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cinematicgf · 2 years ago

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Million Dollar Man - 18+

Summary: after a long day and a particularly annoying new guard in the QZ you decide to destress Joel on the couch

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader

Warnings and notes: 18+, handjob, implied smut at the end, pet names (sweetheart, babygirl, honey), age gap (reader is abt 20 years younger than joel) not explicitly mentioned but hinted towards, no use of y/n, a bit of tension oooOOoOo

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A/N: omg ahhh this is a little scary but i’m new to posting my writing so i hope you enjoy this little drabble of joel smut<3 your feedback is always welcome so please like comment and reblog!

One for the money

Two for the show

I love you, honey

I'm ready, I'm ready to go

Joel swung the front door of your shared home open, taking off his plaid button up and throwing it with force onto the floor. It was lucky Tommy or Tess were out on a week-long rations hunt away from the QZ or else one of them would surely have burst in from their own apartments next to yours and started yelling up a storm at him.

Whilst you were supposed to be spending your day off relaxing with an old book you found on the couch, the sudden loud noise of the door slamming made you jump, as you spin your head to the front door to see a not so happy version of your man. Joel kicked his shoes off and made his way to the living room where you sat on the couch. He fell back heavily into the space next to you on the couch and sighed.

You were afraid to ask him what was wrong just because of how angry he seemed, perhaps it was a sore subject; but after a few seconds of silence, you mustered up the courage to utter a shy, "You ok?", in the softest voice you think either of you had heard from your own mouth. You looked at Joel, concern devouring your expressions as you gazed at his messy curls and heavy frown decorating his brow. You swore you could almost see the steam coming from his ears.

"I fucking can’t stand that new guard" Joel announced loudly, frustration laced in every word. New guard? What new guard, why didn’t you know about this? You take one day off and suddenly everything in the QZ goes south… go figure. You shake your head slowly, “New guard?” your voice still comes out timid. You know Joel would never yell at you, and his anger is not directed at you, but you want to make sure he wants to talk about it and not press him. "Yeah, this fucking FEDRA asshole big shot. We all got jobs around here to make the place safe, what the fuck is he so high and mighty for? Who does he think he is?"

You frowned slightly out of concern for him, “What did he say to you? Do you want to talk about it?” Joel shakes his head and brings one large hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose out of frustration, letting out a strained sigh. His demeanor shifts then, as he brings his arm up to the back of the couch and leans slightly on it to give you a tired smile, “How was your day off, babydoll?” Your heart jumps at the nickname and you automatically smile, turning your body slightly to face him and finally putting down your book, “Twas okayyy” you drawl, still looking at him with a slightly furrowed brow. He moves his hand to your knee, caressing it as you move in closer to him so he can drop his head into the crook of your shoulder. He whispers, “I’ll get over it, don’t worry about me, sugar.” The mixture of his whispered words of assurance, his large, muscular hand rubbing circles on your knee and his musk of whatever cologne he found whilst on a scavenge and his sweat all work together to flip your concern to arousal at a rapid pace.

"Come here" you say, sliding your hand around his neck as he snakes his own around your waist, pulling you in for a sweet, gentle kiss, despite his infuriating ordeal early in the day.

Your lips met repeatedly, as you find your legs wrapping around his strong thighs, then his waist, your lips never leaving each other's. You moan lightly, as the kiss gets more heated, and he uses that as an opportunity to sink his tongue into your mouth. There is a faint reminiscence of whiskey on his tongue, no doubt from trying to forget about his dreadful day.

You get an idea then, to make him forget about that asshole of a new guard. “Baby, turn around.” You remove your lips from his reluctantly and he looks into your eyes, questioningly. Once he spots a hint of cheeky and a whole lot of horny, he does as you say, moving himself around between your legs so his back is flat against your chest and yours is flat against the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. Joel falls backwards into you. His head falling into the crook of your neck as you moved your legs around him to make you and him more comfortable.

You rubbed your fingers through his hair in a gentle manner, Joel’s breathing slowed slightly, his brow unfurrowed as he finally relaxed for what seemed like the first time today.

"Let me take care of you", you whisper right into Joel’s ear. The older man tilts his head up and looks up at you. "Keep touching me baby,” Joel says softly, relaxing into your touch. Your hand moved from out of his hair, and you moved both your hands to lift up the bottom of his t-shirt, sliding them underneath and slowly rubbing up and down his chest. Your lips find his collarbone and suck gently.

A shaky breath came from Joel’s lips as he felt your hands run up and down his broad chest. You giggle while your lips are still stuck on his collarbone. “God almighty baby, you know how to take care of me. Keep doing that" Joel sighed, his relaxed tone laced with arousal, which sent a shockwave straight to your core.

Joel felt his jeans become tighter as he began to shift his hips trying to get any sort of friction that he could. You noticed, beginning to leave small bitemarks on Joel’s neck as you trailed your hands down to his belt, undoing it and pulling it off his jeans, discarding it on the floor.

Joel brought his own hands down to his jean buttons and undid them for you, lifting his hips slightly as he pulled them down to his ankles. With the tightness of his jeans now gone, the less restricted he felt. You glanced up from where your lips were meeting his neck to be met with how hard he was, straining against his boxers. You moaned slightly and he chuckled.

"For me?” You questioned, letting out a quiet laugh. He tilted his head back to look at you, a faint smile hinting at his lips, "Always,” he answered quietly, bringing his hand around the back of your head, gripping your hair as he pulled you into his lips. He was needy, all tongue and teeth, only turning you on more as you felt the familiar wetness of your panties. You moaned into his mouth as he slowly engulfed your hand with his, slipping your hand into his boxers.

You gently wrap your hand around his large cock as Joel exhales out a quiet moan, a small smirk on your lips as you felt Joel begin to slowly thrust his hips upward into your hand. You were always taken aback by his length, usually using two hands to pleasure him, but the one was just going to have to do. Not that he minded, by the way his eyes screwed shut and his breathing quickened slightly.

"Shh baby, let me take care of you" You repeated softly. Joel listened, ceasing his thrusting, and relaxing into you more if that was even possible. You used your thumb to spread the pre-cum around his tip, whilst the rest of your hand grasped his girth. “Oh fuckkkk,” he breathed out, opening his eyes and lifting his head to watch as your hand, glistening, rolled over his tip.

You then began to move your hand up and down at a slow steady pace, a groan falling from Joel's lips as he tipped his head backwards onto your shoulder, once more. "Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" You asked fine, older man "Yes- fuck. Don't stop, gorgeous girl. Keep going"

You sped up slightly then, beginning to move your hand up and down faster, groans and sighs of pleasure Joel’s mouth as you did so.

"Baby, do that thing again” You knew exactly what he meant, you moved your hand back up his girthy length before rolling your thumb around the tip again to collect his pre-cum. His moans in your ear make the wet patch on your panties grow larger with every sigh. You moved your hand closer to his tip and began to move your hand back and forth, driving Joel insane.

Joel’s sweet, throaty moans sounded like music to your ears, as he watched your hand grip his length and felt your lips on his neck, his head resting against yours as you pleasured him. What did an old man like him do to deserve you, his gorgeous girl. A layer of sweat covered Joel’s forehead and muscular arms, as he brought his giant hand around the backside of your head and gripped your hair, pulled you gently to his lips. "Shit-, Babygirl, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." You moaned his name, ‘cum for me baby.”

It didn't take much longer for Joel’s hips to buckle into your hand, but you didn't slow your movements; letting him ride out his high. Joel let out a series of moans and a string of profanities as he came into your hand, his chest rising up and down quickly as he came down from his high.

You took your hand out of his boxers and brought the hand to your mouth to seductively lick the white substance off. Joel rises off your shoulder and chest slightly to watch, mesmerized as he sees his salty seed slip down your throat. “Fuckkk baby, you're going to be the death of me,” he chuckles, shaking his head. You grin at him, puckering your lips to throw him a kiss. He lunges at you, chuckling, crashing his lips into yours, and tasting himself on your tongue. Its sweet and wet and reminds you of why this is the million dollar man you have chosen to be with. Despite all the chaos and destruction in the world as you know it, finding him was worth more than you could put into words.

"You did so well for me, honey." You laugh in between kisses, smiling as tongue and teeth meet, whilst he is on top of you, one hand in your hair, the other caressing your cheek.

"Now it’s your turn sweetheart,” he says in a gravelly voice, full of arousal as you move his hand down your breast and stomach to palm at you through your shorts, your arousal still very much present on your panties. You may have been in control for a hot minute but hell, if the tables aren’t about to turn.

You both know, it is about to be a long wondrous, night in each other's arms, once again.

hey again!! I really hope you enjoyed my first drabble of joel smut. feedback is always welcome and requests are open<3

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tangerineisms · 2 years ago

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The night of September tenth, two thousand twenty two, I had a dream in which I was already dead, which is odd because I usually wake up in dreams right before I die.

My current life, the one in which I’ve shared this for you to read, was over- by some inconsequential means- and I wandered the afterlife aimlessly for either hours or days or years.

/ I went into my high school and found kindergarten classrooms

I went into the building I learned to play the violin in and found the risers I stood on in choir

And I knew I was being followed.

/ And in the afterlife, I met some friends- including my very much alive friend Patrick

He was teaching a class, rushing to get there, because I guess he wanted to be a teacher in life

I asked when he died and he laughed and said I should check the group chat more often

I saw my mom but she was nine years old

I saw students I’ve taught but they were sixteen.

/ I continued, and the thing following me continued.

/ It was one of those things that should scare you

But it didn’t

I watched out of my blurry periphery, this thing swallow someone whole

And yet I wasn’t afraid

Because in dreams your chest puffs out twice as it does in life, and you're three times as tall with muscles four times as big.

/ And anyway, I figured out at some point how to jump over time and space

I opened the back door that used to lead to my great grandmother’s vegetable garden and walked out onto the field I played softball on.

I was going to try to do stuff I didn’t get to do in life

Disney World was a priority

The thing following me caught up to my heels.

/ It was fleshy and big, bigger than I was, bigger than I am

Maybe as big as the car my mother drove when we got into that little accident on the way home, when everyone was fine

It was a bit gross, I’ll admit, but beautiful and important

In the way that insects and snakes and people are.

/ When you first see it, it’s scary

But you look again and it’s got eyes and hands and soft lines around a smile of crooked teeth.

