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Kinkuary 10 Wooyoung — begging // mommy kink

➥ domme!Reader × sub brat!Wooyoung summary: Wooyoung bites off more than he can chew when he agrees to finally meet his online dom in person. wc: 6.4k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Reader, sub!Wooyoung (and he's a brat), begging, mommy kink, teasing, use of pet names (baby boy, sweetheart, honey, etc) handjob, oral (m receiving), and I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any! Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @dilfjohnny @fairylixie_0915 Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie @moonlightsora @cixrosie @hwarmony @kangfication Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: sorry this is so late, this is my first attempt at a true dom!Reader situation so please be gentle with me ;-; I hope you like it! Thank you to @ncteez for beta reading because Hon has a sub IDOL agenda. Please head over to her blog to read her works. She's incredible. I love you honeypot uwu as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Wooyoung checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that night. To say he was nervous was an understatement.

He was beyond nervous. Almost terrified.

Wooyoung prided himself on keeping his public and private life separate which is why almost no one, except San, knew he was even doing this. 'This' meaning meeting you.

San was the only person who knew you existed in Wooyoung’s life. He couldn't even bring himself to mention your existence to Yeosang, even after you became such an integral part of his life.

When Wooyoung and you met, it was through instagram. He'd been scrolling through the app for hours, using his private account rather than the public Ateez one.

It was only when he was close to closing the app that he happened upon one of your posts and it instantly drew him in. Your account was set to public but he soon learned that this was your main account and that you had another more… private account.

Upon seeing the locked down account, he got curious, especially after reading the description. He sent a follow request, not thinking much of it. He never expected to receive a DM.

That first conversation had him overwhelmed and intimidated but he felt a pull towards you. It was almost magnetic. The conversations after that went surprisingly well.

You managed to talk about a slew of things but it always ended back at sex although Wooyoung didn't mind. From what he saw on both your Instagram accounts, you were stunning. Exactly his type.

He was surprised how easily he folded under your command. He'd never been told what to do by a woman before and he actually liked being submissive to you. It filled him with a sense of pride when you called him "good boy" and told him he was being good for you.

He loved it and the feelings that came along with it.

Which is why he was so shocked when you asked him to meet you in person one day. You told him how you'd be in his part of Seoul for non domme related business and suddenly he was nervous but curious all the same. He suddenly wanted to know more. About you.

Like what kind of business you could have in Seoul.

After not much deliberation, he agreed to meet you. He only had one request for you.

He needed to be discreet because of his job as an idol.

Thankfully you didn't ask questions and instead understood the need to be discreet and private. You promised to find a place where you could meet privately and not jeopardize his career.

True to your promise, you found a small but very upscale place where the two of you could rent a private room and no one would bother you. It was perfect.

Wooyoung awoke early the scheduled day and took his time getting ready, thankful that San was going to cover for him.

"What are you telling them?" Wooyoung asked as he buttoned up the shirt he'd chosen, a black silky print long sleeve.

San glanced up from his phone, sitting on Wooyoung's bed.

"Some of your old friends are in town so you're going out to meet them and catch up," he answered, watching Wooyoung as he tucked the hem of his shirt into his pants and picked up his belt.

"And if they ask about girls?" San rolled his eyes. "You aren't a child anymore, Woo," he answered. "You know Joong and Hwa-hyung don't care about that." Wooyoung glared at his best friend.

"It's not Joong and Hwa-hyung I'm worried about," he replied. San cocked his head, imitating the way a puppy looked at their owner.

"Then who?" he asked as Wooyoung finished dressing and looked himself over in the tall mirror fixed the back of his bedroom door.

"Yeo-" Wooyoung started but jumped when the door suddenly opened and Yeosang appeared in the doorway.

The three stared at one another for a moment before Yeosang finally spoke. "You're dressed up all nice," he noted, looking his roommate over. "Where are you two going?" he asked.

San shook his head. "I've got a date with my computer tonight," he answered casually. Yeosang's attention turned back to Wooyoung. "And who do you have a date with?" he asked.

Wooyoung shook his head quickly. "No date! Just meeting up with some friends from Ilsan!" he replied. Yeosang stared at the younger man before finally nodding and moved to drop onto his bed.

"Okay, cool. Have fun," he said as he pulled out his phone and started tapping away at the screen.

Wooyoung glanced at San who shrugged. "Better get going," San said as he got up. "Don't wanna keep your friends waiting."

Wooyoung chose to take a taxi to the restaurant rather than the company van to keep the managers or anyone else from asking questions if he didn't come home that night.

The restaurant wasn't exactly out of the way. It was in the heart of Hongdae but Wooyoung understood what you meant when you said everyone would be none the wiser.

The entrance was in a small alley off a side street with only a small neon sign that read the name.

Wooyoung adjusted his mask and pulled the door open, stepping into a small entryway where a counter stood. Behind the counter was a doorway with a black curtain hanging, blocking the view from where he stood.

The walls were a pale green with a cool tone dark brown trim. The floors were the same dark brown as the trim. Accents and decor ranged from brown to white to gold.

The curtain pulled back and a young woman whom Wooyoung could only assume was the hostess smiled at him as she stepped into the room. "Hi, do you have a reservation?" she asked.

Wooyoung hesitated. 'Shit.' He'd forgotten to ask you what name the reservation was under. He pulled his phone out, squeezing out an apology as he tried to quickly unlock his screen and pull up your direct message thread.

"I'm meeting a friend of mine here," he muttered softly as she started typing a message. "Perhaps it's under Rose-Jung?" the receptionist offered, looking over her book. "I only have one reservation under that name," she added, looking up at him.

Wooyoung put his phone away, nodding. "That has to be it," he said, sounding equal parts relieved and suddenly nervous all over again. He was about to meet you for the first time in real life. Ever.

"Right this way," the hostess said with a smile and gestured for Wooyoung to follow her. He walked after her, catching a glimpse of a large dining room off the hallway before he walked past it.

The hall was long and narrow with at least three sliding doors along the way. At the back of the hall was a smaller hallway leading to the bathrooms. Opposite this hallway was a narrow wooden staircase that bent at ninety degrees.

Ascending the stairs was surprisingly difficult due to the small space but Wooyoung managed to keep up with the hostess and upon reaching the top of the stairs, found himself facing another hallway.

The hallway the hostess led him down was dimly light and before long, she stopped at a door and slid the door open before gesturing for him to enter first.

Inside the room was empty save for the furniture. It looked less like a restaurant event room and more like a lounge. The table was a small four seater set towards the wall.

Against the opposite wall was a low black leather couch that looked remarkably comfortable. Sitting before the couch was a low rectangular black wood table with a traditional tea set waiting to be used.

The wall opposite the door was floor to ceiling windows with dark olive colored shades that were pulled halfway down the windows.

"Your server will bring water in just a moment and there are menus on the table," the hostess said, gesturing to the small table. "When the rest of your party arrives, I will bring them to you," she added.

Wooyoung thanked her and watched as she slid the door shut and left him alone in the room. He decided to take a seat at the table and look over the menu. His eyes scanned the options and he noticed the prices were not included on the menu.

He wondered if it was some sort of mistake. Maybe he got defective menus? What kind of restaurant wouldn't put the prices on the menus? He was about to get up to ask the hostess when the door opened.

His eyes widened as someone who wasn't the hostess stepped through the door. It was you.

Wooyoung couldn't believe his eyes. It was actually you. You were here, right now, in front of him.

"Sorry," you said softly. "I hope you haven't been waiting long." Your voice sounded exactly as it did over voice chat from the few times you'd called him. But seeing your face and hearing your voice together was like a dream come true for him.

"Please look over the menu and when you've decided what you'd like, you may use the phone here," the hostess explained, drawing both yours and Wooyoung's attention. You thanked her and watched the door slide shut before turning to Wooyoung.

He was much more handsome in person. His account was a blank one with a few posts but nothing that would give him away. It was only after messaging each other for a bit and asking him to send a photo that you saw his face for the first time but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

You noticed he'd dressed up for the occasion and it made you relax, knowing you weren't the only one dressed up.

He had worn almost exclusively all black. His shirt was a silky material with a tiger-like striping pattern. His pants were black leather and tight fitting, hugging his body and showing off his thighs. He wore a simple black leather belt and plain black dress shoes. You could tell he'd chosen everything carefully.

Wooyoung watched as you removed your jacket and hung it up on a hook by the door. He allowed his eyes to briefly wander, taking in your attire. He was relieved to see you had also dressed up.

He admired the way your black mesh dress hugged your body, showing off your figure. Under the mesh was a nude colored lining and the material bunched up in places. It was an off the shoulder dress with long sleeves, showing off your shoulders and neckline.

The bottom hem of the dress reached just past your knees. For shoes you wore a simple pair of red nubuck pumps with pointed toes and a single strap that buckled around the ankle. The color was so bright and vibrant against your skin that it made him wonder what you'd look like in bed with only the shoes on.

He was drawn from his thoughts as you took a seat beside him. He was surprised you chose to sit adjacent rather than across from him. "It's nice to finally meet in person," you said, your attention now focused entirely on him. Under your stare, he suddenly felt nervous again, something that must have shown because you offered him a very warm smile.

"I can tell you're nervous," you said, shifting in your seat to face him more directly. "But I promise, you don't need to be. Think of this like meeting with a potential client," you added. "It makes the situation much more relaxed." Wooyoung nodded slowly.

"Do you meet with clients often?" he asked, realizing this was the first time he was speaking in front of you. You smiled and nodded.

"Part of my job is meeting with clients," you answered casually. "And what is your job, exactly?" Wooyoung asked to which you purse your lips. "I thought we agreed on no personal questions," you said simply. Wooyoung frowned slightly.

"That was until I had to explain my need for discretion," he retorted.

A look of understanding crossed your features.

"That is true. I suppose I could give you a general explanation of my job," you replied, sitting up a little straighter. "I'm an event coordinator for the company I work for," you explained. Wooyoung waited for you to continue.

"I travel on behalf of my company to meet with clients and potential partners for events my company hosts." The way you conducted yourself as you spoke was impressive and made Wooyoung hang on to your every word.

"So like a party planner?" he asked, making you laugh. "What?" he asked, worried he'd said something wrong. "That's a very plain way of putting it but essentially yes. I'm a party planner," you said, giggles subsiding.

"What sort of events do you plan?" Wooyoung said, suddenly very interested in your job. "Mainly galas, charity events, and holiday parties but sometimes I'm called to plan special events for my boss," you explained.

Wooyoung listened intently as you spoke and it was refreshing to find a man who actually listened to you. Most wouldn't do so, instead commandeering the conversation to speak about themselves. Wooyoung was the opposite.

During the conversation you had reminded him to order whatever he wanted, food and drink was covered under your work expenses as she filed she was meeting with a potential business partner, citing his employment under KQ Entertainment.

"Will my managers be notified?" Wooyoung asked, looking equal parts terrified and anxious. You placed a hand over his on the table calmly. "No. The only employer that will be notified is mine. You don't have to worry," you explained.

Visibly relaxing in his seat, Wooyoung looked over the menu again. "So anything I want?" He asked, glancing back up at you.

You nodded in response. "Whatever you want. It's all covered under my business expenses."

Wooyoung's lips pulled into a mischievous grin. "Well, What about you?" he asked. You cocked your head curiously. "What about me?" you answered.

"I know you aren't exactly on the menu, but what if I want to eat you instead?" Wooyoung asked, setting the menu down on the table.

'Where did that come from?!' he asked himself. 'When did you get so bold?'

The shocked look on your face lasted only for a moment before a smile spread across your face. "Settle down there, tiger," you replied. "You'll need that energy later."

Wooyoung's pants suddenly felt a little tighter at the mention of 'later.' He was really doing this. Meeting his online sexual partner, the woman who could make him cum with just words alone was more than a dream come true and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have the tiniest crush on you now that he'd met you in person.

The both of you settled on your orders, picking out food and drinks using the phone to order as instructed. The drinks and appetizers arrived much faster and soon, you and Wooyoung had migrated to the sofa. You'd ordered an entire bottle of sake which came with a carafe, a warmer, and two small cups.

Wooyoung watched as you set up the warmer. He was intrigued by your knowledge of sake as he'd only had it a few times when visiting Japan on tour.

"So you just boil the water and put the carafe in it?" he asked as you poured some of the sake into the carafe. "Yes," you answered. "It's called a tokkuri," you added. "These cups are called ochoko."

Wooyoung picked up one of the small cups and inspected it. "These are like the ones we drank out of the last time we were in Japan," he said as he set it back down and watched you.

"Most drink from ochoko. Other cups have more professional or ceremonial purposes," you explained as you set the carafe into the pot of water and sat back against the cushioned back of the sofa.

The two of you sipped on your individual drinks and ate the appetizers, keeping the conversation light and flowing.

Finally you deemed the sake warmed enough to serve. Wooyoung had only ever had chilled sake, so this was a new experience for him. The warmth brought out the fruity flavor of the drink and he was surprised he liked it so much.

"Soju is supposed to be served cold and tastes weird when warm," he explained as you poured some more. "But this is really good."

You smiled, placing the carafe back in the pot of water. "I'm glad you like it," you replied, sitting back and taking a sip from your own cup. "I like sake both ways," you admitted, setting down your empty cup. "I think warm is my favorite though."

Wooyoung set his cup back on the table. "I don't think I could choose a favorite just yet," he replied. "But I do like both."

He was tempted to make a move. He wanted to do something; place his hand on your thigh, lean in closer, anything to show he was interested but you were much quicker.

"Perhaps we should order a chilled bottle," you said suddenly, leaning forward and placing your hand on his thigh. The sudden contact rendered him speechless. Your body was so warm and your lips within kissing distance, so why couldn't he move?

You leaned in closer, lips dangerously close to his ear before you spoke again. "Or perhaps we should forgo the rest of dinner and get right to it?"

He felt your fingers dig into his thigh, a whine threatened to escape him but you pulled away suddenly, removing your hand from his thigh as the door slid open. Your food had arrived at the worst possible time. Wooyoung felt constrained in his pants. Why in the world had he chosen to wear leather in the first place?

Not much conversation was held while you ate and sipped on the sake and your drinks. What little you did speak was spent talking about work. You'd finally gotten around to asking Wooyoung about his life as an idol. He tried to brush it off but you admitted to looking him up after learning his identity.

You noticed the way he blushed and squirmed in his seat when you complimented him. His singing, the way he danced, his looks, everything. It made him unbelievably flustered but also stroked his ego a bit. He was more than turned on by the time you ordered dessert. Whether or not you knew that was a different story.

One he did not know the ending to. At least yet.

"So," Wooyoung said softly as you signed the bill and put your business card away. "Now what?" You set the small tray on the table and handed him one of the mints. "What happens next is up to you," you answered, sitting back and looking at him.

"Up to me?" Wooyoung asked, feeling anxiety set in again.

"Mhm. If you'd like to end things here, we can do that. If you'd like to continue--"

"I want to continue," Wooyoung said hastily, then apologizing quickly for interrupting you.

Instead of being upset like he expected, you simply smiled at him.

"Then let's continue."

The ride from the restaurant to your hotel wasn't exactly long but it was full of sexual tension. Wooyoung tried to keep his hands to himself out of respect for not only you but for the driver as well, so when you shifted closer, pressing against his side and running your fingers through his hair, he was not only shocked but also craving more: more of your touch, more of your warmth, more of you.

Upon arriving at the hotel, he followed you through the exquisitely decorated lobby to the smudge free silver elevators. Once inside the lift, he watched as you pulled your keycard out and waved it in front of the reader and pressed the button for one of the top floors.

