#I can’t believe I used the second as almost a test piece..

[haml3t]

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[eros7hanatos]

➽ Falling Grades

Professor!Dottore x Student!afab reader

Warnings: Teacher-student relationship, modern au, age gap, cockwarming, bribery, smut.

Word count: 1033

A/N: very heavily inspired by a character ai bot and another fic I read, the fic is by actuallysaiyan. She’s a goddess 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️.Even though I don’t play genshin anymore I’m on my knees for this man.

art creds: IllaOhara

You made a mistake when you decided to be distracted by your phone instead of listening to Dottore’s lecture. Preoccupied by your distraction, the professor’s hand hits your desk with a loud thud, causing you to jump. 

“It seems my lecture on careless students wasn’t clear enough for you.” His voice sent chills down your spine. “Put the phone away.” He said, as he walked back to his desk to continue the lecture.

“And I expect to see you in my office after classes.”

Soon the day was coming to an end, all your classes being finished. You made your way to Dottore’s office, being located on the highest floor in the building. As you knocked on his office door you bit your lip and took a deep breath. 

“Enter.” You pushed the door open, revealing the messy desk, covered in research papers and was that an ink spill? There were also multiple pictures and diagrams of the human body. Dottore was sitting on his chair, writing something on a piece of paper. “Do you know why I called you into my office, miss?” he asks, finally looking up from his papers. “Because I used my phone?” you answered. What else? He smiles, but it was quickly replaced with a stern and cold look on his face. “You’re partially correct.” he simply says as he then opens a drawer next to him, taking out a small stack of papers. He then takes the most top one, revealing it to you. You almost instantly recognize the paper. He slides you your latest test, the low score clearly written at the front of the paper before continuing to slide you other past tests, all low scores. You were clearly distracted by something too much to focus, your phone was only partially at fault. And Dottore knew that.

“Care to explain these?” You bit inside your mouth. “I’m so sorry. I…I had trouble with the material. I’ll do better next time, I promise.” You say as he lets out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back into his chair. “‘Sorry’ can’t fix everything. We should solve the cause of your dropping grades and I believe I know just what the problem is.” he gets up from his chair and walks towards you, towering over you. Your breath hitched, inhaling the expensive cologne he wore as his body was merely inches away from yours. Suddenly you felt small and trapped. Your heart rate increasing by the second. You weren’t really sure where this conversation was leading, but you really hoped that you wouldn’t have to repeat the year, or at worst, be expelled. You wanted to finish your degree, but who would’ve thought that one of your professors would be so goddamn sexy.

“I know I’m a distraction, miss. It’s written all over your face during my classes.” Dottore says, crossing his arms as he watches your expression turn frantic. “Professor Dottore, I-” you start, now worried that you might actually be expelled. “I didn’t mean to! I’ll…I’ll make it up!” you propose, quickly thinking of a way out. Dottore pauses for a moment, carefully considering your words before grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. Causing you to nearly crash into his perfectly sculpted chest.You look up into his deep red eyes with pleading eyes.

“Seeing you’re so desperate, I have a few options for you.” His lips curve up into a small smirk as you look up at him with hope and desperation. You prepare yourself for what he’ll say next, but no matter how much preparation you had would make you prepared for this.

“You can either stay after classes every afternoon and study, along with a few other students. Learn a thing or two from your peers. Or,” he paused to give himself a smug grin, “You can sit on my cock while I tutor you myself.”

You swear you fainted for a second or two as soon as he finishes his sentence. He can’t actually be serious, can he? You look at him, cheeks flushed as he looks down and laughs at you once more, amused by the events unfolding in front of him. However you surprise him when you choose to sit on his cock.

And that’s how you ended up with his long length so deep inside you as he explains embryology to you. How ironic. Whenever you whined or tried to move he would slap your thigh and tell you to focus. “Do you understand?” he asks, after he finished his explanations. You slowly nod your head, squirming, causing him to harshly slap your thigh once more, the red spot on your thigh slowly growing in size and in shade. You whine out at the slap, trying to stay still but of no avail. “Do I have to remind you again that this is a punishment and not a prize?” You shake your head, keeping still as you grab the wooden desk in front of you, nails scraping on the wooden surface. You can’t help it. The way your cunt pulses around his length drives you crazy. It felt so good but so torturous without any movement. 

Dottore, on the other hand, was entertained by your reactions. He never expected for you to accept his offer so quickly. He knew you had a crush on him but he’d never guess that you’d be so willing to go this far to have this sort of relationship with him. However, he couldn't deny the fact that having your wet, heat around his cock made him more motivated. 

“That’s all for today.” he said, placing down the papers in his hands once he saw the time. It had already gotten quite late. “Today, you did good, amazing even. If this continues, you’ll improve to a B student in no time. And if you throw in a treat, I might consider bumping your grade up to even an A.” You whined as he thrusted up into you at the word ‘bumping’, your cunt convulsing around his cock once more. 

How could you resist such a good offer? 

[darkbluekies]

Just a fluff piece with Hedwig taking care of sick Reader? Can be gender neutral

I'm never going away

Yandere!richgirl x reader

Summary: Hedwig takes care of her darling who's sick♡

Warnings: none, I believe

Word count: 2.7k

You sigh heavily and lean your head on Hedwig’s shoulder. The teacher’s voice feels like needles. Your head is pounding. It’s only the second class of the day, and you’re already over it.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Hedwig whispers and pets your head. “Are you tired?”

“I don’t feel very well”, you mumble and hide your burning, pounding forehead into her shoulder. “I have a headache, and I’m shivering. It feels like I’m going to be sick.”

“Lunch is in twenty minutes, don’t worry, sweetheart. I will take notes for you, you don’t have to listen anymore.”

She picks out her pink pen case and starts to scribble down in her notebook. You want to fall asleep, but you’re scared that the teacher will scold you. Instead, you try to hold out to the break by drinking water from Hedwig’s fancy water bottle. She has a pink bottle decorated with charms that you picked out. 

“I feel like my throat is getting sore”, you whisper. 

“You’re feeling worse?” Hedwig whispers with worried eyes. She hurries to feel your forehead and gasps. “I need to take you home, darling.”

She takes your hand in hers and tells you to hold out. The second the lesson ends, she throws all of her things into her Prada bag. She hooks her arm in yours, pulling you up on your feet. You’re dragged out to the corridor where Hedwig sits you down on one of the hard benches that stand along the wall. 

“I’ll call my chauffeur and you’ll go home, okay, sweetheart?” she says and cups your cheeks. “I have that math test … if I miss it, I’ll fail the course. I have to stay here.”

“I’m cold”, you mumble and pull the blazer of your school uniform closer to your body. 

Hedwig twists the cap of the water bottle open and holds it out to you so that you can sip on the water while she calls her chauffeur, telling him to come and get you. The water helps with your sore throat, but it’s not near enough to make you feel better. After Hedwig has called her driver, she sits down beside you, taking your hot, heavy head in her hands and kissing wherever she can reach. 

“You’re going to be okay, my dear”, she reassures you. “You just need to go home and rest.”

“Can’t I go home to my house instead?” you ask. 

She twitches. “No! I-I mean … you should go home to me, so that I can take care of you later.”

You decide not to argue against her. You’re in no shape to do that anyway. She holds you close, letting you lean against her. You have started to shiver by now. 

“It’s going to be okay”, she whispers and kisses your temple. “You’re going to get to rest very soon.”

When her chauffeur finally comes, you’re helped out to the car and placed in the backseat. Hedwig pulls the seatbelt tightly over your body and kisses your cheek. 

“I’ll be home in about two hours”, she says. “Make sure to get some rest. Tell the chef that you want soup, okay? You have to tell him. And if you need anything, let the chauffeur know so that he can buy it for you. Promise me.”

You nod tiredly. Hedwig gives you one last, sad, smile before closing the door and watching you disappear throughout the gates. Damn that fucking math test. 

The chauffeur helps you up the stairs as you enter the georgian mansion. Your legs give up halfway and you almost crash into the stairs. The chauffeur grabs you quickly. 

“Sorry”, you whisper. 

“Don’t be”, he says. 

He leaves you on Hedwig’s bed and asks if there is something he can get you. You shake your head. Even if you did need something, you still feel weird asking random people to get it for you. the few times you’ve done that, you’ve offered to pay but they’ve always turned it down. You’re not Hedwig, you aren’t used to having a dozen people do things for you. You have your own two hands and legs and are fully capable of doing things yourself. 

“Should I get you some medicine?” the chauffeur asks. “I’m sure miss Hedwig would like it if I do.”

You give up, your head aching too much to discuss what you do or don’t need. You agree to him buying the medicine. As soon as he leaves, you change into your pajamas and tuck yourself in, hugging Hedwig’s teddy bear. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, there's a faint knock on the door. You pry your eyes open slightly to see the chef sneak in. 

“What should I do for you?” he asks. 

“Hedwig recommended soup”, you mumble. 

“In that case I will make soup.”

He disappears again. You fall asleep within minutes and doesn’t notice when the chef comes in with steaming carrot soup, or when the chauffeur comes with the medicine. You first wake up when Hedwig leaves kisses over your face.

“I’m sorry for waking you, sweetheart”, she whispers apologetically, caressing your face. “But I got worried. You haven’t touched the soup or the medicine at all.” She feels your forehead softly. “Have you taken your temperature yet?”

“I have been sleeping”, you explain and cough loudly. 

Hedwig furrows her brows worriedly and helps you sit up. She smiles as she sees you hugging her teddy. You cough again and she caresses your hair, looking as worried as if you'd have cut your arm off. She feeds you the medicine and strokes your hair. With careful hands, she lifts the cold bowl of soup in her hands, feeling around. Her golden rings clinks against the ceramic.

“I will heat it up for you”, she smiles and picks up the TV remote. “What do you want to watch? Not The fox and the hound, you cry when the fox is let out into the forest.”

“Who doesn't? You do too!”

“Yes, I know. What I mean is that you shouldn't be watching such sad things when you're sick. How about something else?”

She finds a movie for you to watch and lets it play while she takes the bowl of soup and walks out of the door. You hug Hedwig’s teddy closer to your burning — yet freezing — body. In these vulnerable times, you want nothing more than to go home to your own house, and lay in your own bed … and have your mom prepare food for you. But Hedwig wouldn’t allow it. Just being away from her for a day causes her to panic. You’re her oxygen and without you, she suffocates. And yet she suffocates you with her smothering love. But you can’t bring yourself to break up with her, because you can’t bring yourself too, maybe you don’t want to. It’s always you and her, two together, and you don’t know what you would do without her. Even though you’re with one of the most popular girls in school, none of the other kids seem to take an interest in you. Hedwig is the only one that likes you … and gosh, does she like you. You have never met someone that takes care of you like she does. She puts everything aside for you. Weirdly enough, you feel like she is supposed to be the one everyone drops things for. She’s wealthy and important, and a lot of people do a lot for wealthy and important people. Sometimes you find yourself questioning her existence, because when you’re with each other, she never lets you see her as the person everyone else talks about. To you, she’s just Hedwig, a sweet girl you’re in love with. And to her, you’re her entire existence. 

“Here you go!” Hedwig smiles and walks in with the bowl. “It’s extremely hot, so please be careful.”

She places the bowl in your hands. You enjoy the heat. Hedwig feeds you with a proud smile on her face. She makes sure that you eat it all, even if you feel like throwing up by the end of it. 

“How are you feeling now?” she asks softly.

“I feel like I'm dying”, you try to joke, but quickly realize that Hedwig’s not in the mood for jokes.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Do you want anything? A warm bath? A nap? Something else to eat?”

“I just want to sleep.”

“Okay … we can do that!”

She creeps down under the covers and holds you tight to her. Usually, she is the one wanting to be held and squeezed. She hugs you tightly and rests her head on yours. Her hands plays with your hair. 

“I hate to see you sick, my love”, she whispers. “I wish that I could take your pain away. You’re so warm.”

“I’m freezing”, you whisper. 

She takes your hands between hers and blow hot air. 

“I kind of want to bite your fingers”, she giggles quietly and takes a small nibble on your index finger. 

She giggles and is quick to wipe away any saliva with her sleeve and apologize. Without waiting, she continues to blow hot air on your hands.  

The two of you rest together and you eventually fall asleep. Hedwig stays awake, holding you in her arms.

You wake up drenched in sweat. The medicine seem to be working. 

“What’s wrong?” Hedwig asks and sits up. “Are you feeling worse?”

“No, I’m sweating like crazy”, you respond. 

“Then your fever should have gone down — at least for now. That’s good.”

“I’m drenched.”

“Do you want to take a bath? I can fix it for you.”

You dozily look around for a clock. “What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time. I’ve told the chef to make us some chicken noodle soup, some good toasts and prepare some nice tea.” She caresses your cheek. “Does that sound good, sweetheart?”

You nod with a small, thankful smile, even if you’re not the slightest hungry — on the contrary actually, you’re almost nauseous. Hedwig smiles as well and jumps up from the bed, runs out of the room. You cough into your arm and sniffle and hug her teddy, waiting for her to return. The pain killer have wiped away the fever for now, but it will come back eventually. 

“Y/N”, Hedwig says from the door. “It’s done.”

You drag yourself up from the bed and move over to the door. Hedwig takes your hand and leads your barely alive form to the bathroom. You remove your drenched pajamas and sink down under the fluffy bubbles covering the water's surface. Hedwig smiles and sits down on the floor beside the big tub, hugging her legs close to her chest with a soft smile.

“I don't like it when you're sick but I'm glad that I can take care of you”, she says and sighs. “I don't understand why people go to school even though they're clearly not well. Everyone else has to pay for it.” 

“Most people can't afford missing school”, you say.

“But it's not about money”, she says in confusion.

“I'm talking about time, not money.”

“Oh. Imagine how convenient it would be if you could buy time. You and I would live for a long time.”

“And without me you'd be immortal.”

She goes white. “No, don't say that! I wouldn't want to live forever if I didn't have you. Don't say such things. Gives me nightmares.”

You smile sluggishly. 

“It’s not funny”, Hedwig scolds you sadly. “I don’t want to live a single second without you.”

“I know”, you say and change your smile to a more comforting one, than a teasingly, to calm her nerves before she started panicking and locking herself in her own thoughts. 

“I will get sick now too”, she suddenly says and blushes. “But it’s okay, I don’t mind getting sick if it’s from you.”

You start to cough and Hedwig hurries to pat your back. In frustration over feeling like a walking zombie, you hide your face into your hands.

“It’s okay”, she comforts you. “You’re going to be okay. It’s just temporary, sweetheart.”

“I fucking hate being sick”, you mumble in a whine. 

“I know, I know. B-But isn’t the warm water helping?”

“A bit. I’m not freezing, and it’s a little easier to breathe, but I still feel … heavy and trespassed.”

“Trespassed?” 

“It’s like something is living in my body … and I want it out.”

Hedwig pets your head. “It will disappear but you need to give it time, darling. Now, should I wash your hair for you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she cups her hands into the bubbles and pours the water over your hair, making sure not to get it in your face.

“I’m sorry that you have to take care of me like a child”, you apologize. 

“I will always take care of you”, she says calmly. 

“I have a test next week … I hope I’m well before that.”