/ “Anything you want?” it asked me, in a thousand people’s voices all ringing in my ear

I could only discern one, my eldest sibling

“New race? Religion? I could put you in a rich family.”

“I wanna be Black,” I said, after a moment

It gave me a look I could understand despite its inhuman face, a face that said “Duh, but what else?”

I think in its own life, the monster would be Black, too.

/ A crowd had formed around us

“Black, and gay, and trans,” I said, louder. I had used the voice I had when I was six before.

“Just the same all over again.”

/ My audience, my loved ones, my people, my soulmate among them, laughed and agreed.

“No other way to do it!”

/ And everyone counted down from five…

Good luck!

Four…

Have fun!

See you next time!

Three…

You be good now!

Be safe!

Two…

We’ll miss you!

Do your best!

One…

We love you!

/ And the monster swallowed me in a jaw that unhinged with the same audible click I feel in mine

I fell through its body and floated like a feather out of the sky into a hospital in Chicago where a woman was screaming

/ I knew immediately I was being reborn

I was in my mother’s womb

/ Pressure on all sides in the way that makes me happy because I’m neurodivergent and I love pressure stimulation even though I hate weighted blankets

I could feel my body being remade of the same stuff it already was

I felt fat build in my cheeks, my legs and arms, my belly and my back, I was a big baby

My mother before this one called big babies “juicy”.

/ Push!

Push!

/ My name was Jamie.

/ My mother owned a restaurant, I didn’t know my father

I was four years old, wandering about

I would see faces of people I knew in past lives

“I think I know you from somewhere,” they’d say, the faintest flicker of recognition in their eyes

The names I’d had before burning hot on their tongues

But I’d shrug, because I was four and not supposed to talk to strangers.

/ I really wanted to learn to read,

Because I had died before the last version of me could write The Wandering Girl and that’s a story the world can’t miss out on.

/ I watched cartoons

I ate spicy food and too many sweets

I believed in the boogeyman

I said things like “You’re not my best friend anymore”

The tooth fairy gave me whole dollar bills

I drove my mother up the wall with my foolishness

I put my hands on things I was specifically asked not to put my hands on

I lived as well as anyone could. I was happy.

/ …

I love you Jamie.

I love you, too.

Jamie by Evangeline DuBois

#docx #when i worry i think about this dream and i feel a sense of relief so potent it knocks me clean over #i love you #i love who you are and have been and will be

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asexual-spongebob · 11 months ago

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The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 12 - Hello, Mako.

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HERES THE CHAPTER I WOULDN’T SHUT UP ABOUT!!! HERE IT IS *insert celebrate good times come on here* Fun Fact: for some reason this chapter reminded me of “undone” by weezer (probably because Shellington was singing it here, I think he’d enjoy weezer lmao) and I started imagining a pmv or animatic of the events of this chapter to the kitchen tape demo version of undone so I made a little story board for a it . Idk if I’ll actually make it but who knows . I’m also working on a pmv for this au with the h2o theme song (the Kate Alexa version) so that’s fun :) I’ve been writing this since December 15th and I’ve had it done for a bit so yeah.

Shellington had said his goodbyes to Ireland, off to Queensland Australia.

He was going to miss it very much, especially the kelp forests, but he knew that he had a lot to look forward to.

“I’m excited about this.” Kwazii meowed “I’m gonna be going to Mako Island and Peso’s coming with me.” “I never agreed to that?” Peso said, rising its eyebrow “It’s gonna be fun, Peso, don’t worry!” Kwazii assured

“But there’s mako sharks and huge mangroves and poisonous snakes!” Peso argued “yeah I don’t think it’d a good idea to go there.” Shellington agreed “whatever. We’ll be fine. I ain’t afraid of no scurvy sharks.” Kwazii grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Kwazii. You know that Australia is home to some of the most poisonous creatures right? Like the black widow spider and coral snakes for example.” Shellington lectured

“Shellington. Chill out. We’ll be fine. I’ll make sure Peso or me won’t be bitten by anything!” Kwazii assured

“Alright, but I warned you!” Shellington finished.

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Kwazii and Peso went inside the Gup-E “Please no turbo speed. I don’t want us to get hurt.” Peso commented “okay, got it.” Kwazii responded, giving the penguin a thumbs up.

“Off to Mako we go!” Kwazii sang, Peso shivering nervously “are you sure this is a good idea Kwazii?” Peso questioned, glancing nervously at the orange cat “yeah we’ll be fine matey.” Kwazii assured.

Soon the two arrived at Mako, Kwazii helped Peso out of the gup, the two walked around for a while, until they found a hole, Peso leaned over to get a closer look, however unfortunately for it, it feel down into it.

“WHOA!!!” Peso echoed as he fell down into the hole with a thud “Peso!! Are you okay?” Kwazii called “yeah I’m fine!” Peso called back “Hold on matey! I’m coming!” Kwazii echoed, falling onto the sand “are you okay?” Peso asked “mhm.” Kwazii responded, dusting the sand off its whiskers.

Kwazii and Peso got up and started looking around “maybe that is a way out?” Peso suggested

“Good idea matey.” Kwazii mrrped

There was a pool of shimmering, sapphire blue water, “that water looks strange…” Peso remarked, “YEOW!” Kwazii cheered, backflipping into the pool, the moon closely looming over.

However soon, the pool began to aggressively bubble, almost as if it was trying to drown Kwazii, “KWAZII!” Peso screamed, trying to pull the orange cat out of the pool, unfortunately to Peso’s dismay, he was pulled down with them.

Kwazii and Peso’s helmets activated “Kwazii why do you think it’s doing that?” Peso mumbled “No idea matey.” Kwazii sighed “Shellington said that the sea caves did the same thing…” Kwazii sighed again, “flappity flappers…” Peso stumbled, face palming.

Soon the pool stopped bubbling, “so how are we gonna get out of this place and back to the Octo-pod?” Kwazii queried, glancing at Peso, hoping it had an idea “let’s swim back up to the surface and find out” Peso suggested.

Peso and Kwazii swam back up to the surface, Kwazii noticed a small hole “I bet we could swim through that small hole” Peso proposed “yeah. Let’s get out of here.” Kwazii agreed.

Soon the two had swam out the hole and into the ocean “so how are we gonna get back to the gup-“ Peso said, turning to face Kwazii “we’re gonna swim back I guess..?” Kwazii replied.

After about twenty minutes they finally made it back to the gup. However, Kwazii spotted something. “Psst, Peso. Look.” Kwazii pointed, “oo… shells…” Peso remarked, bending down and grasping the shells and taking them to the gup.

••

“IF YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY SWEATER WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA HOLD THIS THREAD AS I WALK AWAY, WATCH ME UNRAVEL SOON ILL BE NAKED LYING ON THE FLOOR” Shellington sang (which sounded more like a mix of screaming and singing) as the music blared in his ears, dancing.

“I’ll be a sea monkey’s uncle. He can sing.” Kwazii commented at the sight of Shellington dancing and singing, Peso didn’t say anything, he just stared affectionately.

Shellington opened his eyes, only to see Kwazii staring at him and and Peso glancing at him affectionately, Shellington was embarrassed “nice singing!” Kwazii complemented, hoping it’d ease Shellington’s embarrassment

“So how did your trip to Mako go?” Shellington asked, changing subject “We didn’t find much other than these shells” Kwazii stated as he placed them on the desk “oh! Conch shells!” Shellington beamed

“Oh and um… there was this strange pool…”Kwazii added “I think I know where this is going.” Shellington blurted “yeah. We fell in the pool while it was bubbling. It was strange… I guess we’re also mermaids now-” Peso added, Shellington went silent for a moment he looked up at the two “it’s okay! We’ll through this. Together.” Shellington finished.

•••

Kwazii was pissed, he couldn’t find his spyglass “where’s me fucking spyglass?!” Kwazii huffed, as he looked under his bed.

Kwazii got up and dusted off his fur, he angrily squeezed his paw out of frustration, however the glass of water on his nightstand started to boil, catching his attention.

Kwazii stood there, confused “wait what?” Kwazii gasped, moving his paw in the same position, his eyes filled with wonder.

I’m gonna show Peso and and Shellington this. Kwazii decided, sprinting to Shellington’s lab “AHOY SHELLINGTON!” Kwazii shouted in a chaotic manner, Shellington turned around and gave Kwazii a stern stare, Kwazii had awoke Tunip from a nap.

Tunip let out grumpy vegimal noises “look at what I can do!” Kwazii boasted, doing the same motion with his paw as he did earlier, only this time at Shellington’s coffee, they started to make his coffee boil.

“Neat!” Shellington remarked, however then Peso came into the lab, with a concerned expression on his face “um… I don’t know how to say this but I froze the refrigerator-“ Peso admitted shamefully, looking down at the floor “it’s okay Peso! It’s probably not to bad right?” Kwazii meowed “no. it is bad. just follow me…” Peso directed, Shellington and Kwazii following him.

Shellington saw the refrigerator completely frozen “wow- you were not kidding when you said it was bad-“ Kwazii remarked, Dashi walked into the kitchen to get some orange juice, only to see the three with weird expressions on their faces and a frozen refrigerator.

“How did this happen?” Dashi asked “oh um.. we don’t know!” Shellington lied “it’s fine! I’ll just go get some juice from Tweak’s mini fridge.” Dashi exhaled, going down the Octo-chute.

“Looks like we’ll have to work on some things.” Shellington lightly told Peso, Peso shook its head “yeah but matey’s. What are we supposed to do about the refrigerator being frozen?” Kwazii pointed out “maybe you can melt the ice off?” Shellington suggested “oh yeah.” Kwazii replied, turning around.

Kwazii began to move his paw, the ice started to melt, making the floor drenched, the water approaching the three, making them slip, tails appearing before their eyes.

“Oh wow I’ve got a shark tail!” Kwazii cheered “and not just any shark, a shortfin mako shark!” Shellington beamed, he then glanced over at Peso “oh wow Peso! You’ve got the tail of a humuhumunukunukuapua!” Shellington marveled “a what?” Kwazii blurted “let’s just say humuhumu for short-“ Shellington proposed.

“So um. How do we get dry?” Peso mumbled “hm… maybe I can use me powers like a blow dryer.” Kwazii mrrped, moving his paw, his tail soon disappearing “it worked!” Kwazii proclaimed, Shellington lifted the water off himself.

Kwazii used their paw to dry Peso off “thanks Kwazii” Peso thanked as Kwazii helped him up.