The ride up was uneventful as you both kept your hands to yourselves but once you arrived outside your door, Wooyoung couldn't stop himself anymore. 'No more holding back.'

His hands found their way to your hips as you waved your keycard in front of the lock, letting out a small chuckle as you pushed the door open, Wooyoung following your movements so as to not lose his touch on your body.

Inside the room was dimly lit but Wooyoung glanced around briefly, taking in the rather modern furnishings. The back wall was entirely glass, looking over the city where the lights glimmered like stars.

Wooyoung barely had time to register it before your hands pulled him closer. He turned his head in time to watch as your head ducked into the crook of his neck, lips trailing up the side of his neck. “Unbutton your shirt,” you ordered.

Wooyoung pulled back and gave you a smirk. “And if I don’t want to?” He challenged. You raised an eyebrow before grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it from his pants. You took his chin in your hands.

“Unbutton your shirt before I destroy it,” you commanded. Wooyoung’s eyes widened, fingers moving to undo each button slowly, almost as if he was putting on a show. You didn’t seem to mind or get impatient so he took his time.

When the last button was undone, you reached beneath the opened fabric, grabbing his waist and pulling him forward, mouth immediately descending onto his skin, kissing and nipping. Your lips trailed back up to his neck, stopping to bite and tease his skin. Wooyoung let out a sigh, tilting his head and giving you move access to his neck.

The feeling of your lips on his skin was heavenly. His hands moved to your hips, gripping the fabric of your dress. You pulled back, taking his hands off your hips. “Get on the bed,” you told him. He shook his head. “No,” he retorted, hands moving to your dress again. “This needs to come off,” he murmured, his lips finding your jaw and kissing along it as you fought his hands.

“On the bed now,” you ordered, pulling from his grip. You turned away to remove your earrings, moving to set them on the desk in the corner of the room. Wooyoung followed, his hands finding purchase on your hips and pulling your ass back against his crotch, his lips pressing to your shoulder, kissing and nipping at the skin. You pressed back against him, making him groan against your shoulder.

Turning in his hold, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back towards the bed until he fell back onto the mattress. He moved to sit up and you pushed him down. “Get up and I’ll stop completely,” you warned him. He looked up at you, propped up on his elbows and watched as you slowly started to remove your dress, sliding the stretchy material down your torso and past your hips.

The article dropped to your feet and you stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor as you walked toward the bed.

Wooyoung allowed his eyes to scan your body, taking in the strapless lingerie you wore under the dress. He would have never known.

It was a simple red lace set, matching the shoes you had taken off at the door.

You climbed onto the bed, climbing over Wooyoung and forcing him to scoot further onto the bed.

"Are you always like this?" you asked, straddling his lap as you tossed his shirt away. Wooyoung grinned up at you mischievously. "Not always," he admitted, letting his hands wander up your waist. "Just with you."

You grabbed his wrists just as they moved to cup your breast over your lingerie and pinned them above his head against the mattress. "How flattering," you replied sarcastically.

"What can I say?" Wooyoung asked. "You bring it out in me."

You shook your head, sitting back up and releasing his wrists. "Keep your hands there," you ordered. Wooyoung nodded silently and watched as you got up, walked over to your bag and pulled out what looked suspiciously like rope.

"Have you ever used the traffic light system before?" you asked as you walked back over to the bed. Wooyoung kept his eyes on the rope, shaking his head. "No," he finally whispered when he realized you were waiting for a vocal answer.

"It's simple," you started to explain. "Red means stop immediately, yellow means continue but use caution, and green means go. It's the most commonly used safe word in the BDSM community."

Wooyoung nodded again. "It sounds simple," he added as you climbed back onto the bed and straddled his lap again. You nodded in response. "So, I'll ask you for a color and you tell me your answer based on how you're feeling," you said, releasing the rope with one hand and moving to caress his cheek.

"I may be a domme, but I'm not mean. You behave and be a good boy and I'll reward you," you explained, watching the way he leaned his head into your touch. "Understand?" You asked. Wooyoung nodded but you tutted, moving to grab his chin. "Verbal consent, Wooyoung," you ordered.

"Y-yes," he breathed out. You took the rope in your hands again, holding it up for him to see. "So, color?"

His eyes lingered on the rope before he met your gaze. "Green."

You smiled and nodded towards his hands. "Give me your hands then." Wooyoung moved immediately, offering his hands to you. "Put your wrists together, palms facing each other, but keep your hands in fists. It's more comfortable that way," you explained.

He did as you instructed and watched as you took the black rope and started to wrap it around his wrists. He kept his eyes on his wrists, watching the way you wound the rope around his wrists carefully and surprisingly gently whilst keeping a firm grip.

"You sure this is gonna hold me?" Wooyoung teased, that same devilish grin on his face. You knotted the rope and placed his wrists above his head on the mattress. "I'm certain," you replied, placing your hands on his chest and looking down at him under you.

"Unless I say so, keep your hands right there," you ordered.

Wooyoung playfully lifted his bound wrists, a cheeky giggle escaping him when you grabbed the roped bound wrists and forced them back against the he'd with one hand.

"Disobey me again and you won't get to cum," you warned dangerously. "I'll use you to get myself off."

Wooyoung's smile faded, replaced with a pout as you carefully scooted back, now hovering over his thighs as you started to undo his belt, keeping your eyes on your hands. Wooyoung, however, kept his eyes on your face as you started to undo his zipper and unbutton his pants.

Sliding off the bed, you pulled his pants with you with surprising ease and discarded them on the floor before you were back on the bed in no time. Wooyoung watched as you moved slowly, you hands gliding up his thighs slowly, stopping occasionally to dig your red nails ever so slightly into his skin, making him squirm.

"Please," he suddenly whined. "I promise I won't do it again."

Your hand moved over his crotch, palm resting against his obvious erection. "Promise you won't do what?" you asked, wanting to hear him say the words. "I promise I won't move my hands."

You tutted again in response, slipping your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulling back a little before letting the elastic snap against his skin. He jumped slightly and whined again as your hands moved back down his thighs.

"Color?" you asked as he looked up at you.

"G-green!" he cried out. "P-please don't tease me, Y/N." You sighed, dipping your hand between his partially parted legs to cup him gently. He let out a soft moan at your touch but hissed when you pulled away.

Before he could protest, you were climbing onto him, leaning down to capture his lips in a sudden but searing kiss. He barely had time to register and enjoy it before you were pulling away and settling between his legs, forcing them apart to accommodate you.

You drew your attention back to his cock, confined to his underwear. He was definitely straining against the fabric, begging to be freed and that gave you an idea. You leaned over, pressing a short kiss to his stomach, enjoying the way the muscles tensed under your touch.

Kiss after kiss, you made your way from one hip to the other, stopping to leave a little bite mark which had him moaning, hands threatening to move but he kept his composure.

"Do you think you've been a good boy?" you asked, glancing up at him through your lashes. He nodded frantically. "I'm sorry I was a brat earlier," he rasped out. "I promise I'll be good from now on!"

You hid your smile as you slipped your fingers back under the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down, finally freeing his cock which stood proudly before you. "As I suspected," you said softly as you inspected his size and girth.

"What?" Wooyoung asked, watching your movements. "Your cock is just as pretty as you are," you commented, savoring the flush that formed on his cheeks, but even more when you rendered him speechless by taking him in your hand and testing the weight.

"I'm gonna enjoy having this inside me," you said in a low tone. "Do you want that, Wooyoung?" you asked, your tone taking on a velvety smoothness. He nodded frantically. "Yes, please," he answered. "I want that so badly!"

Your hand started to move, giving him a few slow strokes before you allowed a small amount of your spit to drop onto the head of his cock, your hand gathering it and using it to speed up your movements, stroking him faster. "Oh shit," you heard him curse.

"You think you've been good enough to be allowed inside me?" you asked, enjoying the way he squirmed, twitched, and moaned under your touch. "Yes, please, please," he whimpered as your hand continued to stroke him at a steady pace.

"Hmm," you murmured. "I suppose that's true. Despite your earlier… misbehavior, you have been exceptionally well mannered since then. I guess I can reward you."

Not allowing him a chance to speak, you leaned over, giving the tip of his cock a slow, deliberate lick, tasting his precum and giving him another quick stroke before keeping your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and taking the head into your mouth.

He let out a loud moan as your tongue teased the top of his shaft, fingers clenching tightly into fists and his nails pressing into his palms. "Oh shit, oh shit," he hissed as you sucked, pulling back and pulling him out of your mouth with an audible pop.

You continued to stroke him, faster this time. "You look so pretty like this," you purred, using your freehand to drag your nails across his chest and down his toned abdomen. "Please," he said hoarsely. "I wanna cum so bad." You tutted again, slowing your hand on his cock. "Only good boys get to cum," you reminded him.

"As long as you're a good boy, I’ll make you cum, honey."

You resumed your slow torture, taking him into your mouth again, working him up and dragging out his pleasure. You wanted to make him really beg for it.

"You're doing so well," you noted as you pulled him from the brink of orgasm for the third time. He was clearly frustrated, blinking away tears, cheeks burning, and chest heaving with each breath.

"Please," he whimpered again. "Please let me cum," he mumbled something under his breath and it forced you to halt everything.

"What did you just say?" you asked, not out of shock or anger, merely curiosity.

Wooyoung whined, burning with embarrassment of the words that just slipped past his lips.

You climbed over him, taking his chin in your hand. "Say it again," you ordered. He hesitated. Looking up at you, his initial thought that he'd somehow angered you disappeared. He only saw excitement on your face.

"Please let me cum…" he started, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before whispering the next part. "Mommy."

Without a word, you took his lips in another searing kiss before pulling back and removing his underwear completely as well as slipping off your own.

You were back on him in seconds, slowly and deliberately dragging your wet slit over his throbbing cock. He was ready to explode and you knew you had to take this slowly if you wanted him to last long enough to get yourself off as well.

"You want this?" you asked softly, grinding against him and making him whine. "Yes," he moaned. "Yes what?" you challenged, making his face blush furiously. "Yes, mommy," he replied in a soft voice.

You pressed down on him further, dragging your clit against the underside of his cock. "You want mommy to fuck you, little boy?" you asked sweetly. "Is that what you want?" You couldn't help but smile at him when he nodded, blabbering out a jumbled mess of words that contained the word yes no less than ten times.

You lifted your hips, taking his now slick covered cock in your hand and lifting it to line the tip with your entrance. Before sinking down on him, you looked up to meet his gaze. "What color?"

His eyes dipped down to where your cunt hovered over his cock, the tip barely touching you before looking back up. "Green."

You sank down, taking him into your warm walls and bottoming out swiftly. The sudden intrusion was enough to have him moaning, nearly blowing his load in one go but he managed to hold back, nails pressing into his skin again.

You reached up to take his bound wrists and carefully undid the knots, unwrapping the black rope and tossing it aside. "You can touch," you said simply.

His hands moved in a blur, settling first on your hips, squeezing before sliding up your waist and then moving to cup your chest since he was interrupted before.

You took his hands and placed them on your waist before leaning forward to lift your hips, sinking back down on him slowly. You felt his fingers dig into your waist, eyes fluttering shut as you began to roll your hips. "Holy shit," he cursed and immediately apologized. You merely shook your head and focused on building a steady rhythm with your hips. This wasn't your first time being on top.

Wooyoung's hands moved to your ass, gripping tightly and urging you to move faster. "Patience, sweetheart," you cooed, continuing to drag out your movements. "Don't want you cumming too fast, do we?" you asked breathlessly.

"Please, mommy," he begged. "Please go faster. I want more."

You clicked your tongue. "Do you want me to stop?" you asked sternly. He shook his head. "No! Please," he cried out. "I'm sorry!"

"Then don't tell me what to do, baby," you replied, leaning over, palms on the mattress as you started to bounce on his cock. "I told you if you're good, I'll make you cum. So just listen and trust me," you added, pressing a short kiss to his lips.

Underneath you, he started to buck his hips, meeting your thrusts. "Does that feel good, baby?" you cooed, moving one hand to brush his hair back off his forehead which was covered in a layer of sweat. "Yes," he gasped, grip tightening and his nails digging into your skin. "It f-feels so good, mommy," he moaned.

"Are you getting tired, baby boy?" you asked, hand moving yo cup his cheek. He shook his head fervently. "No, never," he panted.

"Do you wanna fuck me, Wooyoung?" you asked suddenly, drawing his attention. "What?" he asked as you slowed to a stop. "I said," you repeated, taking his hands off your ass and placing them on your chest, sighing when he squeezed gently.

"Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me?"

Wooyoung nodded wordlessly, making you cock your head. "Words, baby. We use our words to communicate."

"Yes," he said quickly. "I wanna fuck you."

You climbed off him, his cock slipping out of you and confusing him until you turned around in your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. "Then fuck me."

He was up on his knees quickly, grabbing your hips and sliding his cock back into you in what felt like seconds. "How uh…" he hesitated. "Yes?" you asked, peering over your shoulder.

"How hard am I allowed to go?" he asked, feeling very self conscious even though he was balls deep inside your pussy right now. You lowered your chest to the bed, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "Surprise me," you replied with a smirk.

A switch flipped in Wooyoung when you said that last sentence. No one could stop him once he started, his hold on your waist tight as he thrust into you quickly. You let out a gasp at the sudden speed and strength he displayed. Looks were deceiving on his end.

The sound of his skin hitting yours filled the room, barely audible over his sounds of exertion. It was almost an animalistic way he was fucking you, cock hitting deep inside you and making your eyes roll back. "Remind me to never underestimate you again," you gasped as your walls tightened around him.

Wooyoung's movements were almost hated and you thought he was about to cum but instead he leaned over to speak softly.

"You really shouldn't have given me control," he said with an amused tone. You were about to ask why when you felt him strike your ass, causing you to cry out. "You know how bratty I can be, mommy," he said, resuming his unrelenting pace from before.

You moved to push yourself up but he placed his hand on your back and pushed you back down. "Nu-uh," he said teasingly. "You told me to fuck you," he growled.

"And that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez x reader #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #kwanisms kinkuary #kinkuary 2023

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cursedvibes · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @voxofthevoid

Thank you! And congratulations to the 2 mil words 🥳

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

228,925

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Jujutsu Kaisen so far. And I published an original fic anonymously. I also have some ideas for Naruto (or more like the Sannin), Houseki no Kuni and Monster fics, but I'm not getting there any time soon.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

People really seem to like the more or less wholesome Itadori family stuff

Call Me A Familiar Stranger (Kenjaku & Yuuji) - I really didn't expect this one to be so popular, since it was essentially just a scrapped idea for another chapter of Chance Encounter.

Chance Encounter (Kenjaku & Yuuji)

Familial Units (Kenjaku & Yuuji, Jin/Kenjaku)

Stitches Across the Eye (Jin/Kenjaku) - my long term project that I will hopefully finish next year...

First Time (Jin/Kenjaku) - My #1 smut fic. It's really surprising to see it this high because it didn't do that well in the beginning, but recently I've been getting a lot of notifications for it.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but it might take weeks 😬 It's always in the back of my head though and especially with the longer ones I feel bad for not responding quickly. Usually, I feel really stupid with the stuff I say in response, but I hope that doesn't shine through. I really appreciate every single one. I have a whole folder of screenshotted comments, bookmark descriptions and tumblr tags, asks and mentions.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh boy, that's a tough pick. I'd say either Midnight Tea or In the Quiet of the Cold because they both end with Jin's corpse rotting on the floor and a deeply traumatized Yuuji.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think First Time is my most wholesome fic so far. Lots of vivid descriptions of Kenjaku's brain, but Jin is actually really happy about how touching his wife's organs can be a bonding experience. It's how he copes with Kaori's temporal death uwu. Even Kenjaku catches some feelings.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not really. There was that comment recently saying I should tag First Time dead dove, but that was more weird, not hateful. Some people also have some strong emotions about Kenjaku surgically removing Gojo's eye in Familial Units, but they always end in "I didn't read the tags/didn't take them seriously, my bad".

