agressively shoves them in the other policemen faces like "LOOK HOW TALENTED MY SONS ARE"

Steve and Eleven: "listen young lady", Steve decides she deserves to be protected and not always be protecting, he makes her Eggos, and they make a list of things she likes to eat. Steve helps her with buying clothes, and lets her pick outfits for him -he wears even the most ridiculous of them-.

Jonathan and Eleven: the older brother, he gives her an awkward lesson about not hurting others and not doing drugs and she just goes "what about you?", he's trying to be supportive, she reacts to his relationship with Argyle by just frowning and accepting it, and he gives her rides to school and places while they listen to whatever they find. He glares at Angela and the other bullies and has a whole plan just in case it happens again -which involves threats and stuff like that-.

Steve and Erica: Erica comes every now and then to Family Video, and threatens him if he ever tells anyone she watches Grease. Every once in a while he'll drive her to Scoops Ahoy to get her her endless supply of ice cream, and she updates him on the rumors in return. She thinks he's pretty dumb, he thinks she's too sassy, they both get along well.

Mike and Hopper: it has been said and said again, but Hopper leading a Mike Wheeler's hate club and being absolutely furious that he's dating yet another one of his children. They're arguing a lot but did end up having a frenemies relationship, which means if anyone hurts Eleven or Will, they will unite to crush them, and Hopper gives the occasional hugs. They had to drive to a restaurant together once and it almost ended in a car accident. Mike started doing the Office stare whenever Hopper got annoyed and it made him even more annoyed.

I think that's all? Anyways yes, I want to see all of that and I know the Suffer Brothers are not gonna give it to me, so yeah.

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king-bito · 4 years ago

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Vanta Black is a butt

I’m sorry, this is my first Drabble or whatever this is, I didn’t proof read it, I don’t really know what my intention was here.. I’m not a writer, I do digital art, but there’s so little Shihai smut out there I thought I would add my bad writing to the small pile xD

I’m SO SORRY.

Pairing: Shihai Kuroiro x Reader

Characters are in their mid twenties.

Rating: Explicit

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Dub-Con, Predator/Prey Dynamic, Quirk use, Smut

It’s been a long day, it’s 10pm and you just exited the cinema alone, your friend, who decided to make the whole movie about kissing, making out, and blowing their newly acquired boyfriend, ditched you early in favour of going home with him.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be a third wheel. You’d resigned and accepted your fate, opting to take your time, grabbing a coffee at concession before leaving.

It’s Friday night and there’s still a buzz of nightlife, just barely starting to pick up. Luckily you lived nearby so you wouldn’t have to suffer atrocious cab fares, and the awkward conversations that you always felt cornered into.

You take a deep breath, finishing off the last of your beverage and tossing it into the trash and beginning your walk home, pulling together your jacket to ward off the cold bite of the night air.

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It’s only 2 blocks from your apartment when you hear what sounds like distressed meows coming from a dark alley. Was it a cat? Fuck, it’s too cold on a night like this to just ignore it. You aren’t the bravest person, and dimly lit alleyways threw up about a dozen warning signals, but these small, infantile kitten meows had you falter and pause.

Biting your lip, you decide to suck it up. You can’t abandon a little kitty out here..

Oh how wonderfully gullible you are.

As you near a filthy dumpster with so many tags on it you can’t even make out a single letter, a cold breeze makes you shiver, it travels up your spine making you feel unsettled. For some reason the meows stopped when you began to enter the alley, and as you pull your arms around yourself for comfort to try and quell the fear, you peer around some stray boxes and trash bags, hoping to locate the abandoned animal.

You let out a gasp as something moves, you suppress a scream and tumble back against the brick wall, panting, heart beating rapidly.

There is nothing.

You swallow, you must have imagined it right?

Suddenly you feel something warm grab your wrists from behind, instinctively you try to pull forward but whatever is holding you is like a vice. Looking down you see pitch black hands wrapped firmly around your dainty wrists and then a low, whispering voice hits your ear.

“Hello little mousy~” Out from the dark brick behind you, a mans face with charcoal pigmented skin is pushing out from the darkness, his deep, dangerous tone terrifying and a little too provocative. Your first reaction is to bolt, and as you yank yourself away (purely at the mercy of this strange man in a wall letting your wrists go), you fall to the ground, turning to back yourself up against the opposite wall, resting on your now scraped palms. “W-what the hell?!” You stammer, taking in the sight before you.

Oh how cute.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, hoping to draw the attention of someone, anyone, nearby.

...

A deep chuckle cuts through the cold silence between you, and you watch as the head moves forward, more of his body emerging from the wall, and now, you get the chance to fully drink in his features. He’s handsome, well, what little you can make out in the low light against impossibly dark skin. His eyes are hooded and seductive, they study you with each breath you take. His lips are lightly pursed into a small smirk, they look perfect on his sharp jawline. His face is framed by a mop of thick silver hair that flicks out in an unruly manner over his cheeks and the back of his neck. The man is clad in a black coat, grey denim jeans, and a low cut v-neck tee, where you can make out his defined collarbones disappearing beneath the lapels of his long coat.

“Aww.. did I scare the poor little thing?” The man coos out gently, and the twisted smile he wears tells you very clearly this was all just fun cruelty to him.

“O-Of course you did! Who the fuck does tha-“

“Shihai” he interrupts you.

“What?”

“My name is Shihai Kuroiro, but you may call me Kuro.”

“I don’t give a damn what your name is.” You blurt out, getting yourself back to your feet and pressing yourself against the cold brick as if it would get you any further away from this..thing.

“You should. You will. Pretty thing like you couldn’t help but come to the pitiful little meows of a kitten, you didn’t even think, did you?”

“I-I…”

“I’m not even very good at making those sounds.. and yet you wandered all the way down an unlit alley, where oh, I don’t know…” Shihai steps forward and places his palms either side of your shoulders. He’s taller than you, lean, but sturdy in build, and his every languid movement was filled with its own strength and purpose. “...anyone could take advantage of you."