“You will be. But if you aren’t, you shouldn’t go. I won’t allow that. In fact, I don’t think that you should leave the bed at all until you’re well. I will help you with everything.”

“You have to go to school. Both of us can’t miss or we’ll both fall behind.”

“My friends will take notes. I will stay with you. I will take care of you.”

You wonder if she wants to stay home because she actually wants to take care of you … or if she can’t bear to spend time apart from you. You know how paranoid she gets every time she can’t cling onto you. You’re like her lifeline. 

“Who … do you think it was that made you sick?” Hedwig asks as she carefully massages your scalp with a floral scented shampoo.

“I don't know”, you reply. “Maybe that Eric Nelson boy? He coughed the entire week.”

“How inconsiderate. I should talk to him-”

“Don’t be like that. I’m sure he had his reasons for coming to school even if he’s sick.”

You cough again. Hedwig opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again and continues to massage your scalp with the bubbly shampoo. She continues to wash you until you’re squeaky clean. You’re tucked into the bed once again with Hedwig measuring up pain killers for your fever. The chef sneaks into the room with the chicken noodle soup and your heart sinks. You’re not the slightest hungry, but you’re unsure if you have the energy to fight Hedwig about that. But if you eat, you’ll most likely throw up or explode. So carefully, you try to eat a few spoonfuls. She watches you intensely. You wish that she could look away, just for a second so that you could breathe. 

“Are you okay?” Hedwig asks worriedly. “Do you need to lay down? Do you feel worse? Should i get something for-”

“No, I’m good”, you say, poking around in the soup with your spoon. “Just not very hungry.”

“You need to eat. Here, let me help you.”

Before you have the chance to say something, she has started to feed you again, just like she did before. Her hazel eyes glow with worry. 

“Hedwig, I will throw up if I eat too much”, you say. 

“Do we need to go to the hospital?” she almost stutters. 

“No, I just need to do this in my own pace. I don’t want more for now.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

She sighs, gives you one final look and then nods, giving up. Hedwig takes the bowl out of your hands and tucks you in again, making sure that you won’t be able to use your arms. She holds her hand on your warm forehead before letting her hand travel down to your cheek, caressing it gently.

“You’re so precious to me”, she whispers seriously. “I wish that I could take your pain away from you, I wish that you never had to feel any pain at all.” Hedwig kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m never going away, you’ll never have to be alone.”

She looks so sweet, talks so sweet … and yet you can’t help but shiver and let your eyes wander off to the window … and gaze at the trees swaying free in the wind.

[theultimatesandwich]

We're Not So Different, You and I (Crossover Fic)

Guess who decided to go through their WIPs and finally write a part 2 to their dragon prince/owl house crossover fic? Me :) Anyways, probably the last I'll write in this crossover land, but just happy to have resolved the main plot points eating at my brain. Hope y'all enjoy!

Summary: Hunter and Soren find out they have a lot more in common than they thought...

TW: implied panic attack, implied abuse/child abuse

Part 1 here Words: 1.9k

“Are you sure about this?” 

Hunter and Soren were perched at the edge of a cliff overlooking a valley of red trees and jagged rocks. Flapjack was in staff form and Soren was testing its weight as a javelin. 

“I’ve never been sure about anything in my life! Now climb on!”

Hunter got on top of the staff as Soren picked them up, taking aim. 

“Wait, don’t you mean you’ve never been MORE sure?!”

“Nope!”

And with that, Soren reared back and launched Hunter out across the cliffside. It was a beautiful view, seeing the sun rise up over the Boiling Isles, a full view of the long dead titan beneath him. But, after a brief moment of screaming, then enjoying the surroundings, Hunter did have to focus on waking up Flapjack as he felt himself falling. It wasn’t too difficult, pulling himself out of a nosedive at the last second then gaining speed as he began to soar again. 

Flying back to the cliffside, he heard Soren cheering. “I think that was a new record!” 

“Really?” Hunter landed next to Soren, still filled with a bit of adrenaline. 

“I mean, that is the first time I ever threw a javelin with someone on it, so yeah, that would make it a new record.”

It had been a few weeks since Soren had come to live with Hunter and Darius, and yet he still found new ways to surprise Hunter with information about his past life. 

“The realm you come from is so…different. No palisman or witches but you still have magic, but no expectation to have to use magic…” Hunter looked over at Soren. “I know we’re still working on a way to get you home…do you ever miss it?” 

A wave of sadness crossed over Soren’s face, but only for a moment. Then he shrugged, cracking a smile. “Eh, some days, yeah. But I’m just waiting for the day to tell everyone about my adventures here! The greatest bards from across the land will be lining up to hear my tales. I almost became a bard myself once. I am a master of poetry.”

Hunter didn’t look convinced, mostly because he knew Raine would definitely disagree with that statement. But something kept nagging him about the way Soren talked about his home. 

“Come on, let’s head back.” Soren started walking before Hunter could question him. 

Back at Darius’s home, the two boys settled into a morning routine. Hunter warped around the room tidying up, usually some weapon or piece of armor lying around, while Soren began making breakfast. 

“I still can’t believe you didn’t know what a flapjack was,” he joked as he began ladling out the batter. The little red cardinal perched on his shoulder, warbling affectionately. 

“Yeah, well, he had his name long before I met him.” Hunter shrugged. “Didn’t feel right to try and change it, or question it”

“Well, if anything, I’m glad I can help you experience these delicious syrupy circles.” 

Hunter laughed. “Oh I’m grateful for it. We never got to have anything like this at the castle.” 

Soren set the plate of pancakes on the table. “You never told me you lived in a castle. Were you a prince or something?” 

Hunter froze. “Umm…not really. I was a soldier.” A soldier who was a clone of his uncle’s long dead brother, Hunter thought. But truth be told he didn’t want to divulge that information to Soren. Maybe it was selfish, but it was nice to have a friend in his life who didn’t know much about his past. The two of them could explore the isles or get into trouble and not have to worry about any awkwardness. Don’t get him wrong, Hunter loved his other friends. But he could only take so many questions about what it was like being a Grimwalker before he started getting overwhelmed.

“Huh”, Soren said. “Weird. Me too!”

“Wait, really?” 

“Yeah, I was the head of the King’s guard. Went on missions, protected the princes, fought some elves…” Soren began to trail off. 

“Soren? Um Soren, the flapjacks.” 

Smoke began rising from the pan as Soren came out of his stupor, chucking the pan into the sink. “Whoops,” he laughed nervously. “Guess I must’ve gotten distracted. Hope you’re fine with just the one plate.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine, but are you?” Hunter asked. 

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Hunter could think of all kinds of reasons, but he also knew not to pry too hard into them. “No reason.” 

The two sat in silence for a moment, before Soren tried to break the tension.

“Ok hear me out on this.” Soren said. “What if today, I gave you sword fighting lessons, and you taught me how to use that weird magic staff thing?” 

“That…could be interesting. But also dangerous. Let’s find a safe place.” 

Together, the two of them flew off towards the best training spot Hunter knew: the mountains of the Knee ~~~

“First lesson in sword training,” Soren said, handing Hunter his weapon. “Treat this weapon as an extension of you. Understand where to swing it, and how to use it to your advantage.” 

Hunter held the sword, a bit heavier than the staffs he’d been used to training with. “Like this?”

“Perfect!” Soren reached into his sheath and pulled out a second sword. “Now, try to swing at me, and I’ll block it.” 

Hunter swung the sword, and Soren parried the attack. It was a bit clunkier of a weapon, but as they went back and forth, Hunter began to see the appeal of a hefty close-range weapon. 

“I think I’m getting the hang of this!” 

“You’re definitely better than Callum ever was, that’s for sure.” Soren chuckled. 

“Who’s Callum?” 

“He was a prince in the castle. I was responsible for training him, for a bit, but swordfighting wasn’t his thing. Funny enough he started learning magic instead. Always thought you could either be good at magic or fighting, so thanks for proving me wrong, I guess.” Soren’s defense started to drop. 

“I wasn’t always good at magic.” Hunter eased up on his blows. “I was born without it, actually. Had to find my own way to fight for a while, before my….before I got a staff to help me do magic. Without it, without Flapjack, I can’t cast any spells.” 

Soren gave a small smile. “Well, you’ve certainly got the makings of a warrior in you.” 

Hunter smiled back. “Thanks. Ready to try out the other side of things?” Soren nodded. 

“Alright,” Hunter said, setting down the sword as Flapjack perched on his shoulder. “A magic staff is a tool, not a toy, and a palisman needs to be treated with respect. You can do all kinds of things with their magic, but only if you trust each other. Got it?” 

Soren stood at attention and saluted. “Yes, sir.”

“Ok.” Hunter held out his hand as Flapjack flew down, turning into a staff. “First lesson: hold the staff.” 

“Seems simple enough.” Soren reached out and took hold of the staff, feeling the energy course through his body. “Woah…that’s…that’s pretty sweet.” 

“Congrats on passing step one. Step two,” Hunter continued, “is casting a spell. It’s best to start with something small at first, maybe lifting an object, but in time-” 

Hunter had to roll out of the way as Soren shot off an explosion, hitting the nearby mountainside and causing rocks to fall near them. Even without his teleportation magic from the staff, Hunter was agile enough to dodge out of the way. Once the mini avalanche stopped, Soren dropped the staff, now back in palisman form, and ran to Hunter’s side. 

“Oh my gosh, are you hurt? Hunter I am so, so sorry I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to…”

“I’m alright.” Hunter sat up, mostly unscathed. His hand absentmindedly drifted to the scar on his face. “It was an accident. I’m ok.” 

“I’m sorry…” Soren yelled, kicking a nearby rock, and ran away from Hunter down the path. 

“Soren, Soren wait!” 

It didn’t take long for Hunter to catch up. Soren was seated at the cliff, overlooking the Isles as the snow fell gently around them. He didn’t pressure Soren to say anything; he just walked over and sat down next to him. 

“...I was never cut out to do magic.” Soren said eventually. “My dad…he tried to teach me, but I never was able to get it right. So when my sister was born, he taught her instead. And she was a natural at it. So she became the golden child and I just…had to prove myself another way.” 

“I’m…sorry to hear that.” Hunter said. “Your dad…doesn’t sound like the greatest guy.” 

Soren let out a bitter laugh. “HA! You don’t know the half of it.” He pulled his legs in towards his chest. “My dad tried to take over the kingdom. He tried to kill the princes, to get me to kill the princes. All so he could control everything and everyone.” 

“Sounds a lot like my uncle.” Hunter looked out over the horizon, then noticed Soren looking at him, as if wanting to hear more. 

“My uncle was Emperor Belos.” Hunter took in a deep breath. “He controlled the Boiling Isles and tried to wipe out all the witches. And he trained me to be a soldier and help him. I didn’t know anything at the time, but when I found out…” His breath became shaky, until Flapjack settled in his lap. Stroking the bird, Hunter felt his breathing slow and become normal once again. 

“Is he how you got…” Soren pointed at his face, and Hunter nodded. 

“I blamed myself for the longest time. Mostly ‘cause he blamed me for it. Said it was my fault it happened in the first place. But he was wrong. You don’t blame yourself when other people hurt you, or when they hurt others. All you can do is try to be kind to yourself, and help others when you can.” 

Hunter paused as he heard Soren trying to hold back tears. 

“I didn’t trip,” he whispered. 

“What?” 

“The portal Claudia made. I didn’t trip and fall through.” Soren looked up towards the skyline, away from Hunter, as tears began to form in his eyes. “He pushed me in. He wanted to get rid of me.” 

Hunter didn’t know what to say. He knew the emotions that Soren was going through: hurt, confusion, anger, betrayal. But if being around those who love him now taught him anything, it was that sometimes only one thing could help. 

Hunter reached out towards Soren, and gave him a hug. 

The two of them sat there, crying, but comforting each other. After a while, Soren pulled away, muttering a thanks as he wiped his nose. 

“If you want,” Hunter offered. “You could stay here. With me and Darius. I’ve never had a brother before, especially one who sort of understands what I’ve been through, and there’s no pressure if you don’t want to, but maybe-”

“Yeah,” Soren said, tears of a different kind in his eyes now. “That would be nice. I’ve never had a brother, either. I think I’d like that.” 

“Cool.” Hunter smiled as the two of them gazed out over the horizon. “Maybe we should get something nice for Darius. Just to apologize for all the trouble we’re going to get ourselves into.” 

Soren laughed, as if a bit of weight had been removed from his shoulders. “I think he’d like that.”

[writingsofhubris-a]

Portrait of a Lady

Master | > | [AO3]

Ch 1. Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon Rating: E WC: Tags: Lovecraftian Monster(s), Human/Monster Romance, Oviposition, Tentacle Sex, Cancer Ship: Harding Hooten/Reader Disc: You'd met Harding elsewhere, even though you'd never talked for more than a few minuets. When you'd stopped into his emergency room, when you'd visited Chelsea, you found yourself looking at a man you'd known only in passing heading your care. He'd led you through tumultuous questions, opened up as easily as any of the surgeons could open up a person. Somehow, you'd been drawn to Harding, and he was willing to take you up on your offer.

“It’s day seven,” you reiterated, trying to keep yourself from screwing your eyes shut once again. “I’ve had this migraine for seven days now. I can’t focus on anything, can you just…” You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to keep your calm in front of this triage nurse. The same questions had been asked over and over; the migraine seemed to have gotten just that much worse through the repeated questions, the hard light that shone through your eyes and felt like a knife driven into your brain. 

“Look,” you finally managed, allowing your breath to escape you again. “I just need something to make this migraine stop. I have things I need to do, I have work to address…” Your hand covered your eyes, muting the sharp fluorescents. 

“What have you attempted to alleviate these symptoms?” The nurse took his time noting down the complaint and the information, almost a punishment, it felt like. 

“Everything. Caffeine, aspirin, acetaminophen. I’ve used hot and cold compresses, dark rooms; I haven’t even touched a screen for the last three days. I’m tired of this migraine.” 

“Do you have a history of headaches?” Your head shook just slightly, sighing only a little at the question. The same stupid question, answered a dozen different ways. 

“The last migraine I remembered was when i was a child. Then, three months ago, they started. A few days here and there, and it just kept getting worse. 

“These just started three months…” The nurse stopped short, just as the soft hiss of a door opened along a track. “Doctor Hooten…?” The name piqued a memory in your mind, and your hand slipped once more from your eyes, allowing the harsh light to filter back in. Sharp and painful, it was almost too much to handle. 

The man himself had just closed the door, his stark white lab coat reflecting the lights severely. But his face was caring, under the short dark hair. Soft eyes, the hint of a smile, and the first thing he said was your full name. 

"I thought that I had recognized your name in the system."

"You were correct." Even with the migraine, he could still pull a small smile from you. The pieces clicked into place; you had met him many a time at fundraisers for different organizations you’d volunteered with. He’d bid on one of your pieces, years ago, but you couldn’t remember if he had won or not. Harding, if you recalled; Harding Hooten "What are you doing down here?" 

"Just a meeting with Doctor Villaneua, our head trauma surgeon. Now, what seems to be a matter?" 

"Day seven of a migraine." You felt like a broken record, once more repeating the information. Your hand again rested over your eyes, cutting off the pain of the light. You heard a shuffling of papers, and the nurse showed the few notes that had been taken down. 