#kitty giggles #octonauts #shellington #the waves that lap the shore au #kwazii #kwazii cat #octonauts au #shellington x peso #peso #peso octonauts #peso penguin #octonauts peso

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rpmemesbyarat · 2 years ago

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RP meme from Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie

“No sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own.” “What cannot be cured must be endured.” “We all owe death a life.” “What's real and what's true aren't necessarily the same.” “Most of what matters in our lives takes place in our absence.” “Children are the vessels into which adults pour their poison.” “Reality is a question of perspective “ “Nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.” “Perhaps, if one wishes to remain an individual in the midst of the teeming multitudes, one must make oneself grotesque.” “Things, even people have a way of leaking into each other like flavours when you cook.” “I admit it: above all things, I fear absurdity.” “Unless, of course, there's no such thing as chance; in which case, we should either-optimistically-get up and cheer, because if everything is planned in advance, then we all have a meaning and are spared the terror of knowing ourselves to be random, without a why; or else, of course, we might-as pessimists-give up right here and now, understanding the futility of thought decision action, since nothing we think makes any difference anyway, things will be as they will. Where, then, is optimism? In fate or in chaos?” “What you were is forever who you are.” “For every snake, there is a ladder; for every ladder, a snake” ”Silence, too, has an echo, hollower and longer-lasting than the reverberations of any sound.” “Optimism is a disease” “We must live, I'm afraid, with the shadows of imperfections.” “This is not what I had planned; but perhaps the story you finish is never the one you begin.” “You got to get what you can, do what you can with it, and then you got to die. “ “You can lay your strategies as carefully as you like, but women will undo them at a stroke.” “Reality can have metaphorical content; that does not make it less real.” "I found it easy to be brilliant, I was always confused about being good.” “When you have things, then there is time to dream; when you don’t, you fight.” “Nothing comes out right in life, unless it's forced out.” “I rode the night-streets of the city, looking for death.” “When thought becomes excessively painful, action is the finest remedy.” “Please believe that I am falling apart.” “I should never have dreamed of purpose” “All Americans need a frontier” “There is only money-and-poverty, and have-and-lack, and right-and-left; there is only me-against-the-world!” “I had learned that secrets were not always a bad thing.” “The ice is always waiting, just under the water’s skin” “Unity is invincibility.” “People are like cats you can’t teach them anything.” “It's a dangerous business to try and impose one's view of things on others.” “When you’re five and you hurt, you make a big noise unto the world. At ten you whimper. But by the time you make fifteen you begin to eat the poisoned apples that grow on your own inner tree of pain.” “You be respectable. Me, I’ll be alive.” “In my life, fate has never been unwilling to lend a hand.” “Our names contain our fates.” “Since the past exists only in one’s memories and the words which strive vainly to encapsulate them, it is possible to create past events simply by saying they occurred.” “No dominion is everlasting.” “All children have the power to change their parents” “Those who would be gods fear no one so much as other potential deities” “A person must sometimes choose what he will see and what he will not; look away, look away from there now.” “There is no magic on earth strong enough to wipe out the legacies of one's parents.” “Hell is other people’s fantasies.” “I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I'm gone which would not have happened if I had not come.”

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #salman rushdie #midnight's children

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rosewantstowrite · 2 years ago

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Burn Into Memory

chapter one: who are you

Aphrodite sighs as she walked towards the building that’s she already hate with Hawks, she didn’t understand why he had convinced her to follow him to that fucker’s building. She held Astrid tighter. Afraid to let her be seen by the wandering eyes, she feels bad that she was letting him fall from grace, the two would always argue about it, how he wants to help her with her plans, how he’ll be a traitor to everyone who loves him. But he kept saying as long as she didn’t kill Endeavor he wouldn't be. So here they were, at the entrance of the building. She put her daughter down before walking in, but soon her daughter ran off, squealing happily as she ran towards someone. It took a long moment to realize just who it was she ran toward. Much to her horror it was the person who she faked her death for, to make sure she wouldn’t pull him down to her level.

Shoto was caught off guard when he felt his legs being attacked, he looked down before he got the eyes of the girl he alway have loved from the moment he could remember. Touya’s lost lover, his most beloved girl, Akira, he kneel down and cautiously reached out and touched her cheeks, turn her head around very gentle, he made sure to take in every detail, her lips looked like Akira’s, her ears was pierced with the very same earrings that Shoto had gotten custom made for Akira, her hair was different texture but still have the same color of Akira’s, then there were the eyes that snagged his heart the very moment he had met Akira, but there were a hint of green mixed in the purple and gold irises, he shot up and looked around quickly to see if he can find the girl he have been dreaming about all his life, especially after hearing the news about her death, he heard from Enji that her parents had said her and her daughter had perished in a fire, but if that was true how could he be holding onto the very girl that’s was a mini version of his love.

Aphrodite’s skin pale as she tried to hide herself from his view, she wanted to turn around and just fucking leave because she couldn’t be caught. Not when she has so much to do but she couldn’t, not without Astrid, so collecting herself, she glide through the building to be met with the sight of her daughter hugging on to the second person who had gain her heart, she took in a deep breath and blew it out before she spoke in her motherly soft gentle voice, hoping that would cause him to not realized who she was. “Astrid, baby girl, you know you shouldn’t run off, what would happen if you ran into someone that could hurt you?” She asked as she knelt down and very carefully she turned the girl around, ignoring Shoto’s confused and complex expression. He saw her walking up, she didn’t seem like Akira, her movements were more matured, her face had a nose piercing, a snake bite, eyebrow piercing, and her voice was so gentle and soft and her hair was a ombré of purple and gray, that there was no way that’s this could be the same girl, but then she flicked her eyes up and there were no mistaking them, the purple eyes with a speck of gold in her irises, he observed as the girl looked back down at the little girl. “Mommy! I found him! I found him!” The little girl screamed.

Mommy? There is no doubt this wasn’t Akira now, and his theory was confirmed when the girl laughed softly. “It seems as though you did find someone, baby girl, but he’s just a stranger, we don’t know them.” That stung, why was she acting as if she didn’t know him! Shoto was opening his mouth to speak when a deep voice came out. “Who is this, Shoto?” His father asked, seemingly making the girl freeze up before her face steel into something dark, her eyes darken into something dangerous. “I’m Aphrodite, this is my daughter Astrid, she just ran in here, I’m so sorry number two hero, but I’ll be out of your hair.” She spat before she turned around and briskly glided out of the sight. This wasn’t the Akira he knew, but for some reason his heart squeezed in delight to know she was alive but it aches knowing she faked her death, he felt anger in his veins because for whatever reason she did this it has to do with his father. His father had ruined the one good thing in his life. Now she was acting very cold, like a woman scorned by her lover. She even changed everything about her. Something wasn’t adding up, he was going to get to the bottom of it. He needs to know what had happened to his precious Akira.

Aphrodite walked towards Hawks with an anger that made him step to the side so he wasn’t in the line of fire, but that didn’t seem to work because she steered her burning eyes towards him with a heated glare. “Keigo Takami, why didn’t you tell me that fucking Shoto Todoroki was here?” Her voice is devoid of any emotions beside hatred. “I didn’t know he was going to come in today! I didn’t know he was working with his dad today, he usually working with Bakugo or Deku, if I had known I would have told you to just leave me with Astrid and go to spy on the league to see if they had an opening to get your hands on information that could help you little bird.” He said raising his hands up but she sneered at him and tightened her hold on Astrid. “Don’t fucking call me that! You should have done your research!” She hollered and stomped her foot, making Astrid tremble, which made her mood even more sour because she caused her daughter to get scared.

She took in a deep breath before she opened her mouth before looking around only to catch Shoto making his way over to her as if he was on a mission which made her curse under her breath and turn to Hawks, sneering at him again. “Come to my apartment after you’re done with that’s fucker because I can’t stand to be in the same building.” She said and quickly walked out of the building and down the street to her apartment, she stopped once she saw blue flames shooting up in the alleyway of her apartment, she squinted before setting Astrid down and knelt down in front of her.

“Astrid, sweetie, you remember how we were playing with your quirk and how you turned into mommy when mommy was younger?” She asked before her daughter nodded quickly and tilted her head. “Now I need you to turn yourself into mommy and walk into the alleyway until you see where the blue flames are coming from, okay? But make sure to stay on the walls.” She said before Astrid gave her a confused look. “I think mommy’s friend is there but he doesn’t know we’re here so we need to be careful and just watch.” She finished before Astrid nodded her head and transformed into her and walked into the alleyway.

Aphrodite was quick get in the shadows and stay closed to Astrid, she stopped once Astrid did, which was face to face with a blue fire wall, without thinking Astrid started to reach out, once she touched it she scream and yanked her hand away, but before Aphrodite could rush to take Astrid into hiding the wall disappeared before a horrid sight come into view. There was a scarred male with piercings on his nose, his hair was unruly and black but what caught her attention was those eyes, those of her dead lover but it couldn’t because he was dead.

Dabi was about to kill the witness when he saw a child version of Akira, he fell to his knees before gently holding out his hand, the child looked at him with a scared expression. “Hey, don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you, I just want to see your hand.” He said softly as the child held out her hand and he noticed burn marks there. He stood up as he leaned over to pick her up but something caught his attention, it was a purple flash and when he blinked he saw a woman, holding the child tightly to her chest with a sneer on her face. “Don’t you fucking touch her you fucking burnt ass marshmallow!” She screamed at him, but her eyes were something he couldn’t ignore, those were Akira's eyes, he grew angry because someone was trying to play him, to lower his guard, to make him weak, so with the thought of killing them he started to ignite flame but as if she could read his mind, her hand touch his neck, then he felt the overwhelming pressure in his chest and his dick harden, this only happened with Akira. Dabi was so confused, she moved fluidly and her quirk reminded him so much like Akira, what the hell is happening?! Who was this girl, she had her quirks and eyes but she was nothing like Akira, not even before she died. So this couldn’t have been Akira, it had to be his mind playing tricks on him and this person was just another person with a lust quirk and the little girl was another mind trick, because they are supposed to be dead! There was no way for them to survive such nasty fire and they even found bodies that looked exactly like Akira and Astrid.

While the unknown person was distracted she ran off and into her apartment before breathing out heavily. Once she got in the apartment she quickly locked all the doors and windows before looking out to see if she can see into the alleyway, she couldn’t and that made her even more anxious, she sets her daughter down before walking to get the first aid kit, she come back and grabbed her hand and begin to tend to her daughter’s burn marks. She pulled out her phone to see Hawks had texted her to be careful around the city because Shoto was looking for her, she cursed and leaned back before growling and rubbed her face angrily.