"I saw you in the cinema," He continued."you and your so called friend, she certainly had a good time, didn’t she?” He muses, leaning down so his wild grey-ish locks tickle your temple, his breath fanning over your neck as he spoke.

You can’t help but go red at the closeness, there was no doubt he was hot, he was very much your type and when was the last time you had a good fuck? Too long, that was for sure. But this guy was being a real creep! Not to mention scaring you half to death like some sort of twisted predator…

“Such a shame they didn’t invite you along with them.. then again, if they had, I wouldn’t have been able to get you alone like this… so cute, so flushed.. and my.. so easy.” He growls darkly, carding his fingers through your hair, and slowly curling his hand into a fist to grab a handful and yank gently. “Have some fun with me…” You knew this wasn’t an offer, but an inevitable demand, and against your quickly disappearing better judgement, you nodded meekly. Fuck it.

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The next few minutes are a blur, as you find yourself naked beneath Shihai, panting and mewling as his mouth works your nipple, sucking and nibbling while his hand massages and kneads your other breast. “K-...Kuro…” You gasp, arching your back and grabbing a fistful of his hair. You throw your head back and pant to the pulsing in your core, deft fingers of Shihai’s free hand thrusting in and out of you while curling them expertly.

The man is ravenous as he attacks that spongey spot inside you, his mouth hotly working up your neck and leaving an all manner of marks in his wake. You let out a guttural moan, writhing underneath his frame, pressing your chest to his and rocking your hips against his fingers, chasing your orgasm like a woman starved.

So Shameless

You weren’t quite sure how he got you to this room so quickly from the city street, no doubt it had to be some weird quirk that came with his abnormal allearance but you were hardly complaining once he stripped you, and himself down and practically threw you onto the bed to jump you.

“So beautiful.. so good for me, little mouse…” he coos, growling shortly after as he notices your body giving him telltale signs of your impending release. “Kuro.. please.. I-I’m..” You whine loudly as he pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, ceasing his administrations in full and repositioning himself above you. “Uh-uh-uh..~” Shihai keens, tutting before capturing your mouth in a lust filled kiss and pressing his tongue to your lips, demanding access. Your pitiful whine of protest offers him the perfect opening as he slides his tongue into your mouth and dominates you entirely, a free hand pushing your hips down to stop your pitiful bucking. “Mmmphhh~” You moan into his mouth, running your hands up and down his chest and ribs, feeling the muscles move and tense and admiring each contraction as he moves to line himself up.

“You only get to cum on my dick, understand~?” His voice is smooth like butter when he breaks the kiss, bringing his hand up to lick your ample juices from his fingers in a lewd display. He nearly moans when he tastes you, eyes fluttering closed as he savours your taste, slowly and teasingly sucking every digit clean. “Oh.. so delicious, little one. I’ll be sure to clean you up properly when we’re done…” He grins, sliding his tongue out of his mouth provocatively, causing you to whimper.

It’s only when you feel his hips move do you realise he had slowly been lining himself up with your dripping entrance, rolling them to push the tip of his leaking cock into your stretched hole, the movement drawing a long, loud moan from you. Fuck, you didn’t even get a good look at it in the heat of things, but fuck if it didn’t feel massive as it slowly stretches you out around the sheer girth.

Shihai hums contently, clearly holding back his sounds in favour of composure and control as he slowly, smoothly, sheaths himself into your heat. The stretch hurts, and is taking a little too long to grow accustomed to as you look up at the stunningly biz are creature above you. You raise a hand to his cheek, admiring his smooth warm skin and slight changes in shade as he grows hotter and hotter from the workout, and you offer the first gentle touch of the night to him, as re-assurance he can move, yes, but also an attempt to connect, and as his eyes dart to you’s, you swear you could see his cheeks reddening a little.

Shihai shakes his head and lowers himself down to bite and nibble at your neck, slowly beginning to rock his hips back and forth. “So.. so tight, you really are a sweet little thing aren’t you” he manages between thrusts that grow in intensity. “Fuck, you’re practically sucking me in, beautiful.” he grunts, a shudder racking his spine as you continue to touch him tenderly.

“A-ahmmm… Kuro!” You groan, breaths becoming an uneven pant, you lean back to give him better access to your neck and guide his hand up to your breast again as you start to move your hips in time with his, lifting your knees to let him hit deeper and deeper inside of you. “I wanna… mmmmphhhh! Shit.. I need to…” you feel the tightness building in your stomach.

The pace quickens and the new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside of you. He’s bracing himself on one hand, and with his other, he’s squeezing and gently teasing your pebbled nipple beneath his fingertips.

“Hahn… gonna cum? Go on… you can do it. Cum all over my cock.”

You throw your head back again and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you with each thrust until your walls clench and contract around his dick, making it twitch and pulse as you both reach your high, coming undone at once.

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Kuroiro takes surprisingly good care of you after multiple rounds of intense orgasms, he cleans you up with a warm damp cloth, feeds you, and gives you water before you damn near pass out in his bed. As he settles in beside you, scooting up to try and make you roll over so he can spoon you, you reach up to cup his cheek in your hand, your sleepy expression sweet and lazy. “...You’re still a creep..” You murmur gently, causing him to look at you with a little shock. He opens his mouth to retaliate, but you cut him off before he can get a stupid cocky remark in. “...but this was amazing. Do you think next time we could start…. with an actual date?”

His mouth opens again, this time he’s speechless. “Wait.. r-really? You’d.. you’d like to…?”

“Shhhh…” you nod, smiling gently as you roll over and shuffle back into him.

What you’re too tired to notice, is the heat coming from his cheeks, ears, and neck. Shit, he thought if he could just remain in control he wouldn’t become a stammering blushing mess. You weren’t supposed to like him! Nor ask him out!

But you had to be a cute little sweetheart and flip the tables on his plan.