“Let’s run a few tests,” Harding at last spoke to you. “Some imaging, see if there’s anything we need to be concerned with.” Your hand moved to your lap, looking back up to Harding. You knew that with him taking charge, your care would be second to none. 

“We would need to resect the tumor. Even if it is non-cancerous, I do believe this to be the cause of these migraines. Once surgery is done, we can test the tumor to determine just what type of tumor this is. But the first step, of course, is to schedule a surgery.”

“Do you have an idea what this could be?” 

“From the placement alone, we are hoping they are Choroid plexus tumors. They do not reoccur often, and though they are in a delicate place in the brain, our head surgeon has the skills to resect the tumor.”

“How soon?” 

“As soon as you’re comfortable.” 

“And who’s going to be performing the surgery?”

“I would like to recommend Doctor Tyler Wilson. He has the highest success rate here at the hospital, and it would be easy to schedule surgery with him.” You looked up at Harding, letting all the information filter into your mind. 

Brain cancer. Harding was informing you that you most likely had brain cancer, and the migraine seemed to be the only indication. You should be glad for the pain that alerted you to the change in you. This course could have been fatal otherwise. 

"Okay. Yeah. I suppose I'll have to get his schedule." Your head shook in disbelief. In just twenty four hours, your life had already been turned upside down, the pendulum swung from manageable, directly into chaos. Your hands rubbed over your face, scrubbing away the haze that threatened to latch onto your body. It was painful, it was shocking, and your turbulent emotions were trying their hardest to grasp onto your reactions. 

“Never thought it’d be brain cancer that took me,” you finally tried to joke, knowing it wouldn’t be enough to counteract the dread that was laced deep in your stomach. 

“No one ever does.” 

“Who… What’s…” Your head shook again, and you took a deep breath in. “What am I even supposed to do next, Harding? How do… Do I even establish care?” 

“I’ll take care of that for now. Chelsea has the best neurosurgeons, as well as some of the best oncology in the area. I'm confident we can do well for your case.” You looked up at the doctor, the man who you’d only known in passing a few times before. At those banquets, he had been suave and pointed, a sheathed blade ready for action at the slightest provocation. You could hear the wit in his tone as dinner had been served, the turns of phrase he’d utilize to drive some point home. The sarcasm he’d slide into responses was dry and so convincingly delivered, it was nigh impossible to not overhear.

It hadn’t occurred to you Harding might be the man who was the commander of those who would save your life. Unbidden, your eyes flicked to his hands, sure and steady, laced over each other on the flat of his desk. Hands that had to have saved hundreds, if not thousands, of people at this point. 

“Thank you.” Your own hands moved to your lap, and your eyes moved back to him, meeting the gaze leveled at you. There was concern, if you fancied yourself that frivolity. There had to have been concern, if he was heading your team. That much, you had to believe. Your shoulders hit the back of your chair, and Harding allowed the silence to gather between you. 

“I’ve always wondered what I'd look like bald,” you whispered, looking out at the skyline of Portland. It was late; nearly seven and the light was starting to fade. The springtime always brought hope into your body, into your outlook. A rebirth, if you were lucky as the world was. 

Harding found you in the room that had been assigned, a scratchy and warm blanket wrapped around your legs. Your feet tapped against each other for just a moment, thoughts once again about to take over your anxiety. How couldn’t you; the early hour demanded you to be alone. Jolene and your mothers would be there to take you home, but you didn’t tell them to arrive at 5 AM.

Once again, that soft hiss of a door on rails sliding open filtered into your ears. 

Harding, dressed again in that lab coat, walked through the door, a smile on his face. 

“Good morning,” he greeted, stepping closer to you, standing just at the side of your bed. “How are you feeling?” 

“Ironically, my migraine finally broke. Day nine, and it decided to hide.” 

“I don’t wonder if it could be your nerves trying to protect you.” You chuckled just softly, a shake to your head. 

“Whatever it is, I'm glad that I won’t have to deal with it much longer.” Your morose tone cued Harding into all he needed to know; he was keen on such disparities in one’s voice, able to respond so quickly to such small changes. He could not just feel; he could just understand the fear that you held just below the surface. Who wouldn’t have such a fear; brain cancer was quite serious.  

“I am quite confident that Doctor Wilson is the best choice for your case.” Harding’s voice was reassuring, nothing more than you’d expected of him in these moments. In the years of knowing him, Harding had proven himself to be straightforward, a cutting wit to hone the truth of his words. “He is the most skilled surgeon I have had the pleasure working with in this position.” 

It took a moment more before you stealed your shoulders, and looked directly at Harding Hooten. 

“Do you trust this Doctor Ty Wilson, Harding?” 

“Up to, and including, my life.” There was a gravel in his words that you hadn't heard before now. But the truth rang true in them. 

“Then tell him I had scheduled this for 9 am, and it’s 6:45, and I haven’t met him. He better have a good reason for not introducing himself before now. I want this tumor out, whatever it takes.” You leant back in the bed, at your words, a sudden feeling of being emboldened to your own conviction. “Whoever it is that takes out this tumor, I want it out.” 

The first thing to filter into your mind was the soft beeps of the heart monitor, keeping track of your blood pumping through your veins, offering your cells oxygen that was desperately needed. 

You forced your eyes to open, the last little bits of drugs still holding onto your muscles. Scratchy blankets bit into your skin, a mark of the hospital bed you knew you’d find yourself tucked into. Each second ticked by, hazy and lethargic. 

You found Harding, asleep in the chair that was placed just next to your bed, peaceful in his rest. You felt odd, watching the doctor rest in the chair next to you, but with the sedation working its way through your body, the strangeness didn’t entirely register. 

There was a certain amount of relaxation that found its way into the man. His fingers were laced over his stomach, head rested down against his chest, double chin protruding from under his face. Harding looked relaxed, waiting for your consciousness to persist over the drugs that coursed through your veins. 

You weren’t sure just how much time passed from your waking and your words. You were certain that Harding’s face was memorized. The dark, stocky black hair, the bags that had persisted from medical school, the belly that had only grown from years past. He was nothing but a security in the dark room. 

“Doctor Hooten?” Your voice, clearly dry from the hospital air, was just enough for his head to tilt up, seeming to be woken from the light doze he had succumbed to. 

“Ah, you’re awake. No, don’t sit up.” Harding stood up instead, moving with surprising grace to your side, his hand moving to your shoulder to rest for just a moment. The pressure disappeared too quickly, hand slipping back into his pockets. Your head rested back on the fluffy pillows, looking up at the doctor with sleep still holding you. The lighting would almost have made this intimate, shadows cast over Harding’s face softly. Faintly, you thought about just how tall he really was, how large his body was in comparison to you. 

“So, doc, what’s the verdict? Cancerous?” 

“Not even a little,” Harding responded, a faint smile on his lips. “The mass was easy to resect, and the test results only just were returned. I’m confident that once you’ve healed a little, you’ll be ready to take your life on just as you had before.” 

“This all feels like it’s moving so fast,” you at last said, brushing a hand over your eyes. It felt monumental, just for your arm to rest over your stomach. “But I’m glad it’s over.” Your head once again tilted up to look at Harding. “I’m glad that I had you to help me get it over with.” 

“I’m glad you came to Chelsea,” he responded, voice deeper, more genuine. That smile spread just a little further, and a few moments of quiet spread between you. Just as Harding once again opened his mouth to say something else, the door slid open again, and both of your mothers ran into your room, concern clear on their loving faces. 

“My darling!” Your mom took you into her arms, her lips pressed against your cheek. A soft cry from being so suddenly jostled fell from your lips, and you noticed Harding shift closer. His hand moved to her shoulder, and his deep voice once again filled the room. 

“Please be slow with them, they are still coming out of anesthesia. It’s soon enough to worry about nausea.” Harding’s eyes flicked down to you, and even with a settled stomach, you realized the little white lie that had fallen from his lips for you. You kept the smile buried deep, but wrapped your arms around your mom’s waist, taking a deep breath of her comforting scent. Your mama slid between you and Harding, perched on the other side of your bed, taking one of your hands. 

“We were so concerned, darling. Doctor Hooten called and explained what was going on just a few hours ago.” 

“All of what was going on.” The accusation wasn’t lost from your mom. 

“I’m sorry, I should have told you. I just… Still don’t even realize what was happening. It’s so much. Doctor Hooten has been taking care of my case.” All three of you looked at him, his head bowed just slightly in recognition. “He’s been helping so much.” 

“Thank you, Doctor,” your Mom finally said, smiling up at the man. “For taking care of them so well.” 

“It’s been my pleasure. Now, please don’t strain them too much tonight, they must still be tired. I’ll be here in the morning if there’s any further questions.” His words signaled his departure, with just one final look at you. You had to assure yourself it was just a precautionary check on his way out, that was all. That, and the late hour, mixed together. 

Whatever the feeling of fluttered heart beats in your chest that were echoed on the monitor just after he was gone, you had to point to the drugs, and the stress. You were not going to fall for this doctor. 

[blossominghunnie]

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?!

Pairing: Yejun x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff and a little bit of angst ig? 🤠 Established relationship

Summary: People were convinced you hated each other, until Yejun slipped and revealed a surprising piece of information.

Warning: Swearing, a die joke.

Note: Tbh, I was so excited to write this, love this type of trope (is it a trope? Lmao) and I just love E’last sm I had to write an imagine of my bias wrecker. 🥰

Your relationship with Yejun has always been… chaotic. You’re always bickering or responding to the other sarcastically, teasing each other, etc.

It always has been this way, ever since Baekgyeul introduced you two. You were his younger sister, so you had been knowing each other for years.

You don’t how or when but you ended up falling for Yejun and he ended falling for you, too.

After you confessed and decided to start dating, you agreed to keep the relationship a secret. Not because you felt embarrassed or something like that, it’s just that you didn’t want your brother to find out. You felt it would complicate things, so you just kept acting the same.

“Who ate my last donut?!” You screamed from the kitchen after checking every single cabinet it existed.

“It wasn’t me! I swear!” Wonhyuk defended himself while putting his arms up in defense.

“If it wasn’t you, then who did it?” You asked while pouting.

“It was Yejun, I saw him take it a few minutes ago.” Wonjun stood at the entrance of the kitchen.

“Snitch!” You heard someone yell from the living room.

“OH YEJUN!”

“Here we go again.” You heard your brother sight. You walked towards the place your stupid boyfriend was sitting.

“You have three seconds to run.”

“Or what, princess?” The nickname made your face turn red, it wasn’t uncommon for him to call you that. He used it when he teased you.

“I’m gonna ignore you for the rest of the week.”

“Uuuh, that would be sooo bad.” He mocked you.

“You wanna test me?”

“Sure.” He smirked. Deep down, Yejun regretted it because he knew that when you had a goal in mind, no one could stop you.

“Fine.” You smiled and sat on the coach, placing your AirPods in your ears and started to read your favorite book.

Your boyfriend gave you one last look before going to his room.

“That was… something.” Choi In commented.

“Yeah.” Rano nodded. “Wonder how long we will have peace and quiet.”

“I don’t think it’ll last long, you know they bicker over the smallest things.” Seungyeop spoke. They all agreed.

Three days passed and you still hadn’t talked to Yejun.

“How long will this go on?” Romin asked you when you were hanging out in your room.

“Until he apologizes or the week is up.” You shrugged. “To be honest, I’m not mad anymore. I was because I was really craving that donut but it went away after like 10 minutes.” You giggled.

“So you’re only doing this to prove a point?”

“Basically, yeah.”

He rolled his eyes. “No offense but that’s so stupid.”

“Believe me, I know. But I can’t back down now.”

Romin just shook his head.

“I’m gonna get a drink. You want anything?”

“Yeah, a Cola please.”

“‘Kay.”

You existed the room and walked towards the kitchen. On the way there you saw Yejun, when he spotted you he approached.

“Are you still gonna ignore me?”

You kept walking.

“Y/n.”

You almost reached the kitchen.

“Babyyy.” He whined. That made you turn around.

“Shh, keep your voice down. Someone could hear you.”

“Now you’re talking to me.” He smiled triumphant.

You raised an eyebrow. “Only because you called me something you shouldn’t be calling me in public.”

“If I knew this was the way to get you to break I would have done it days ago.” He kept teasing.

“And I will keep ignoring you if you keep teasing me.” You smirked.

“Noooo, I miss you.” Yejun pouted. “And your hugs, and your kisses.” He came closer to you. “Don’t you do, too?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

You forgot for a moment that you weren’t alone because you were about to kiss him. Until a voice stopped you two.

“What is going on here?” You heard your brother’s voice. Shit, shit, shit.

“N-nothing.” You moved away from the boy, and turned around to face Baekgyeul.

“Oh, yeah? Because I just heard eeeverything that was going on out here.”

Oh my freaking god, you were in so much trouble.

At this point, everyone came out of their rooms and into the place of the discussion.

“What happened?” Rano asked.

“Oh, I just heard Yejun calling my little sister ‘baby’ and how much he missed her hugs and kisses. And that wasn’t all, I walked out and saw them almost kissing.”

“I’m gonna go die in a hole, bye.” You spoke and intended to walk away but you brother stopped you.

“No, young lady. Come here.” You saw him with his arms crossed.

“You sound like dad, ew.” You made a disgusted expression.

“I hate you.”

“Me too.”

“You two, stop bickering.” Rano rolled his eyes. “Yejun, what do you have to say in your defense?”

He looked at you, you just nodded.

“That… we’re dating.”

“You’re what?!” Baekgyeul exclaimed. “For how long?”

“Approximately a year.”

“Oh my god.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Wonjun handing money to Wonhyuk & Choi In.

“You guys bet on our relationship?”

“Duh, of course!” Wonhyuk smiled cheekily. “I just knew there was something going on, you weren’t as discreet as you thought you were.”

“And now, are you gonna accept that I’m with Yejun or do I have to tease you until you do?” You asked your brother with a raised eyebrow.

He sighted. “I guess I’ll do it. I know he’s a good kid. But if you do something to my little sister I will not hesitate to hit you.”

“I would never do anything to purposely hurt her. I love her.” He looked at you and smiled. You smiled too and hugged him tightly.

“Aw, you’re so disgustingly cute.” Romin commented.

“Now, if you excuse me, I’m gonna go spend time with my girlfriend.” Yejun grabbed your hand and took you to his room.

“Keep the door open!” Baekgyeul yelled.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You laid against his chest as he put his arms around your waist.

“I love you, too.” You smiled and kissed him.

Now that everyone knew, you couldn’t wait to show your love for him in public.

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E’last masterlist || Main masterlist

[yeet-saintlaurent]

If there was a pill I could eat and I’d be okay, I would pay with all I have under the sun.

I’m always bloody choked up with so much emotions I can barely breathe, I just would cry and I am usually okay for some hours but that’s just about it and I’m back.