She begin to get ready for bed when she saw the blue flames again, she scrunched her face up before putting Astrid to bed before opening the window and stepped out on the fire escape before climbing up to the roof and jump from roof to roof until she got to where the fire were the biggest, she squinted when she saw the same man from earlier, she pinched her nose before she noticed there was other people with him, she recognized the one dressed in red and black. He was part of the league, so if the burnt marshmallow ass man was with him, he was part of it. She grinned mischievously as she jumped across the roof to get a better look, she tiptoed towards the edge and sat on it so she could watch the fight she just realized was going on. She let out a huff of laugh, she tangled her feet before jumping back when she saw the flames lit up the area, she glared at the male, but the voice hitting her made her squeezed her legs together because his voice went straight to her core, she cursed herself but shook it away when he begin to talk.

Something about how they needed more recruits, but everyone they had eyes on are too fucking weak, this made her smirk with a brilliant idea coming to her, she jumped back on the roof she had first saw them with, but what she didn’t noticed was the blue eyes following her and so he made his way up to the roof but was confused when he saw that she wasn’t there, but then he heard movement and looked to the next roof, she was jumping to roof to roof. He growled and followed after her, after a good few minutes he caught up with her and shot blue flames out towards her. What shocked him was that she quickly jumped away but his flames had licked at her pants, she looked down and quickly patted her leg down before growling and looking at the fire user, she got up and got into a fighting stance. He smirked and stalked toward her, his hand still holding the blue flames.

“You think you can take me on Doll face?” He asked with a mock tone, her purple eyes turn into slits before she smirks, her piercings stretch to match her smirk. “I know I can burn marshmallow ass, you might have powerful flames but it’s nothing I haven’t gone against.” She spat and that made him raise a brow before he shot another flame towards her and she jumped backwards before dashing around and behind him, she was reaching out to touch him like the last time, but he was expecting it this time and turn around grabbing her hand and turn her around and forced her against his chest. “You gotta do better than that Cupid.” He purr in her ear causing her to shiver but growled and stomp on his foot making him push her away and try once against to shoot another wave of flames at her, she quickly moved around before she noticed the opening underneath him, she ran into the flames ignoring the burning and slide under him before standing up quickly and placed both hands on his face and activated her quirk which made him once again feel a hard hit to his gut with a feeling he knew too well, love and lust, it travel all through his veins before pooling in his gut spreading down to his cock, she smirk and stepped aside as she dashed around him and jumped on to the roof that’s leads to her apartment. But she turned around, she looked at him and waved innocently before teasing him further. “My name isn’t Cupid, it’s Aphrodite, get used to it burnt marshmallows.” She sing-song and quickly dropped to the fire escape and quickly slipped into the apartment.

She quickly lock the window and pull the curtains, she walked into her room and got under the bed before she grabbed her phone to see the hawks was trying to warn her about a villain call Dabi which she had looked up to see it was burnt marshmallow, she laughs to herself, she had just fought a highly wanted villain only to make him lose, she shook her head before pulling up hawks phone number and tell him she fought him and it was easy to take him down but she’ll need him to come get Astrid for the weekend so she can search for the hideout that the league was staying at.

Once Dabi could think, he cursed loudly that she had once again got a hold of him and that she knew how to fight against him, she even ran into the fire to get under him and use her quirk, he needed to know more about this Aphrodite girl, so once getting to the base he asked Shigaraki to research her for him, there had to be a weakness to her, especially now that he knew that she was at least real, but he couldn’t shake the feeling she was a loose end to his past, with her eyes holding the girl who he had lost in a house fire, the girl who had always making him feel like he was missing home. But if she was the girl who he dreams about every night since the night he lost her, why was she fighting against him, why was her voice so cold, devoid of the gentle tone and the motherly tone? If she was her why was she back and didn’t try to track him down when she got back? There was something of a foot here and as much as he wanted answers he couldn’t afford to lose track of his plan to traumatize his family. He needed to make his father pay for what he did to Akira and him, then if he survived he could go looking for this Aphrodite person to get answers.

It’s been two days after the fight when she finally found the burnt marshmallow ass villain again, she had a hood up and a mask on, she put on sunglasses before she stayed in the shadows as she followed him until she found him in front of the one hero she didn’t want to see right away, Endeavor, but she kept to the shadows when she found that it very funny that hero is struggling against the villain before she saw him gain a upper hand on the villain who names was Dabi, she quickly dashed out and swift kicked him right in gut when he was busy with Dabi who had a smirk against his staples lips, he watch as the unknown girl grabbed Endeavor’s arm before twisting it, she let out a manic laugh and pushed him towards the villain, but the villain saw how his eyes were blown, he once again got the feeling he somehow he knew her, which made him freeze again was when the girl lean down and say in the hero’s ear. The whispered words got his blood boiling and his heart aching.

“Akira says hello and that she’ll see you very soon Enji Todoroki, she will make you pay for what you did to your precious little Touya Todoroki.” She whispered and shoved her foot against his back so harshly the hero coughed and she quickly dashed away so she could hide her anger flooding through her body. What she did not realize was that Dabi was now glaring at her back as it disappeared. She knew something about Akira and now he truly needs to find her identity and force her to give him everything that she knew.

It had been a few days since Dabi had seen the girl, he had been sticking to the same street he had encountered Endeavor on, in hope to get a glance of the girl. He was losing hope that he’ll see her until a familiar laugh rings through his ears, then he sees the glimpse of blonde hair running through the street with a doll of something that reminds him of something Akira would hold, he steps closer to the sound, feeling his heart swell with hurt and hope. Hope that’s maybe just maybe the little girl will lead him to where he can find the girl’s mom. He almost didn’t hear the voice as he solely focused on the girl who reminds him so much of the mother. “Astrid stop running please, you know mommy is hurting today.” The voice laughs, and it sounds like music to his ears. The girl stopped and looked behind her, then the figure he needed to see steps beside her, a smile that resembled so much of the girl he had lost. He fought the urge to step into the opening to catch her off guard and demand to know why she had Akira’s daughter. But her eyes were so soft and she grabbed the little girl’s hand before pulling her toward the little flower shop. His feet moved on their own as he followed, his mind began to run wild with thoughts.

Could this truly be Akira? Could it be the girl who was supposed to be dead? He saw the flames, heard the scream, heard the news, he grieved so much that it made his blood boil to think that Akira was alive and that she was here, to think she pulled this on him, to hurt him in more ways than one. Though he can’t let it seep into his bones as he thought over what he had done as well. But he can’t help the anger because if this was her, she had turn down the same path as him, he saw it the day she had taken down Endeavor, he remembers the words so clearly, he could taste the words on his taste buds, if this was Akira something truly bad had happened to her to make her turn away from the soul he knew that she once held. He almost growled and charged towards them when the little girl screamed out happily being picked up. “Mommy! Can we get the blue ones for Touya?” She asked and the older girl seemed to freeze on the spot, something the way her body stopped moving hearing his given name made him on edge. “No, he’s dead, remember little one? So is Akira so please stop asking.” She said and again he felt the need to reveal himself and demand answers but then he saw feathers floating to the pair and he knew that all too well so he simply backed up into the shadows.

It was a few days after walking freely out the town, Aphrodite was told about how Endeavor was feeling angry at the fact he was treated by some civilians. She snickered and walked towards the alleyway to her apartment when she saw a blonde chick standing by it, she arched a brow and she grabbed a cigarette and lit it up before she walked by her, she could tell this girl was up to something, she leans against the opposite wall before she caught a thought that made her chuckled. Apparently Dabi was aggravated by Aphrodite, she blew out a smoke ring and closed her eyes as she listened to her inner words about this Dabi person. She shook her head before pushing off of the wall and walked towards the apartment but stopped when she heard a voice behind her, she turned around to spot the same girl. “Uh, hi?” She asked as the girl giggled. “Hi! You must be the mysterious girl that keeps beating Dabi, I’m Toga, I’m here to recruit you for the league of villains.” She said and Aphrodite couldn’t stop the smirk filling out her lips, she tilted her head and arched a brow. “Oh? Just like that?” She asked, making Toga grin. “Yes, the boss man likes the way you whip Dabi and leaves him angry.” The thought of him with his tail between his legs made pride swell up in her chest. “Alright, why don’t we meet up later tonight? Just in case some heroes are out and about?” She asked and Toga nodded before jogging away and she smirked as she climbed the stairs and into her apartment, she grabbed her phone to dial Keigo about the best news she ever had, today is going to be perfect. There was no way to make her lose her spirit, she looked at Astrid and chuckled softly. “You’re going to spend time with Uncle Hawks for a while.” And the little girl squeals and jumps up and down.

What she didn’t know, there was a wave of angst coming at her hard and fast.

#dabi is a todoroki #dabi mha #dabi is touya #touya todoroki #shoto todorok #todorki shouto #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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A Little Jealous

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Sex Acts, 18+

Plot: You finally meet Chris’ friends but he doesn’t like it when you start to flirty with one of them, he wants to punish you and he does.

“You’re shaking” he clasped your hands holding them tight “don’t be nervous they’ll love you I promise”

You sighed looking up at him, he kept saying that to you throughout the day and a part of you doubted it, meeting your boyfriend’s friends is terrifying and you were afraid that they wouldn’t like you but you didn’t want to back out now after seeing him so happy when you agreed to join him “Ok you’re right, let’s just get this over with”

“That’s the spirit” he chucked as he climbed out of the car and came round to your side.

He held your hand firmly as you approached the home, you noticed how insanely big it was and before either of you were at the from door you heard the sound of the music booming which eased you a lot and you were secretly grateful for

“God he said it wasn’t a party” he groaned, thumping his fist against the door. After he reached to open the front door which was already unlocked.

“Joe you said a small gathering!” He yelled into the house over the music when his eyes landed on his friend.

“You know me, I can’t help it” he stretched his arms out giving Chris a bear hug, he moved to the living room and gestured with his head for you and Chris to follow him

“CHRIS!” Bellowed the group of people in the living room, Chris took you around the room where there were a chorus of greetings from his friends who then quickly went back to their own conversations.

“She’s a little nervous” Chris pointed to you when he noticed you weren’t making conversation with the last of his friends he was introducing you to.