#shihai kuroiro #Shihai Kuroiro x reader #lemon #smut #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #vanta black x reader #first time doing this please go easy on me

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years ago

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could we mayhaps see chris as he just starts to get comfortable. tentatively interacting with people in the house for the first time, antoni being a nice roommate and helping him feel comfortable. jake trying to hold in his excitement that chris is properly coming out of his shell and interracting🥺👉🏻👈🏻

CW: Referenced drugging, neurodivergent character trying to “pass”, VERY vague referenced to past noncon, conditioned internal dehumanization/conditioned behaviors

Takes place directly after Chris Gets a Name

Tagging Chris’s crew: @burtlederp , @finder-of-rings , @endless-whump , @whumpfigure , @stxckfxck , @slaintetowhump, @astrobly, @newandfiguringitout

“Hey, Chris, you’re up.”

Oh, he forgot that his name is different now, that he chose one for himself. It felt like part of the fever, he hadn’t been sure if he actually chose a new name or if he just made that up.

“Chris,” He repeats, knowing he sounds like a parrot, and his eyes trail over to the curtains over the kitchen windows, gingham curtains, old-fashioned and homey like a family on TV that he watches with Sir some evenings, curled up with him, warm beneath Sir’s blankets and feeling perfectly, truly cared for when the games are over and he’s won or he’s lost and he takes the pill and is allowed just to be quiet and still and good and not scared-

“My name... is Chris, now.”

“Yeah, and it’s a good name. Everyone, this is Chris.”

He has met all these people at the table, but they look at him as though they’ve never seen him before, and he cringes back and away from their murmured greetings.

The tall blond man, Jake - who isn’t an owner, Chris understands that now, and he’s wearing a t-shirt plaid sleep pants - is sitting at the table and the boy’s eyes go immediately to the plates of biscuits with white gravy layered over the top, the smell of frying sausage heavy in the air in the kitchen, although an open window lets in a soft breeze and the scent of lilacs from a bush at the house next door.

The boy feels his stomach flip, uncomfortably unsettled. Miss Nancy smells like lilacs and Sir likes biscuits and gravy, has them every morning once per week, the boy thinks of days in the food Sir eats. Biscuits Day, Omelette Day, Cheese Danish Day.

Is it Biscuit Day here?

The others are at the table, too - not the older woman with brown hair, the boy could hear her talking to someone up in the attic when he first left the room.

He felt like standing for the first time in days, since he’d gotten so sick and hidden in the storage room. His legs wobbled, weak and weary, underneath him as he made his way downstairs but now, leaning against the doorframe and wrapped in a big fluffy blanket that smells like some man’s cologne but not Sir’s, he feels better.

“D’you want to sit?” Jake gestures at the table. There is one chair empty, the lady’s chair, but the other seats are taken by the other ones like him.

Not like him at all.

There’s one girl with a ponytail, wearing a big sweatshirt and sweatpants, looking at him with nervous wide eyes that seem a little too big for her face. The other girl has short dark hair in a bob and barely looks at him at all. There’s a boy, too, older than he is (they’re all older than you are) who has dark hair mussed-up and shadowed, faintly feline eyes that turn up at the corners just a little, a hint of a smile on his face. He looks at the boy directly, and gives a little wave with his free hand.

The boy lifts his arm just enough to give a wave back, then drops it again, curling himself even more tightly up in the blanket.

“Do I... want to... sit?” He paces his words, careful and calm, just like training. Try to figure out the expectations and deliver on them. “Should I...” He hesitates, swallowing hard. “In your... lap, Sir?”

The dark-haired girl chokes on her food and jerks forward, coughing into one hand, while Ponytail pats her on the back, whispers something into her ear. Both of them look back up at him, briefly, and Chris can’t tell if they hate him or pity him but their eyes are shuttered closed and he cringes away, ready to run back upstairs to the bedroom and the stuffed puppy he’s been petting while he stares out the window and wonders if he’ll be allowed outside, sometimes, here.

Jake clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh... no, man. No, you don’t... no. We’re not like that.”

“You will never be expected to do that here,” The other Box Boy says, his eyes on Chris’s, warm and inviting. “Jake is offering for you to sit in the chair.” His voice is low and deep, his words soft and slow and gentle.

They sink into Chris’s mind like the feeling of petting a rabbit’s ears, and he takes one step forward and then another.

“In the... chair?” He looks around at them all, trying to understand. “But, but, but but but I’m not allowed-” He flinches-

silence is better than stammering, darlin’

-but when he looks back up no one looks angry, just... curious, still. Maybe nervous. Are they nervous, too? Chris is nervous, he doesn’t know what any of this means or who to be, here, how to be anything but what he’s always been, the only thing he remembers how to be.

It’s been days since he had a pill and his mind feels normal again, running on all his tracks, and he notices that the sausage gravy looks heavily peppered at the same time he thinks that Jake has lots of muscles and the girls are very pretty but one has a scar over her lip and eyebrow and the other one’s hands are shaking and are they shaking because of him?

“You are allowed to sit wherever you please,” The other Box Boy says, gently. “Whenever you want to sit there. There is no allowed, here.”

Chris’s eyes skip from him to the girls, who give him small soothing smiles, and then to Jake, who has pushed the chair out a little in an obvious invitation. Jake feels safe, he feels like maybe a good kind of handler, like he will be the one to teach Chris the things he needs to know and won’t even have to hurt him to do it.

“I will... I will sit in the, the chair,” Chris says slowly, and moves into the room in a shuffle-step with the blanket still pulled tightly around himself. It’s a light blue downy fluff blanket that puffs out like the puffy vest Sir likes to wear on cold days - Southern affectation, I admit you can take the man out of the South but you’ll never get the South out of the man whispers his soft slick voice in the back of Chris’s mind - and he settles into the chair despite the bone-deep urge to slip to his knees, because he doesn’t get to use a chair unless it’s Sir’s.

“Chris,” Jake says, leaning over to squeeze his shoulder, and Chris closes his eyes at the brief warm touch that feels so good, so right. “You know I’m Jake. You’ve heard the other’s names but i’m guessing you probably forgot... this is Krista-”

Ponytail smiles at him, a little more warmly this time. Her eyes roam over his face and whatever she sees makes her smile even warmer. Chris had expected her to go cold. The other ones never like the ones like him. He doesn’t know that he’s ever met one before but it doesn’t matter, they all know that, they always tell you don’t even bother, they’ll all hate you in the end.