9. Do you write smut?

I try to...it's one of the writing things I struggle with the most. I have a couple of smut WIPs, but most I don't think are good enough to be published.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. I don't read many crossovers either. Just doesn't interest me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I actually got asked just yesterday by someone if they could translate Don't Think About The Past into Spanish. It's a first for me, I feel really honoured.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. Depending on the idea I wouldn't be opposed to it tho.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't think I have something like that. There aren't that many ships I'm really crazy about anyway. TenKen and JinKen are definitely my favourite to write about tho.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Feel The Life Unmade. I just don't feel that satisfied about the set-up and the characters I included in there. The topic and time period is really interesting though and I want to write more about the Death Painting experiment, but not here. I decided that I will write a little bit more of chapter 3 until I get to a specific cut-off point (around 1k more words than I already have in my draft of ch3), then throw it on AO3 and incorporate the rest of my ideas in other fics. The first chapter of Haunting Past is how I wanted to end Life Unmade and some other ideas will be included in the WIP I'm currently writing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Atmosphere I would say, particularly writing unsettling and creepy scenes. I've also been told by people that they really like my characterizations. Recently, someone commented that I manage to write Kenjaku in a way that you feel their old age, but also connection to current society and culture, which made me really happy because that's a balance I try to pay close attention to.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut. And I really mean smut, not sex. I can write sex, but making it hot and appealing is where I struggle. It always feels so hollow and silly when I reread it. Gross, anxiety inducing sex scenes I can do, but making sex sexy is hard for me. Guess that's the reason I have an easier time with MahiKen smut. It's nastier. Action scenes are hard too, but I haven't really encountered many scenarios where I would really need them, so I just don't have much practice in writing them. I also tend to focus more on a character's inner world and actions scenes don't lend themselves well to that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's fine I guess? I don't think I ever had to incorporate that in a fic (if we're talking about an exchange of multiple sentences and not just short phrases) and I would only include it if the POV character doesn't understand the language. I'd also only use it if it's a language I am confident I can represent properly. I suffered through a lot of broken German, I know how it is to have supposed native speakers not know basic grammar (or in TV pronunciation...it's one thing to have an accent, but German in American shows/movies is often just unintelligible).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically Tanz der Vampire, when I was 14 or 15, but I didn't publish any of it. Wouldn't know where I would've done that anyway. Besides that, JJK is the first fandom I decided to invest a lot of time in to write and publish fanfics for.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Picking Up The Pieces. I threw in a lot of my Heian TenKen hcs and it allowed me to explore a more manipulative side of Tengen. Also, it is very fun to have Kenjaku in such a vulnerable position, that doesn't happen very often.

I don't know 20 fic writers :') (or not well enough to dare to tag them) No pressure to do this or respond of course. Also, if anyone else sees this and wants to do it, feel free to take this as your tag

@hxhhasmysoul @perelka-l @urostakako @kaitakushi @frankenjoly @kenjakusbrainstem

#my stuff

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Brainrot yet again 😔and this time it’s aether but because nobody on this site can write for him, they don’t know him like I do!!😤like not EVERY aether fic and hc can be super uwu subby crybaby boy SOME OF YALL ARE LYING!! I fully stress myself out by going back and back to the aether tag😭 like I have a handful of artists who draw him normal even Venti isn’t that elusive😭 like aether is a fully grown man with a 9-5! he will not start blushing from me holding his hand!! Like I had an epiphany the other day this man is LITERALLY-like Giorno just longer hair and minus all the trauma; like hear me out!! Blonde pretty boy who looks too pretty to be real,unreasonably strong,showing skin for no reason!!(gio got his chest out for what? Aether wearing a crop top why🤨) have powers that people can’t comprehend,mysterious origins, and they’re both very playful and mischievous; they’re literally like cousins😭(see how my problem is falling for any giorno adjacent characters?💀)you’re traveling w aether getting into all kinds of shenanigans bc trouble follows him like a magnet 🙄and he’s quietly thinking “I am going to absolutely destroy you” like he’s the type so oh so subtly use anemo to blow your clothes,Geo to trip over rocks that were not there before, shocking you w electro 😭 he’s literally a menace bc who’s gone beat his ass?? He’s the honorary knight what would they even say if they caught him Fucking your throat on the roof of the favonious HQ? He’s saved Liyue from Osial and his wife! What they don do if they see him balls deep in you in some tucked away some corner of the Jade palace, LITERALLY FOUGHT GOD AND WON IF THEY KNEW WHATS FOOD FOR THEM THEY WOULD MIND THEIR BUSINESS IF THEY HEARD HIM BLOWING YOUR BACK OUT IN THE TEAHOUSE!! Ayato is a messy ass bitch he would recommend a bathhouse that’s on the outskirts of Inazuma city that has wonderful acoustics just in case he wanted to hear you moans echo🥰 like aether isn’t from this world so his dick would be out if this world as well. Literally the 😏 emoji like he gets up early to finish his daily commissions and get paimon breakfast so he can come back and sweet talk you into letting him cum inside you at like 9am he’s nothing if not clever! Pissing him off to get him to use that god destroying >>> using electro on his dick to overstimulate you, seeing you get a little too friendly with childe or zhongli (bc me too lmao) so he has to remind you he’s better than them🥰 bc he has a cute face but he can be mean asf when he wants to be; sitting and looking at you with a blank face save for the glare burning holes into your head as he makes you bounce on his cock and does absolutely no work as punishment 😔 watching your legs tire out and thrusting up when you stop for even a second rolling his eyes LIKE ITS SOME KIND OF INCONVENIENCE TO HIM “You know, I could always get you off right here,shame you don’t know how to behave” and lazily rubs your clit w his thumb. He loves edging bc he’s a little shit😒 will wait until you admit defeat and put you in a mating press bc he will make sure you can’t move an inch and that you take everything he’s giving you💕 is willing to be tied up and used like the good boy he is🥰

ive never been able to get behind the subby uwu characterization of aether like even when he's shipped w childe and others... idk to me he's strong and puts UP a fight regardles of who he is with!!! so i get you i really do

HAHAHAHA no hes a grown ass man who is over 500 years old... he's seen shit and has been with people before! affection and intimacy is not something new to him!! so why do people act like he's never dealt w romance before in his life!

now..... comparing him with giorno,,,, you do understand you're setting aether up my dear? like this is DON GIORNO we are talking about but with your reasoning i can say that i now understand. and its not your fault for falling for giorno or giorno substitutes like he's the best yandere there is, you cant be blamed!

i love aethers crop top he's so cute i just have to say that

WAHHHHHHHH THE PERV HEADCANNONS W AETHER ARE GONNA MAKE MY MIND EXPLODE... that is TOO good, how do you come up w this stuff im literally in shock like that got me good. also... to add... he could use dendro to create an aphrodisiac right? like a natural dust- idk!

no bc aether can get away w anything on the planet now and no one can stop him like he has four nations under his belt backing him up- no one stands a chance! (except my ice wifey archon!!!)

now see aether getting jealous would lose me bc bae,,, why don't we all just share! like he's mad over childe and alhaitham... BRING THEM IN THE ROOM TOO! there's enough room in his teapot for all of us and we all got enough holes too!

we need more abyss prince!aether i like when they have no life in their eyes... thinking abt that! he wants to get rid of the archons i say DO IT (raiden and venti hide under my bed),,, i'll advocate w him!

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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plasticfangtastic · 1 year ago

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Can we be lonely together? Ch. 8

A Homelander X Stalker! reader

This is a G/N reader fic, a slow burn fic and as off now almost 100 page novella at least according to the google doc... oh and also a Supe! reader fic. Long chapter ahead!!!

Author note: I'm too self indulgent but i promise the ending is coming soon. might have the next chapter done by the end of the wk, but work is wearing me down mentally. I will edit one day UwU Previous chapters in the #my fic tag in me blog

Sypnosis: You've become enamored with Vought Number 1 hero and will do anything to gain his affections... he just won't like the lenghts you took to get him to like you.

R18+ blood, murder and cannibalism mention, light smut, S.A. mention. Homie is a little OOC

Chapter 8

Canapes for Cannibals.

Trembling with fear, watching your eyes water, I feel the sting of your grip as you try removing my hands off your face, stammering your whimpers, clutching at me unsure of how much strenght to give.

“Are you even real?” Your voice is crumbling– I don’t need this… I… I fucked up… he hates me, and now I’m seeing things” your voice a broken mess.

Lonesome tears cleansed your cheeks better than I ever could.

“I’m right here. I… I am right here, Homelander. Mi sol…”

“No!” The leather of your gloves squeaking as it cracks my wrist, my fingers turning blue as I wince into my teeth– What are you doing here? Thought you were fucking your fancy journo fucko!”

I could feel the sound of your thoughts coming back to me, muffled echoes from across the street, pedestrians around us too loud to understand what you’re saying, this building too busy.

I couldn’t help cupping your face, leaning closer wanting to kiss you– to comfort you.

“You’re my last, remember– why would I look for anybody else, John? If I don’t expect to survive you– Now tell me what happened? Why did you came home looking like this…?”

You nodded your head reluctantly, softening your grip, watching my fingers regain their color.

Watching me like I’m a stranger, wishing for me to be a mere hallucination.

“He hates me…”

“He was probably startled… now go and get all of this off, and I’ll go check on your boy.”

“What the fuck do you know about being a parent!? Or Ryan!?”

More than you, if I am honest– I’ll admit I thought that.

“John. Anybody would be frightened if you showed up covered in guts… you got some pancreas in your hair.”

The way my voice stood still, so coldy that it didn’t seemed natural anymore, you thought it was rehearsed, it unsettled you.

“Not you? Used to seeing guts?” You chuckled, taking a step back from me forcing a stiff laugh from between your teeth– you… you’re a piece of work. You toy me around and then act worried, showing up in my house unnanouce saying you want to help me! I don’t need your bullshit!! It's not like I’m your boyfriend! Aren’t I just a fucktoy!? Who the fuck are you!? Who are you really!?”

You shouted. I am sure even my neighbors heard your bellows.

So I offered you some truths to ease your weary soul, you wanted anything to distract you from your own mess, after all and I always indulged you.

“I don’t consider myself a serial killer but legally speaking I could qualify as such.” I ignored you moving to the bathroom, not bothering to raise my voice while I picked towels– career criminals more like it… after I ran away from my foster home– back when I was a teen. I met some mobsters, and they helped me achieve my full potential. Don’t get me wrong, they helped me get through community college and stuff, as long as I did my job of course, but that’s back before my knees got too old for my age.”

You stood still even as I handed you the towels.

“I can tell you all about my rough upbringing after you stop using me as an excuse to ignore the actual issue upstairs. I fucked up. I should’ve been here instead of wasting time with Kent, and I’m sorry.” Now I’m the one whimpering inside my own grave– I’m not a good person… John… I’ve hurt people just to keep my belly full. For fun. For no reason. But always on purpose, why would you want someone like me around?” my stomach sank– I don’t deserve to love you.”

It all made sense at this moment, what I wanted to fight the most against.

This attachment that took hold of me with the same intensity as a head-on collision on the freeway.

“I came ‘cuz I wanted to apologize… that’s why I brought” I moved away from you doing my darndest to not look at your face, or listen to you. Picking up my desserts– I know you don’t care for Ice cream but… forget it. Just clean up and I assure you the kid is fine.”

He was fine, just embarrassed about his outburst.

“Is that your superpower? Telepathy?”

“Being a tech-wiz isn’t enough in this economy… you need a master degree just to get minimum wage.” I place the snacks on your coffee table– but yeah. You two have been right a couple times…”

“You two…? What are you talking about?” How cute seeing you try to hide it.

“Your friend… your father, mother and brother all-in-one package. Homelander… the one that kept you safe back in the bad room.” I murmured while heading to the nearest mirror, catching your bloody reflection– this guy. I see him… just like you do.”

“Hi John… Hi Homelander… Do you have a real name? ‘cuz I’ll just call you Jon, or would you prefer Jean? Actually Homie should be fine.”

Must’ve looked stupid waving at the mirror, my eyes seeing an absence of movement but superimposed was the sight of that other you awkwardly moving its hand side to side.

“You really didn’t even hesitate from the get go. Talking to us both… is like you didn’t want to hide it while saying nothing”

“I didn’t. You don’t like liars.”

“And yet…” You squeeze the stuffing out of the couch– you lied to me. You went out of your way to hurt me!"

“I was protecting you.”

“You call this protecting me?”

You point at the dozen bags and wet buckets around us.

“I wasn’t ready to let you know ‘bout my powers! I had to make sure things around us were perfect before I told you! Is that so hard to get!?”

“You don’t get to make that decision. You brainwashed me! erased my memories!”

“That’s a bit rich coming from you!”

We both stared at each other while the meat rot around us.

"I would've loved you the same... I would've been happier with you if I knew from the start. He would've been happier too..."

"You say that... but not even my parents wanted me... nobody ever has... because I'm not intune with people... I am voyeur. and sooner than later I would've wore you down."

“Not that it matters”

Wish you hadn’t made eye-contact with me, catching that white cloud washing over your baby blues.

“Forget the last minute. And get cleaned up John one and two… I’ll be here so calm down.”

I know my voice sounds like it’s underwater, a blanket covers you, your heartbeat pauses and restarts with a calmed steady beat, a wave of calmness washing you, the blur in your eyes fades completely returning me the eyes I’ve craved so often.

“I don’t want your apologies.”

“I’ll leave. Is basque cheesecake– not too sweet I promise.” I wanted to let you keep those memories but at least I’ve said it outloud ‘just keep the bad to make this easier for me’ I thought to myself– Thank you for offering me the cabin.”

I gave the other you a glimpse, wishing I could talk to this one instead, as I made my way out your house, putting the key you gifted me back by the hall table.

“You think I’m a serial killer, too? I killed lots of people… I let a whole plane fall into the ocean. I killed a congressman, I had a wannabe VP assassinated, I killed Madelyn and Noir and I might kill that cuck wearing Noir’s suit– and I loved them both. I killed people who flirted with my property, I killed a guy just for fucking up my coffee, I killed my teacher! The first time I got laid” You chuckled stiffly– I was 15 and they wanted me to develop properly, no jerking off for me! So they got me… I guess an escort…? They told me I had to do it! and after I was done-- like 30 seconds later… she just had to laugh… so I squeezed her neck until it resembled a straw, the third time I fucked somebody– I panicked because well fucking men is wrong. I killed a bunch of hostages the first time they let me out, and so many… many… fucking worthless cocksuckers.”

Your voice wavering, spitting quickly your confession feeling your mouth painfully dry. Your chest heavy but your mind was being cleansed– I had become a confessional booth without being a saintly man of the cloth to absolve you.

“Do you feel bad about it? I feel bad sometimes… not about all of them… just some of them. But I still sleep soundly from time to time.”

“Noir. I killed him when all he wanted was to protect me… my father… he was… bad.” The memory makes you whimper, your eyes red as your lips twitched– I loved him… How could I do that to him? The plane I could’ve steered– maybe? I dunno… I was afraid I would fuck it up again with Madelyn and the board! and this fucker” You pointed at your clothes– because it made Ryan upset with me!”