You tossed him a disapproving look, mortified because you weren’t a conversationalist like Chris and that always made you self conscious.

“I doubt it, it’s probably just because you talk so much and no one can get a word in edgewise” one of the women remarked making the others laughs and you joined in leaning into him teasing.

“Come sit with us” she patted the couch “before he chews your ear off about some sports stuff”

Chris scoffed, rolled his eyes and stormed off leaving you all laughing again and taking the seat that was offered to you.

His friends were nice and funny, they sensed your nerves and instead of asking you questions about your personal life you all talked about the one thing you had in common which was Chris. You occasionally glanced back at him where you saw him eyeing you carefully and giving him a small smile letting him know you were ok.

You sat back for the most part listening to all their childhood stories and you thought about what Chris must have been like when he was younger. They argued after having realised they had different version of the same events, you envied how close they all were and the amount of memories they shared. A few left the couch to get some drinks including the woman who offered you a drink and you were then left alone with his friend Mike.

Mike was hilarious, you got lost in conversation with him, he was so charming and flirtatious something you always liked in people. He had you cracking up most of the night telling you stories about times where Chris’ sister had convinced him to wear a dress and some makeup. You burst out laughing brushing you hand against his as your body shook with laughter.

“What are you guys talking about?” You jumped when you felt Chris sidle up next to you eager to know what you both were laughing at. He pulled you hand back from where it lay on Mike’s knee and held it in his hand firmly.

“You” you said in union, looking at each other and falling back in laughter

“We should probably get going, it’s late” he whispered in your ear squeezing your hand

“No, no we’re having so much fun” you gave him pleading eyes

“Yeah come on Chris, let your girlfriend hang out with me” he flashed his brows at him, smirking.

“We’re going” Chris stated tugging at your hand and pulling you up from the couch.

If you had any amount of strength you would have resisted him but Chris was way stronger than you, he might as well have picked you up. You waved your good-byes to his friends that were scattered all around the house and when you turned to wave good-bye to Mike he had pulled you away so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

“Jesus Chris, slow down” you breathed

“What so you can flirt with Mike more”

You almost didn’t hear it but when you did you stood still a few metres away from the car and when he noticed you weren’t moving he turned to you throwing his hands up in the air and furrowing his brows at you.

“Flirting with him?”

“Yeah, I saw the way you were laughing with him!” he spat bitterly, his voice echoing into the night air

You slapped you hand to your mouth but not before a small chuckle escaped

“You think this is funny” he moved to you

“No?” You snorted, a small grin flashing across your face.

He scoffed heading back to the car and you quickly followed him climbing into the passenger seat.

“Chris… honey I’m sorry” you put your hand over his “I’m not laughing I swear”

He started the car, keeping his eyes glued to the road and giving you the cold shoulder. The entire car ride Chris never said a word to you, never glanced at you and really committed to this silent treatment. You just couldn’t believe how jealous and it was a side of him you’d never seen yet and it kind of turned you on. He got possessive and annoyed just at the sight of seeing you getting along with his friend, something he wanted you to do you thought.

As soon as he turned the car into the drive, he still made no attempts to talk to you, just parking the car and getting out of the car.

“Seriously Chris” you narrowed your eyes following him into the house

He headed for the living room throwing himself on the couch and staring up at the couch, he sat up rubbing his head with his hands. You leaned against the door frame watching his movements for a few minutes before moving to pour yourself a glass of scotch and doing the same for him. You set it down on the coffee table in front of him and took a seat beside him, you planted a kiss quickly on his cheek before he could pull his head back.

“You’re really not talking to me” you spoke softly

When he didn’t respond or even look at you, you took that as your clue to leave, finding his behaviour really annoying and slamming your glass to the table you stormed out of the room. Usually you would stay up and wait for him to come to bed before you drifted off to sleep but you were so filled with anger the idea of sleeping next to him almost made you blood boil.

How dare you think you’d flirt with someone else, it’s not like he wasn’t a flirt and hated the attention he got from women. But you never brought it up and felt some type of way about it, you were pacing the bedroom stripping off your clothes and letting them drop to the ground before you crawled into bed. You soon drifted off to sleep despite all the anger and even when you felt the weight shift on his side of the bed.

You woke first groggy then letting your senses come back to you, you sigh a deep breath stretching out any tension as the memory of last night flooded you. You turn to your right remembering how he had the nerve to even sleep in bed with you last night and you yank the covers to your side deliberately depriving him of any warmth before getting out of bed in a fit.

You made as much sound as you possibly could, slamming the bathroom door, opening up the drawers loudly and shutting them again, stomping throughout the bedroom hoping all the noise would annoy him and disrupt his sleep. You watch him stir in his sleep slowly waking up and you left the room but not before slamming the bedroom door.

You roamed around the kitchen, pacing lightly, you tried not to be bothered by his behaviour but it was hard. You never thought of Chris as a jealous man and he never showed any jealousy like that before. You wondered if it was some red flag that you missed over the years you’d been dating, maybe the signs were always there and you never paid any attention to it. Something about it didn’t sit well with you and you leaned on the counter mulling it over, he ignored you from the moment you were in the car till you went to bed. That was so unusual, Chris hated going to bed angry so you knew that this must have really gotten to him.

You felt yourself getting annoyed again, did he really think you were flirty or would even think about cheating on him. What did that say about how he felt about you and how he saw you.

“You should learn to be more quiet” he grumbled brushing past you

You didn’t notice that he was even in the kitchen till his voice pulled you out of your thoughts

“Huh” you turned to him

“It was rude, I was sleeping”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to care” you were being petty for sure and didn’t care about it, he deserved it.

He glared at you flaring his nostrils “don’t piss me off”

“Or what, you’re gonna stop talking to me again. Oh I’m so scared” you mocked

He set down his cup of coffee and slowly approached you “you don’t wanna see what I’ll do”

The little flash of anger in his eyes let you know he was serious, you had gotten under his skin.

“What if I do?” you glared at him playfully

He took a few more steps to you until he had backed you to the counter and pressed himself against you. He gave you a smirk, bending down to kiss and lick your neck softly, he wrapped his arms around your middle pulling you to him sharply.

“Chris you can’t just-“

“What? Touch you” he dipped his head to you neck again sucking gently “I’ll do what I want” His hands slid to your thigh slowly reaching under your robe. “And what I want…” he trailed kisses along you jawline before capturing your lips “is you”.

He was gentle with you at first which had you thinking he wasn’t angry at you anymore before his hand snaked up to cup your skull, pulling your head back so you locked eyes with him. You gasped at the pressure and watched as that anger flooded his eyes again only for it to be replaced with arousal quickly. His loosened his grip and his hand slid down to your throat, your eyes widened as you waited for him to apply pressure but he never did. Instead he watched and felt you whimper against him nervous but you were also getting restless wanting more from him.

“I don’t like seeing you with other men” he gripped your hips harshly “You’re mine and only mine. Do you understand?”

You moaned your response but it didn’t satisfy him, his grip around your throat tightened

“Do you understand?” He asked again

“Yes…yes” you chocked out

He narrowed his eyes “I don’t believe you” He grabbed your waist quickly bending you over the counter. He pushed his pelvis into you and you let out a soft moan feeling his hard cock against you. He leaned into you , whispering in your ear “I think I need to show you”. You couldn’t see his face, only feel him touch all over you body, his warm breath against your ear and him getting harder the more you twisted your hips against him.

“I need to show you who you belong to” his voice rasped as you heard him unbuckling his belt, your breath hitched when the belt hit the floor and the clang rang through silent kitchen. He hiked up your robe so it fell bundled just above your ass, he ran his hand up from your thigh and soft moan escaped your lips.

“You see how wet you are” he slipped his finger inside you, you jerked arching your back as he crooked his finger hitting that spot you loved so much. You bucked your hips slowly with his pace reaching forward to grasp whatever you could to steady yourself. You were getting restless, desperate but he was having fun teasing you.

You groaned feeling his shaft slide up and down your slit. When he moved away you whimpered and whined at the loss aching for him. He teased your hole making sure to line his cock up nicely with you pussy, he waited moments before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck” you cried out as he pounded into you more and more. His thrusts were rough, violent like he was trying to ravage you right there in the kitchen. While you tried your best to keep up with him, every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix you gasped and winced with both pleasure and pain.

The way he thrust into you told you he wanted you to scream him name loudly, it made it difficult for you to stay upright. He bent over you interlocking his fingers with you keeping you in place as he pushed in and out of you picking up the pace again. You felt his breath near your ear again and it drove you insane hearing him breathing heavily. You squeezed your pussy around his cock making his lightly gasp and then thrust into you harshly as punishment.

“Are you misbehaving again” he rasped against your ear, plunging into you harder. “God, you’re so fucking tight”, his lips latched on to your neck as his hands roamed your body.

Soon his hand went to your throat squeezing harshly, you knees started to buckle and all you fell from your lips were moans.

“I wanna hear you, tell me who you belong to” he panted heavily

“It-it’s you, I-i belong to you” you stuttered

“That’s right” he thrust into you burying himself deep inside you “you” he pulled back out teasing your hole “belong” he slowly pushed into you making you exhale deeply “to me” you let out a quiet low moan nearing your release at his words.

You knew he was close too as he movements became staggered, he was trying his best to hold on but it was growing to be difficult for him. You bucked madly crying out loudly, you wanted your release, you needed it.

“Yes, yes god yes” you chanted as you grew close

He pounded into you violently now grunting heavily with every thrust, he gripped you hips then moved his feet to spread your legs as best as far as you’d let him. You tightened around him, you cries bouncing off the walls. You screwed your eyes shut, reaching you hands back to feel for him, worried he’d move and leave you like this.

“Fuck” he grunted loudly still thrusting into you as you body trembled and shook from your orgasm. You yelled slamming you hands to the counter holding on for dear life as you hit your climax. You legs shook and bent inwards as you tried to close them but he didn’t let you. He held them apart still working towards his orgasm.

“Chris-“ you begged

“I’m not done with you yet” he pounded into you a few more times, giving you long strokes before he bent over you his orgasm building quickly. He was buried deep inside you and he was overcome quickly with pleasure. He let go of your legs letting you close them but still staying inside you. He reached up his head resting in the crook of your neck trialing kisses along your shoulder.