But Krista only smiles at him and says softly, “Hi, Chris.”

She’s so pretty, with the ponytail that swings over her neck and her wide, wide eyes. He wants almost to kiss her, but he doesn’t want to kiss her at all.

What you want is no longer relevant. What are your options now?

Be g-good, or... or be in trouble.

He can kiss her, if he needs to. He can be good.

“H-hello,” He whispers back. Jake gets up and Chris flinches at the sound the chair makes as it scrapes along the kitchen floor. He still feels a little shivery around the edges, like the fever wants to come back and is lying in wait. He’s tired and weak and it feels like one of the nights Sir plays games, except he feels like they don’t do that, here.

He’s in a shelter. This is a safe place for escaped pets, he tries to remind himself of what he was told when they brought him inside. They call him a rescue, now, not a pet.

“And I’m Leila,” The girl with short dark hair speaks next, leaning over to catch Chris’s eye. Her smile is more impish than Ponytail’s, and he could definitely kiss her, too, but there’s also a distance, there. She seems... cautious of him. Or maybe of everyone. “All our names we pick ourselves. I like yours.”

“I am Antoni,” The other Box Boy says, smiling calmly at him. “Are you hungry, Chris? Jake made us breakfast.”

Chris swallows, hard, looking around at the plates of biscuits and gravy. He can almost feel Sir’s fingers wiping a bit of gravy from the corner of his mouth. “Can, can I please...” He swallows, hard.

Calm. Quiet. Careful. Slow.

“Can I... please just have something else?”

There’s a silence, as the three other ones stare at him, and Jake is quiet by the stove. Then, with nothing but the same genial welcome in his voice, Jake says brightly, “We have Pop Tarts, would you like those? It’s just strawberry, but Leila likes them, so Nat keeps them on hand.”

“What... what’s a Pop... Pop Tart?” Chris asks, hesitantly, then winces. Is this something he should have known? Will he be in trouble?

Leila’s eyes light up. “Oh, God, you don’t remember them. Oh, Jake, give him one of mine!” She looks at Chris, right at him, and he feels the urge to cringe away and lean closer, both at once. “You have to-... you’re going to love Pop Tarts, I promise!”

“‘Love’ might be a strong word...” Antoni murmurs, and Krista shushes him with a little giggle.

Chris discovers himself smiling, a little, as Jake opens a little rectangular foil package and lays what looks like icing-covered sprinkle bread in front of him. He picks it up - it feels hard to the touch, like it’s overcooked, but all of them are watching him, now.

Sir has never fed him anything like this.

“Go ahead, man,” Jake says brightly. “Take a bite.” He drops back down into his seat, and Chris looks at him - strong and tall and muscular and nice-looking - and he thinks, I could be so good for you.

Chris picks up the thing and puts it in his mouth, takes a bite and chews. His eyes widen at a sudden burst of nearly chemical oversweet flavor, the crunch of icing and chewy bread part and then a kind of sweet filling like jam but it doesn’t taste like any jam Chris has ever had before. He chews and chews, it sticks to his tongue a little, but finally he swallows it down and stares at it, looking at the center full of a deep red something-or-other. It does look like jam...

Then he puts it back in his mouth and takes another bite.

“See, I told you he’d like Pop Tarts,” Leila says, almost smugly.

“No, you told him he would like Pop Tarts,” Antoni answers, humor lacing his voice. “And so he does.”

“You owe me, Ant.”

“We did not make a bet!”

“I’ll tell Nat to buy some more,” Jake interrupts, and Chris looks over at him and smiles around his mouthful, and Jake smiles back. Chris pulls his feet up to sit cross-legged in the chair, blanket tight around him, and starts to tap on his stomach hidden by the blanket where none of them can see to stop him.

“I, I, I I-I feel better,” He says after he swallows.

No one says anything about his words.

“I feel so much better.”

He really, really does.

#trauma recovery #trauma recovery whump #conditioned #conditioning #pet whump #memory loss #chris the strawberry blond romantic #jake the shelter guy #Antoni Sings Lullabies #Leila the Mermaid Girl #Krista Girl #recovering whumpee #oliver branch is gross #all comfort no hurt #box boy #box boy universe #box boy multiverse #tw: implied/referenced drugging

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lord-of-bitchcraft · 4 years ago

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broken-heroes-and-potatoes · 5 years ago

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Match-up for Kayla

Congrats, you just won one of the cutest person on earth!

Your match is Shoto Todoroki

Even if you tend to shut your door to people and keep them far away from you, you can’t let people suffer and you have to act right away when you witness a problem, even if you can put yourself in danger while doing it. That’s how you two got your first interraction in fact, when you pull a stray cat off a fallen tree branch while hiking alone, luckily Shoto happened to pass there because you almost fall with the cat in your arms five meters below

Todoroki can be a bit dense sometimes, so he will try to create a link in the the most naive way with you, sitting right next to you in the refectory or in break room, speaking with you casualy with very little talks or about trainning and homeworks. It would struck you a bit that he didn’t got the fact you like to be let alone, but it was a bit funny to see big bi-color eyes blinking at you questionningly when you don’t answer.

As time passes, you got used to his presence, and, don’t get me wrong, this boy knows boundaries pretty well, so if he ever feels something’s wrong or that you’ve got your dose of social life that day, he would leave you alone and do his best to keep people away from you too. Shoto knows what it is to just be in need of some alone time too, to refocus on oneself, think about all of those thing that went wrong in your life and what you can do to handle it..or just prevent yourself for an explosion.

Your insight made you realize how conflicted and bruised that guy was on the inside, he wasn’t a show-off, he was just a poor kid suffering in the shadow of a broken life already traced by abusive family ties and past. It soften you and you open this door you wanted to keep closed to him, without really realizing it was already done since long.

You embody a true hero will, someone who wants to fight for a better world, but lurks in the darkness far away from the spotlights, you don’t want to do this for money, for recognition or celebrity, but to make your ideals recognized and accept by everyone, for everyone, when he understood that, he realized his heart was beating way harder for you than he would admit.