“I don’t care then. I knew you killed people… I stole some of your files.”

“If I didn’t feel bad would you care?”

“I would be surprised if that was the case.”

“... You don’t think I’m a bad person? Unredeemable garbage?”

“You’re bad but I think you weren’t always trying to be bad… I don't think I ever thought I could be anything but bad... so I’m just as bad… maybe worse. I had a choice, and I always picked the wrong ones…”

“I picked bad ones… always… until now nobody's opinion mattered, they encouraged it and covered it, so why bother to change… and now I want to change for my son– but I can’t.”

You stood there looking so frail.

“I don’t think that’s true. You could still change… I think a part of you still wants to do good, even if you aren’t sure what that might be… me? I dunno what I’m gonna do now.” I tried to forcibly laugh to try to ease the tension– any suggestions? What should I do?”

“Love me… please.” Your hand catches my shoulder– If you don’t mind all my bad… I won’t mind your bad.”

Your kiss tasted like iron, pushing me against the wall, your hands dirtying my cheeks without care. Your lips pushing me and pulling me, clumsily dancing as you try to force your affection-- our tango was one sided but I soon gave in, I hesitated kissing you back but I had no self-control.

Wanting to make a home in your lips I held you until we matched.

“I love you. I love you, Homelander… I love you, John. Mi sol... if you let me... can I love you?”

"Love me... that's all I ask of you..."

We both laughed against each other, I never been happier than at that moment– not that I could recall anyhoo.

“I go get change… your shirt…”

“Is okay… I got layers.”

Watching you obey my awful little command, I headed upstairs, your Son’s mind beating itself, I threw my dirty jumper down the rail after cleaning most of your leftovers off my face, feeling the crash incomming.

All I needed was to hold on for a couple more minutes.

My powers were a mess. I wished I was better at this… a supe that struggles to control their powers… pathetic. I reached your son’s placing the peace offering by the slit of the open door, He’s watching me carefully, pretending to be asleep, but he feels far more predatory than you at this moment.

“Hey Ryan… is me… hope everything is okay. Your dad brought you something.” I sounded very awkward– Hey bud he really didn’t mean to scare you…”

“I know.” He moves fast– seems he’s developing too quickly. I heard him thud against the door within the second– He’s upset isn’t he?”

“Your father is a very sensitive man… delicate even… is not your fault he just thinks he hurt you.”

Ryan watched me in the most uneasy of ways, I could tell I was falling out of favor, he had heard some of our conversation downstairs with little red sparkles in his eyes.

“Can I open this door? I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

Still a child, he meekly opened the door eyeing the ice cream pint before me, and unlike you he was easier on my neurons.

A cloudy haze thicker than I've ever seen engulfed his sight.

“Be a good child, have your cake and have a heart-to-heart with daddy… then go to sleep. Sleep soundly, Ryan.”

“Sure…”

Staying quiet, I got away from your kid, your mind still mellow and both of you over the moon.

“He seems alright”

I whispered, surprised to see smoke coming out of your towel as you rather viciously towel-dried your hair, based on the trail of dirty towels behind, you wanted every microscopic dot of blood off your person before letting your kid catch a whiff, altho I’ve never seen a towel be set alight by friction alone.

“How do you cut your hair?”

You raise an eyebrow, combined with your playful smile you seemed to enjoy this question.

“Very sharp scissors and on my own, straight razor for my face– just needs a bit of pressure.”

“Cool. Altho I don’t think your maid would appreciate you burning the towels– Ryan is eating so maybe join him.”

“What Maid?”

“Ms. Cha? The lady that’s been cleaning your house for the last twenty years.”

I laid down on your couch, feeling the inevitable.

“I… I never noticed. Twenty years!?”

“If it makes you feel better, she thinks you’re less messy than her kids, and you leave your shit covered in blood all the time…”

“Really?”

That made you happy. I watched you fly to the next floor

“Twenty years!? How?”

Here’s my favorite part.

Almost breaking my neck as I trip on your mess, I can hear you sussurating– your conversation is klutzy and gawky, neither party able to convey properly, I wished I could say I cared about what you two were saying but I was busy puking my guts, my head finally permitted to file a formal complaint against me, between scallops and my bloodied nose I could barely crawl to the bath-tub soaking my face under the faucet, my brain on fire.

Falling unconscious to the sound of your apologies.

Watching your memories I knew you found me close to drowning, my nose an inch or two above water as I just sat in the heated pink pool before you came in and threw me into the floor checking on my pulse with your hands for some reason.

Walking up in your bed with damp hair, your ears focusing on me.

You don’t ask questions, just studying faded marks in between my toes, you could smell Compound V in my veins even if it had been weeks since I last took it.

“Still taking heroin?” you ask, indulging in a lie for once in your life– if you’re going to be around my kid I need you clean. You got any idea how bad it would reflect on me if the press got a hold of your little habit.”

My head is pounding with the sounds of this building, down to the thoughts of mices and their everyday worries, your boy sounds asleep dreaming of owning a pair of dogs, and here is you picturing a different version of me-- I could tell you could heard the sound of my swollen brain and the discomfort in my throat, dried blood flaking inside my nostrils, I nodded.

“I killed Roman. I followed you during your date then I found Roman.”

I was speechless.

“How did you do it?”

“His driver was taking him somewhere and I made the car swerve, got in front of it just in case the tree wouldn’t kill them… the blood was from the driver smashing against me.” You pause to play with my hair– he was alive… and I just broke his neck.”

“Liar.”

“I might’ve scared them a bit… so they could go fifty or eighty over the speed limit.”

“That’s better. You made it look like an accident, right? No proof you were there.”

“I thought you would be more upset.”

“My head hurts too fucking much right now to care… now I need you to tell me word for word everything that you did so I can make sure it looks like a fucking accident.”

“I have it covered… not my first rodeo, babe.”

You kissed me not caring about the smell on my breath, shoving yourself further into the blankets forcing yourself into my arms, there’s a smoky smell to your hair but not a burnt end on sight.

“You don’t need to meet that journo anymore. You don’t have to leave Vought and you can stop worrying about that guy coming after you.” kissing me more– now you can focus on important things. Us for example.”

“Assuming you don’t go to prison this time.” I could see the movie in your head, my life in a prairie dressed in pretty clothes, my hair a little messier than usual, and the sound of the stove sizzling, there’s another kid pulling at my clothes and we have a dog barking on the front porch while Ryan and you read your favorite book “Fight Club” together– John…”

“I’ll protect you from now on… I’m a superhero. I’m the fucking definition of a Superhero! I don’t wanna hear about Roman ever again, or your side-hustles! From now on we can be together. So call off whatever you had with the journalist.”

“Maybe after we have dinner with him and his husband.”

“Why would I do that?”

“My friend Dolores is unveiling the restaurant’s new menu now that she’s the new head chef… she’s aiming for her Michelin, you see… and me and Kent are going… if my future husband was so kind as to support me while I support my best friend I would greatly appreciate it, is a big night for her–

Your mouth looked smaller than your eyes, the way you lifted yourself pushing me down, your jaw stammering, your heart so loud that it’s all you can hear in your head.

“--you just killed one of your biggest competitors, and one of the richest men in the country… for me. Nobody I’ve ever known would do such a thing for me… I should marry you if you let me. If I could... could I?”

There’s a nice shade of coral colouring your eyes and the sheets around us, for a second you lost control of your blinkers.

This must’ve have been the perfect day for crying, you seemed so happy as you made love to me, so hungrily, I didn’t need my powers to know I fired something in you, not once had you held me so tenderly, not once did you treat me so kindly, Your hunger and the emptiness you were so familiar with faded away, I could feel my own clinging as I watched you picturing our wedding day… you were so corny… it was beyond cute.

From this night forward things went rosy.

Even those beneath you could see that your mood had changed, most brushing it to you enjoying parenthood, it had been good for your ratings and the company’s image-- after all.

You suddenly appeared more approachable and relatable, the public pondering on your struggles as a single parent became a popular topic seeing just how admirable you were, and Ryan was sweet every kid wanted to be like him and everybody wanted a piece of him, soon he would be on lunchboxes if you gave your blessing to put him in a suit yet as eager as you were nothing they had given you was perfect fit for your son, and people called you a DILF left and right rubbing your ego just the way you liked.

But in private I got to enjoy a happier side of you, you still had your bite and snark, your awful habits but now it seemed you felt at peace with your demons, I didn't judge them, I accepted your brutality and appreciated my efforts to conceal such unpleasantries from your son.

You joined me (albeit begrudgingly) for degustations, your palette unrefined for a man used to eating fine cuisine, for having two private chefs you sure had issue understanding the art, but watching you try to make sense of foams, foods disguised as other foods, or the depth and story presenting itself on this fifteen course dinner was exciting, your stomach full by the sixth plate, so it was even more exciting to see you do your darnest to stomach this meal, just to make sure I looked good, after all there was press around us.

You interacted courtly, you’ve been trained well… but behind your poised smile you did your best to interact with Kent disguising perfectly your murderous gaze, having your expectations subverted by the presence of his socialite millionaire husband, surprised that Kent was a homosexual... but that failed to dissuade your jealousy.

But you did behave.

You spend time in my home, our relationship continue away from the public eye, you had began looking forward to dinner, I would cook for you no matter how tired I was, you made sure to let The Deep know not to overwork me, forcing my surviving coworkers to pick of after me, I enjoyed the special treatment, I enjoyed our secret dates, I somewhat enjoyed being taken gallantly in your arms to fancy european addresses as we broke borders laws, our outings and picnics in secret with your son, like having fresh porchetta sandwiches while picnicking at the stomach churning hills of Monte Baldo with Ryan.

So I behaved too.

A little bit.

I felt guilty putting a bug in Ryan’s phone and his computer, but I only did so I could make sure he was doing alright in his new school to make sure how to support you better.

I felt a little guilty when I put a bug on Ashley’s phone to make sure she wasn’t going to betray you suddenly, your ears could only listen to so much and with my powers a secret I had to actually have proof of things, just in case.

In my spare time I would sit in front of my screens just watching and processing audio files, for you.

I would watch and replay hundreds of images, until my eyelids fought with me, your every move gave me homework and my every move had to be the perfectly graded in response.

On a peculiar afternoon this dream had to crumble, as all things do.

“You have no idea how much grief he’s going to give me, once he smells you on me."

I sat on Kent’s armchair, surrounded by his wall of professional accolades.

“I can’t just send you this shit in an email! Look now that Roman is dead I know you didn’t want this in a hurry… but this could make me bigger than Larry King, I could be the next Anderson Cooper– fuck! You think Woodward hit it big with Watergate! This is my Watergate! Vought it’s done for, shit will crumble if this hits the presses and if you didn’t know my address I would have slapped this shit on the front page by ‘morrow!”

He screamed quietly, inside his empty apartment music playing just loud enough to block our voices, this six million dollar apartment was straight out of the pages of Architectural Digest, it screamed old money and it was the reason Kent lived there.

“Everything I’ve ever wanted in life– my name written in the annals of history! To put me as one of the greatest Journalists of all time is right here! but I have to give this back! Because we’re friends.”

“You’re only doing this because Homelander will kill you. I know you don’t care much for Bruno or the seven kids you got, but you don’t need to pretend you’re a good person with me Kent.”

“I don’t want to die. I don’t want my kids to die… or Bruno just for the record! You should leave him.”

He handed me the hard-drive rather urgently.

“The moment he finds out you got this before he did– he will kill you. Maybe after he recreates 9/11 and tumbles that tower over…”

“What’s in this?”

“Leave him. Throw that shit in a microwave and leave him, my guy… my hacker guy, I had to ask Dolores to get rid of him just to make sure there’s no loose ends. She made canapes for her little cannibal group with him! I had to ask to contact your old gang friends to track down all of his friend to check the fucker didn’t spill anything! So leave Homelander now! Y/N I care ‘bout you, we been friends for a long time but this information is not something you can toy with.”

“Thank you Kent... but I can’t leave him. I love him. Whatever this is that has you so riled up won’t make me leave him.”

“Don’t ever set foot in my home ever again. I might not be a great husband or father but I won’t let you be the reason I lose Bruno and the kids. It was nice working with you– somebody of your talent will surely find greener pastures.”

The way he watched me wasn’t much different from you this evening.

“You mean that?”

“It was nice knowing you, Now leave! Audrey!-- Please don’t die over a man… the Y/N that I know… knew… wasn’t this stupid.”

The maid promptly escorted me.

I made it home feeling rather hollow– making the whole thing with you murdering Kent rather pointless considering he had no genuine desire to ever see me again.

I sat in my room listening to your text messages ringing in the background, the little backlight for this horror film.

I headed back to the Tower with a sense of urgency, you weren’t there instead you were dealing with a sudden disaster that needed your attention after all you had two new rookies to show the ropes to, and when this shit happens Heroes are needed.

I knocked on somebody else’s door not caring if the cameras could see me.

“We need to talk, Kevin.”

The Deep looked at me confusedly, more shocked that I addressed him by his first name.

“What brings you here? And did you just call me Kevin!?”

“work, dipshit. Now let me in, we need to talk.”

#Homelander x Reader #Homelander X You #The Boys fanfiction #Homelander fanfiction #my fic tag #can we be lonely together?#I'm ESL sorry #dark fic #personal

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phvnthom · 2 years ago

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What's so wrong with the spiderverse movie🤔

Okay, I held off on answering this bc I want to clearly state this is MY personal grudge with the movie and is entirely subjective and weirdly specific and most people have and will just go, "Yeah, you're insane." And that's because I'm an absolute hater. BUT there's a reason. I promise there's a reason, and this is why I (personally) cannot stand this movie for the life of me. And to make this quick (for me) I'll just copy and paste whatever I've said before, but be warned there's an essay-level rant below the cut bc I'm insanely hateful over this.

But ITSV absolutely demolished and bastardized Miles as a whole. In the sense that it set everybody's brain back a good ten to fifteen years in critical thinking, and sanitized and branded him as a "cute little wholesome smol bean boi uwu so innocent" GIRL, he's sending people to the ICU EVERY DAY!!!!!!! Spider-Verse is literally spineless. And in broader terms, ITSV is a classic case of "the fandom ruined it" for me. ITSV is inoffensive and beautiful, but hollow. Everyone likes it because it was made to be liked by everyone. Watching ITSV!Miles feels like watching your best friend become a stranger. I literally do not register him as Miles, at all.

If you know nothing, you love him.

If you're a little kid, you love him.

My hatred of it comes from being bitter that that's the Miles who got it— not because the movie isn't revolutionary and beautiful and funny with a good everything— it is, of course it is. It was made to be as palatable and inoffensive as possible! Even with me being a colossal hater I still own the movie in physical copy in goddamn 4K HD, and when it's on, I enjoy it. It's funny. Beautiful. I literally cannot take my eyes off of it.

My gripe is personal and comes with the fact that that's the Miles everyone will know, and that's the Miles everyone will think of, and that's the Miles that gets remembered and gets plastered on all the merch and the only one that gets talked about in the mainstream, and the only one who floods all the tags or shows up anywhere. Because Spider-Verse is a work of art, but to me, that's just not really... Miles. And a mutual would just always say, "What are you talking about????? That's literally comic book Miles with a can of spray paint." And I just couldn't see it. I've read ultimate Miles and his latest run and a lot of the other runs he shows up in and I just don't see him.