You both panted heavily and you struggled to form a deep breath as his body weighed heavy above you. He reached around giving you clit a flick making gasp beneath him, you were so sensitive to his touch. He slowly moved of you and you dared not move yourself letting him admire the view before you felt him pull you to him.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson” he smirked giving you a gentle smack as you walked past him “now get upstairs, I’ll be up soon”

~~~

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earned it [04]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. DARK CONTENT, graphic violence, mentions of blood, explicit murder, sexual violence, angst, tw dubcon, mentions of mass murder, death threats, cheating, implications of suicide, typical mafia business + very unedited (please PLEASE read at your own discretion! if you do not wish to proceed to read because of the aforementioned warnings but want to know what happened anyway, please drop into my asks and i’ll retell it in a much less graphic version!)

chapter song. never forget you (zara larsson, mnek)

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Death.

The stench of it reeked everywhere. Blood pooled at the ends of your dress, the warm liquid dripping from your fingers. You couldn’t see what was in front of you, not when your vision had been obscured black, painted red with everyone’s lifeless eyes staring back emptily at you and carrying an ominous message behind words that never had the chance to be spoken.

Satoru was gone.

You ran through flights of stairs as you bunched your dress up, dried blood present on your cheek. The gray cemented walls of this unknown building began to close down on you, suffocating you, trapping you – and then there he was. Your lover, your world, your everything – he stood on top of a pile of bodies, his face as grim as the deaths he’s caused, but that wasn’t what stood out from the scene. It was the fact you couldn’t recognize him anymore; the man before you was nothing else but the devil incarnate himself. Then, just as you ran his way, fingers outstretched to grasp at his shirt, Satoru disappeared.

He was gone.

A scream ripped out your throat as you scrambled for the sheets, pulling them up in a haste to shield yourself. The images were now gone, but that fear kept drumming into you, gloops of blood making its way through your room’s white exterior.

It’s not real, it’s not real – Satoru’s arms snaked over to your side, his eyes droopy from being woken up. You would’ve apologized, knowing he never really got proper sleep, but you were already wrapping your arms around yourself, gaze repeatedly darting back to the walls – to check for bodies, for blood, for death, for him.

“Hey,” Satoru drew you close to him until your head fell on his chest. Out of instinct, you flattened your ear above where his heartbeat rested. Thump thump – he was real, he was safe, alive – he wouldn’t do that. Satoru wasn’t that kind of person. You clung to him like a koala and mumbled incoherently at the skin of his neck, clutching his shirt so tight it wrinkled horribly. Satoru merely littered kisses all over the crown of your head to soothe you, although he was not free to this fear you felt; he was just as nervous for an unknown reason. “Angel, what’s wrong?”

“You-you were leaving—”

“Shh, angel, I’m not, I’m here,” he wrapped you closer to his body, the sheets still warm and smelling like him as if to add reassurance to his words. “You’re alright. I’m here, angel, it’s okay.”

“I was going to die,” you quivered. It had only been a fleeting moment when you saw it, but you were there too. Dressed in white, arms covered in lace and a crown adorning your head; it seemed as if you were meant to be on top of the bodies, and Satoru sat upon it like a throne. It transitioned from being the witness to being the victim in a minute and your chest squeezed so hard you choked out, “I was dying, baby.”

“You’re not going to die. No one’s going to hurt you, you understand?” Satoru cupped your cheeks to force you to look him in the eye. “I’m going to keep you safe no matter what. Not leaving your side, angel, that’s a promise.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I would never do that,” he nodded before he raised your pinky. Satoru looped both your fingers and kissed the conjoined form, not once leaving your gaze the whole time. “I promise,” he whispered, foreheads touching and breaths mingling. Like one soul intertwined, you once mused, feeling yourself get lost in the depth of azure pools he harboured. “There’s nowhere to go without you anyway; you’re the greatest gift in my life. I’d do anything for you.”

“Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t, angel. I never will.”

And you believed that. Like the fool you were, you really believed that.

The bank loomed over you, its mere presence impending and bringing about a wave of discomfort to you. Awkwardly, you stepped inside, hiding your face in your hair to conceal the nausea threatening to urge you to throw up. You couldn’t help but survey the entire area out of instant wariness, holding tighter to your phone.

Seeing as there was no line, you sat on the nearest open window. “Hi, uhm…I recently got transferred this money from…an old friend, you could say,” you informed with furrowed brows, fishing your phone out of your pocket as you logged into your account. The whole time, your hands turned sweaty and the phone nearly slipped from your grasp out of anxiety. The woman assisting you flashed you a sympathetic smile, patient and kind enough to listen to your small voice through the glass. “I lost contact with them so I can’t return it. I was wondering if maybe you could help me rewind the transaction?”

“Oh, we can definitely do that Ma’am, may I see?” Nodding, you handed her your phone. In an instant, the polite smile fell from her lips, altering into a nervous one the next. “Oh…” she blinked back at the digits, clearly overwhelmed from the amount of zeroes. Dropping her voice, she leaned closer to you, “Do you…do you know the account owner personally?”

“Yes,” you admitted, “Well, I used to.”

“And they wired you all this?”

“About two weeks ago, yeah.”

The employee sat there for a full minute, possibly contemplating how to go about this. It didn’t set well with you – that mysterious, almost suspicious smile she had – that you debated whether just asking for your phone back. “Excuse me for a moment. I think I should take this to the higher-ups,” she announced while scanning the bank with narrowed eyes, leaving before you could have a say in it.

The next minutes that passed had never felt more gruelling.

You sat there with a frantic heart, your jeans damp from the countless times you’ve wiped your hand on it. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. People came in for their own agendas, the hushed ‘inside voice’ as faint as ever, then they left. Repeat. End of conversation.

It was just another normal, boring day for everyone else – but not for you.

“Miss?” a voice pulled you away from your thoughts. A half-bald man was now standing before you, the previous employee you’d been talking to right behind him, her head ducked down. Manager, his tag read, which made sense. He gestured for you to come inside the back parts of the bank, and you gripped your purse tighter as you followed them.

The inside wasn’t that special or different from the outside. There were lesser chairs but bigger, brighter white walls. His office was located right in the middle where the female employee closed the glass doors behind you, silent and timid as she prepared you tea. Meanwhile, you sat there with your hands wrung in your lap, stomach already falling from the grim expression he wore. “About the funds, I’m afraid we can’t do anything about this transaction. While it had been transferred you, neither us nor the bank has the authorization to do anything about this. Whoever sent it to you is the only one that can either take it back or liquidize it,” he pushed his glasses back to his face, an apologetic sigh leaving his lips. “I’m afraid we can’t help you with this, Miss, we’re really sorry—”

“No!” you slammed your palms on the desk, “No, I don’t want the money, wire it back to him!”

“Miss, we already told you, it’s out of control—”

You shook your head. This wasn’t real – Satoru had to be joking! He couldn’t just give you this and disappear into thin air! In fact, you never even cared for the money; you were just hoping that maybe you’d find a way back to him if nothing but digits was the only thing left to prove he even existed. Desperation clawed its way through your throat as you fell on your knees, helpless tears streaming down your face. “Please, you have to do something, I don’t want the money, I just want him back, please! I just need to talk to him once more and he’s your client, right? Let me talk to him, I know you have contact with him, Sir, please, I’m begging you—”

“Security!” the manager hollered. The sounds of doors slamming open made you stand up straight, eyes wide at the incoming pairs of guards ready to escort you out. “It’s best you schedule a personal appointment with the account owner, Miss. We also suggest you remain on the down-low instead of causing a ruckus like this. You don’t know who’s going to be grabbing at every opportunity to take what was given to you.”

“Everything’s been taken away from me!” you argued back, walking around the desk to clasp the manager’s hand. He pulled away for a moment before you squeezed his hands, the tearing of your heart too painful to bear. You just wanted to see him. “Come on, please, I don’t care about the money, I just—”

They didn’t let you finish. Just like Satoru, just like everybody else, they discarded you to the side, treated you like you were a nobody who didn’t deserve a second chance.

“Escort her out, please.”

And just like that, your fate had been decided. No...perhaps it had been determined the moment he left, and now you walked blearily along the narrowed gaps between buildings, unable to find your way back home.

Where was home anyway? Your penthouse with Satoru? Your cramped dorm back at the university? Your empty flat that had once been a happy home with your parents before they too, left you behind with nothing but a family portrait as a memory? It was pathetic. You meant nothing. Obviously, no one valued you enough, not even Satoru who’d just given you enough to let you live comfortably for the rest of your life. But no matter how much he provided, it wasn’t what you wanted. It wouldn’t bring back the one thing you wanted most, and you fell on the rough pavement, too tired to care about the stinging of your palms.

You clutched at your heart in a debilitated attempt to soothe way your chest squeezed uncomfortably. You were literally in the middle of the nowhere, trapped between the walls that hid you in the darkness and muffled your cries.

He’d left – he really left.

He didn’t keep his promise, and your nightmare had now become reality. You had to bite down your shirt to keep the agony to yourself, nails dug so deep into your jeans it left a mark above your skin. Hours passed, maybe minutes – who knew?

The sun had gone down and the streets grew busier than before, the honking and lively bustling of the night city like background noise to you.

Your key back to the penthouse weighed heavily at your back pocket. There was still the option of just going back home, but what good would that do? Everywhere you went, you were reminded of him. There was no escaping the beautiful memories he left you with, there was no exit from his miserable dream you were forced to wake up into.

Nothing mattered anymore. You felt so lost, the motivation to find your way back depleted just like your energy. You only had your bodily instincts to thank for when your stomach grumbled, demanding to be fed and nurtured even in such a hopeless situation. It made you want to laugh – that even as your heart and soul gave up on you – your body was doing its best to keep you alive and get through the day. You heaved yourself away from the wall and wiped the dirt away from your palms, the rhythm of your feet one heavy clump next to the other.

There was a nice Chinese restaurant at the end of the street that glowed brightly, invitingly. If you could just have dinner, maybe you’d feel better.

But you never got three steps across.

A cold blade had been pressed to your neck, sinister laughter echoing from the darkness of the night. “Scream and you die, sweetheart,” a gruff voice crooned in your ear, followed by a more high-pitched, maniacal chuckles. There was two of them. Fear lit your nerves up and you scrambled to run, but this man was too strong. He didn’t even have to try too much into increasing pressure to your neck, slicing the first layers of your skin that was enough to prick both blood and tears from you. “Ah, ah, ah! Resisting won’t get you anywhere. We just want to talk, okay? No foul play needed.”