My first gf used to be obsessed with sleeping pills because it helped to ease traumatic thoughts conjured from her ex. To a point she actually OD’d and in my very eyes, it scarred me for life to see her almost go in my arms (I am not a person who was made for her anyway, I just wanted the opposite, a zen relationship, something that calms my heart). I couldn’t get it at that time why it was necessary, you know, to drown in sleeping pills. It darn well is for me now, I gotta numb this away because unlike the past me, I’ve grown too emotionally sensitive. Running is not a solution, I wanna solve this the adult way and I want to reconcile properly. I just want the both of us to stop hanging in the dark. We never talked about how to let go. Even though I’m her first, I always found her wiser in such departments, I could trust her advice that is. Well recently, I just did a serious mistake by reaching out, but it’s not good for my heart health either to continue lingering. It’s a bonus if she writes back, but I no longer bet on her, so I didn’t hold any expectations either. I didn’t know why she unblocked me suddenly and I understood the signal differently. Both of us have our own methods in loss anyways, who am I to say what needs to be done. I didn’t want to make her feel like a worthless piece of trash I had to throw into the bin. No, the departure must be really difficult, because it’s tough, it’s deeply saddening, it’s excruciatingly painful, only then was the last few years real.

I know that if she calls, I’ll answer in a heartbeat.

(And my heart beats are through the roof recently).

But she respects the silence, and the one she loves.

I hope somehow she could understand how I was feeling the past few years. That process of getting over someone with someone. If she’s human, I never really would’ve left her mind.

And she’s right, I don’t believe in being friends with your ex, over is over. She’s what you call, “Leading by example”, she has core values and actually does what she says with no deviations. But she’s not my just my “friend” either, let alone any simple stranger, she got too dangerously close to my heart, a portion not even my parents have seen. In my first relationship, I learn to guard my heart so well because I felt like I was playing with fire, (that’s why I never dated baddies after, they’re fun and it’s passion at best but of what good does it do to my heart). In my second, I learn to expose these walls, my vulnerability made me feel loved. Truly loved. It was a warm love. You know that kind of love which comes when you are sure someone thinks of you ? That kind of love that makes you think that we would be bickering about how I destroyed our minecraft server at 50. That kind of love, I just needed that simply. I didn’t feel like I needed to guard anything, but it made me oblivious to her signs, I mean it felt like she tried to run already during some points of our relationship, I just was too understanding to not let it happen. God knows if she was testing me then in December, but I had enough of this charade really, I’m too burned, too bloody fuckin tired to dance in these flames then, to try and get her back. She thinks I’m so stupidly blind to patterns, see how it turned out. I expected her to be of a higher caliber, it was a rather disappointing move. To be very frank I never really liked her new guy, his fkin smirk makes my blood boil (prime reason why I blocked her, it’s not about her, bout that smirk) and gives me a weird ass vibe that he can’t be trusted. Ya know that biological symmetry of a face that needs a good wallop, punchable face for short. I mean he’s that guy she was talking about months before it happened, I guess that’s the whole point about this fella, smelly af. Kinda sus, just looks like he’s here for it, but she’s not that simple I guess, guards her self worth. If there’s any soul I know that can smell ‘fishy’ from thousands of miles away it’s her. Not a person to be messed with, or be messed up. I definitely have some trust issues I need to work at the moment in order trust anyone again. Well, it’s in my playing field now, when the timer counts down, it’s my second shot do what was required of me the last time. My fault.

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 27: Some Daria Thoughts

I’m trying to slow down with my Daria rewatch because I’m too obsessed and have too few episodes left, and I’ve been mainlining it too hard. But I am really enjoying it. I think taking several years off from my formerly regular rewatches helped. But I also… don’t want to leave the universe of it, I guess. I’ve been toying around with some fic ideas, nothing that I would share but just something fun for me. Also I feel like I could use some ‘seriously this can be bad it’s just for me’ writing, to help loosen up.

Anyway, I’ve gotten almost to the end of S4, or the Tom Troubles Storyline. I definitely just let this story wash over me when I watched as a teenager and enjoyed the sort of sordidness of it but it’s different to watch as an adult. He’s so fucking annoying. It’s so unforgivable to cheat on your girlfriend with her best friend AND be so sanctimonious about it AND then to totally get away with it! I think making out with one’s best friend’s boyfriend is also unforgivable but in Daria’s case it’s more of a she-can’t-help-it-she’s-drawn-that-way scenario, or in other words, I don’t really think that’s in character for her and to the extent that it is OOC that’s a writing mistake, something to be annoyed at on a meta level. And even if you can kind of make that work—people make mistakes, 17-year-olds make lots of mistakes, this is an area far out of her comfort zone or expertise, sometimes we want to tell certain stories and that means stretching the limits of believable characterizations especially in long-form, serial narratives—she shouldn’t have stayed with him for a year! A year! That piece of toast!

The thing is that I do get why they did it. The show was getting pretty weird in S3, perhaps a little bored with itself, and after 3 full seasons I think it was also ready to grow, and ready for its characters to grow. I think bringing in Tom was an attempt to give Daria specifically, the character, room to grow: first by separating her from Jane and thus forcing her to explore other relationships or even just herself in solitude, and second by laying the groundwork for Tom/Daria in S5. I understand the desire to give the main character a boyfriend, especially at that point in the show. But it’s hard to imagine where Daria would find someone to date: first off it would have to be a new character, because there are no viable men in the existing cast and almost every character at this point in the show exists to be skewered, and second because her friendship with Jane is so intense and codependent. There might be one-off new characters like Ted (gay, btw), but for Daria to really want to date someone she’d have to get quite close to him and to get close to someone she’d need to detach herself at least a little bit from Jane.

Jane, yeah, one could imagine her dating someone: she’s always been more into men than Daria, she’s always been more willing to go out on her own, she’s always been less socially awkward and less dependent. And once she becomes serious with someone, that person is in Daria’s orbit and she can plausibly gain an interest in him that she wouldn’t have the chance to gain in anyone else. I mean, lol, even the safely unattainable Trent is Jane’s older brother.

That said, Tom plays a pretty minor role in S4. Mostly he exists to pull Jane away from Daria, as I said, although every time he and Daria do interact, they get along better than she wants them to. (And he’s also totally inappropriate with her! She doesn’t know how to flirt but he damn sure does! Looking at you I Loathe a Parade.) A lot of the story line that makes IIFY possible comes in those two episode right at the end of S4, the ones I haven’t gotten to yet in this rewatch. My feeling is… it might be worth using Tom to test the Daria and Jane friendship but Daria and Tom should have broken up either in the movie or by early S5. The only issue is that I think all of these earlier plot points exist NOT to test the Daria and Jane friendship or to help Daria become less co-dependent but to set her up for a S5 boyfriend the only way they knew how. And I can’t really argue that there aren’t many paths to ‘Daria dates in high school’ that AREN’T ‘Daria poaches Jane’s boyfriend,’ annoying as that is.

[castle-dominion]

c3x9 close encounters of the murderous kind

I like how my man had a baton not drawing a gun

Beestings?

Hun if you’re timing yourself then don’t chat with other people.

MR: Please, I’ve had relationships that haven’t lasted this long.

RC: No, we want to impress them!

Poor security guy. Lanie’s outfit. Also esposito’s, v normal but nice. Vaccum sealer obv. Or the place they test airplanes. Maybe she was killed by Big Pickle.  Oh no castle. 

Esposito, u growing a beard? I can’t tell. Transcendent.

KR: Before version (Love ryan’s outfit. You know, his hair is short these days but his hair is short in later seasons but he looks way different. His face is longer, cheeks sharper, he almost seems taller) oOH ASTROPHYSICS. I used to love reading my dad’s old astrophysics textbook. I almost wanted to go into it but then I realized it was all math & even if I just wanted to take the course for fun I would need physics 30 & that wasn’t going to happen.  I love how he flips his notebook Wait isn’t that esposito’s pin? Maybe it was montgomery’s... Or maybe they all got one bc it’s a pride flag with only the blue stripe coloured in.  Oh no seti can’t have given the grant RYAN TELL ME YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN ALIENS (physically moves onto castle’s side) (nice castle outfit) KB is right.  KR: Maybe... Raymond always was the lightweight in the family. (Sorry now I’m just remembering the “I’m italian I burn pasta calories like nothing” guy from back in gr10 & “I’m irish I don’t get drunk”)

Ooh radio telescope!

Ooh this is cool! It’s like when you go from underwater to emerged & get the bumps or whatever

Nicotine addict. Esposito just sits down right beside the guy (their outfits) Ryan’s tie got spun funny XD

Why would he kill her with the altitude chamber & then try to throw u off the trail by moving her body? Not v smart (the thick white guy behind her is a detective I see often, but what is his name?)

Beckett is so right. Alien abductions aren’t real. KB: That reminds me of the lego I got stuck up my nose when I was six. We’ve all done it.

Esposito are there cleaning agents tho? Kate those things are probably expensive af.  PICKLE MANUFACTURERS BESTIE.

Dr Parish is the best

HOLY CRAP I’M ONLY AT THE SECOND INTRO?

Oh no Rick is a Silly Guy! He is too good of a dad for these “serious people”

Wow that’s interesting. Screw the military tho bestie.  KB: Well we started a conversation so I guess it worked... (I won’t clip) It is not a piece of an altitude chamber babe. It would not flake off like that. 

Ooh Ryan’s outfit! Love it! Dark blue with black stripes in like a flannel gingham type pattern (idk the word) with a tie like that? Hoo! (Benny Stryker? THE derrel meeks? moment)

Lmao I’m glad I have captions. They intentionally made it sound like “in prison” Girl this is cult stuff. BS: Huh! Sign each other’s books! Castle & Stryker! Contact should totally have been capitalized. It wasn’t aliens. (btw his outfit is nice) XD like that will smith movie B’y everyone already knows about aliens & we also all already know aliens are not real.

RC: ... Overall, big week (castle’s jacket lol)

Governments cover stuff up all the time, it is not a stretch whatsoever. 

Esposito honestly looks pissed Pickles Ooh Lanie & Esposito looked into it & found industrial vaccum sealers! Just like I said (he looks interesting. idk if I like this outfit. At least his short hair is not THAT short. & he checks into stuff with lanie <3) JE: Castle. JE: Just prove that ET did this bro, please. I hunt people, not machines. RC: I’m working on it *feeds a bird* JE, whispering: Thank you *bird feeds* (& esposito hates castle’s theories!)

Jersey turnpike, just where uncle raymond woke up! Voice activated phone, love it.  RC: This place, that place, the other place KB: *looks at ryan* :| KR: *looks at becket* ??? (not clipping)

Mothman? Maintenance just replaced it so is this beckett’s car or is it a cop car? Is this a halloween episode? It’s got to be a helicopter...

First thing they ask is where the other is. We don’t know what she was involved in... Nazi with the dentist drill Our way of life? Human life? Government stuff? USA rich capitalists making life worse for the poor than the average of communism? Castle is great, just taking it in stride writing his silly little books Obviously these ones killed her Funky little gun thing Why do they always go for the neck? I mean I know it’s an easy access place but it is also hella scary.  Lol looks like hickeys They are not good to drive... Ooh I should go out to the country & go stargazing

I love montgomery. He’s the dad. My people plural! Monty considers castle part of the fam!

RC: They also refused to confirm J Edgar Hoover liked to wear dresses JE: Abducted by government agents? Come on. What were you two really doing? KB: It’s not a kickey esposito. JE: You both have one.  RC: I wish it was a hickey. (This is how u know he’s telling the truth) RC: It’s from the injectors! JE: Is that what the kids are calling it these days? RC: They were Men In Black! KB: *turns convo to vaccum packers & chinese cigarettes* (idk if I should laugh at the illegalalien comment or if that’s not ok.) KR: Hey. KR: Are those hickeys? JE: Yes KB: No RC: I wish KR: Ok!

An emp! Oh calcium.  (esposito looks at castle like “you are so stupid for believing that” but he also begs castle to make it aliens so he doesn’t need to chase machines)

I love how beckett has that cute high necked shirt Castle hops to look thru the stuff CD just happens to be in the one he opens? (Maybe he opened a few already offscreen) (he holds it so poorly) Oh no. I swear it’s going to be a home movie & when I say “home movie” I mean... Obviously doctored or fake.

RC: Behold gentlemen & lady (esposito’s sweater right after the suit, why does he change so drastically) Just... all of their outfits actually. They stopped doing so many multiday episodes in laterseasons so they don’t need to change as much They are twins I swear

When beckett herself says “idk if it’s doctored” that gets the boys shocked Oh btw look at esposito’s cute sweater there. 

KR: How? It’s not like we can call them up. RC: We do have a box of bugs Lol the audio matching castle raising his eyebrows

Montgomery is the coolest (You thought they knew what was going on? seriously?)

Oh capitalism. Totalitarian governments suck ig but communism on small scales works fine so protect your way of life all you want Bloggers, that’s a good point castle. Y’all stuff will definitely leave this room. 

Ok leave the murder be.

Wow ashley’s parents suck. (calls castle’s pop fiction tawdry; castle calls him ordinary & assumes he would commit a murder) Lol at least castle gets to make a cool phone call about aliens & spies & cops & murder & surprise the parents like that. (I thought for sure the ppl questioning her were the agents that took caskett. But here’s a question, caskett got drugged: why didn’t they get blood tests done or smth?)

I’ve forged my TA’s initials on my high school agenda enough to know that if you want to forge a signature you need to do better than that

Ryan & esposito are not together much lately

Agent: I might want to put you guys on my friends & family plan

This is so gross. I hate the surveillance like that. Let people have privacy. 

RC: Where are the helicopters & swat teams swinging down on ropes? Agent: Budget cuts Westfield: We’ll worry about their teeth when the time comes. (love them putting on their vests) Hm, the agent didn’t know about the basement intel! KB: Welcome to new york

(firefly reference?????)

Captions said Castle was speaking mandarin (which was the chinese spoken on firefly I think) but the captions say there is cantonese chattering. Fun fact I had a kung fu teacher who spoke cantonese, a white euro-canadian meat fabrication teacher who would speak mandarin to the lab tech in the meat shop, & my little brother can speak some mandarin. Ofc I know other ppl too but shush.

Hand signals my beloved Ryan just jumped this guy! Oh I forgot about the other agent lol Castle XD KR: :D think we’ll get a medal for this? Agent: This never happened

Ooh a private word with beckett!  Oh no not camping with them... I hope we get to see that episode Argh it was confidential! (what did they actually say?) But anyway I think it would be cool to have an episode where rick & the families are away from new york camping & they need to solve a murder w/o the precinct, or at least w/o much help & it impresses ashley’s family (fanfic idea?) Lol castle just asks her what the confidential thing is

Ooh nice ending sound. It’s the theme song but played in the alien style

[dreamingsushi]

Dance of the Phœnix - Episode 23

Slowly but surely, we are getting near the end of this drama series and I am still unsure about if I can’t wait to put it past behind me or if I will regret it once it’s all over. You know, sometimes you complete a drama and you feel empty inside because it’s all done. I’m debating if this one will be one of those or not. Probably not if I am completely honest.

So, going on, more drama is awaiting us, with the fact that Feng Wu is an imposter being disclosed to a lot of her ennemies, thank you Zuo Qingluan for your service. Remember how Feng Wu was discussing with that girl how someone was pretending to be her? Well we still have no clue to who could that be (Qingluan, otherwise it wouldn’t make sense because she went there and noticed that the principal was dead) and she needs to hurry off because the colourful bird is calling her again to bring the second star piece to awaken her master. The tree next to him flourishes as he starts moving a little bit and from now on the bird will be able to get out of the ring too. There’s one piece left before Mu Jiuzhou can awaken.