To me, ITSV Miles is just... gutless. He has no personality. He has been culled of anything conflicting or ugly. He's bland. Boring. Praised for being nothing. Literally nothing in the movie, narrative or action-wise, was brought on by him. Everyone around him makes those actions for him and drives the narrative forward. He's just kinda..... there. The movie happens to him, he doesn't affect anything.

"Well, that's the purpose of the movie. It's supposed to be that way. It's him finding his way and navigating that uncertainty. He's not supposed to be powerful or do too much. That's the whole point."

I know that!!!!! And that's exactly why I don't like him!!!!

I don't find that narrative interesting or compelling or worth praising. The superpowers shouldn't be what makes him interesting or powerful. Miles does absolutely nothing the whole film. The only thing he ever does for himself is spray paint his logo over a suit he didn't make— a suit he ripped off from Peter.

That's it.

I don't believe he earned it either, especially when he magically swoops in maybe 5-10 minutes before the movie ends and gains all his agency out of nowhere. He has no sense of purpose on his own, the narrative just... gives it to him and then solves everything for him in one sweep. He's literally invisible and a bystander in his own movie. You see more character development with Peter than you ever get with any of the characters (which I know isn't the only development that matters, but is the one I'm focusing on right now).

And even with all that, you still get shit like this:

Everything gets compared to it, and punished when it doesn't reflect it. Like, I don't want no damn Spider-Verse bootleg ass game!!!!! (Yes, I prefer game!Miles. Yes, that's my Miles. Yes, I'm aware that makes me slightly biased).

Everybody sees Spider-Verse like some holy grail, but I'm so sick of seeing Spider-Verse Miles as the Miles. I want to see comic Miles or game Miles or whatever else— I really don't care at this point, I'm just sick of seeing him. Enough with the Miles that's all watered down!!! It's everywhere, like an eye-bleedingly bad wallpaper on every wall of the room you're in. You can't fucking escape it. It's practically shoved down your throat atp. It's oversaturation and I'm tired of it. It's literally just the ultimate level of dick-riding, is what it is.

I firmly believe Spider-Verse was the worst thing to ever happen to Miles, just like the MCU was the worst thing to happen to Peter. Every subsequent Spider-Verse movie just makes me want to commit murder.

And like, yes, I know it's a kids movie, but everyone in fandom are mostly adults, and the importance of this specific film has been raised to a higher status than what it should've been— it's on a pedestal. A very, very high one. It's not just a kids movie anymore. Even with the message that courage is hard and believing in yourself is the ultimate power to drive you to move forward, it feels so so hollow to me. The world is hollow and empty to me. The characters don't matter. Nothing is going on in that movie. Besides being aesthetically gorgeous, it has nothing.

Try to think of any characteristic of Spider-Verse!Miles that is remotely strong. Like, nothing jumps out (frankly, PS4 Miles would wipe the floor with him).

And it's not that I don't want Miles to be loved, what bothers me is that people are cementing ITSV!Miles as the Apex™ This movie is everywhere. Billions of people know it. It was a huge success. When this thing came out it was inescapable. It still is to this day!!! People who have never and will never see the movie know the songs. Hundreds of think pieces and essays and videos detailing how this is the greatest Spider-Man movie or piece of media/animation ever created and that it's this genius larger than life thing and I'm tired of it!!!! And it's not even the movie's fault!!!!

Most times I see Miles it's all from Spider-Verse. Like 99.9% of the time. It's like stepping into an alternate world or something. It's the baby-fied version of Miles. Literally the same treatment that Tom Holland's Spider-Man got, being pushed into this woobified cinnamon roll... role. Just complete and utter babyfication.

Not to mention, that for a lot of people this was their first introduction to Miles (shit, it was mine too! But then I played the MM game and realized how unappealing and unauthentic ITSV!Miles really is). So, they don't know anything else, of course this image of him is the one that gets accepted. This is a lot of people's Miles. Which is... fine. It's fine. But the movie made it so these very specific type of people flock to it an overwhelmingly disproportionate amount and then drown out everything else. It's kiddie Miles for people who like kiddie things and have literally never read anything else and never will.

And to basically bring the point home bc I'm rambling, tldr; I hate the way the movie is treated and the favor it gets shown. That's it. Which is kinda stupid, actually, bc how tf you gonna get mad for something being good and doing its job well????? Like???? 😭😭🤡🤡 Either way, this is all ridiculous and I'm sorry for anyone who had to read this ✌🏽

#ask #long post

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ducknotinarow · 1 year ago

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MM Raphael - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about… For multimuse blogs, please specify! *disclaimer I aint a spoiler free blog I have stated before like with Helluva Boss, this is your warning now there are spoilers in this post.*

I love this little gremlin boy so much. look at his smile pure gremlin uwu from the full trailer we got I knew I would be satisfied with this take on Raph. I can be kind of picky but that's just cause Raph was a character I always loved. I do like that Raph's anger issue was his only character trait least not like all he is about but that they did focus on the fact Raph dose just kind of like to fight in general. I like that he is sort of aware of it though and seems to try and handle it but clearly doesn't know so he turns it towards his more violent tendencies. And dose seem to try and not take it out on people around him. He has anger in him and he's trying which is why I love that he seems to turn towards sports at the end of the movie cause its not often a part of Raphael shows often give much attention to that he loves sports too. I look forward to more from this franchise with my boy ;3; I really just like that you can see for all of the boy they know who they wanna be but havent quite learned who they are.

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.)

"I'm not the best with uh spellin, " One of the more stylized writing styles clearly. The boy haven't had proper education for years so I feel they learned a lot from what they saw and Raph liked the subway graffiti they would see when making their way back home and learned to make it his writing style. Raph tries to control his emotions carefully emphasis on tries here of course. Draws attention to himself as seen in a lot of fights he tends not to care much for the whole be stealthy thing when it comes to a fight. Even crowing to get said attention before jumping in. Raph has a more out going personality shown from his large lettering. The gaping in his writing shows Raph enjoys his freedom.

Tends to take being grounded from the surface not well at all and pitting the blame toward Leo. Being able to explore the surface is the only real freedom he had and he dose carry this thought into going to school. Of course the heavy pen pressure come from tension and anger he has. That he doesn't full know the best way to deal with yet. I think having Beep bop and Rock steady however will help a bit but having a friend who gets it will do him even more wonders since they are closer in age. Despite being outgoing the slant of his writing shows Raph is a bit reserved which we see when it comes to April he doesn't talk as much as the other do or did when around her compared to how he is around his brothers even around the other mutants he was a tad more reserved here and there. Or outside of fights. Im pretty positive they will likely be like Splinterson considering Splinter isn't Yoshi but I would be to surprised if they didn't find a way to make use of Hamato for this verse but i'm not changing my tag XD so still under Hamato even if he won't be using that name unless stated he will be Splinterson in MM.

✈ : My muse and traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"Hmm I've been in the sewers, the subway, roof tops shipping yards-" Currently Raphael has only ever been around New York, they have gone to some pretty well know locations like Central Park or Madison Square garden, or stadiums but have yet to ever be out of New York. Of course, he likes the idea of maybe seeing more now that he's able to go to the surface. But hard to say if everyone is still willing to change their tune about Mutants. Even if they have been shown as Hero's this doesn't fully mean everyone and everywhere is ready to accept them or willing.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.)

"Ehhh I dunno 'bout that. 'ike i'll go I guess if I gotta?"

Despite living in hiding this guy is a pretty much a city guy at heart he is so used to the loud sound of a buzzing and bustling city. But with his wild energy he might love going out to the woods.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.)

"uh dunno I kind remember stuff as a kid like havin' nightmares and going to pops." I feel Raphael dose vaguely remember the one time Splinter took him and his brothers up to the surface.They seemed young but were able to start their training not long after. Raph sometimes had nightmares about the man that chased after them and would be the one to wake everyone else up and go to Splinter to sleep with. Dad is safe after all ;3;

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"Dose bulk up count as a food?"

Course it's pizza, but the bulk up in the crate during their shopping time was funny to me. Of course Raph always remembers the first time Splinter got his hands on a pizza for them. It was some of the first human food they ever tried and the most beautiful thing Raph has ever seen at that time in his life.

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Drake! he's the g.o.a.t!" Raphael likes Rap and R&B the most when it comes to music he dose enjoy Rock and heavy metal as well of course. But his favorite artis is Drake and if he could meet a celebrity he would want it to be Drake. he watched Degrassi solely because he found out Drake acted on that show. He might have a slight crush on the dude but he hasn't really figured that out himself. He also likes DJ Khaled, and Lil Wayne but course hes got his usual go to. He dose like a bit of pop as well here and there. He also will never admit it but some of the stuff Donnie listens to is kind of okay as he would phase it.

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.)

"Eh I sort of do maybe?"

Raphael in a way dose in that he's very aware of the situation he was once in, forever made to hide away from a word he just wants to be part of. Surrounded by the same four faces all his life. It sort of feeds into the little freedom he has and more he'll get. Raphael just wants to be able to meet more people experience things he never got to before all because he never really got to live before, not like how humans do at least. Going to school just being on the top of that list simply because it's such a normal mundane thing but something he thought he never have. That it never even occurred to him that humans themself sometimes aren't all given those same freedoms he thinks they are lucky to have.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.)

"Eh not 'ike i got much a bed time? oh guess I do now?" Raph's used to staying up late seeing as it was the only time him and his brothers were able to out and about that Splinter could agree on with at least. So Raphael is far more used to being active at night over during the day going to take a lot is adjusting to the change least during the school week. Raphael likes to be up late still often going to bed late in night school night or not. Getting to sleep can be a bit of struggle so he tries to tire himself out in all the ways they tell you not to like aimlessly using the internet thinking he'll pass out. Sometimes he dose but ends up leaving his phone playing videos because of it. So it's always low on battery.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.)

"I like the stuff I seen on the streets." I pick his writing style for a reason Raphs a fan of street art, he has watched humans in the cover of the night work on their own street art. Murals, tags and such that they come across the city always tends to catch his eye he thinks it looks cool. When he was learning to write he really wanted to sort of have a style like what he saw. Raph tends to doodle out his name and even brothers names with designs things he thinks fits each of them. Course later hell add another name with some hockey sticks and such. It's far more like graffiti he dose and sticker art. He came across some name tag stickers and will put his stuff on that to slap around the city when him and his brothers would run around for their errands in the past. Usually slapped on to the back of signs, street lights, even some bollards, or billboards. It's mostly either his name "raph" or styled stuff showing Sai.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.)

"Eh I sort use it?"

Raphael lurked in the past mostly making use of video platforms. He has a bad habit of falling asleep when watching tiktok and sending the videos to his brothers accounts. Once they get into school he will use twitter and snapchat, so to be in contact with some of the friends he's made. but he mostly sticks to texting apps like discord or whatsapp. Raphael just isn't much for social media but it was kind of the only way he could be part of the human world, so he did use it to just watch stuff. Mostly used it to watch dumb videos he found funny or keep track of news of stuff he was interested in. Like following Music Artis he likes.

✉ : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.).

"I finally got some human friends so 'hats cool." As I mentioned before Raphael is pretty out going in general, he's not shy or even close to being an intervert himself. But he can be a tad reserved as a person. When it came to meeting and being around April of course he doesn't shy away from talking and answering questions but he dose tend to hang back a tad. When they met superflys crew Raph sort of did the same once the idea of afight was dropped with this reveal. We do see him pretty ecstatic around Beep bop and Rocksteady however but he still seems the most comfortable around his brothers even when at the Dance he's a bit more playful with them. But we can see him being open around the kids hes befriending. He's a friendly person and likely willing to talk to anyone but it takes him a moment to warm up and be more okay with all his sides being shown.

Raph still wants very much to meet someone who just understands him in a way most don't. Raphael knows he has a lot of anger issue to work through and he tries to handle that best he can but it has made him pretty interested in things that come off more violent like things. Sport, horror movies, fighting in general. Raph isn't a bad person or even trying to be intimating well outside a fight of course, but his interest likely will sort of give him a rep in school as a tough kid, scary dog privilege basically. Look big and mean but when you know Raph? once again scary dog privilege hes loyal and pretty loving very outwardly at that.

Why meeting Casey is such a thing. Casey and Raph hold a bit of rivalry since Raph going into school he wants to just try out for every sport the school has to offer. Of course, this meant the hockey team as well. Raph liked the more contact sports like football over soccer so he tried for the team along with another kid. They were both good but the coah wasn't sure who to pick. Raph wasn't fully set on it but this stupid kid picking a fight with him made him a tad petty so they wound up getting into a fight. To which even after going home with a black eye he told Splinter in a very excited manner he had made a friend. Sure Raph has some like friends least kids he could get along with but I feel thats more outta of convince. Casey is the first person he kind of opens up around to with stuff he hasn't with his brothers even. That got long TDLR: Raph can be reversed and def has the aura of a scary dog like a pit bull so people can be a tad turned off from getting too close to him and his over ethuism for certain things. He got some humans hes friendly with who gotten past that but he can be a tad reserved deepening how comfortable he gets with someone else. And much like many dogs like Pits? Hes actually very friendly, and welcoming.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.).

"I only now going to school so?"

Anything Raph dose know was taught by splinter or something he abosrd growing up. I don't see him being the best student when it comes to school either. He dose great in subjects like Gym and even art a bit. (I like to think he'll take some art classes) but as for the rest? he'll have some struggles mostly Math and Science courses.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.).

" uh 'm a turtle?" I think Raph likes animals I feel i've said this with nearly all them so far? i really just think Raph is a cat person. But I feel MM also is pretty big on dogs as well. Which is why I keep saying hes got scary dog privilege haha. Dogs sort of match his energy but cats are nice and calming. I feel he treats them pretty nicely gently and with care knows ya gotta let an animal come to you sort. And when one dose? hes the happiest turtle in the world at that moment uwu

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.)

"ehh I try?"

I think Raph has found things for his brother like if he spots something they might like or related to it? he'll snag it when on their runs.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.).

"I Love them I do jus'..ya know I wanna know others too? nothin' wrong with it?"

Raphael is very much a teen in that part of his life where he's trying to have his own life. Sometimes he can get carried away with it even no that it's something he can have, rather spending time with a friend over his brothers. It's nothing against them at all more him not quite learning that balance yet. But of course his brothers will always be his top priority when it comes down to it. His brothers mean a lot to him and they were his first friends as well. Nothing can ever get between him and them he will feel bad if any of them feel as if that is the case of course.

Raph very much tries to play cool around his brothers pretending he doesn't care but you can see how thats just an act. That he is playing to around his brothers. Sometimes he lets it slip like mentioning he would like to go to school never fully saying why though. Raph is very close to them all though openly joking around with them just being a full dork and getting up into to trouble like messing with Leo's sword and throwing ninja stars around. Despite him sometimes being annoyed with hoe Leo acts and can be you can also see how excited he gets when leo wants to join in on something for once. He gotta be close enough with leo to not be too upset hes playing with his sword. Even leo sort of joins in a bit when they are playing around on the roof. Raph seems to be able to get his brother into messing around.

Like Mikey dose when he tends to start most the jokes they get into even. Raph's clearly older brother side kicks in around them letting Mikey climb on top of him and such. And Raph being quick to jump in to try and help him and Donnie out when they need it that is. Doesn't baby either of them but is for sure there and ready to get in the mix of the danger.

With Donnie his twin uwu never letting this go when I can apply it. He dose pick on them a tad for being a weeb but it is outta of love, luckily anime is more main stream so I doubt Don will have to worry about being picked on for it but if he was? Raph would stand up for them in his own way "Hey he might be a a major dweed for likin' it and he is a major dweeb for likin' it but least he got better thing todo then pick on someone for it" type of sticking up.