You’re inspiring, full of warmth and passion, he admires how you fight for what you truely believe in, and how you stand on your position and conviction, but how quiete and discreet you are sometimes it’s a waste to have a so brilliant mind and that you’re too self-depreciated to share it with everyone.

By relentlessly fighting, you exhaust yourself to the bones, you need a pillar at your side, someone that would make you accept how strong and important you are, that you worth way much more than you admit. Even if you claim otherwise, you really need it, because sometimes you’ll fall, hard, and getting back on your feet alone isn’t easy, Shoto is ready to fight for this place, even if he won’t have to because his simple presence became a support whether you want it or not.

You like to think you’re a down to earth person, but it only reassure yourself, in fact, you has more a pessimistic eyes of the world rather than a just one, and Todoroki, with his somehow naive approach will allow you to see the world in a less darker side.

Your life in the BNHA World

- You and Yaoyorozu took quickly the habit to lend yourself books, it’s refreshing to see yourself in your room to share yoru thoughts about it afterward.

- Kirishima refuses to play with you anymore in any pvp game because you beat him everytime.

- You already fought half an hour with Bakugo about a banana because you were pissed and hadn’t got enough sleep that day.. A. Banana.

- You both fall asleep against each other in late afternoon, his head against you, while you pass your hands in his hair as he hummed slowly with a peaceful face.

- You often go take a walk together in the place of your first interraction, to feed the cat, you even gave him a little name you both keep secret ‘Katizawa’

- Todoroki invites you on his island on Animal Crossing, but he stopped playing pretty quickly because all of his residents hated him.

You are: A shadow sidekick Your quirk: You can make saliva bubble with your lips and imprison/immobilize ennemies in it. Runner-up: Mezo Shoji Friends: Fuyumi Todoroki - Tsuyu Asui - AmajikiTamaki Don’t get along with: Ashido Mina - Toru Agakure - Kaminari Denki Match-up from another fandom: Neji Hyûga - Naruto

#bnha match up #mha match up #todoroki match up #bnha x reader #mha x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto #bnha imagine #mha imagine #todoroki imagine #boku no hero academia imagine #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia matchup #todoroki matchup #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia x reader #mu hero academia matchup

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sansaorgana · 2 years ago

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— A MAN OF SECRETS

PAIRING — Obi–Wan Kenobi x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Your husband has secrets you were never supposed to know about but the visit of a mysterious stranger makes you eventually find out the truth.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — What can I say... I loved Obi in the Prequels but Ewan McGregor in “Obi–Wan Kenobi” was just fine as hell and him interracting with little Leia was just extremely adorable. 🥺 I couldn’t stop thinking about him actually being a father. 🙈

WORD COUNT — 2,900

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

A MAN OF SECRETS

Your husband was a man of secrets you couldn’t know about. There was an aura of mystery surrounding him – something that made you think that perhaps he had been some sort of criminal who was now hiding on Tatooine. The fact that he was avoiding the imperial troops as much as he could, only intensified that. But at the same time there was too much kindness in his eyes for you to believe it.

There was also lots of grief but that was another thing you weren’t supposed to find out the reason for. It felt like you had married a stranger.

Ben used to work with your father at Tibidon Station and you had been seeing him every time you were waiting for your father’s return to the city. You still remembered the first time you had seen him – you had asked your father about him because Ben had been new. There were rarely new faces around.

You had been waiting every day for your father, until one day he didn’t come back. All the men passed you by without paying any attention to a daughter desperately searching for her father. Ben had been the only one who approached you and told you about a tragic accident at work. Your father was dead.

You kept coming there anyway – it was done out of habit or perhaps a little infatuation for the kind stranger. You would only stand there and smile at him as he’d nod his head.

Eventually, you started inviting him for dinners. He reluctantly agreed and noticed how poor you had been. Your house was small and everything was broken inside since your salary wasn’t enough to keep the place in order.

Ben had promised to take care of you, which led you two to spending more time together. All this time, though, you had been the one talking. You had been telling him about your early life, your parents, your interests, your everything. He had been only listening with a kind smile and you quickly understood he was a man with the past.

Ben was older than you but you didn’t mind that. When he proposed to you, you agreed. It wasn’t a romantic gesture of any kind, more like a proper thing to do and a better way to take care of you.

You weren’t the only one he had been taking care of. The one thing he had told you about himself was that the boy living with Owen Lars’ was somehow important to him and he had to watch him. You found it a bit odd but you didn’t comment on that, only nodded your head.

“He’s not your son, is he, though?” was all you asked.

“Of course he is not,” Ben seemed to be shocked by the question, “but he’s a son of my good friend.”

“Alright then,” you smiled softly.

You loved Ben. He was calm and kind; taking good care of you. You weren’t sure if the feeling had been mutual but he would keep you close at night and often caress you – hair, cheeks, shoulders, hands… it didn’t matter. Another way of him showing his affection was kissing your forehead but you wouldn’t ask for more. He was a broken man. There was more to that grief he had been holding in his eyes and heart – he was having nightmares.

You assumed he had been through a war of some kind but he didn’t want to talk about that either.

He never wanted to talk at all and it was the worst thing about your life with him. You hoped he’d open up one day but it didn’t happen even after your daughter had been born.

Despite that, you couldn’t complain. Four years old Nola was the best thing that had ever happened to you in your life and you had never seen Ben smiling so widely before she appeared.

On that day you were coming back from the market with little Nola skipping alongside you on her way. You had noticed lately how she would often somehow lift the pebbles off of the ground without using her hands and giggle. It had been a very concerning symptom but you didn’t want to worry Ben with that for now; you had decided to deal with it yourself.

“Nola, don’t do that,” you scolded her and she allowed the pebbles to fall down on the ground as she pouted. “We’ve been talking about it. It’s weird,” you tried to explain in the best way you could. “Do you want me to tell your father about it?”

“I’m not hurting anyone!” she protested.

“Yet,” you pointed out and dragged her back home.