You shut your eyes in submission, too afraid to even swallow the bile rising in case the movement would push the knife further. You could only let out a weak, “What do you want from me?”

“Oh, what else?” said his accomplice, showing up in front of you with a creepy smile. He tipped his head side to the side, revealing the silver replacements of his teeth that glinted under the streetlights. “You got his hidden slush fund, didn’t you?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need to lie, we saw you leave that bank. Plus, everyone’s been talking about it!” cheered the guy behind you, pushing you forwards with his blade finally withdrawn. You stumbled on your feet as they pointed to the nearest ATM. For a moment, you contemplated making a run for it. The ATM was only a few kilometres away from the Chinese restaurant and you could be safe if you run fast enough, but you were too obvious, the deceit written all over your face. The first guy then pressed a gun against your head, a silent reminder that you were the weaker one here. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, “Now you’ll withdraw it little by little, okay? We just want a piece of it, a fraction of it is enough to last us a lifetime.”

Exhaling deeply, you raised your hands in surrender. “I can’t withdraw it.”

“The fuck did you say?”

“I said I can’t withdraw it! I don’t have access—”

“Bullshit, bitch, you’ve got so much of it, just give to us before we kill you,” he cocked his gun, his friend following suit and retrieving a pistol from his belt. Your lips quivered at the sight of two guns aimed at your way, but you remained firm in your spot, shaking your head at them. The man’s eyes darkened, displeased by your response. He narrowed his eyes at you before nodding to his friend.

“Fuck this man, she’s a selfish cunt. Take her phone and her belongings.”

“No, please, don’t—”

It was too late. They had pushed you on the ground, your bum throbbing from the fall. The second guy rummaged your pockets before pulling out your wallet, jaw dropping from the contents. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, flashing a Polaroid you had kept the whole time. “This you and Six Eyes?”

Your heart fell.

It was a photo of you and Satoru on your first anniversary where he’d whisked you off to a sky tower, arrogantly declaring that he’d make you experience the best date ever.

He wasn’t lying – his arrangement of fireworks and a romantic date in the sky really had been the best – and he’d snapped a picture of you then, sneakily landing a kiss on your cheek while you gasped at the display of fireworks before you.

Just seeing it felt like torture all over again, and the thief snickered at your tear stained face. “Oh, I see. You’re his whore, aren’t you? Everyone called it bullshit when word got around Six Eyes had a little angel hidden somewhere around here. I gotta say though, you are a pretty thing. Makes sense you got him pussy whipped.”

“Whoever Six eyes fucks – especially someone he liked enough to pay this much – that is fine meat, man,” the other muttered more to himself. His eyes then lit up with a thought, the smirk tugging at his lips screaming trouble. “It’d be a shame to not have a taste.”

You paled. Scrambling as much as you could with sore legs, you pushed their arms away from you. “Let go of me!” you cried out, kicking harder when they’ve discarded their guns and focused on carrying you instead. Everything muted that night except for the pounding of your heart as you struggled to get away from them, arms flailing the moment one of them yanked your shirt down to expose your bra. “Don’t fucking touch me, let go!”

It must be luck that your punch landed on his nose, a sickening crack resonating in the street. All of you remained still, with you flattening your back on the wall, arms protectively sheltering your chest and the pair staring at the other guy’s broken nose.

He winced at seeing blood on his fingers, “Oh, you’re just asking for it bitch,” he snarled, snapping his fingers to get his friend’s attention and pointing at you. “Grab her leg.”

Both of them made quick work. It all happened so fast you couldn’t tell which was who anymore. Your shirt had been ripped off; the straps of your bra tugged down to free a nipple while your arms had been knocked into the building behind you. One of them kept you immobile, their grips too strong and their bodies twice your size that you were easily overpowered. You never cried so hard in your life – not even when you realized Satoru had left – and your throat ached from how much you wept.

“Stop, no, let go of me!”

“Shut her the fuck up, bruh,” the man unzipping your jeans scowled, his fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear. You sobbed and screamed, fought hard as much as you could, but you were too weak. Too vulnerable. Too pathetic.

Maybe it was just better to let go.

Maybe it was just better to stop.

Your shoulders fell as they shimmied your jeans down your hips, each and every inch of your body no longer yours. Was this how you would die? Was this how you would finish? If so, you would’ve appreciated at least one last dinner.

You were about to close your eyes the moment you heard the sounds of a man’s belt unbuckling, too lost in your own horror that you failed to hear the screeching of tires, and neither did they. And then, like a light at the end of the tunnel, like an angel dropping from the heavens – gunshots rang through the air. Blood splattered to your cheek. Heavy bodies crunched against the ground.

He’d come back.

Except it wasn’t Satoru leaning in front of a car when you opened your eyes. The man stood a few inches shorter, blond shaggy hair falling just above his eyebrows, the ends dyed black. His body was tilted to the side, half of his weight shifted on a cane upon closer look, but you were mostly captivated in his eyes. He showed no malice intent; hell, he didn’t even spare a glance at the corpses with holes between their eyes, silently blowing the smoke away from his barrel like this was a common thing for him.

He had his eyes on you, uncaring of the fact you were half-naked before him since his attention remained on your face.

“So it’s true,” he mused, “I didn’t believe at first when they said Six Eyes really gave the notes to his girl. A commoner, no less,” he limped towards you, feline-eyes slanted to inspect you. “But nothing about you is common, is there? To get the demon to soften up…you really must be something else,” his gloved hands ran a finger down to your jaw, and you shut your eyes tight, leaning away from his touch. The man clicked his tongue at your reactions but withdrew his hand anyway, stepping a few feet away from you to give you space. “Don’t be so scared. You and I are not that different. We’re both just poor victims of facing the consequences of his actions,” he tapped his cane at your shoes, his face devoid of expression. “Stand up. You won’t get anywhere by crying. You need to learn how to fight.”

You swung the door open, ready to finally get the shoes you’ve been gushing to Naoya about for days. But you were met with nothing but a tuft of white hair, blood smattered on his cheeks, and lips crashing down onto yours. Satoru pinned you against the wall in the same manner he held you on that day he left, his kisses harsh and longing while you moaned into his mouth, legs turning into jelly.

“Angel,” he rasped into your mouth, grinding his boner to the thin material of your night gown. “I told you you’re fucking mine.”

Satoru forced his tongue past your lips and kept you close to him, his intoxicating scent tempting you to give in and enjoy it already. For a split second, you faltered, kissing him back with the love you once harboured for him, but then you blanked.

This was Satoru.

You were married to Naoya.

He’d began to leave kisses at your jawline when you pulled back, landing a sharp elbow right at his head. Satoru fell on the floor and you panted above him as you tried to make yourself decent. Fuck, that hurt like a bitch. You had to roll your shoulders back to get rid of the tension as you made the mental note to train in combat harder, pinching the bridge of your noise before you summoned the servants.

Satoru was knocked out for a solid hour. You found it funny that the infamous omnipotent Six Eyes was now sprawled all over your couch, soft snores emitting from his lips. He’d been pretty unresponsive to you so ice far, not even a budge as you iced the bruise you’d left on his face.

You sighed. His shirt was stained with blood, the pads of his knuckles matted with wounds and bruises. You couldn’t help yourself from brushing his hair away from his eyes, humming a little until his eyes cracked open. Satoru stared at the ceiling before his eyes landed on you hovering before him, your touch gentle in paradox to the heat of your gaze. “What are you doing here, Satoru?” you sighed, gesturing to the mess he had on his shirt. “Where have you been?”

“In a fight.”

“No shit,” you rolled your eyes, “You still haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here?”

“I-I don’t know. I just…I lost it for a moment and—”

“Do I want to know why?”

“It’s stupid,” he mumbled to himself and faced the couch. Even after seven years, he was still very much the petty kid at heart. You could confidently bet he was pouting right now, and you crossed your leg over the other, hiding a small smile behind your palm. “I overheard one of my men making a sleazy comment that Naoya’s wife looked like a bitch who would jump at every alpha male,” Satoru grumbled, prying for your reaction by looking across his shoulder. “I don’t know what came over me after that.”

“Did you kill them?”

“Almost,” he scrunched his nose, “Then I pictured your face. Maybe you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

“So you care about what I want now?”

Satoru shut his eyes. Of course you’d never stop bringing that up – both to your demises – since you were both a sadist who didn’t mind receiving pain every now and then. Five years of marriage with Naoya taught you to be resilient to all types of pain, the experiences and horrors you’ve lived through practically making you immune to them now. Satoru, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be on the same boat as you. He sat up, his hips flushed next to your thighs, burying his hands on his head. “Angel, about everything... are we not going to talk about what happened before?”

“Is there anything to talk about?” you deadpanned, surprising the guy who widened his eyes at you. Surely, he must be expecting a different form of hatred coming from you, but you were indifferent – numb, empty. “The past is in the past, Satoru. You know better than anyone else it’s easier to just walk away.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“For what?” you faked a smile, placing your chin on your hands while blinking up at him under innocent eyes. Naoya once told you that your attitude of being unbothered bothered a lot more people, and it was a technique you’ve loved ever since. Seeing Satoru crumble before you...nothing felt more satisfying. “For barging in here or for kissing me? Maybe both?”

“For everything,” he answered brokenly, “For all the pain I’ve put you through.”

“Do you think apologies are going to suddenly eradicate that?”

“…No.”

“Then I don’t need it,” you taunted, patting his thigh as you stood up, tying the knots of your robe safer this time. You couldn’t be bothered to wear underwear beneath them; if Satoru tried laying his hands on you again, you wouldn’t hesitate to cut his fingers off, and the plain sight of a dagger now strapped in your thigh was enough of a reminder for him. He made sure to keep his distance.

“Come with me. I’ll show you what we’ve been working on,” Satoru’s footsteps were silent as you led him past the secret doors hidden behind Naoya’s study, the room leading into an even bigger part of the house that stored most of your possessions. Satoru let out an awed gasp behind you once the lights and slight whirs of the machine buzzed through the room, chemicals bubbling from one side and little pills being packaged on the other. Your face lit up in a smile from the sheer pride of your hard work, arms extended to the side to present everything. “This is mostly where we manufacture Xenet. All of this – it’s mine. My personal little laboratory, or as Naoya calls it, my playroom,” you grinned, “I feel at peace here.”