Qingluan reports on her progress to the empress. She’s uneasy with the alliance between the dark night court and the empress so empress asks her who would she chose between the emperor and all that lives. Of course, all that lives. So the empress tells her about Mu Zhoujiu and how he actually didn’t fail ascending to deity, but was actually interrupted by the emperor. Basically, he had two friends, the emperor and Yu Mingye’s father, but then the emperor betrayed him after ten years of fake friend ship. According to the empress. Now they need to get rid of Feng Wu so Jun Linyuan will go against his father. I feel there was a LOT of lying in that story.

I am skipping a few scenes here that I found rather boring and useless, up to when the Master of the Biluo Palace comes to visit the Academy. While they are there, the master and some disciples witness Zhao Ge practicing and the disciples are impressed by how she improved. Mu Yao wants to humiliate Zhao Ge and suggests a little duel between the two of them, but she gets defeated badly. She tries to badmouth Zhao Ge, but gets scolded. I mean... She’s the daughter of your sect’s master, honestly that doesn’t sound like a smart move, especially when you lost. Results, you’re almost kicked out of your sect. Qingluan goes after Muyao to persuade her. They need to bring Zhao Ge to their side and defeat Feng Wu. She doesn’t care about her title, as long as she beats Feng Wu. Mu Yao doesn’t quite understand because she worked hard for it.

After half an episode, Feng Wu appears again. While she’s quarrelling with her bird friend, Zhao Ge hears her. She’s thinking oh no, what if Zuo Qingluan was right... But like... that’s very dumb. Why would she worry about that? It doesn’t change that Feng Wu has always been a good friend to her. She gets caught trying to leave and ends up inviting Feng Wu to some festival. However, Yu Mingye drags Feng Wu away (we should note that she doesn’t really resist being taken away). He takes her to a place so they can watch the fireworks together and plays the flute for her, leading people to believe they are a couple. He tries to get her to get together with him, but she’s not really giving an inch. She rejects him and he asks if they can at least remain as friends. She agrees. I actually like their chemistry better than with Jun Linyuan, but that’s my opinion. Poor Yu Mingye, he really breaks my heart.

I am going to go over the last few minutes of the episode very quickly. Basically, Jun Linyuan got Zhao Ge to take Feng Wu out, to see if she would feel moved by Yu Mingye. Why would you test her like that? To me that is pretty disgusting, you don’t do that to someone you like and said that they like you. Anyways. Zuo Qingluan still tries to bring Zhao Ge against Feng Wu. Lots of fireworks. Boring kiss between the two mains. And that’s about it. I don’t really get why is it so important that Zhao Ge leaves Feng Wu’s side, she’s still rather weak compared to other cultivators. Also, she doesn’t really has any influence on Jun Linyuan, I guess Xuanyi could somehow take her side, but he’s super loyal to Jun Linyuan so even if his love interest says otherwise, I don’t think he would go against him. Remember, Jun Linyuan knows that Feng Wu is trying to awaken Mu Jiuzhou, which is something very desirable. Oh well, dramas never end the way they should and they have to be at least somewhat annoying for us to always ask for more.

[rendering-services]

Role of Film Editing

We definitely used to enjoy that and get involved in the story and start picturising ourselves in place of some character in the story. We start picturising more and more in our mind as we get involved more into the story. That leads us to believe more and more in the fiction. The same concept applies to the films or movies. The people making the film are trying to express or let's say communicate a specific message to the audience. Of course the medium is rich and it becomes a bit easier than the grandma's process but the essence remains the same, to tell a story in the best possible way.

architectural interpretation (di?nh?aki?ntrúc)

So what exactly is a film? Well a film or movie is again a story told with moving images, hence the term motion picture applies to films. This is achieved by capturing photographic images with cameras. Most of us would have used a camera to capture images in our daily life. It's the same thing. The only difference is in a film the images are captured in sequence. Like a horse galloping captured in a series of photographs to show the full movement. This experiment was done by Eadweard Muybridge in 1877, the first ever motion picture.

 He used multiple still cameras to capture how a horse gallops. But It was Edison who invented the first ever film camerato employ moving images called the Kinetograph. In 1890 the first film strip made was dubbed "Strongman Sandow" which was just a guy flexing his muscles. Although before that Edison experimented with two films Monekyshines No. 1 (1890) and Monkeyshines No. 2 (1890). None of the them were meant to be seen by the public as Edison was just trying to test the cylinder of the Kinetograph.

 Phew! that's enough of the history for now:D

 Computer Animation is also used for making a film or motion picture. The series of images captured by camera or created via animation or visual effects are called frames. Normally it takes about 24 frames to capture or create one second of smooth motion. 24 frames/second is the standard video format for non linear video editing.

 The whole process of producing a film is called Film making or film production. This process involves a lot of people to deliver the film from the initial story or idea to a full length motion picture.

 Some of them are Scriptwriter, Producer, Director, Cinematographer, Actor, Editor, Compositor and many more. As I said it's a huge team effort and not a piece of cake. Unlike many other art editing is the only one that is unique to film production separating film making from other art forms if compared to photography, theater, directing etc.

 So What is Editing?

Editing means "correcting, revising, or adapting" in general. It's very much the same in film making. In film making the process of selecting good shots and later combining them to produce the final film or movie is called Film editing. Editing is the only art that is said to be invisible because when it's done properly the viewer or the consumer gets engaged so deeply that s/he can't even notice the editors work. Film editing can do miracles with a shot. Through film editing we can slow down a scene, speed it up, change the mood, change the point of view anyway in which we want to present. Total control, now that's awesome.

 Who is responsible?

The person responsible for the editing job in a movie is called a Film Editor. He normally works with other asst. editors and junior editors to complete the task. Although the whole editing team works for the film storytelling the film editor or the chief editor is the one with huge responsibilities. S/he is almost the second director of the film because s/he is the one who ultimately decides which shots to keep and which to omit. The first assembled film provided by the editors after editing is called the Editor's cut. It's the very first cut before two more cuts(Director's cut and Final cut) producing the final version. The editor works very closely with the film directors to understand what the directors want and deliver the same.Visit A2viz.com.vn/

 Why is it necessary?

Well there are many reasons. Let's say, if you got a plate full of different items to eat but you don't like any of them because let's say they are not spicy and you like spicy food, don't you? Now say what will you do? Will you eat it? Certainly not. No matter what kind of food it is you will just keep it aside. It's the same here, if you will not find a movie appealing enough to you than you will simply not see it. The poor producer and financiers will suffer. Editor adds that little bit of spice in needed amount to make the whole film making curry spicy or appealing to the viewer. So that's the kind of responsibility a editor possess and that makes an Editor really necessary to a film making process.

[sushi-rollss]

triple hall trouble

shinonome akito - project sekai

crack, fluff

desc; reader + rui + tsukasa causes hell to break loose in kamiyama, an in panic mode, a cringe capture scene + flustered akito :>

“Hey! Get out of the way!!” Shrill voice echoing as you sped through the busy students crowding the school halls.

“W-Woah! Watch where you’re going!”

You barely dodged the poor dude as the remote controlled cart you rode was able to react in time before an accident could happen. You curse the person behind the controls, should have foreseen this coming from miles away when the three of you collectively let Tsukasa handle the wheel.

“Dumbass Tsukasa! Don’t just ram straight into people! Learn to steer the wheel properly!”

“I’m trying, okay?!”

You shouted to your blonde friend who was fairly struggling to keep up with you, whilst managing the cart at the same time. Rui was running beside him, amused by how well his new creation is working. Of course, only the three of you would be smart enough to test this high speed cart of his in a cramped up school hall, instead of an empty field.

“Fufu, the engines are working splendidly, Tsukasa-kun. I think it’s time to amp up the boosters, don’tcha think?”

“W-W-What?! You want us to go faster?!”

“Rui! I don’t think my eyelashes can keep up with any more speed, they’re gonna fly off!”

That was certainly a concern, but that’s nothing compared to the speedy hall monitor rushing to catch up to the three of you. You peeked back to see a pissed off An, complete with a dark aura surrounding her, running your way.

“GUYS! CODE RED! AN’S HERE!”

“Abort missio—!”

You desperately warned but to no avail, she caught up to the boys before you knew it. Wait a second, since when was An this fast? Did she recently join the track team or something?!

“You three again! Couldn’t you have chosen a better time and place to commit your heinous activities?!”

“Ouch, that stings-!”

“Ah! Ah! Please spare us!”

You watched in horror as An smacked the two boys in the head. She was beyond stressed, you can almost see the wrinkles forming on her pretty face. It’s kinda funny to finally see them getting a piece of their own medicine but then you remembered you weren’t exactly innocent either. Now’s not the time to be watching them, you should find a way to escape too———wait, if Tsukasa is out of it, then why is the cart still speeding?

You whipped your head to the front in panic. Two oblivious students leaving their classes were directly in your field of movement; unbeknownst to them, a clash is bound to happen.

“Augh, can’t believe we still have three hours of lessons after recess.”

“You speak as if you’re new to school, Akito.”

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s still tiring, Toya.”

‘Oh heavenly sakes, why of all times!’ You grumbled mentally at how they failed to notice the loud screeching of the cart tires heading their way.

“Hey! Move away!!” Shouting as loud as you can to grab their attention, the colours drained from their faces when they realised the current situation. Alas, it was too late, you could barely catch a glimpse at their faces before you were almost at eye-to-eye distance of impact. It happened so fast, fear finally creeping up to you in the final moments.

‘Is it finally my time to leave for heaven? God, please forgive my sins for all the times I skipped my classes and homeworks,’ Inwardly praying and closing your eyes, you accepted your fate.

You felt a firm hit to the side of your cart and your body was forcefully lifted by strong arms grabbing you by your underarms, saving you from tumbling along with the cart that was kicked away. Realising you felt no pain, you opened your eyes, only to meet a pair of golden irises staring—no, glaring into your soul.

“Eh?” You squeaked, though he shut you up with a snarl.

“You only have 5 minutes to explain yourself.” He growled, eyebrows furrowed in anger. It was a big contradiction to how gently he was holding you, a hand under your arm stretching to hold you firmly by your backside and another in the curve of your waist, balancing you on your feet.

“U-Uh I actually-” Trying to think of any excuse, you looked past him to his dual-haired friend for any sort of help or bail.

“Um, Akito, maybe let her calm down first?”

“Like hell I’m letting her calm down when she almost wrecked into us!”

Well, that backfired, he seems even more furious now. Just when you were about to make up a reasonable excuse, you heard An screaming to Akito from across the halls. Bad luck at it’s finest, why must she arrive now?!

“Akito, hold onto her for me, don’t let her escape!

He immediately took action and squeezed his hand on your waist tighter, keeping you from slipping away. Your frightened face was met with an evil glare and a sneer, he knew exactly where this was going. You’re not going anywhere as a punishment for your crime.

Overwhelmed by panic, your brain almost short-circuited yet you did the only thing you could think of to catch him off guard. Besides, he had a cute face anyway, that’s killing two birds with one stone! Swiftly, you shut your eyes and pecked him on the lips, long enough to stun him and loosen his grip on you.

“M-Mmh?!” His muffled voice was in obvious shock, his eyes almost jumping out of their sockets.

Just as you expected, both of his hands fell to his sides in disbelief. Taking the chance, you zipped past him and ran as fast as you can. In those exact moments, you still managed to slip a flirty line from afar though,

“Next time, I’ll make you reciprocate the kiss!”

He was visibly flushed, a hand covering his lips where it happened as he stared at you, just in time to see you winking back at him before leaving him in the dust with Toya.

In the distance, An was hot on your trail while Akito still stood in utter silence from shock. Toya looked at him in concern, it’s not everyday you see the ginger get flustered to the point where he’s too stunned to speak.

“Akito, you okay there?”

“…” He was bright red to the tip of his ears, painting his pale skin in a burst of colour.

“Akito?” Toya placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder to snap him out of it.

“S-Shut up, I’m fine. Let’s go.” He grumbled, back to his strong guy act despite his demeanour giving it away. Plus, he almost tripped on his own feet on the way to the cafeteria.

That was definitely not how he expected his first kiss to be.

[zivazivc]

Pinocchio AU

Okay people want the explanation for this comic so here it goes. It’s long and complicated and MESSED UP because of course it is, this is me. I’m going to write in points because my small tired brain can’t handle good english atm but basically to sum up the Adrien was a sentimonster theory or Pinocchio AU as I like to call it:

Young married Emilie and Gabriel can’t have kids. Gabriel reluctantly accepts this fate and even brings up adoption as a possibility once, but Emilie doesn’t want to hear any of that. She’s a bit of a Marinette in the sense that she pictures this romanticized ideal life for herself and a child—her flesh and blood—HAS to be in it.

They keep trying to get a baby while other young families Emilie knows keep growing. She feels left out and hurt and depressed, then her newlywed twin sister announces she’s expecting a baby too and something within Emilie just unhinges.

She eventually lies to some of her friends, who she was out for coffee with, that she’s pregnant too. She mostly does it just to see their reaction and feel what it would be like but it quickly spirals out of control where she just starts pretending she’s pregnant until you can’t even tell if she believes it herself.

Gabriel is confused at first because he hears the news second hand (a friend/family member congratulating him) so he’s apprehensive when he approaches his wife but she convinces him that they really are getting a baby and Gabriel is ecstatic.

It’s only later at a doctor’s check up that Gabriel learns that she indeed is not pregnant. The doctor even speaks to him alone explaining that his wife is in denial and that he should make sure she goes to see a psychiatrist, something she definitely wouldn’t do alone.

Gabriel is unsuccessful with that because he’s not entirely persistent, doesn’t want to be the guy with the crazy wife having to tell everyone she lied about being pregnant, and hopelessly believes she’ll just get over it eventually.

That is until her “pregnancy is near due”—her sister already had Félix in England a few months ago—and he stumbles on her transformed with her peacock miraculous (they already have both of them) creating a sentimonster newborn.

They have a huge fight about it but because Emilie refuses to destroy it, won’t tell Gabriel where the amok is, and Gabriel can’t just hurt the baby with his hands, Emilie just… wins. Fucked up, yeah?

Now she tried creating kids before this one, using her imagination to try and blend her and Gabriel’s looks but it just wasn’t working. So she decided to copy of photos of baby Félix because he already looked almost like a copy of his mother, and Amélie and Emilie already looked alike so it’s not so weird?—is what her mind was telling her.

She didn’t dare alter his looks but she decided to give the baby Gabriel’s eye color to include the “father” in some way. (Yes in that comic I made I gave Adrien a mix of green and gray but that was mainly to get the point across to the perceptive readers)

Now we got Adrien, a normal baby boy to the whole world except for Gabriel who’s forced into his wife’s fantasy through social expectations.

Why are we only at this point and this post is already so long AAAAAAAA!!!

Adrien physically basically grows in a way where Emilie just keeps changing his appearance to match what Félix looked like a few months prior.

Mentally he’s like a robot just taking in information without really needing to learn it. So Emilie decides when he says his first word, she decides when he learns to walk,… He knows how to walk, he just wasn’t given the command to do so yet.