But when you entered the house, you heard male voices coming from one of the rooms. One of them belonged to your husband but the other one was the voice of a stranger. They were trying to be quiet but they hadn’t heard you coming inside.

“Nola, go to your room and don’t make a sound, alright?” you caressed her cheek and she nodded before running away. You put the groceries down on the table and approached the room where your husband had been, trying to overhear as much as you could.

“I can’t leave the boy,” you heard Ben speaking.

“This isn’t about the boy and you know it. You’ve made mistakes, we all did. It’s the past. Move on, be done with it,” you heard the unfamiliar voice. “You couldn’t save Anakin but you can save her.”

“And what if I can’t?” your husband asked.

“There is no one I trust more with my child than you. Please, old friend, for her. One last fight.”

After hearing that confusing conversation, you decided to intervene. You didn’t like the sound of it at all; the idea of Ben leaving you and Nola because of his past. Then, the mention of some child – another child in his life – it all had been too much for you.

“Excuse me,” you entered the room and both men turned around. Ben’s eyes widened and the other man – tall with dark hair in elegant clothes – took a step back at the sight of you. “Who are you?” you asked him.

“(Y/N), please, listen to me…” Ben started.

“What were you two talking about? What child? What fight? Ben’s not going anywhere,” you stood between them two like you wanted to shield your husband from that man.

“Your wife doesn’t know,” the man pointed out. “Don’t you think she deserves the truth?”

“The truth can get her killed,” Ben swallowed thickly as you furrowed your brow. What the hell was he talking about?!

“I don’t care about his past, whatever it was,” you drawled out, “but he’s staying here with his family.”

“Please, Obi–Wan,” the man pleaded for the last time before putting his hood on and walking out of the room and then the house.

Long, awkward silence occurred between you and your husband. You turned around slowly and faced him. He looked vulnerable, conflicted and a little scared of your reaction.

“Obi–Wan…?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. “Why did he call you that?”

“It’s my real name,” he admitted in a whisper.

“Mhm,” you nodded, trying to fight your tears back. It hurt… It hurt to find out how everything had been a lie. “Do you even want to be here? Do you even like being my husband and Nola’s father? Or are we just to pass the time and run away from the past?”

“Don’t say that,” he protested. “I love you two, it’s just…”

He didn’t finish as you both opened your mouths a little to stare at each other in silence. He had never said I love you before. Not to you, at least. And despite his affection towards his daughter, he was rarely saying it to her, too.

“I was taught not to love. It’s difficult,” he swallowed thickly eventually. “Bail was right, you deserve to know the truth but what I’m about to say may cost you your life. It’s not a joke, (Y/N).”

“Oh, believe me, I don’t think it is,” you crossed your arms and squinted your eyes at him, waiting for the explanation.

Ben approached you as close as he could and he looked around to make sure you two had been alone.

“Are those children yours? Owen’s boy and that girl?” you bit your lip, nervously. “Please, be honest with me.”

“No, they’re not,” Ben took your hands carefully and caressed them with his thumbs. His hands were rough from all the work at a sand whaling station but you had a feeling there were also many other reasons for that.

“Were you a warrior?” you sniffled your tears back and looked deep into his tired eyes.

“A Jedi,” he confessed almost inaudibly.

You furrowed your brow at first, trying to process that information. You hadn’t known much about the Jedi and most of the things you had been taught were unpleasant – they were weirdos, hermits and some sort of wizards with the ability to control The Force. Whatever The Force truly was… And they were responsible for the fall of the Republic as they failed during the Clone Wars. Corrupt and power–hungry with their main temple on the planet Coruscant.

But the man standing in front of you was nothing like that. He was your husband and you loved him.

“You should have told me,” you squeezed his hands tighter. “I wouldn’t have spent my nights overthinking your past.”

“I’m sorry. I did this to protect you.”

“I know,” you nodded and then you sighed as a brand new realization hit you. “So that’s why Nola is this way…”

“What way?” Ben furrowed his brow.

“She can make the pebbles float in the air,” you explained.

“I will speak to her. Those abilities are not for the world to see. Not anymore,” Ben sounded worried but the fact he would talk to her about it had calmed you down a bit.

“When will you speak to her? Before or after going away? Will you come back to us?” you looked down.

“Those children… Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa… They’re very special and important. I have to protect them,” he tried to explain.

“And Nola is not?!” you snapped and took your hands away from his grip. “She is your daughter, she needs you!”

Ben didn’t say anything to that, he was just standing there and looking like a beaten dog, which was making it even worse. You wished he would scream back at you and argue but no, he was just accepting every possible reaction from you like he had been aware perfectly well that he didn’t deserve any better.

That made you calm down and soften up. You tried to understand his point of view. He still had some responsibilities and duties.

“I’m just worried,” you whispered eventually. “I’ve lost my father already. I don’t want to lose you, too. What will happen to me and Nola if you don’t come back?”

“I will,” he cleared his throat and walked up to you to caress your hair gently. “Until then, please, have your eye on that boy.”

“I will,” you nodded. “Ben?”

“Yes?”

“Were you a good Jedi?” you cracked a smile through the tears.

“It is in the past now,” he smiled softly as his thumb wiped the tears off of your cheek.

“Mom, I’m hungry,” Nola’s whining made you two turn around and look at your annoyed daughter.

“I’m about to make dinner now,” you smiled at her and blinked a few times to dry all the remaining tears.

“In the meantime, dear, we have to talk about something,” Ben crouched down in front of his daughter. “It’s about that pebble thing you can do…”

Days were passing and you were becoming more and more nervous with each of them. Loneliness was not only making you sad but also anxious. It wasn’t safe for women with no protection on Tatooine and now you had a little daughter to take care of as well.

You took Nola to the library once, pretending that it was one of those educational trips parents were taking their children on. The library on Tatooine was small and very empty but you managed to find a book about the history of Clone Wars – you took it off of the shelf carelessly like it was a random choice for you.

These days, most of the information was stored in holograms but on Tatooine they still had paper versions of many books, which was actually giving you more privacy and was leaving no trace behind.