He dose try and show some care into what his brothers like but it's cause he really just needs that himself in his life.

He loves Splinter and respects them he dosen't like be grounded but he'll stick to it and not break it even if he grumbles over it. Raph in part dose understand Splinter just looking out for him and his brothers. Sometimes that means he gets grounded or scolded but he dosen't always take it personally more that Splinter dosen't understand to which yeah some bits Splinter dosen't understand. But Raph still dosen't fault them to much for it. Hes still not ready to have a mom though and a tad grossed out on Splinters relationship but it makes him happy so? As for the rest of his family he is getting used to the suddenly abundance he has. He liked having more family around and is closest to Beepbop and Rocksteady, his sort like uncles he can be found with them the most when it comes to the extended part of his family. They sort of get the anger thing and often offer some advice when he's feeling just a tad ganged up on. I like to think they encourage him on his friendship with Casey since they are such an inseparable pair themselves.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ you think first i hit first aflockoffeathers]#[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[our rivalry is no different than fire and rain forthehonorandtheglory]#muse headcanons #muse bio: hamato rapheal #meme anaswers #ic reply #stayed qeued #((like I know raph said it himself but I have a slight joke on why he drake its why i picked drake as a crush and why he watched a show the #were in and it is all related to you saying your mm casey lived in canada XD cause drakes form there and the show is a canadian show XD))

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axemetaphor · 1 year ago

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ooh, a tag game

i dont use spotify anymore because the ads drive me nuts + my phone doesnt have the storage or stability for an APK so I'll just use this as an excuse to talk about some stuff I've been listening to lately

i've had the entirety of Pierce the Veil's newest album The Jaws of Life on loop in my car for a hot minute now, at least a few weeks. my favorite tracks from it are Pass the Nirvana and Flawless Execution, before even buying the album i made art thanks to Flawless Execution lmao. Damn the Man, Save the Empire also deserves a mention since i wrote a fic because of it.

i also nabbed Fall Out Boy's So Much (For) Stardust recently, and it's really fucking good too. favorites there are probably Heaven, Iowa and Flu Game.

outside of Entire Albums I've Had On Repeat This Month, i've been listening to RISK, RISK, RISK! by Jhariah a fuckton, been meaning to listen to the rest of their work but i'm lazy. also @greateggcult introduced me to I'll Kill My Friends (In An Honest Way) by Cade Crider and i've been hooked on it since though i'm less-obsessive about it at this moment (this may be subject to change). for some reason also when i had a hypomanic episode earlier this month (i think it was this month?? who knows) i got obsessed with GMFU by Odetari, but specifically the sped-up remix. i dont know why i always gravitate toward hyperpop when my brain's fucked up that way but i do. in a similar vein to that at roughly the same time i was listening to this mashup of Slayyyter, Ashnikko, Ayesha Erotica and Big Freedie called Stupid Boy. ill level with yall i only know Slayyyter and Ayesha Erotica but 1- i fully thought this was just A Song That Exists and not someone's mashup, it's that seamless, and 2- the other two are also really fuckin good in this song so thats not a deterrent LMAO

...also that remix of Spooky Scary Skeletons where someone threw in Timmy Trumpet's Freaks. that's been annoying my neighbors for a few days now. what can i say, it's really fucking good

who should I tag ... vienna, i've already @'d you in this post for credit sake, so feel free to do this if you want. also @ghost-orion i Demand you do this when you get your wifi back. @meowchela and @royal-rage i will also bother you with this uwu

thank you for tagging me in this i love talking about music :]]]

I was tagged by the lovely @daphneblakess 💕

shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and list the first 10 songs that play!

1) enjoy the silence - depeche mode

2) not good enough - denton and rosecat

3) drew you a picture - kinneret

4) your side of town - the killers

5) little dark age - mgmt

6) a house in nebraska - ethel cain

7) no wind resistance! - kinneret

8) heartbeat - childish gambino

9) fit for this - denton and rose catalyst

10) chinese satellite - phoebe bridgers

I'm tagging @bubbleheadnurze @jauniegal @dykecotomia @dronemetal @frnk3nstein @adolinss

#not going to mention in the body of the post but for a while i was hooked on this electronica playlist CD my dad made in the 80s #he gave it to me as a gift or something--idk i borrowed it then tried to give it back and he was like Nah You Can Keep It so asdfghjk #but i hardly know the names of the songs on it because the formatting shows up weird on my phone so. :shrug:#rambles.txt #long post #replies #hope you were prepared for an essay LMAO #i do this thing where i just listen to a song/album over and over and over again for like. a month straight. maybe 2 #sometimes itll be a couple albums/songs at a time. but that is hilariously less frequent than it being Just One #idk if other ppl do that or if it's a mento iwness thing. i Do know my mom cant fuckin stand it so i do worry i piss off my neighbors hghfj

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puppiehowl · 5 years ago

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Wuff wuff! This puppy gots a real collar now~! I'm so happy!! 🐕 🐾

#birch barks!#I EVEN GOTS A TAG.... it says good boy on the back uwu #petreg #puppy regressor #puppy regression #pet regression #puppycore #canine therian #canine kin #dogkin #dog therian #sfw pup #sfw puppy play #sfw puppyspace #puppyreg #puppyxspace #collars!

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pynkgothicka · 3 years ago

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Could this thristy & dirty soul ask about all ageup batboys (or only Dick and Jay if 4 are so much) "hunting" a poor nurse Reader. One who met them in the hospital whey they escort a victim or a family member as cover or something like that in their vigilante alter egos, and asked them if they need a fix, due to his nature as a good person). Maybe, MAYBE (i'm horny rn uwu) with smut kinda any of the following: bondage, kidnapping, corruption kink, claiming/marking, dubcon or noncon, gaslighting

Dark! Batboys x Fem! Reader

a/n:This is like 6 pages long, and I'm sorry it took eons for me to finish… I don't even like the finished product tbh

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, breeding, fivesome????, praise, cliaming/marking, bondage, GASLIGHTING, SEXUAL ASSULT, KIDNAPPING, DEGRATION

Your personal hell started when Red Robin came to the asylum one night. He was so drained and out of it, you couldn't help but dote on him and nurse him back to health. You allowed him to rest in your office, all under your protection. You couldn't do much, but you assumed it was the thought that counts.

And when he woke up you were asleep instead. It was strange seeing someone so caring working in such a hellhole. And yet here you were, living proof there was some good in Gotham. So what else would he do besides not tell his adoptive brothers. And they made it their sole mission to talk and watch over you. All without you figuring it out.

"Make sure we have empty rooms for the night!!" Your Co worker called out to you, interrupting your train of thought as you made one of the hospital beds. Sweat poured down your face as the bright light of the room beamed down on you. "Oh and one of Batman's boys is going to be bringing in someone from an interrogation or something. Greet them for me and lead the way so the patient can be booked." You nodded your head and got back to work.

You picked up your clipboard and made your way to the front of the Asylum, your kitten heels getting stuck in the mud as you walked outside. You used your clipboard as an umbrella to hide from the rain. You were probably going to be assigned more than you could chew which would lead you to staying late, which is one thing you did not want to do in Gotham. If anything, all you needed to do was get home, on time and safe. You mumbled to yourself taking notes at what your plans for the night would end up being. And you weren't excited to say the least.

Unbeknownst to you though, you crashed right into a large mass. You stumbled back, thankfully your mud coated heel keeping you in place. You looked up to see no one other than the current Robin, bulkier than the previous ones. His sword was ever so bright in the night, the shine reflected off the moonlight. His hair was cut short and spiky, and he had one of your patients for the night. Just by one look at the man you could tell it was Fear Toxin. The way he shook and mumbled to himself was all the signs you needed.

“Ahem.”

The voice pulled you from your trance and you shook your head refocusing yourself. “I’m assuming you're in charge tonight?” His voice rang in authority. Yet there was a slight teasing in the way he spoke to you.

"Ermm, Yeah I guess. Is he okay?!" You asked, grabbing the injured man's hands. He jerked away from you still mumbling to himself. You realized that Scarecrow's toxin had settled in for far too long, most likely giving him irreversible brain damage. “Come on, let's get you some help.” You took the man away from the hulking Robin. His eyes followed you as you stumbled while pulling your heels from the ground at a steady pace. You opened the door to the infirmary, giving the trauma stricken man to your coworker. She pulled you close by your collar, placing a hand on your clipboard.

“Be careful with this one, I hear he has a real temper.”

“What?”

She motioned behind you, taking your clipboard. “I’d head home, quickly. Hes a fucking asshole.” She pulled away smiling at you. “Sign the new patient in, and have a lovely day sir.” You turned around seeing an uninterested Robin,and all he did was give a firm nod. You looked around anxiously teetering on your heels. You were about to turn around but a firm hand held you in place. You looked up and back at his hand.

"You have to come with me, We'd like to interrogate you for Scarecrow's recent crime."

"How would I, a nurse who's been at work all day, have anything to do with what's just happened?"

"Well you do know the Toxin like the back of your hand correct? So you would know something about his latest strand, correct?"

"What makes you think that??" You scoffed out trying to yank his hand away.

"You were just analyzing who I just bought in, and I never told you what happened. Now do you really want to challenge me?"

You let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. Lead me out." Robin turned around and led you out the building. You were walking just fine until a hand grabbed you at the back of your throat. The force pulled you back, rubbing against another man.

"Shh, you're alright."

There were two fingers in your neck, right at your pressure points. You started to blank out, vision getting spotty. You fell into the person's arms the last thing you heard was Robin and the other man arguing. It was all jumbled and blurred.

When you came too, you were in a nice bed. A hand rubbed at your hair, petting you like a cat. It was soothing, strangely. Your outfit was completely changed, now in red silk and lace. Everything was blurred but what you could easily make out was the two forms in bed with you. One was a bulkier figure with shaggy black hair, almost in a mullet. He laid facing you, an arm wrapped around your waist. The other was much skinner and leaner, and he was the one petting your hair, his own hair being short with an undercut.

“Look who's awake, And I thought Jason had hurt you. That would have been such a waste.” The one in front of you said rubbing your side. The one above you turned your face towards him, a small smile creeping into his face.

"You're so gorgeous when you sleep, Hey guys! She's up!” He then leaned down to kiss your forehead. It was strange how these boys showed you more love and affection than anyone has in your entire life. Then the door to the room bursted open two more bulked up adonises walking in and just staring at you. You shivered under their harsh gaze. The undercut one leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Don't be shy, they're not going to hurt you."

"I don't-" A strawberry was shoved into your mouth, the sweetness and chocolate coating cutting you off.

"Behave, they worked hard to get you." The bulkier one on the bed added. Then it hit you.

"Y-Your Robin…" everything started swirling around you as you started piecing together everything. These were all of Batman's boys, his main sidekicks at least. "Your all Robin…"

"You were always so smart." You looked deeper into the one who kept talking to you. That was Tim Drake, the boy who now runs Wayne's Enterprises.

"Your Tim Drake… wait that means your Dick…. Damian… and Jason? You're supposed to be dead…" You looked down trying to wrap your head around what was happening. You were dreaming, maybe Scarecrow's toxin had gotten to you. Or maybe this was real, and you had to run. You started to get up, but Dicks hands game to your side pinning you down at the hips, you started lashing out in a fit of rage and sorrow. You needed to leave.

"Shit she's losing it, give me something to restrain her!." Dick yelled, keeping you down. His grip tightened as you got rougher, trying to harm Dick anyway imaginable. Your protests grew louder as Jason took your arms and tied them close to your body, turning into a board. Your feet were also tied at the ankles all with zip ties, the slightest movement would make them dig into your skin further than they were. You knew that they were going to bruise.

"You couldn't find anything else!?!" Damian yelled at Jason. The tension between the two was strong. "It's like you want to hurt her… I swear to fucking God, If she wasnt here I’d fucking kill you.."

"Fuck off, Your lucky that I even worked with you."

"Guys how about we show we aren't dysfunctional and make her feel welcomed?" Dick suggested obviously done with whatever they had going on. Dick looked down at you, now tear streaked and sobbing silently. "Are you scared baby? They aren't going to hurt you, look you just have to trust them alright?"

You repeated No over and over again as Tim and Dick tried calming you down. Tim kept stroking your hair while Dick held you close, arms wrapped around your torso. All Damian and Jason did though was eye each other down, breathing heavily with each tick. Dick finally sighed and let go of you before motioning for the two to follow him, then with them following behind, stepped outside and closed the door. A bit of pressure was relieved, as only Tim had you now.

"Dicks going to handle it darling, don't worry. I'm so happy you calmed down though. We had such a huge night planned out for you." Tim laid a kiss on your forehead, a loud mwah popping off in your ears.

"What do you mean…" You muttered out, eyeing the door down.

"We've been working on this for months, and of course we have to celebrate your arrival. Plus, Dick made chocolate covered strawberries, you don't want to make him feel bad do you?"

"I guess not…" Tim tore off the stem and placed one end into his own mouth before leaning down and hovering over your own. He poked at them, trying to get you to open up. In which you reluctantly did. Tim used this as an opportunity to kiss you, slipping his tongue in besides the strawberry. His kisses were slow and sensual, each time he pulled away he would come back and keep up the pace he set.

"You make me feel so whole darling. I need you…" Tim mumbled against your lips. He hugged you close, handling your bound arms with caution.

That entire night Dick, Damian and Jason didn't come back at all. It was just you and Tim spoiling the shit out of you. It was strange, when it was just you and him, you felt safe and untouchable. He handled you with such care and genuine love.

Tim loved you, and protected you, he loved you.Tim would watch movies with you and cuddle. He would whisper sweet nothings into your ear and overall treat you like a goddess. And that's what he genuinely saw you as, a goddess and he wanted to be one of your worshipers.

So when that peace was disrupted after a particularly bad mission, and you walked out of your room to see where Tim was, he was nowhere to be found. You started to panic, your only source of any real protection gone. Tim Would always come and greet you, then grab a snack, finally come back and spend the eture night with you. And you were stuck with 3 men who adored you and yet haven't acted on it.

So you tried turning around to head back to your "room." But Dick grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face the other two. "I'm assuming you're looking for Tim? He's going to be right back. But you know it's so weird that We are reaping none of the benefits of keeping you here huh?” Dick said, holding you in vice grip. You took in a gulp of air as Jason came closer to you, almost like he was a caged tiger and the slightest bit of movement would set Jason off. You backed further into the countertop, he looked pissed, hell everyone looked pissed.

“Why does he hoard you so much?” Jason stated.

That was the first time you heard him speak to you directly in a while. You kept muttering please as he soon was directly on you, looking down at your form. Jason leaned down and kissed you harshly and yet you could tell he meant every bit of it. His hands held you in place by your hips, and you could feel him slowly grind into your pelvis.

“Dick told us we could borrow you for a minute, as long as your guard is gone, you're ours.” Jason hissed into your neck, layering hickies on top of hickies. Damian came up next to you rubbing your back and trailing a hand to your hair. He forcefully turned it to where you looked at him and him only. He crashed your lips together, in a passionate kiss. Dick just watched, taking in everything he worked so hard to finally fall into place. It was such a long time of Dick having to force the two together, and get to a point of at least tolerating each other. Plus what kind of brother would he be if he didn't help his adoptive brothers get what they wanted.