But even so he does develop a personality over time, just slower, because unlike a normal child who’s always testing his boundaries, how far they’re allowed to go until they’re in real trouble, Adrien just can’t misbehave. At all.

But he does have his favorite foods and favorite toys, and jokes that make him laugh the most. The problem is just that Emilie could just decide that his favorite food is strawberries and he’d just start acting accordingly, rewiring his belief. 

He also isn’t allowed to argue or be mean to others which is why Félix thinks he’s a goody two-shoes weirdo while Chloé the brat adores him.

This behavior isn’t so hard to hide with a toddler who’s fickle but it’s harder and harder as the kid grows. Which is why the family becomes very secluded over time.

Gabriel always keeps distance with his “son”. He’s not Dad, he’s Father, he doesn’t do hugs and cuddles, he doesn’t say I love you. But Adrien knows he loves him because his mom told him so and he loves him back unconditionally because Mom said that’s what families do.

Now even though Gabriel is traumatized by this whole ordeal and knowing Adrien “isn’t real” freaks him out he does soften a bit over time. I’m going to give an awful example but like someone who hates cats softening for a cat that their partner/roommate decided to get/had from before. Continuing with this example: But still becoming appalled when the cat starts acting odd/unusually.

Okay I think you get the gist. Let’s move on…

Emilie loves her son more and more as he grows and his sentimonster behaviours start bothering her more and more too. She hates being reminded that he’s not a real boy by people mentioning he looks young for his age because Emilie forgot to make him grow for a while. She hates when he does everything like he’s told. She hates that he has no real friends because they’re afraid to expose him to the outside too much and without supervision. She hates to think about his future.

Her desire for him to be real keeps growing and is what drives her to search for a solution in the miraculous spellbook.

She cracks the script after years, when Adrien is nearly a teen, and finds a way to transfer the creators soul into a sentimonster.

It’s a long process that takes time and while she falls ill to everyone around her, Adrien becomes more real.

Gabriel starts realizing what’s happening when he notices Adrien hesitate for a second when he’s playing a video game and Gabriel wants him to do something, groan when he gets bothered watching TV, huff, complain, have slightly opposing opinions to his and Emilie’s, when he argues with his mother when she tells him she’s feeling fine; when he notices his son’s eyes are greener. Or is it all in his head?

He confronts his wife too late, when she’s extremely ill already, her normally vibrant eyes dulled match Adrien’s bluish gray, and he pieces together in his head what she’s doing.

Before Gabriel could properly think what to do to stop the love of his life from turning into a lifeless doll, in a fit of panic he tries to take her wedding band (where he knows Adrien’s amok is) to get rid of Adrien instead, but is unsuccessful in getting it off her so he snatches her peacock brooch instead (which she needs to complete the spell obvs) and breaks it. (Heyoo! broken peacock miraculous. things are coming together)

Because the spell was almost complete anyway it’s Emilie who falls unconscious. But she doesn’t disappear because she’s not a real sentimonster, she just becomes dormant like one.

This is the point in the story where Gabriel makes it seem like Emilie ran away or something like that—basically disappear. Now he’s living knowing he has an almost sentimonster wife in the basement, knowing he almost killed his son (or her), and having to care for a son that suddenly became much more alive, questioning, arguing, angry, screaming, not accepting, crying, grieving, staring at him with Emilie’s eyes.

Instead of becoming a real parent, Gabriel shuts him out.

Soon Adrien evolves desires for socializing, company, getting away from the suffocating home which eventually leads to him going to a public school.

He slowly starts to live life freely without the restrictions that were put around his thoughts.

Gabriel has an even stranger relationship with Adrien now because he still loves him in a way but also holds resentment toward him. But mostly he sees him as something valuable.

The show happens here…  And now finally we get to the comic…

Gabriel gets a hold of the ladybug and black cat miraculouses. (There’s no epic fight in his lair as you see there’s no Ladybug in the comic but that’s not really important)

What’s important is that Gabriel had deciphered the miraculous spellbook with the help of Emilie’s notes and had decided to use the unification’s “wish” power to awaken Emilie.

He’s aware he’ll need to sacrifice something for the wish to come true and he’s certain Adrien should be enough because the soul inside him is literally the one thing Emilie is missing.

✨Adrien (poor boy just lost his miraculous) is taken to Gabriel’s lair, where he finds out his father is Hawk Moth, sees his mother, learns he’s a sentimonster, and that he’s going to become a sacrifice ✨

Of course the last part is not what happens. It’s Gabriel who ends up being sacrificed.

I can’t decide if Gabriel ends up sacrificing himself because he changed his mind in the last moment while Adrien was screaming for him to stop, OR  because he didn’t love Adrien enough for him to be considered an equal exchange for his wife… O.O

But anyhow…

Emilie wakes up with Gabriel’s soul within her (hence the bluish gray eyes in the comic).

Adrien is traumatized for life.

This took me hours to write… I knew there was a reason why I didn’t want to do it. I hope I didn’t forget anything and my brain made sense of it all

Well there you have it, peeps. The Pinocchio AU. It’s as messed up as my sleep schedule. Good night. 

[sinner-as-saint]

we can’t stop, we’re enemies.

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader AU

Run-through: After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it...

Themes: enemies-to-lovers, smut, sex pollen trope, dirty talk, swear words, fluff

“How is it going up there Sam, talk to me.” 

You spoke, waiting to hear from Sam through the ear piece. 

The three of you were on a mission on unfamiliar lands. Rumor had it that some shady organization was conducting illegal experiments. The whole location was spooky, and you needed to be thorough and quick. So Sam decided to get an aerial view along with Red Wing, and see if there are any threats coming your way while you and Bucky decided to check out the underground laboratories. 

The whole place was shadowy and old, it almost seemed like no one had been here in a long time. But still, these people were criminals so you had to gather every evidence you could which would lead you their way. 

And so far, after exploring the place for the past half an hour, you found nothing major. Just weird laboratory glassware filled with liquids and what not. 

“Sam?” you called out again into the ear piece, keeping your gun at the ready. “Say something damn it.” 

His reply came. “There’s something sketchy about the building at the back, I’m gonna go check it out. But you have to promise me you won’t kill each other by the time I get back.” 

You and Bucky sent death glares at each other in disgust. He was on the other side of the lab, flipping through files and papers, while you were searching the cabinets and drawers. The two of you were separated by a steel workstation. Dark leather jacket, metal arm exposed; you’d find him handsome if he wasn’t so annoying. 

“Sure, whatever.” Bucky mumbled, being his grumpy self. 

You frowned at him, “Dude, drop your fucking attitude.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes at you, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Sam roared through the ear piece, “Enough! Focus, you two are in the labs and we don’t know what’s in there. Just, maybe look out for each other. Okay? I’m going in.”

“Be careful, Sam.” You spoke, sending another dirty look at Bucky. 

“Yeah y-,” 

Sam got cut off. All you could hear was some static noises and then complete silence. 

“Sam? Can you hear us?” Bucky tried reaching out but neither of you could hear him. “This isn’t good.” 

“Damn it!” You cursed. “Maybe he flew out of range. Or maybe we’re too deep under.” 

For once in his life he nodded, agreeing with you. “Let’s just hurry up and see what we can find. We need to get out of here as fast as we can and get to the Jet.” He said, flipping through more and more files and papers, his metal arm glistening in the poorly lit room. 

You sassed in the same tone he used before, “Don’t tell me what to do.” And you earned yourself another glare from him. 

Fifteen minutes later and you two still had nothing to work with. 

“This is useless. There’s nothing here, this is just bullshit.” Bucky complained, slamming down a file on the workstation so hard that it made you jump. 

You were annoyed. You slammed a cabinet shut and turned to face him. “Oh I’m sorry princess, is work getting too tiring? Do you need a break? Hmm?” 

“Shut up, you’re the one who keeps whining all the time.” He wasn’t wrong. 

You stepped forward, grabbing the edge of the cold workstation. “Well maybe if you’d quit complaining and actually do your part of the job, then I wouldn’t have to whine about always doing everything on my own and you taking credit for it in front of Sam.” 

He leaned forward, his metal arm already denting his side of the edge of the workstation. “Maybe if you’d stop bitching about everything and everyone all the time then maybe we’d get along and actually get shit done.” 

You leaned in too. “Or maybe if just me and Sam teamed up, we’d work better. I still don’t know why he keeps you around. Take your metal arm away, what are you? Exactly, just a hundred year old, confused man.” 

He smirked. “And what are you? Just a spoilt, whiny brat who knows how to use a gun?” He knew just what to say to get the reaction he wanted out of you. 

In less than a few seconds you had your loaded gun out in front of you, aiming it at his forehead. “And guess what, she never misses a target.” You spat at him. 

You had done this before; aiming guns at each other until Sam comes to break the tension. But Sam wasn’t here this time. 

Bucky knew you would never pull the trigger on him so he gave you a handsome, arrogant smirk which only pissed you off even more. “Come on, shoot.” He provoked you. 

“Stop pissing me off.” You warned. 

“Or what? You’re gonna shoot me for calling you a whiny, spoilt brat? See, that’s exactly what brats do.” 

“James, stop.” Oh he was getting on your nerves. You were agitated. 

He just smirked and went on. “I actually believe that that might be your superpower, destroying people by annoying them to death with how much of a brat you can actually be.” 

You glared at him, unmoving, furious. You placed your forefinger on the trigger. “Say brat one more time and I will blow your fucking head off and when Sam asks, I’ll make it seem like an accident.” 

He leaned closer, aligning his forehead to the barrel of your gun. He stared at you with his stormy, ocean blue eyes; inciting you to just pull the damn trigger. He watched you with mischief in his eyes. “Brat.” He mouthed, smirking right after and waiting for your reaction. 

You clenched your jaw and shifted your aim just a little so that the bullet misses him but still shoots right by his ear. You pulled the trigger without hesitation, shooting at the shelf filled with dark red and brown liquids behind Bucky. 

Bucky maintained his calm and composure despite the loud sound of the shattering glass falling on the tiles right behind him. “Brat.” He said again, out loud this time. 

“I hate you.” You lowered your gun but then noticed something behind Bucky. Smoke, or some sort of vapor oozing out of the broken flasks and test tubes. You froze for a second. “Bucky, look.” You walked around the workstation and joined him on the other side. 

The vapor quickly filled the room like thick fog, reducing visibility and making your throat burn a little. You coughed; once, twice. You looked beside you and Bucky was standing there with a look of horror on his face. 

The moment his supersoldier sense got a whiff of the vapor, something in him ignited. No… 

“We have to get out of here. Now.” You heard his voice, then felt his cold fingers wrap around your wrists as he tugged you along, making his way out of the lab. He tried to hold his breath but he couldn’t hold it very long. He tried to find the door to exit the room but that was hard too because neither of you could see properly. 

“This stuff,” you spoke in between coughs, “will probably kill us, won’t it?” You held on tightly to his arm. “You need to get us out of here now.” The vapor was reducing your visibility more and more. 

He felt the side of the wall, looking for the metal handle of the door through which you entered the lab. “It won’t kill us.” He growled as he looked beside him. You were standing close to him, so close, holding on to his arm tightly, a thin layer of sweat covered your face. 

It was almost funny how you had your gun aimed at him just a minute ago and now you were relying on him for protection. 

“How can you be so sure? Do you know what this stuff is?” You asked. 

He sighed. He knew. “I have a hunch, but let’s hope I’m wrong.” He felt warm. Deep inside something stirred in him. Animalistic, primal, feral. It was there, pressing and burning. Guess he wasn’t wrong. 

He finally found the door and he pushed it open, letting the two of you out and you took off running at once. You tried to reach Sam. A couple tries later, he finally responded. “I got some names, I think we got what we’re looking for. Where are you guys?” 

“We found…. uh, nothing. We’re on our way to the jet, meet us there.” Bucky responded, running beside you. 

You were confused out of your mind, not to mention you felt feverish. Hot, and you were sweating more than usual in places you’d rather not think about. Something in you was yearning to break free. You felt chained, you needed release. You felt like something had awakened inside of you; a deep hunger. Aroused, you felt aroused. Or was it just the adrenaline rush? 

By the time you tried to figure out what was actually going on with you, you both had made it to the Jet. 

“I feel sick.” you mumbled, stumbling on your way inside the jet. “I think… I think that smoke poisoned me.” You placed your palm against the side of the plane to hold on so you don’t fall. You felt like gravity wasn’t pulling you down anymore. You were a little out of breath. 

Then you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. You grimaced as it only ignited the fire which you just found out had been burning inside you since you left the lab. 

“You’re not poisoned. You’re not sick, you’re gonna be okay. We just have to… we have to get home.” Bucky was worse than you were. His enhanced senses allowed him to feel everything you felt, times ten perhaps. 

His heart raced as he got a whiff of your fading perfume, mixed with the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your natural, raw scent. He could feel your arousal from here, and it pulled him in so easily. All he wanted to do was to tear your suit off, pin you up against the side of the Jet and fuck the living hell out of you, stretch you out and just rail you until you could no longer take it. 

Fuck. 

You looked up at him; heart racing, palms sweating and even your mouth was salivating more than usual. “You know what that thing was, don’t you?” You asked, ignoring the way his cold hand upon your shoulder made you want to lean into his touch even more. “What was it?” 

You saw the look in his hooded eyes. Bucky sighed, pulling his hand away from you and the loss of contact made you whimper ever so quietly. You felt warmer and more and more breathless with each second that passed by. 

“They used to make those substances, long ago back when I was with HYDRA. I didn’t expect to find those here. They were used to… to try and see if they could get super soldiers to procreate naturally.” Bucky explained and waited for your reaction. 

“Sex pollen. Correct?” 

He nodded, “Yes.” 

You were a little shaken, but relieved knowing that at least it wasn’t poison and you wouldn’t be dying a painful death. “That’s… I mean, it could have been poison.” You didn’t know how to react after you pieced it all together. “How long before it wears off?” 

“Twenty-four hours unless...” 

“Unless what?” 

“Unless you fuck it out of your system well enough.”

That had you surprised. “Oh. Well that’s just great, isn’t it? Fucking perfect. I’m screwed.” 

Bucky tried his hardest to refrain himself from leaning in and biting that sassy mouth of yours, shoving his tongue past your lips to shut you up, to hear you moan and gasp and cry out his name as he takes you however he wants to… 

“We.” He corrected you. “It’ll get worse every hour.” He replied. 

You sighed and moved away from him, unzipping your combat suit partly and removing the jacket because you couldn’t handle the heat. Bucky cursed as you stripped into just a tank top and tight pants, right in front of him. He felt his cock get harder. 

“Can you not?” He sounded pissed off again; frustrated. “This is all your doing. The least you can do is make this a little bit easier for both of us.” 

His words made you turn around and glare at him. “How is this my doing? I didn’t even know what was in that lab.” 

He stepped forward, instinctively. The sight of your exposed neck and your soft skin was making him think of unspeakable things that he wanted to do to you. As he advanced, you tried not to look down at his cock, straining against his zipper. Your heart raced as you took in the size of his bulge. Enhanced super soldier indeed. 

“Had you not been a spoiled brat who can’t take a joke, you wouldn’t have tried to shoot at me nor would you have shot those flasks!” He argued, feeling more and more warm as he got closer to you. 