Nola kept running around the table you had been sitting at and flipping the pages of the book, trying to find the familiar name there.

You were reading the most fascinating chapter when the librarian approached you and you closed the book loudly.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Kenobi but little Nola is being too loud,” she pointed out.

“I’m… I’m the one who’s sorry, we are leaving now,” you cleared your throat and put the book back.

“Where is her father? I haven’t seen him in a while,” the woman asked another question.

“Ben had to leave for some time, visit his home–planet,” you lied quickly and gave her a fake smile before putting your hands on Nola’s shoulders to lead her out of the library.

“I’m sorry I was loud, mom,” Nola looked up to give you puppy eyes.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about that,” you caressed her cheek and smiled sweetly. “By the way, what did your father tell you about the pebbles?”

“That it must be our little secret. It makes it more special,” she chuckled and you nodded your head. But then, she got more serious. “He said that bad people could take me away if I get caught.”

You froze for a brief second. Ben would never say such a thing just to scare his daughter. He wouldn’t lie to her only to make her behave. There had to be a real possibility of danger.

You really wished he would be back soon.

Perhaps your silent prayers had been listened to because when you entered the house, you saw a familiar figure wearing a cape in the corner of the room.

“Daddy!” Nola ran into his arms with a huge grin on her face.

“Nola!” Ben crouched down to pick her up and hug her. “I’ve missed you so much, my girl, you have no idea.”

“And me?” you teased while leaning on the doorframe with a big smile at the sight of him.

“You too, of course,” he laid his eyes on you and you straightened your back.

The trip had changed him. He looked less vulnerable now and less broken. There wasn’t so much guilt in his bright eyes anymore like he had come to peace with some of the demons from his past. There was also a different kind of energy surrounding him – so much inner strength and firmness. Stability.

“Have you succeeded?” you asked mysteriously.

“The girl’s safe,” was all he answered and put Nola down. “I’ve just come back. I'll change and join you.”

You nodded and took excited Nola by her hand to go to her room. She took out the toys she wanted to play with her father with and you waited by the door impatiently. When Ben finally appeared there, you took him by his hand and closed the distance between you two to wrap your arms around him. He seemed to be surprised by that but he didn’t protest and he hugged you back.

“I was at the library today,” you whispered into his ear and he took a step back to look at you worryingly. “Don’t worry, I’ve been careful. And I still don’t know everything, I hope you will tell me,” your eyes sparkled. “General Kenobi,” you smiled.

“Shh!” Ben hissed at you. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I just mean, you should have told me. You’re quite a hero, aren’t you?” you fixed his shirt and furrowed your brow at something that hadn’t been there before – burn scars underneath. You looked up with a concerned expression on your face.

“It’s alright, don’t think about it,” he assured you and put his hands on your arms. “I will tell you everything one day, I promise. Just not today, I’m tired.”

“Of course,” you nodded and wrapped your arms around his waist to put your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Is it true that some bad people can take Nola away from us?”

“They’re searching for force sensitive people to recruit them. They make good warriors of the Empire,” Ben nodded. “But that won’t happen.”

“And if it does? If they come here?”

“If they come here, they won’t leave this place alive. I won’t let anyone hurt my wife and daughter, you hear me, (Y/N)?” he asked in a very serious tone. You had never heard him like that and you had never witnessed such a declaration leaving his lips. His newfound strength – or rather the old one he had recently remembered – was now visible in everything about him and it was making you feel even more secure than before.

Nothing in the whole galaxy could possibly hurt you when you had Ben Kenobi by your side.

MASTERLIST

#obi wan kenobi x reader #lilysfiction

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diary-in-disguise · 2 years ago

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Paranoia Paralysis 9/7/22

I feel a bit paralyzed and paranoid. I dont wanna open up because I had too much today. I would rather reserve it for my journal. I learned someone hated me in secret because i didnt invite them to my game server. But that space is for me only and i invite nobody there. Anyways, I am used to the dislike by now. I dont really care what some guy online thinks.

I had to open up to the brothers nurse today about building walls. I guess i will say something funny. "I didnt know I was Mexico, Trump built a wall on me instead!"

Anyways I feel awkward, too much interraction, stuff I didnt wanna know. I just would rather be alone with my art and work. Yes, work. Life got so bad I started doing my job. I will need to change that soon.

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samoyeddaniel-blog · 7 years ago

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Alone | Vampire! Lai Guanlin - Vampire Series

genre: fluff

member: Lai Guanlin

requested: yes

a/n: thanks anon for requesting! I think I’ve written so much angst lately so I need a little fluff for myself lol hope you like it anyway!

summary: he was always alone so you decided to approach him, fully aware that he’s a vampire.

vampire series: Park Jihoon | Park Woojin | Lai Guanlin | Bae Jinyoung

The new transfer student caught your eye since the moment he stepped into your classroom, introducing himself as Lai Guanlin. Not just you, but everyone was unable to look away from his blood red eyes. Mutters of disapproval erupted all around you instantly as soon as he went to his seat, which was next to you.

Lai Guanlin was a vampire - a creature that was feared by humans. Humans and vampires had been living side by side for a long time already but humans would never get used to it. They were still scared of them, although most vampires drank animal blood now to avoid more problem.

Which was why your friends were greatly against the idea of a vampire attending a school for human when there were many vampire schools out there.

You, however, didn’t mind having a vampire as a classmate. Since you were young, you had never been bothered with the fact that vampires lived so close to you. You’d never been that afraid of them to begin with. But that’s probably because they never actually attacked you or people you knew.

However, that’s not the reason why Guanlin caught your eye. You couldn’t help but pay attention to him because he was always alone. He was alone when it was lunch break, he was alone when he played basketball, he was alone when he did school work. Basically, he was alone whenever you saw him.

And that made you want to talk to him. Because no one seemed to want to initiate any interraction with him, which you couldn’t understand why. Yes, Guanlin was a vampire, but it’d been weeks since he went to your school and there hadn’t been a single accident. That was enough proof for you to trust that he’s nice. You thought it was just not right to hate every vampire just because they were vampires.