Jason's kisses traveled further down, his hands making quick work of the large t-shirt you wore. Damian helped, disconnecting from your lips to pull the top above your head. He ground against your side, his hands coming to squeeze your breasts. You could feel Damian's smirk on your own lips. Meanwhile Jason was making quick work of your panties, yanking them down by the sides, watching as you became exposed to him. It was one big huge turn on, the anticipation and all the waiting he’d gone through,just for a taste of you. And Jason did, shoving his face right into your cunt, tongue lapping at your bud. You grabbed onto the counter-top, squeezing your eyes shut. You imagined it was someone else, some mass of black.You didn't want to associate yourself with what they were doing.

Then the door to the apartment opened, showing a horrified Tim Drake. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, and angered all at once.

“Wh-What are they… They Didn't want her.. This entire time. Why are they with-”

“Look at her Tim, don't you see everyones happy? Do you not want that for her… For us.”

DIck was wrong, you were horrified. Yet nothing could compare to the feeling of your blood going cold coming next.

“I've been spending all my time with her! Why do y-”

“Hey this is good for us, don't you trust me?” Tim looked off to the side before taking a deep breath in and nodding.

You snapped. You started to scratch again and beat at Jason's head. He pulled away, a string of spit connecting you to his lips. He grabbed at your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. Your face was red and stained.

“I think you need to be in zip ties again. Plus,” Jason got close to your ear and lowered his voice, “Gonna make it real easy to breed that cunt.” That took all the fight out of you, Damian pulling out a set of zip ties, easily locking you in place when you tried getting away from them. You slumped down on the ground and sobbed louder. You hid your face in your upper arms, npt daring to look up. You felt a hand rest of your arm and you tried jerking away from out of his grasp.

"Darling, come on it's not that bad… They are good people."

"No Tim… just no."

"I don't want to force you, but this is good for us. We can bond, as a family."

"I don't want to be in your fucked up fucking family. I.. I'm a virgin for god's sake…" You said sternly. You stayed put, refusing to get up and leave.

"What's the hold up?" You heard Damians voice come closer to you. You chose to ignore him, blocking everyone out.

"She's uncomfortable and a virgin-"

"Oh for god's sake Tim, get aggressive with her, rough her up." Damian grabbed you by your hair. "You need to learn where the fuck is your place. You think you have all these privileges but now, you're going to listen and obey." Your breaths became heavy and wearied out, you reluctantly nodded. "Your such a good girl, I think Tim should go first, since he's got so fucking attached huh? Plus I think he wants to pop that cherry for you, right?" Damian sneered, getting up and walking past the kneeling Tim. You barely paid any attention to what was happening around you. But you were brought back real quick when you were picked up and brought to your room. Your body was placed gently on the bed. Tim stood over you now completely naked, obviously nervous at what he was planning on doing.

"I already prepped her for you and everything. Get what you deserve." Jason taunted standing behind Tim. In which Tim gulped and nodded, taking you by your ankles and positing his cock in front of your needy entrance. He slid in slowly, both of you gasping and moaning out. Tim hesitantly pushed himself all the way to the hilt. His front half gave out, as he fell forwards and hovered over you.

“Do you like that?" He asked timidly over you.

"I-"

He gave you no time to respond as he pulled his hips away and thrusted inside you again. He was gentle yet somewhat harsh, but you could tell he was seeking both of your pleasures. You looked away in a daze as the rest of them stood over you menacingly. Tim was loudly moaning into your ears, not having any plans on stopping.

"Shit she's cumming, look at you. Making her fall apart." Dick blurts rubbing at your thighs. And he was right, you were in pure bliss, Tim hitting all the right spots inside you.

"Claim her, she came on your cock, so it's your right to cream her fucking cunt." Jason added.

"Y-Yeah… my fucking.. right…" Tim panted out forcing himself further into you, pushing you into overstimulation and his release. And he was coming undone before your very eyes. Tim pulled you up and bit down into your shoulder, muffling his own whimpers. And with that he shot himself deep inside your womb, the rest of the boys cheering you on. You watched as the man you trusted turned into something you feared the most. Tim pulled away from you falling next to you.

"Shes fucked dumb." Damian commented coming close to your face. "What's wrong, couldn't break loose??" He snickered tracing the red mark Tim left.

"I call dibs on going next…"

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taromolktea · 3 years ago

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𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶

Diluc, Albedo, Xiao, Kaeya (all separate) X Reader (they/them pronouns; 2nd person)

word count: 1.1k

content: waking up to pretty boys n their bedheads- bedhead heacanons… bedcanons, if you will okay maybe not; a teeny bit suggestive in Kaeya's part bc it's Kaeya lmao otherwise it's all soft shit

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𝕯𝖎𝖑𝖚𝖈

he’s usually pretty good at keeping his hair out of the way but when he comes home from a long night of being Batman, sometimes mans jus wants to go to bed and who could blame him

certainly not you

not when he wakes up with his hair a complete and utter mess of red velvet cowlicks aaaaahh

it’s my personal hc that Diluc actually has like. leftover baby face. which he pretends not to notice about himself but he does

like sure he acts mature it’s the trauma but he’s got the face of an angel baby and when his hair is messy and down, his more boyish charm is brought to light hehe

he wakes up a little grumpy bc of his hair bein all up in his face and he bats at it spluttering like damn he’s not even fully conscious and the day is already doin him a bamboozle

your cooing is the first sweet sound in his ears tho and your fingers carding through his hair are the first sweet touch he feels which is always a win in Diluc’s book

“sleep well?” you ask, your hands cradling his face

“well enough i suppose… *yawn *i always sleep better with you, sweetheart” he replied all groggy, “you… feel nice.” he adds, learning into your palm and his cheek smushes uwu

sleepy Diluc = no filter Diluc and he says the sweetest things

but only for a little while bc his own mushiness wakes him up (plus your giggling) as he awkwardly leans back and coughs, tryna hide in his mane and hope the blush on his cheeks jus blends in w the rest of the red

it does actually but that jus makes it cuter

𝕬𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖔

definitely the type to jus go to bed still wearing the same clothes he wore earlier because all he knows is alchemy, sleep, repeat

you’ve done a tremendous service in setting up a pretty decent nighttime routine for him which is basically jus making him use all the same products n things you use bc he already likes watching you use them so he doesn’t mind recreating the routine himself, it makes him think of you :) especially bc you’re likely to be asleep by the time he gets back from the lab

on his lazier nights tho, when he jus wants to go to bed and curl up next to you, he wakes up with messy braids that half the time aren’t even tied together in the back anymore and his bangs are pointing to the North Star lmao

many of those who are lucky enough to even see Albedo around Mondstadt will confirm that he is, in fact, beautiful to look at. like art. he’s a masterpiece.

and yknow what he’s still a masterpiece with his bangs pointing to the North Stare nodnod

he doesn’t understand why you’re giggling at him but he smiles when he feels you press a kiss on his exposed forehead ALBEDOEXPOSEDFOREHEADAGENDAALBEDOEXPOSEDFOREHEADAGENDAALBEDOEXPOSEDFOREHEADAGENDA

“is something funny?” he asks, keeping his forehead against yours

“you.”

“me?”

“mhm. your hair’s a mess- it’s cute!”

“i-i see… well, i’m glad you find it so endearing.”

he’s not the self conscious type normally but even Albedo can’t help wanting to look just a tiny bit more presentable for you as his hands start trying to fix his hair, only for his fingers to get intertwined with yours as you stop him

“i’ll do it. i know you secretly want me to every morning.”

“you know me too well, love. or maybe this was all an experiment to get you to do my hair for me forever.”

“hm… maybe.”

𝖃𝖎𝖆𝖔

little meow meow doesn’t pay much attention to his appearance/hair bc yknow. karmic debt n demon slaying keep him pretty occupied

probs can’t even fathom the idea of bedhead bc mans don’t sleep hdfghjfksdfgjdjshjd im in spain but the s is silent

as his s.o, you have the profoundly unique ability to coax him into proper resting habits

it took him awhile before he was able to sleep in your bed w you but it’s become his sanctuary uwu if he feels like treating himself he’ll initiate cuddles

little spoon Xiao 🤝 bedhead Xiao like his short hair sticks up in all sorts of angles btwn getting squished in your arms, the bed n lots of pillows

he wakes up lookin like a wreck but he’s actually the most well rested he’s ever been in 2000 years wow

whines when you scoot away to go to the bathroom all wait where are you going pls don’t leave like he sits up n really contemplates following you bc he’s so attached to your presence, he doesn’t like being w/o you

waits patiently but grabs you n sets you on his lap the moment you’re back

melts under your touch as you run your fingers through his hair, mostly bc you know he loves scalp massages, but also in a halfhearted effort to “fix” his bedhead

“why’d you stop?” he asks quietly n you sigh “i think your bedhead is unfixable, but it’s okay. you’re still my pretty boy.”

“bedhead…? is that some mortal insult?” “what- no?”

you show him his hair with a nearby handheld mirror pushes you on the bed n covers your face with a pillow bc you were giggling at his surprised reaction

“Xiao!” you whine under the pillow “it’s fine! everyone gets bedhead!” “hmph. i’m ashamed you saw me in such a state.” “you’re still as cute as a button, i promise!” “……………………………promise?” “mhm!” “…okay.”

𝕶𝖆𝖊𝖞𝖆

doesn’t get bedhead. he’s Kaeya L’oreal commercial headass Alberich.

teases you for y o u r bedhead bc he’s a menace to society

the 2 of you probs end up w his hair in both yalls mouths

has yelped in the middle of the night from either of you tossing n turning in bed n his hair getting caught as a result

“as much as i love when you pull my hair in bed, this is becoming detrimental to my health” “then perish”

somehow convinces you to help him braid his hair so it doesn’t bother either of you anymore when you’re tryna sleep

ends up making him too powerful bc Kaeya w wavy hair? i am passing away.

maybe if he ever cuts his hair short then it would look messy when he wakes up n he kinda panics like wait this wasn’t part of the deal

has to sit through all your teasing as retribution for all the times he teased you for your bedhead, this is The Way

puts up w it all bc he loves any attention from you he even likes when you pull his hair better when it’s short oop

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc fluff #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao fluff #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #incoming telepathy 🔮

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extra-spicy-fire-noodles · 2 years ago

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Hope it’s safe to tag you here uwu (for the fear of another long-ass ask) @sokkastyles

We often recalled Zuko’s life-changing Agni Kai in one flow: Got his face burned off, banished, and cursed to chase the Avatar forever. However, if we take a closer look, we can sort Ozai’s punishments into two categories: Zuko's disrespectfulness and another method to end the Agni Kai.

So, how exactly did Zuko disrespect?

Iroh told Zuko this before allowing him to go into the war room: “Very well. But you must promise not to speak. These old folks are a bit sensitive, you know?”

By speaking out of turn, Zuko made General Bujing “unhappy”. Initially, in The Storm, Lieutenant Jee didn’t know about Zuko’s scar’s origin, despite being in the Fire Nation’s army. Nevertheless, in Zuko Alone, residents in Lee’s village did seem to have a pretty good account of what had happened to the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation. From this information, we can speculate that Ozai kept his atrocities behind the closed door to save his face and ensure his authority in the country. Keeping his inner circle happy was also a part of the scheme; thus, disrespecting one of Ozai’s generals means disrespecting the Fire Lord himself as well. Zuko, a 13-year-old boy as he was, didn’t have any idea about this tactic and suffered the consequence. The act of stripping away Zuko’s honour as the Crown Prince, banning him from returning to the Fire Nation, and sending him on a rusty ship to chase a myth was Ozai’s way to put Zuko at his lowest point, to learn the “respect” he had dared to defy.

This left us with the duel and the scar. During the Agni Kai, Zuko knew that he had disrespected Ozai

But he didn’t know that his opinion was wrong

Looking back, the Agni Kai is used to settle a dispute. What’s the dispute here? Whether it’s justifying to send a division of inexperienced fighters into the battlefield as bait. Zuko accepted the challenge to prove that his opinion is right, however, again, questioning the General’s plan is questioning the way Ozai rules, and so, it must be Ozai who’d show up in the duel, not Bujing. Under Sozin’s reign, Agni Kai duels were made to be deadly. Nevertheless, if Ozai killed Zuko, those who didn’t know the full story would hold speculations against the Fire Lord as well as his authority. Ozai then resolved to burn Zuko's face, as an act of mimicking the “killing blow”.

What’s important to note here is Ozai’s justification of the duel. The challenge was meant to settle the dispute, yet, Ozai’s presence ensured that Zuko would always lose. The final result was pre-determined, and the 41st division was deemed to be sacrificed. I stumbled upon a take on Ozai’s punishment, saying that in Ozai’s mind if Zuko had dared to speak against the plan, would he go to any length to protect his man? Zuko’s refusal to fight back was a display of cowardice, not only according to the tradition but also to the status of a “leader”. At first, this take does seem very plausible. Nonetheless, Ozai had long reminded himself and others that he’s the one worthy of the crown, not Iroh and that the way he rules is always right, why would he try to morph Zuko into a different leader than him, who would sacrifice an entire division for an advantage on the battlefield?

Speaking of this ruling style, we also have glimpses of it here:

Azula, defied even nature, to gain the time advantage. Azula, willing to sacrifice her men and threaten them if they dare to question otherwise, knowing full well that she would always be able to escape if the worst case happened.

What intrigues me the most, however, isn’t that scene, but this:

On the surface, it’s Azula showing her contempt for her Uncle for his “weakness” (showing emotions). However, the word she used was “general”, not “father”, and it paints a whole new picture of Azula’s mindset on the relationship between the leader and his men. On the battlefield, there are no more fathers and sons, only generals and soldiers. War generalises everything and has mercy on no one. I once thought Azula said this intending to accuse Iroh of “coming home and crying” rather than turn his grief of losing a comrade into rage and destroying the enemy. Considering Sozin’s firebending is fueled by rage and Azula used the word “burn”, this take might be plausible. Yet, before that, she deemed Iroh a “quitter”, someone who gave up on a glorious mission for a petty reason. And, judging by the way she treated her men as aforementioned, I believe that Azula only thought of men as pieces on a chess board in which the generals and the leaders are the players, the goal is the top priority. It’s okay losing someone in the long run (if they don’t turn against her, of course, you know what I mean, *wink wink*). This also raises the question of whether this is how Azula wants her father to treat her on the battlefield, considering she’s a burning desire to go with him in the final battle. I think not. Being beaten by a “filthy peasant” was one factor contributing to her final breakdown. In a nation that prides itself on strength, I doubt Azula has ever contemplated her death during the middle of a battle, though she will calculate every move to ensure that she’s the last man standing (alongside her father).

The quote shows how deep Ozai’s ideology had imprinted in Azula’s mind at such a young age. It also stresses the burden of being a child soldier, not being able to decide what’s normal without reconciling it with the raging war.