You took a step forward as well, fueled by annoyance, lust and anger. “Who was it who provoked me into doing that because they couldn’t keep their fucking mouth shut, huh? That’s right, your annoying ass!” 

Bucky pushed you against the side of the Jet without a second thought. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with his hand while pressing his body into you, his metal arm circling around your waist and pressing you further into him. 

He hadn’t thought this through. He hadn’t thought about how your warm breath would feel against his skin, or how warm your body would be under his touch. You felt feverish, having him this close. His tall, large frame and his tight grip made your whimper under him. Your body reacted to him naturally. 

All you felt was warm, his body heat, his scent. The feeling of his cold leather jacket against your flushed skin. You wanted him. Or rather, your body did. 

“Don’t you provoke me now, you fucking whiny brat.” He whispered, menacingly into your ear. 

You tried to ignore the shivers his voice sent down your entire body. But he saw it. And you could feel his erection press against your crotch. Just to mess with him, you discreetly moved your hips against his, making him hiss loudly. 

“What are you gonna do about it, dipshit?” You sassed, knowing that given his intensified senses he must be feeling much worse than you. 

He groaned as you kept grinding against him, your pulsating core rubbing against the bulge in his pants. And that only made it worse for both of you. 

“Fuck…” Bucky swore, before quickly pulling away from you, but not releasing you yet. “You’re such a bitch.” His body was screaming for you, each nerve ending of his was on fire. A fire only you could douse. 

You were just the same, on the edge and wanting to reach out for him; knowing he would satiate your hunger better than anyone could. Your body was throbbing as you stared into his eyes, your gaze lowering down to his dog tags. How you wanted those dangling right above your face… 

You heard someone clear their throat. It wasn’t Bucky. 

“Something you two need to tell me? Or is this just your new way of trying to kill each other?” A deep voice asked from behind Bucky. 

“Sam! Are you okay?” You escaped Bucky’s grip and rushed to Sam. 

He seemed alright to you. He nodded. “Yeah, we just need to get home. I need to notify the team and see what we should do next. What was in those labs?” 

You glared at Bucky. His smug face alone was pissing you off, but God right now you wanted to ride that man until the sun came tomorrow morning. 

“Just a bunch of useless experiments. Nothing major.” He glared at you as he said the last bit to Sam. 

The ride back home was one of the most painful, annoying and frustrating situations you had ever undergone. Each time you felt like someone was watching you, you’d turn your head to the side and find Bucky staring; and his stares would make your body tremble in need. 

Meanwhile he was having a hard time too, in more ways than one. He could feel his blood rush south even at the brief sound of your voice whenever you sighed in annoyance or talked to Sam. Luckily the latter could not pick up on the thick, sexual tension. 

Once at the compound, you each hurried to your own rooms and that’s where you stayed until the evening. Sam found it weird that you both skipped dinner but he didn’t need another headache today so he went to bed, telling himself that he’d deal with you two tomorrow morning. 

Bucky was a mess. Even after an hour under the cold shower his body was still calling out for you. He tried taking care of his business on his own, but that wasn’t working. He was still so hard it was painful. Nothing could make this better, nothing could soothe the pain - nothing but you. He needed you so badly it was driving him insane, like he was an animal in heat being asked to suppress his feral desires towards his mate. Being away from you was painful. He couldn’t help but hate you for no reason at all usually, but he’d do what it takes to be inside you and make you scream his name right now. 

You were equally as troubled at the super soldier. You tried taking a warm bath and tried to think of other things you could focus on, but nothing worked. Your toys didn’t seem appealing tonight, you needed him, all of him. You shivered at the thought of his taut, virile body under yours, or above. His masculine scent, the sound of his moans, would he bite?… fuck. You could feel your arousal leak out of you every now and then, it was insane how aroused you were. You couldn’t look at him for long without getting unnecessarily annoyed, but you would do anything just to have him rearrange your guts right now. 

What made it worse was that neither of you could stand each other at all. Enemies, you called yourselves. But right now you couldn’t help but crave each other in the most salacious way possible. 

Fuck this. You couldn’t take this anymore. You decided to swallow your pride and make your way to his room and ask him if you two could come to an agreement on how to fight this thing because it would be impossible to go another twenty hours feeling like this. You were burning from the inside. This was unbearable. 

Just as you opened your bedroom door, you were slightly surprised to find Bucky standing right outside your door. His metal hand up midair, as though he was to knock on your door and you happened to open the door just in time. You almost drooled at the sight of him; sweatpants and a tight, white t-shirt. You swallowed and cleared your throat. 

“Hey.” You greeted him, not knowing how to deal with this situation. You felt so drawn to him in that moment, so damn restless and needy that it was hard to breathe right while looking at him. 

“I was, uh, about to knock…” He didn’t know how he got here, he didn’t remember. Maybe it was the chemicals messing with his brain and turning him into a hungry beast. He didn’t care that he was knocking on your door in the middle of the night, he wanted you. He was craving you and that’s all he knew. Also the oversized t-shirt, the only you were wearing at the time, was not helping at all. 

“Yeah, um…” you rambled then stopped talking the moment you found him staring into your eyes with a wild look in his eyes. 

That was it. 

You grabbed him by the waistband of his sweats and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. Before Bucky could process anything, you had him pushed against your closed door and your mouth was on his, kissing him hungrily. Your hands slowly slipped under his tight t-shirt and you lazily trailed your hands up and down his toned abs. 

His hands gripped your hips on either side as he kissed you back with just as much ardor as you did. His body ignited the moment he felt your lips and hands on him, yet the heat was weirdly satisfying; it stimulated him but calmed him down at the same time. It felt perfect. This was just what he needed, you. 

Your movements were rapid and passionate, fiery. Hands roaming each other's body, touching and feeling and exploring; making each other moan like you were both touch-starved. 

You let out a soft moan when you felt his tongue slip past your lips, stroking the top of your mouth while his metal hand slipped under your shirt. Your body was tingling wherever he touched you. His touch made you feel way better than you had felt in the past few hours and you were grateful. Your moans sent his mind straight to the gutter and he couldn’t wait to be inside you. 

“I need you…” you whispered against his lips as you pulled away to catch your breath. “I need you to fuck me… right here, right now.” Your demands made him smirk as he looked down at you with lust in his eyes. 

“Oh?” he managed to still find the energy to be an ass to you. “Why don’t you go on and beg for it, then?” 

You scoffed, leaning in to lick his lips while you hand dipped into his pants. You grabbed his erected cock and gave it a little, gentle squeeze. He moaned like he hadn’t been touched in forever. Like he was desperate for one thing and one thing only; you. You whispered, “You need me too, Bucky. I’m not gonna beg you, I’m doing you a favor here.” You slid your closed fist up and down his length and made him moan some more before you let go and watched him groan and clench his jaw in annoyance. 

He looked down at you, panting in need just as you were. His hand slid into your hair and he gripped it, tugging on it just enough to make you gasp in pleasure and pain. “Still a fucking brat with that annoying attitude I see?” He leaned in to bite your exposed neck, making your cry out in pain before he licked the spot, soothing it. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll fuck all that attitude out of you.” 

He let go of your hair but tightened his grip around your waist as he placed his mouth back on yours. Kissing you like there’s no tomorrow; biting your lip and bruising your already swollen mouth. He was wild, and you needed it and more. 

He pushed you down on your bed, and stood back to watch you for a moment. How did he never realize that you were so naturally beautiful? He looked down at you like a predator looking at his meal; fiercely, ready to ruin you and make you scream and beg and satiate his hunger. As well as yours. 

“Well, if you’re done staring…” you knelt on your bed and reached out for him, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him closer. “I want you in me. Now.” Your demanding tone riled him up. 

Bucky grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back again. “If you wanna get fucked, you’re gonna ask nicely. Understood?” 

You glared at him, shooting death glares right at him while your hand palmed him through his sweatpants. “I fucking hate you.” You spat at him, whimpering as he pushed you back down on the bed, quickly climbing on top of you this time. 

“I hate you too.” He knelt on your bed, straddling your waist as he tore your oversized shirt in half and off your body, throwing the pieces of fabric somewhere on your bedroom floor. You laid beneath him in just your underwear and he growled. 

“That was my favorite shirt, you fucking idiot.” You whispered, breathless, shivers dancing down your spine as he traced your mouth with his two fingers, slipping them past your lips once, then twice then trailing his now wet fingers down your neck, till your belly button. 

“You think I care?” he leaned down and took one of your breasts into his mouth, kneading the other with his metal hand. The contrast of his warm mouth around one and his cold hand around the other was driving you crazy. He bit, and tugged and licked; making your back arch off the bed as you purred in pleasure. 

Your hips moved on their own, grinding against his erection again to try and alleviate the pain. You were desperate. Bucky pinched and rolled one of your nipples while he lightly grazed the other with his teeth, and you let out a loud moan. 

“Please… please, I need you. Please…” You muttered under your breath, knowing he could hear you. Bucky smirked as he pulled away from your chest, ignoring the way his cock throbbed. “What’s so fucking funny?” You grabbed him by the throat, pulling his face closer to yours. 

His metal arm reached down in between your legs and he ripped your underwear off. The fabric hurt just a little when it tore against your skin. “Just that it's the first time I heard you asking for something so politely. It’s not so hard after all, is it?” 

Now he was pissing you off. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and flipped the two of you around. You got on top of him and straddled his waist, trapping him under you like he had you before. You had better control like this. 

You grabbed him by the jaw and leaned in to kiss his lips, fiercely. “Stop fucking playing, Barnes.” You whispered against his lips, grinding against his hard cock again. He closed his eyes and hissed in pleasure as you kissed down to his neck, nibbling on his skin along his throat. 

He moaned, hands gripping your hips and guiding you as you rubbed your bare core against his clothed erection. “No? I thought brats liked games?” He mumbled. 

You pulled away from his neck and looked down at his smug face. “You are so fucking annoying.” You reached down in between your bodies and lowered his sweatpants all the way down until he kicked them off. You grabbed his cock and stroked him gently, agonizingly slow. He moaned shamelessly, and eventually caught on that you were just teasing him even more. 

“Don’t tease me…” he sounded just as breathless as you were. 

“Why? Not so fond of games anymore?” you sassed, rubbing your throbbing core against his thigh while you stroked him so gently that he felt like he was losing his mind. 

He growled as he grabbed you by the waist and flipped the two of you around, him being on top again. “Enough,” he growled in your ear, “Spread those legs for me.” He ordered, settling in between them as you spread your legs to accommodate him. He grabbed your thighs and parted your legs even more as he aligned the tip of his cock to your opening. “Now stay still, don’t move.” 

You braced yourself for him, but nothing could have prepared you for that. His length stretched you open until he was seated deep inside you, filling you up entirely to a point where you couldn’t even think of anything else other than him being balls deep inside you. 

You moaned as he removed himself entirely and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to adjust to his size. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear, “Fuck….” you heard him moan; panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you. 

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. He kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you over and over again, making your eyes tear up. The burning need subsided a little bit as his cock brushed against all the right spots inside you. “Buck… faster, please,” You whimpered. 

He chuckled into your ear, “Needy little brat…” he mumbled as he sped up into you, making you lose your ability to focus on anything else other than him and his body. He pulled away from your face to look down at you, his metal hand coming up to wrap itself around your throat. “This is what you wanted since we left that lab, huh? For me to fuck your greedy little cunt? Hmm?” He taunted as he stretched you out completely. You lifted your legs up and wrapped them around his waist; allowing him to thrust deeper into you. 

You felt tears escaping your eyes as he pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours fucking deeper into you. He was relentless; each moan which left your lips only encouraged him to get more and more rough. 

You felt a pressure form in between your hips, your body begging for release. “Bucky… please.” You moaned, begging. For something, anything. You’d take anything at this point. But right when your walls started clenching around him and when you were just about to come undone; he pulled out. 

“Please what?” He surprised himself with how he was able to tease you in this situation when all he wanted was to make both of you cum over and over again. 

“I need to cum, Bucky please,” you cried, with tears in your eyes. 

Bucky leaned in to kiss your swollen lips, not minding the tears. “Do you deserve it?” He asked, and you nodded immediately, your body shaking with how bad you needed to cum. “Oh you do, do you?” 

You nodded again. “Please…please...” 

“Well since you asked nicely…” Bucky flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips and pushed himself inside you again. You felt his muscular body press against the curve of your ass as he filled you up again. 

He rocked into you from behind. His hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm against your lower abdomen. He liked how he could feel himself deep inside you with each thrust. And he liked how that drove you insane, he could by the way your walls gripped his cock. 

“Feel that, little brat? That’s all you’re good for… to take my cock like a good little slut.” He whispered. 

You groaned at the sound of his raspy voice, his words making you milk him even harder. “You wish, you dipshit.” You moaned as he sped up when you least expected it. You whimpered, and he chuckled now that he had you at his mercy. 

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he choked you gently as he bent down to whisper in your ear, “I can assure you that no one is ever gonna fuck you this good,” he boasted as he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind.

You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly. “Fuck… please....” you cried. 

You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt him quicken his pace as he chased his own orgasm. “Cum for me. Now.” 

You didn’t have to be told twice. You came undone, hard and fast; moaning his name as you did. Bucky came right after you. 

You collapsed onto your bed, sprawled unevenly and not even caring. Your eyes were shut in fatigue, your heart racing and you could feel Bucky’s body heat right next to you. He was catching his breath too, mumbling something under his breath which you couldn’t catch. 

For the first time in hours, you felt at ease. Your body wasn’t yearning anymore, but the hunger was still there. So when Bucky got up to leave, you grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back into bed with you. 

He smirked as he fell helplessly onto your bed again, right next to you. “You want more, you greedy little brat?” 

You punched his arm before getting up and getting on top of him again, sliding your body down his cock. He hissed as you did. 

“Just another round.” You whispered, loving the sight of him under you. His tan skin against your white sheets, him moaning as you slowly lifted up and sank back down on his cock. Oh fuck… 

You placed your hands on his muscular chest to hold yourself up as you sped up, riding him like you’ve been dreaming of this whole time. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you up and down his cock until you both found a pleasurable pace. 

You weren’t going to last too long, but you just needed to have him buried deep inside you again. His thick, girthy cock stretched you open as you took him as best you could, moaning and whimpering desperately as he groaned and gasped under you. 

Your walls gripping him and milking him like they had earlier, not even a few minutes ago. You felt the pressure forming nicely in between your hips again. You let out a loud moan as you felt his cock reach places it hadn’t before, turning you into a mess. 

His grip on your hips tightened as he brought you down on his cock with force each time and thrusting upwards to fuck you deeper. “Cum for me.” He threw his head back, growling. “Cum for me again…” 

Your hand grabbed him by the jaw and you leaned in to press your lips against his, claiming his open mouth and muffling his animalistic growls as you came undone around him again. Your orgasm then triggered his. 

You fell limp on top of him right after and he instinctively cradled your head. “You okay?” 

You nodded, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other but neither of you minding it. “Yeah.” 

Bucky gently rolled to his side, letting you down on your side of the bed. You tried your best to calm your racing heart. Not to mention you felt much, much better than earlier. 