It was wrong to judge Guanlin only based on prejudice without knowing him personally.

You had mentioned the idea of talking to him to your friends, only to be told off by them.

“Are you crazy, Y/N? Do you have a death wish? He’s a freaking vampire!”

Ignoring your friends, you approached Guanlin at lunch break. He was sitting alone at the bench in the park, holding a bottle with a straw, so you thought it’s a good time to have a talk with him. You brought your lunchbox along with you, intending to accompany him while you were having your lunch.

“Hey,” you greeted Guanlin as you took a seat beside him.

Guanlin turned to look at you and nodded his head in response, but he didn’t say anything and continued slurping his drink.

Not wanting to give up, you took out your food and started eating while thinking about what to say next. Your mom had prepared your favorite food for today’s lunch, so you couldn’t help but hum loudly once you took a bite, causing Guanlin to snap his head towards you.

Instinctively, you offered your food, shoving a fried shrimp on a fork in his direction. “Want to have a taste?” Then you realized what you said and mentally slapped yourself. How could you forget that vampires didn’t eat human food? “Sorry, it’s a habit.”

However, Guanlin unexpectedly leaned towards you and put the shrimp into his mouth, much to your surprise. He winced in disgust as soon as he tasted it. Then he looked away to throw the food out of his mouth, putting it in a tissue paper, and tossed it into the nearest garbage bin.

“Yuck. It’s disgusting,” Guanlin commented and sipped on his drink, which was blood.

Taken aback, you asked, “Why would you eat my food?”

“Because this is the first time a human shares their food with me. It makes me happy.” Guanlin smiled sheepishly and his smile melted your heart.

You thought it would be nice to see that smile again, so you approached Guanlin more often to talk to him. Gradually, he started to open up to you and he’s actually a nice vampire, unlike what people thought of him.

Seeing you spend time with Guanlin during lunch break and talk to him in class, your classmates seemed to feel less intimidated by him. Some of them tried to initiate a conversation with him and some others asked him to join their clubs. You couldn’t hold back your smile when you saw how happy Guanlin was, surrounded by your classmates.

It’s really a good thing that you talked to him. You could see Guanlin’s smile everyday and you would never get tired of it. And the closer you got to him, the deeper you fell for him. It started as a crush, but now your heart fluttered every time he talked to you or smiled at you.

And suddenly, one day, Guanlin offered to walk you home from school. You got nervous because this was the first time he wanted to go home together. Your friends assured you that he probably just wanted to spend more time alone with you. Even so, you couldn’t stop your heart from beating so hard against your ribcage during your walk home.

“Y/N,” Guanlin said, breaking the silence.

Surprised, you nearly jumped. “Yeah?”

“I’ve been wanting to say thank you for being the first human to talk to me. Thanks to you, I’m able to make friends. They even invited me join their basketball club, can you imagine that? I was always alone. But now, I’m always surrounded with friends. No one has ever talked to me before. But you, you make this possible. Thanks a lot, Y/N,” Guanlin said sincerely, grinning the whole time.

“It’s nothing,” you said shyly. You barely caught yourself before saying as long as you’re happy.

“So…” Guanlin abruptly stopped walking, causing you to come to a halt too. Nervous, he started babbling, “It might too troublesome for you, but I’m just hoping if maybe I also have a chance. I completely understand if you don’t want to. You don’t need to feel burdened to answer. I just-”

“Wait, wait!” you interrupted because you couldn’t catch what he was saying. “Whoa, slow down, Guanlin. What did you say?”

Guanlin reached for your hands, taking them into his as his red eyes looking into yours. You nearly grimaced because of the sudden cold sensation, but you got used to it almost immediately. He easily brought a blush to your cheeks only with his sweet touch and gaze.

“I know well that I’m a vampire and you’re a human. People say we don’t match, but we won’t know until we try, right? Getting to know you is probably the best thing that ever happened in my life. And I want us to spend a lot more time together. Just the two of us. So, will you go out with me?” Guanlin must have been so nervous because you could his hands trembling in yours and that only made your smile even wider.

“Sure,” you said, grinning from ear to ear. You’re bubbling up with happiness that you began laughing joyfully. You still couldn’t believe it happening. You thought you could only dream about the day when Guanlin asked you to be his girlfriend.

Guanlin returned your smile and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. His embrace was cold but warm at the same time.

“The sun has gone down,” Guanlin suddenly said as he lifted his head to look at the sky. “I’ve been wanting to show you something after the sun sets.”

You looked up to face him, frowning. “Why do you wait until the sun goes down?”

“Because if there’s no sun, I can do this.” Guanlin smirked and effortlessly, he lifted you up like a princess. “Hold on tight.”

You did what Guanlin said and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. Then he started running, but he was incredibly fast that everything around you looked blurry. You had to close your eyes because the speed made you dizzy. He’d never run this fast in PE lessons.

And you finally understood what he’d meant. He waited until after sunset because he was weak in the sun and he only regained his power when the night came.

A few minutes passed and Guanlin stopped, putting you back down gently. “Open your eyes, Y/N.”

“Whoa.” was the only thing came out from your mouth when you saw your surroundings.

Guanlin had brought you to the top of the cliff where you could look over the whole city. The sight was amazing; the lights and the stars made everything look far more wonderful. You couldn’t take your eyes off the scenery before you.

“Thank you, Guanlin. It’s really beautiful,” you said, taking his hand in yours and rested your head on his shoulder as you enjoyed the view.

“This is my favorite place. I usually come here alone at night,” Guanlin explained, leaning his head on top of yours.

You detached yourself from him gently to make him face you. “But now you’re not alone, Guanlin. You have me.”

Right then and there, under the moonlight, you had your first kiss with your boyfriend, Guanlin.

a/n: I almost turned it into an angst scenario halfway. ALMOST lol what’s wrong with me~ but I managed to stay with the fluff until the end haha hope you like it!

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fluff #lai guanlin #lai guanlin scenarios #lai guanlin imagines #lai guanlin fluff #vampire au

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