#Ozai #Zuko #Azula #atla meta

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catch-the-wind · 3 years ago

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when reader is sick hc's

finally posting writing here so true

n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh

ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them

okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah

tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours

diluc

is not working or traveling when his partner is sick

absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks

he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help

absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO

was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3

absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed

“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie

diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted

he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3

gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep

also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3

cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD

kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while

n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health

kaeya

like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick

wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place

but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer

he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3

he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich

asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried

he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3

refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day

brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too

jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead

and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3

many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3

jean

absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better

panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix

wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her

kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner

her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes

she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh

she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas

jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work

absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3

albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought

if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu

lisa

works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o

probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there

“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)

makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep

also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek

she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad

jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such

klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better

purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers

reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies

worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-

albedo

cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick

immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery

he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do

also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating

kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them

klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL

many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too

domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with

tartaglia

takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh

brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3

he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise

also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while

absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem

rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3

his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such

zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-

many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep

also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them

he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick

dainsleif

the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh

he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks

he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”

is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone

cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten

reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name

ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh

but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway

dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep

dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”

he got sick

but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end

ohm ambros

the doctor with his ill lover oh my god

he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL

kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them

diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3

sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay

ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected

barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books

ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting

he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye

ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺

n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS

sulien ambros

when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue

man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3

sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-

like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3

sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO

reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head

tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes

scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL

sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3

Edit: a link to part 2

#genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #jean x reader #lisa x reader #albedo x reader #dainsleif x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #ohm ambros x reader #sulien ambros x reader #lane's ocs #genshin fluff #hc's #lyz.writes #i'm finally posting here omg #so many tags...#goodNIGHT

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bastillewolf · 4 years ago

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Hello idk if the requests are still going but if not then its okay ignore this and if they are please don't over work yourself and you don't need to do my request if you don't want to just stay healthy and eat well and drink lots of water we all live your work (and are simps for corpse-)

The ask : could I ask for a corpse husband x reader where they used to get shipped together before they even meet each other and when they meet each other corpse goes soft for reader and they play two rounds In among us together where they are imposters together and corpse is an imposter alone in the other round

Reader info : reader has a very soft voice and is a softie and the pronounce is she/her or they/them ( as you wish)

Again you don't gotta do it if you don't want to

Thanks so much for the ask, An. I was feeling like shit and this was a lot of fun to write. I’m sorry though, I completely read over the part where the reader was supposed to have a soft voice. I’ll see if I can make another one with this specification sometime. Also, I wrote this rather quickly because I’m watching Twilight for the first time and now my feelings are hurt.

#CorpseBride - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse / Reader

Twitter wasn’t really your forte, but you knew how to get around. It’s just that you never really had the time to check it, let alone to see what’s on the trending page every single day. At the very least, you were capable of replying to your friends’ stuff and letting your viewers know when you were streaming or when a new video would be up. Again, you weren’t a pro, but you got by.

Until you didn’t.

“Hey, everyone,” you greeted, and immediately went to change your Among Us figure to its usual colour and outfit before someone else took it.

Everyone welcomed you, while it seemed Toast was still busy trying to get a last person to join.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse’s shot out from the rest of them. It was pure teasing, something he’d grown quite comfortable with ever since people had blatantly started simping for his voice. “Nothing much, honey. How’ve you been?” You cheekily replied. “Pretty good. Streaming still makes me nervous, though.” “You greeted me with ‘Whaddup, baby’ and then proceed to tell me you’re nervous? Don’t get upset when I say that I don’t believe you.” He chuckled at that.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Ha!” you called out, “I doubt this will soothe your nerves, Corpse. You’re teamed up with me now.” You sneaked in a glance at chat. “We are not an old married couple! If anything, he can be my bitch for this round. I’m just not gonna murder anyone.”

And that’s basically how it went. He managed to kill three people and still wasn’t being sussed. “Alright, I think I’ve tortured him enough,” you laughed, “I’ll even spare Sykkuno for the man.”

You managed to corner Toast and killed him in a corner where the water wheels were, before heading out into admin. You vented until you found Corpse in Labs and jumped out. It was right when Sykkuno walked in.

“Oh, god no. Please, Sykkuno.”

Your kill count still wasn’t down yet and he was obviously planning to run straight out the door to hit the emergency button, but he was stopped. Corpse had murdered him in an instant.

Your mouth was hanging open. “Did… Did he just kill Sykkuno for me?” Chat was going absolutely wild. “What the fuck just happened?” You decided to report the body anyway.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” Corpse growled, “Not my best friend, Sykkuno.”

You had to mute yourself to keep the laughter at bay. Corpse evidently vouched for you, saying you’d walked in on the body together. Felix was sussed and voted out.

“Corpse, you killed me!” Sykkuno cried out.

“I’m so sorry, Sykkuno! I wanted to spare you but you walked in at the wrong time!” You pleaded.

“Sacrifices had to be made,” Corpse merely responded.

“Wait, what happened?” Sean asked.

“I walked in on one of them venting and then Corpse killed me!”

“Collateral damage. You watched me get killed one time, too.”

“Blame me, Sykkuno. It was my fault,” but you were laughing as you said it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such regret coming from an imposter,” Sean laughed along, “Also, why the fuck were you two being so slow? Three meetings in and you’d only killed three people.”

“Corpse was simping for me,” you replied.

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were. Otherwise you would’ve asked me what the hell I’d been doing that entire time.”

“Fuck off,” he laughed.

“Corpse is an UWU-boy!”

“Oh my god, you guys are already trending.”

“Wait, what?”

Your phone was being blasted off to space, getting tons of messages with the hashtag #CorpseBride. It was number 1 trending on Twitter.

“So… whaddup, baby?”

“Oh no, you better buy me a drink first.”

“Sure.”

You hadn’t thought he’d been serious in that moment, until he’d asked you to meet up after the game had ended. You hesitantly agreed, but reminded him that he absolutely did not have to participate in this just for the meme. “I’m not doing this for the meme,” he’d said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, I just never knew how. It seemed like the perfect timing.”

You met him at his apartment, knowing how he was about going out in public, and feeling extremely nervous. You’d brought takeout, and because you hadn’t been sure what he wanted you’d ordered way too much. Upon opening the door, he looked at you, down at the bag, and said, “Shit, you got food?” Not really knowing what else to say, you simply replied, “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have lots of leftovers, then.”

He smiled, gave you a hug that ended way too fast and left you paralyzed for a minute, and then invited you in. It turned out he’d already ordered food, too. “Plenty to choose from,” he laughed awkwardly. “Uh… You got any neighbours who might want some?” you asked.

“I-I don’t really talk to anyone outside of my friend group.”

“Oh, of course. I could go around, if you’d like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

You furrowed your brows. “Of course I would. Why not?”

“Alright, but let me at least come with you. You just do the talking.”

Three knocks at three different doors later, and someone accepted the offer and took over some of the food. “Hang on a minute,” the elderly man said, clad in only his pyjamas and a bathrobe, managing to make the situation even more uncomfortable, “Aren’t you my neighbour? You always scurry off before I get the chance to talk to you!”

You looked at Corpse, and he back at you, and you turned back to the elderly man. “He, uh… He’s very people shy. He has anxiety. I’m trying to help him cope. Also, his vocal chords are damaged.” Nothing you’d said so far had been a lie, technically, but the man still remained sceptical. “Then why didn’t you just leave a note or something?”

“Uh…” you jumped at the small voice appearing from behind you. It’s just that his ‘small voice’ is still nothing close to small. “I know, I’m terribly sorry, sir. I also just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anything, I’m just a few doors away.”

This seemed to please the man enough.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“I made you?!” You gasped, “I didn’t make you do anything, you filthy liar! You’re just as bad in real life as in Among Us, when you’re the impostor and I’m the innocent crewmate.”

“No comment.”

“I didn’t even ask you a question.”

“No comment.”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass.”

You both laughed. Corpse hesitated for just a moment, but decided to ask anyway, “Were you nervous when I opened the door?”

You chuckled awkwardly, admitting, “Yeah, I was. I always get anxious meeting people. Well, we’d met before, of course. But just, you know, in real life.”

“I get it.”

You stood there in silence for a moment, until you noticed the rest of the takeout in your hands was getting cold. “Come on, wife,” he joked, linking his pinkie finger with yours, “Let me get you that drink.”

If he hadn’t dragged you along then and there, you could’ve sworn your knees would’ve given out.

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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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Having a girl with an aesthetic w/ Shinsou, Aizawa and Bakugou

Request: Shinsou with an e-girl gf, Aizawa with a dark academia wife and Bakugou with an angelcore or cottagecore girl, please and thank you. - anonymous.

Yall, dark academia is my best friends’ and mine aesthetic and its so pleazing. Like god damn. Angelcore is amazing so soft and uwu. Do I even have to say anything fir e-girls? No, I would just do them an injustice. Love ya and sorry for the inactivity.

masterlist

rules

warnings: none I think.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Yall match.

-Like he wears dark brooding colors, mainly shades of purple to match his hair and maybe some greens while you on the other hand always have a black and red combo or some sort of stripped item of clothing.

-You share beanies.

-It has become an unspoken rule that you two will always go for beanie shopping every october.

-Your style kinda changes according to the month.

-Like during september you wearing mainly greys to match your sour mood bc school, during october since its spooky season you wear oranges and purples matching your boyfriend perfectly while January and December are red months.

-Those are his favorite.

-Red brings out the color of your lips making you look even more fearsome and badass, turning him on in the process.

-Yes I said it, Shinsou will beg for red lipstick.

-He’s semi worried for your hair.

-You keep changing it and he doesn’t mind when you cut it, oh no he finds your bangs or pixie cut adorable.

-He is worried when you change colors like you chnage clothes.

-He liked all your phases.

-The skank stripe and half-half ones being his favorites but he will ask you to tone it down a bit give your hair some time to rest and regain their strength.

-Yall paint your nails.

-You will spend endless hours in his room just painting each others nails and doing face masks.

-It brings out his edgy lord side, the nail polish.

-As if the dark circles and that constant ominous look on his face doesn’t do it.

-But you love it.

-He looks so content when you two are just sitting there listening to trash rap songs and taking care of each other.

-He loves it when you wear skirts with thigh highs.

-Actually you can’t wear those anymore bc once he sees you you can’t really walk anywhere afterwards....

-He is all about your chains and chokers.

-Like give him some he is jealous.

-Baby really be thriving while dawning those fake silver chains.

-If you are interested in more intracate make up he loves being your test subject and just lets you transform his face into whatever deity you want.

-Tends to scroll through your tik tok because its full of witch toks and very very interesting cosplays and makeup stuff.

-Somehow he found himself into anti trump tik tok and he cant get out..... then his fyp shifted to draco tok and he just gave up.

- “Are you cheating on me with Draco Malfoy?”

- “Baby-”

- “Because I don’t blame you.”

-Deadass has a whole folder on his laptop with couples outfits he wants to recreate at some point.

-He’s just so wholesome.

Aizawa Shouta

-He really can’t understand how he managed to get such a fashion icon of a wife.

-I mean have you seen the way this man dresses?

-Head empty just Aizawa with pink sweatpants.

-Yeah so he really doesn’t get it how he managed that but he isn’t complaining.

-I mean have you seen the dark academia aesthitic.

-It gives Maraurders vibes and we stan.

-He loves it when you wear long coats and those scarfs.

-They make you look like such a lady and so sophisticated and he lives for it.

-He really likes the plaid skirts and pants, makes him think that he is living with an English lady or maybe a philosophy teacher.

-Have I mentioned how much he adores your vintage book obsession?

-Going to old bookstores together and just browsing through the poetry books or the fantsy novels has become one of his favorite past times.

-He tries to somewhat keep up with you but he struggles.

-He really has no fashion sense but he wants to try for you.

- “Honey you don’t have to dress up for me! I love you just the way you are.”

-He loves you so much like omggggg!!!!

-Anyways.

-Rainy days have become book dates where you just snuggle up together on the couch in a large fluffy brown blanket and you both have a book in your hands reading away.

-He loves the little expressions you make when you are reading something interesting or staright up crazy.

-He bought you your very own round -Harry-Potter-style glasses for your birthday.

-You had been going on and on for some months now about how you wanted to go and buy a pair but you never got around to it.

-Being a teacher at UA and a hero is kinda hard and a busy job so we get you.

-You were so excited when he gave them to you.

-Um for Halloween you two went as James Potter and Sirius Black.

-He has the hair, okay maybe he is lacking that care free and cocky attitude but visually he does a good job.

-Seeing him in that suit oh boy.

-Really your realationship is just full of Harry Potter references since you are kinda obsessed with that Era, especially the Marauders.

-Hizashi is lowkey jealous because he could never get AIzawa to dress nicely.

-You are special though!!

-You are the wife

-He does what you tell him to in reality.

-He’s kinda wrapped around your finger.

Bakugou Katsuki

-He gets flustered so easily.

-Like your aesthetic is so soft and angelic and compared to him people think you have a corruption kink.

-He kinda feels bad bc when you dress like something god sent it because painfully clear how opposites you are.

-He sees his rough edges and rude behavior more than usual and he may become self concious.

-You will have to reassure him and remind him that this is a facade and that he knows your true evil nature.

-You are a true menace.

-ANyone trying to fuck with your friends or your boyfriend?

-They are getting round house kicked and yeeted out a window.

-Back to your aesthetic.

-Whenever he seas something pastel or colorful he wants to immediately buy it.

-Especially pastel stuff.

-Pastel is your whole thing.

-Pastel pinks, blues, purples, and greens.

-He will buy anything, from a headband to a purse to a very very cute plaid skirt.

-Kirishima and Denki are always so confused when he comes back to the common room with a few bags from womens’ clothing stores.

-He never answers their questions of course.

-He likes watching you make mood boards and create matching outfits.

-Trying clothes in fornt of him is a must, a small fashion show taking place in your room every Friday night.

-He likes to believe that you truly are an angel.

-Your aesthetic is a combination of angelcore and cottage core so your room is split into two sides.

-One side full of plants while the other had pastel mood boards.

-So pleasing.

-You tried to shift him into your aesthetic once.

-AND IT WAS ATRAUMATIZING EXPERIENCE.

-He looked so good in white and soft yellow but his mood was so so foul.

-He had made you agree to never a) bring this up and b) try this again.

-You have taken some photos though so not eveyrthing was lost.

-You will never tell him that you have evidence of his cottage core moment.

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in-tua-deep · 3 years ago

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Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

#long post #far tua long #tua bnha crossover #what kind of disaster is this #there are so many characters in bnha to even consider #there is no more apocalypse so five either chills the fuck out or his paranoia ramps up to an eleven #or both!#five teleporting into nedzu's office like: hey i wrote a 52 page potential contingency plan for if x happens #and nedzu is like 'wonderful!' and gives it back to five the next day with corrections and critiques in red ink #klaus ben and ghost!nana get along like a house on fire even if she keeps telling klaus that he's too skinny #ben: klaus is an absolute fucking idiot with zero braincells #nana nodding sagely while looking at all might: ah yes i know the exact type #diego and snipe become absolute bros like ride or die because why not #luther gets positive reinforcement and goes to therapy #also thirteen listens patiently to luther infodumping about space because i think that would be nice #five is either like 'i'm only thirteen uwu' or 'i'm fifty eight' and there is nothing in between - only what is most convenient #i feel like kaminari and mina vibe with five's brand of chaos #iida doesn't know whether to murder five for being a gremlin and disobeying so many rules or to be respectful bc five is technically old #aizawa is SO TIRED y'all #aizawa thinks vanya is going to be the good hargreeves but PSYCHE all the hargreeves are equally chaotic in different ways #five calls nedzu 'dad' for the sole reason that it makes every teacher and/or hero in earshot cringe in automatic fear #klaus also calls nedzu dad because he just thinks it's funny #five and nedzu have similar coping mechanisms so they vibe but nedzu also vibes with klaus's sense of chaotic humor #five gets talked into healthier coping mechanisms by way of 'keeping his cover' or 'preventing the hc from getting their hands on you'#aka five is not allowed to drink alcohol #five HAS gone to midnight and been like 'hey teach knock me the fuck out my brain is working overdrive and i need to not be awake anymore'

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