Bucky got up to leave again, and you grabbed his hand before he got completely out of your bed. He turned to face you with a smirk then groaned dramatically, “Woman please, I’m not a machine. The pain will subside now, I believe we’ve done pretty good at fucking it out of our systems. I can’t go all night, seriously.” 

You were in a haze so his words made you giggle. “You’re really leaving?” 

He looked down at you, sprawled on your bed. Your face was glowing, you looked ethereal. “You want me to stay?” He asked, wondering where the sassy brat in you went. 

You nodded. 

He smirked, getting back into bed next to you, “What, now you're obsessed with me?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Shut up. I’m just saying since I might need you again in the morning, you might as well just sleep here.”  

He pretended to be hurt. “Wow.” He didn’t mind that at all. He got under the covers with you, “So… is it just the chemicals or are we…?” 

You snuggled closer to his side, he wrapped his arm around you, tucking your head under his chin. “Shh, I still hate you.” Your tired, soft voice reminded him of a sleepy kitten. 

He held you closer. “Of course.” He looked down at you and saw that you had already fallen asleep on his chest. He cracked a soft smile, whispering under his breath, “Brat.” 

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10) “Please, for the love of god, do not explain any of what I’m seeing.”

I feel like there could be a lot good comedic dialogue with this one.

I’ve enjoyed your Supercorp stories so far ❤️

thank you!! here have some more fluff: this is disgust #10 from these dialogue prompts

"Please, for the love of god, do not explain any of what I'm seeing."

“Your Monopoly set is cursed.”

Lena glares at the board, currently filled with houses and hotels, abandoned pieces still spaced around the edges. She’s sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch instead of sitting on it and looking disgruntled. Her nose is scrunched in disgust, and Kara kind of wants to reach over and boop it.

Instead, she leans back on her hands and grins at Lena. “I don’t think the fact that you lost means it’s cursed.”

Laughter rings out loudly from the kitchen, and Kara catches Nia’s cackle above the rest. It’s the tail end of game night, the point where the games are starting to be forgotten halfway through and abandoned in favour of fervent drunk rants and trips to the kitchen for more snacks. Right now, Kara can hear Nia trying to convince the others to climb out the fire escape and up to the roof.

It’s just her and Lena left in the living room now, and Kara’s had enough aldebaran rum and coke that everything is a little fuzzy around the edges.

Lena falls forwards slightly, like she’s tilting on her axis. She’s a lot floppier when she’s drunk. “I think that’s exactly what it means,” she says. “I always win Monopoly. I am the queen of Monopoly. I do not go bankrupt.”

“You did in this game,” Kara laughs, catching her hands. Lena beams at her, forgetting to be irritated for a moment before she quickly overcompensates with an expression that’s far too serious to be believable.

“Because it’s cursed,” she says.

“Because Alex beat you.”

Lena gasps. “Alex cursed Monopoly.”

“Alex did not curse Monopoly,” says Kara, swatting at her. Lena laughs and swats her back, so they’re hitting each other’s hands as she talks. “There were just a lot of us and you had bad luck this time.”

“Like I said, cursed!”

There’s the sound of a window opening and closing, and the chatter in the kitchen swells and fades slightly. Nia must have convinced everyone to go up to the roof. Kara cranes her neck to try and see if there’s anyone still left in the kitchen.

“Stupid Monopoly,” Lena mutters, mostly to herself. “Fuck Monopoly.” And just as Kara’s turning back to look at her, she reaches out and hits the board off the table, sending cards and plastic pieces flying.

“Lena!” says Kara.

Lena does not have the grace to look abashed. In fact, she looks quite pleased with herself, like a cat who just knocked something over.

“You can’t just knock over the Monopoly,” says Kara, scraping up handfuls of little plastic houses and hotels from the carpet. “What if we wanted to keep playing?”

“Oh, pfft,” says Lena, unbothered, flipping dark hair away from her face. “Everyone’s too drunk to play now anyways. We weren’t going to keep playing.”

“You don’t know that.” Kara plucks a Monopoly house from her palm and throws it at Lena. It bounces off her forehead, and Lena’s jaw drops in a comical exaggeration of betrayal.

“Did you just throw a hotel at me?”

“It was a house, actually,” says Kara, picking another one to throw. This one bounces off Lena’s cheekbone. “That was a hotel.”

“You did not just do that.” Lena leans across the table and snatches a stack of Monopoly money, then launches it in Kara’s direction. It flutters down over the table and carpet. A bill brushes Kara’s ear. One lands on Lena’s head.

“That’s paper, it’s not going to do anything.”

“Don’t test me,” says Lena, scrambling out from behind the coffee table and grabbing the rest of the stack of money. She flicks it off her hand, a few bills at a time, sending a rain of multicoloured money over Kara and scattering the once tidy piles across the floor. The bills slide under the couch and TV. Kara chokes out stop between her laughter, still tossing tiny houses and game pieces at Lena.

There’s a bowl of gummy bears on the table, and when Kara runs out of Monopoly pieces, she reaches for a handful of those and starts throwing them at Lena instead. Lena’s moved on to throwing the cards at her, and it’s really going to be a bitch to pick it all up tomorrow, but Kara’s laughing too hard to care. Lena’s cackling, and she stumbles to the side and crashes into the coffee table, knocking over the remaining Jenga tower as she goes down. It only makes them both laugh harder.

Popcorn. The bowl of popcorn on the couch still hasn’t been knocked over, so Kara grabs a fistful of that and throws it. It’s better than the gummy bears, it sticks in Lena’s hair and falls down her blouse.

Having finally exhausted the contents of Monopoly, Lena reaches for her own handfuls of popcorn and gummy bears. “Take that,” she says, alternating between throwing the two snacks at Kara. “And that.” A gummy bear lands in Kara’s mouth. A piece of popcorn hits her eye.

Hiccupping back her laughter, Kara reaches blindly across the table for her drink, and without really thinking about it, flicks her wrist and tosses the entire contents directly at Lena’s face.

Everything freezes. Lena looks stunned, blinking rum and coke from her eyes. Amber liquid drips from her chin, her hair.

Kara, eyes wide, only manages, “Oh my god, Lena, I am so—” before Lena’s vodka soda is hitting her in the face. She gasps, inhaling a mouthful down her windpipe. Lena looks far too smug when she finally manages to stop coughing, and some instinct in Kara must take over because she lunges forwards and tackles Lena to the carpet.

Lena shrieks and laughs and squirms, and Kara pins both her hands above her head with one hand, sitting on her knees to straddle Lena’s waist. Instinct still driving her, she leans forwards and licks a wet strip up Lena’s cheek.

When she sits back again, Lena has stopped squirming and is staring up at her, utterly bemused. “Did you just lick me?”

“You’re covered in aldebaran rum and coke,” Kara grins. “Wouldn’t want it to go to waste. It’s expensive stuff, Lena.”

“Oh, so you’re trying to drink me.”

Kara shrugs. “Drink, eat, whatever.”

She’s basically sitting over Lena’s middle, which means she feels the way Lena’s stomach jerks slightly against her pelvis in a sharp inhale. Feels the way Lena tenses, like every muscle in her body has gone taut. Lena swallows, licks her lips nervously, which of course brings Kara’s full attention to her mouth.

Her lips are so pink, and so pretty and plush, and she suddenly looks so kissable it’s unbearable. It feels like Kara has to kiss her, like it’s a physical compulsion. She takes Lena’s chin in her free hand, squishing her cheeks slightly as Lena stares at her, and whispers, “Wait, wait, wait.”

Then, very gently, softly, quickly, she presses her lips to Lena’s.

Lena blinks at her, eyelashes fluttering, when she pulls away. There’s a long silence where she searches Kara’s eyes before she says, voice low, “Again?”

Kara leans forwards and presses a second experimental kiss to Lena’s lips. She lingers a moment longer than the first one, then pulls back an inch, still holding Lena’s hands fast above her head.

“Yes?” she whispers.

Lena nods, like she can’t quite remember how to speak. Then she says, “More.”

When Kara kisses her for a third time, her lips are already parted slightly, and they slot easily between Kara’s.

They’re so soft.

She tastes like vodka soda and gummy bears, and it’s almost more than Kara’s drunk brain can process at once; Lena’s warm body pressed to hers, her slim wrists in Kara’s hand, the softness of her lips, the taste of her mouth, the slick brush of her tongue. She loses herself in it, forgets time, forgets how they got here, forgets everything but Lena.

It’s finally quiet after all their shrieking and laugher, just the sound of their lips melding together. Kara’s not sure how long they’ve been kissing—perhaps a minute, perhaps a lifetime—when someone clears their throat loudly, like they’ve already done it once or twice.

Kara breaks away, and Lena makes a small protesting sound in the back of her throat, a tiny whimper. They both look over Kara’s shoulder at Alex, who’s standing in the doorway looking faintly queasy.

Kara watches her take in the scene: Lena lying on the ground with Kara straddling her waist and pinning her hands above her head, the pile of Monopoly money and pieces that they’re lying in, the gummy bears and popcorn scattered across the floor and in their hair, the drinks that are still dripping from both their furtive, swollen-lipped faces.

Alex opens her mouth, and then presses it closed again.

“You know what,” she says, after a long moment. “I don’t think I want to know. Please, for the love of god, just… do not explain any of what I’m seeing right now.”

Without another word, she turns on her heel and disappears back into the kitchen.

Kara and Lena turn back to each other, still pressed together on the floor, breath uneven. Lena’s flushed, eyes dark, lips parted. She really does look good enough to eat. Her wrists twitch under Kara’s hand.

They stare at each other. Several long seconds tick by. Then, simultaneously, they start laughing.

It’s a long time before they stop.

[kusagrasskusa]

Coming back on tumblr for a seccc.. A Little Piece of Heaven really can apply to Oro or Kabuto fr

Imagine Orochimaru x Reader where the two have been friends since childhood, and dated as they grew older. After Orochimaru finally has Sasuke in his hands, he decides to test out his luck even further by breaking the question- “Y/N, you have been by my side for the longest time. I truly love you unlike anything else, and I believe now is the perfect time to ask; will you marry me?”

“I-“ you stammered and giggled, “I don’t know if I can yet, dear. But that was very sweet.” Orochimaru doesn’t handle the question very well. You can see it in his eyes how his heart just broke- a pain he couldn’t even imagine the feeling of before this moment. “Oro..?”

He stood up and looked deep into your eyes, and the true demon in him would become a reality. A loud scream came from you as all too suddenly, he long kunai was shoved deep into your stomach. You hunched over, resting your head on your boyfriend’s chest weakly as he shoved the kunai deeper in. He pulled it back, then shoved it in you once more- the brutal attack ending in you hitting the ground lifelessly.

You’d find yourself as a rotting corpse in the quarters of your love, who would spend his dinners with you lifelessly sitting in the chair opposite of him. Why, he truly cherished you as much as he always did, if not more. After all, a corpse can’t deny him.

However, it wouldn’t last long for one day, he’d find his love gone when he entered his quarters. “Kabuto!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, rage filling his entire body faster then a person can blink. Within a second of no reply, he began to yell again, but was cut off by the sound of a stumble from behind him. As he turned his head, his eyes widened. “Y/N.”

The body of his love had turned purplish-red, with blue lips and cloudy, dialated eyes and skin that was eaten and broken down by the bacteria that no longer has white blood cells to stop it. Yet, like a zombie, this corpse was standing and staring deeply into the soul of Orochimaru. His mind did something it never has before- he felt like he was looking into the eyes of the devil itself. An intense hatred he has never felt before- much more than the hatred he has ever felt collectively. It was like he was being covered in leeches that were sucking him alive. He had to run. He had to escape her.

And so he did. He ran faster than he ever had before, using jitsus to get him as far away as fast as possible. The faster he ran and the further away he went, the more danger he felt. “HhhHH-!” A deep breath was knocked out of him as he was stopped suddenly. He head swung forward powerfully, unable to hardly handle the amount of inertia from the suddenly stopped. But, what was worse was the pain his chest felt. His head slowly and weakly lifted up his black hair almost sheltering him from the view in front of him. There you were- the corpse of his dear love. Your hand held his heart tightly as it poked out of Orochimaru’s back, the split arteries and veins spewing all the blood his heart had to offer. Orochimaru was pressed against your, your entire arm poking through his back.

“I’m so sorry,” was all he could faintly mumble before his eyes suddenly closed. Time had passed with Orochimaru’s body lifeless and soaked in aging blood that was like a bed for his corpse. He laid in it for weeks and weaks, his body breaking down and turning colors through the putrefaction. Even the Hidden Leaf learned of his death- word had spread about his death rather quickly. Naruto himself came to go see once day, awed by the sight. Yet, no matter who showed up and saw him, they just couldn’t bring themselves to get close. It was like an invisible restraint holding them back. Yet still, it was clear he was heartless through his wounds.

However, that was just on the surface. Everyone knew he would end up in hell but he never expected it to be so soon- he was immediately pushed onto his knees before feeling like his ribs were shattered into a million pieces. Except, it actually happened- hell is a place that knows no boundaries, including shattered his ribs to dust. He tried to scream, but there was almost no air to breath. Barely a gasp escaped his lips before a sudden sharp smell of burning suffer filled his senses. He felt like throwing up, but he couldn’t. He felt like his organs were being shredded into tiny pieces like shredding the meat of a chicken. How can a person survive through this? Well, because hell knows no boundaries. And the amount of intense hatred he felt for all things pleasant sickened even him, who was considered to be one of the evilest creatures. Yet, the truly strongest hatred he could sense was of one he knew more than anything. He realized now how much he had taken for granted. How he was in a little piece of heaven, while he put his dear girlfriend through burning in hell, no peace forever.

“I will suffer for so long,” he mumbled.

“Not long enough,” you replied, eyeing him as he stood beneath you. Your body shifted and contorted and was constantly sliced open and healed, you bones would suddenly be broken and poking out of your arm as a darkened creature would run past you. You’d try to moan in pain, but you were all too used to the pain.

“To make it up to you,” he groaned out with the almost no air he could.

“I pray to God that you do.”

“I’ll do whatever… you want me to do.” A moment passed as a sudden force crushed down on Orochimaru’s spine, feeling it snap into smaller and smaller bits. He felt tears slip through his eyes but he continued. “And if it’s not enough.”

“It’s not enough,” you replied in haste.

“I’ll try again.”

“And again.”

“Over and over again.”

A heavenly jutsu bestowed upon them. Who did it doesn’t matter, for the match made in hell were happy to be back. Very quickly, they decided to marry. The poor couple in the middle of their wedding never could have expected to find themselves entirely torn to pieces, sitting in their own blood, as Orochimaru and his love decided to take over. “Do you take this creature of death for the rest of your unnatural life?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then I now pronounce you husband and…”

It was soon learned of these little crimes and how cold they were, and to each other. It wasn’t her time, but bye bye. And a word to the wise, then the fire dies, you think it’s over but your murder was just what began it. But, he had your heart- at least for the most part. And everybody’s gotta die sometime- and when you fell apart, he tried to make a new start. Your angry soul came back from the grave to repossess him with which he misbehaved. It’s funny now looking back at it. However, it may not be so funny if you’re one of the people who died at the end of their knife since now, they’re undead, and there are no boundaries.