“Making drugs?”

“Being safe,” you corrected with a roll of your eyes, “Acting like I’m normal. That gives me peace.”

Satoru was hot on your heels all the way to the main laboratory, where you’d pestered him into wearing safety gloves before entering. You donned a white coat from the blast of AC that enraged goosebumps, leading him in front of a huge clear wall that formulated Xenet’s pure creation. Stacks of purple powder lined up on layers all kept inside a cooling room, and you stepped to the side, muttering to yourself while checking today’s inventory like it was totally normal to manufacture illegal drugs inside your home.

You would’ve looked domestic if Satoru wasn’t feeling the slightest bit dizzy from the drug-coated atmosphere; one that you’d gotten resistant from.

“What brought you here?” Satoru voiced out, shaking his head to himself. He looked terribly devastated, cheeks sunken and dark circles lining his eyes. “I never thought...”

“That I’d be like you?” you finished for him. Tucking a stray strand behind your ear, you smiled at Satoru and pushed past him to list down your observations for today. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not like Naoya; I’m not a mass murderer.”

“But you’re supporting him.”

“He keeps me safe as long as I’m useful to him,” you paused in your tracks, the spite evident in your tongue. “If you hadn’t left me, I wouldn’t have to be like this. There are thousands of people after me because you named me after that account. Other than Naoya, there’s really no other reason I’m still alive and breathing,” Satoru was speechless from your confession, which was good, since you didn’t want him chatting too much in the first place. You ignored him as you continued typing notes on your monitor, acting unaffected, but the way you punched through the keys told a different story. “This is the least I could do for him. In exchange of protection, I’ll be sharing my intelligence and give him what he wants.”

“Doesn’t it sicken you that we’re like this? That we do all this – for money, power, control – without the slightest bit of conscience?” Satoru scoffed, “You’ve been married for him a long time. I know you’re not a stranger to the fact we even enjoy this.”

You stopped your task, turning to Satoru with flared nostrils. “You know, Satoru, painting yourself as a demon to look like a victim won’t make me sympathize,” you spat out, absolutely losing it. “I don’t care what you’ve been doing before you met me. I don’t care that you killed or hurt people. I’m not the slightest bit of the angel you claim me to be because if I was as pure as that, don’t you think I would’ve stopped loving you?”

Everything crumbled to dust.

Years of convincing yourself you didn’t care anymore, years of healing yourself, years of working hard to forget him – and all crumbled to dust.

“What are you—”

“I knew!” you cut him off, “I knew everything. I’m not dumb, Satoru. No matter how much you tried to hide it back then, I saw the blood stains. I could smell the alcohol. I know drugs when I see it,” Satoru took a step back in surprise, but you kept going. Now that you’ve started it, you might as well finish it, and your eyes pricked with tears before you could stop it. “But I never cared. I was selfish – blinded by love. Back then, I told myself I didn’t care who you were because I loved you unconditionally,” You were breathing hard from finally releasing that damn fucking weight off your shoulders, your resolve breaking as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand while Satoru remained frozen. “Every night, I cried myself to sleep. I always asked myself why did it have to be you? Why did you have to be that way? Why did you have to be a monster? It broke me to no end, Satoru, but every time I tried to think of you as awful, you would hold me so close that it felt like everything was a lie,” your voice faltered, “I loved you in spite of everything you’ve done. I’m just selfish like that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you cried, “Many times...I turned a blind eye to it. I didn’t want to force something out of you because I knew you weren’t ready, but I was always waiting, Satoru,” gesturing to the both of you, Satoru watched your frantic movements. “Did you think I didn’t mean it when I said I would love you no matter what – no matter who you might be? I meant every word of it. You didn’t have to leave me because I would’ve still left everything behind if you asked me to go with you. I don’t care anymore, I never did. I just wanted to be with you.”

“Angel...” he trailed off, debating whether to hold you or just stay put. Satoru chose the latter and ran his hands over his hair, breathing hard as he, too, wavered. “I was scared. Each time I see your face, I-I can’t help but think about losing you. It haunts me every fucking night that what if I’m not strong enough? What if I couldn’t protect you?” his voice broke, “You were the only good thing in my life. I couldn’t handle losing you just because you got too close.”

You shoved him hard. “That’s no fucking excuse! You told me – y-you told me that I made you feel strong, that I gave you hope, that I made you feel like nothing could stand in your way – so don’t stand there and fucking tell me you were scared!”

Satoru kept taking a step back from the force of your hits, and he took them all with a brave face, but it seemed that he too had reached his limit as you leered, “Don’t be a fucking coward!”

“It’s because I loved you!” Satoru gripped your wrists and tugged you to him, effectively taking the ability to speak away from you. “My whole life, I got everything I wanted and things were easy for me! I don’t know what it’s like to lose something because I had control of everything except you! I didn’t want you stuck and burdened with my sins all for the sake of something as greed!” he bellowed, his forehead connected with yours and the warmth of his body more than welcoming. “I am a greedy man, angel, I would take everything I want with no hesitation but I couldn’t do it with you. It was easier to let you go,” he mumbled, “Than to regret making you unhappy by revealing my true self. Because the way you looked at me – you loved me so much I don’t think I’m worthy of it,” Satoru trudged closer to you, almost rubbing his skin over your soft ones just to say, “I don’t deserve you.”

You pulled away from him.

You’d tore open every chance of reconciliation. And if you were to be honest? You didn’t regret it.

“You’re right,” you snickered sarcastically, “You really don’t deserve me. Here I thought maybe Naoya would be the weaker of the two of you, but he’s more of a man than you are, Satoru. Naoya never gave an excuse for anything – it didn’t matter whether he was capable of something or not – he always tried to the best of his ability. He’s not the type to give up before he’s even tried it,” You knew you were just pushing his buttons, this was much clear from how Satoru was holding himself back, but you couldn’t stop. You were unstoppable, harsh as you challenged your once lost lover who had now wound up before you once more.

“If you truly loved me and felt you didn’t deserve me, then don’t you think you should’ve tried harder?”

You wanted him to regret it. You wanted him to feel your pain a thousand times more. You wanted him to realize what he’d done wrong. But most of all, you wanted him to try harder, to redeem himself, to be worthy of a second chance.

But just like how he’d broken your heart before, Satoru did it again.

Because even after every fucking thing, the only thing he was capable of saying was: “I’m sorry, Angel.”

You’d grown too tired of apologies. But because it was him, because you loved him, then you’d fucking hear it all over again. Just try, you wanted to beg, try for me, Satoru.

“Your plans will continue to fail, Satoru,” you agonized, “You never protected me. The moment you left, my life turned to hell and I almost died way too many times for me to count. This time is no different. We’re all just pawns in the Zen’in’s game, so if you really want both of us to live, you should do your part,” Sighing, you turned away from him, just about ready to call it a night. You were too tired. “Give back the money to Naoya, and he’ll keep me safe until the end of it all. You can just go back to where you came from.”

“Naoya won’t stand a chance against Toji. It’s not his money anyway, he should give it back to his cousin—”

“And neither is it yours!”

“Don’t be fucking stupid, you see the flaw of his plans too!” Satoru gestured to your lab, to everything that you proudly claimed an effort of your hard work. “Even if I gave back everything to Naoya, it won’t stop Toji from anything! He might not kill you anymore, but he’ll definitely kill your husband and take over the mafia, or his kid, then where will you go?”

“Follow him into death like the good wife I am.”

Satoru was stunned by the lack of hesitance in your answer. “You’re serious about this,” he echoed, blinking back to process the gravity of your devotion to your husband. “Even if Toji somehow dies, it doesn’t change the fact Naoya will still proceed with plans to manipulate Japan to his will. He’s going to drug everyone until he’s at the top of the food chain. Your husband doesn’t want to be a businessman; he wants to be a god. Plus, he doesn’t care about you, he’s only using you!”

“Like I said,” you smiled weakly, “He keeps me safe as long as I’m useful to him. Once he gets everything he wants, it’s game over.”

“No...” Satoru gritted his teeth, “No, I won’t let it happen. You’re not going anywhere; you’re not going to die!”

“So then protect me!” you shouted at his face, “Do what it is you never got to do before and protect me! I’m disposable, don’t you see? No matter what I do, no matter where I go, no matter how loyal I am to him, I am nothing! Each step I take forwards is just a step closer to my prolonged death!” you spewed word for word with so much venom Satoru felt like he was choking, but it was nothing in comparison as you fell on the floor, weeping with your fists pressed against your eyes. “If you hadn’t left me...I wouldn’t have to live fearing for my life every second. So protect me, Satoru. If you really want me to forgive you, at least save me this once.”

“I will, angel,” he promised – and how many more promises had he made, only to break them? You couldn’t be blamed for not believing him, for finding wariness in his words, for flinching a little bit as he crouched before you, cupping your cheek the same way he did before. “I promise you that. I’m never leaving, never gonna leave your side ever again.”

“You better not,” you chuckled darkly, eventually giving in from his touch.

Yes, he’d left you...yes, he’d hurt you – but until now it felt like home, even if it also conflicted with the fact this was wrong.

“My only wish is that when I die, I want to die without hating you,” you muttered with your lips hovering his, your breaths tangling and his hands finding its way to your hair. “So don’t make me hate you anymore, Satoru. Grant me peace before I leave.”

“You’re not going to die,” he closed his eyes and took the first leap of faith by grazing his lips with yours, a faint glimmer of the sweetness he once had the pleasure of savouring with each waking moment of his life. But he was stupid back then – he’d be even more stupid to not learn his lesson this time around.

“I won’t let that happen, you understand?” Satoru breathed out, “You will be safe. You will live.”

He had said it so confidently, so surely, that for a moment, you believed it. You believed maybe you’d really win this round and come out unscathed, to live, to survive – even if the chances were slim to none to begin with. For now, you didn’t want to be a mafia leader’s wife, nor did you want to be another’s broken lover. You just wanted to be someone who didn’t want to die, to find comfort in the empty promises from the same man who kept breaking and breaking them, and maybe for now, that was enough.

Without another thought, not even the image of Naoya’s smile, you let it go.

You pulled Satoru close to you and kissed him hard and deep, swallowing his surprised moan with that exact same greediness, that desperation to live. You knew the moment Naoya came back or Toji found you, everything would be game over. So for now, this was enough.

A/N. SOOOOO? THOUGHTS? THEORIESSSSS? DO WE HAVE A TEAM NAOYA HERE OR IS IT JUST ME HAHAHAHAHA

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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April Fools

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer needs to one up Reader just as he’s about to loose a prank war

A/N: I’m kicking things off for my 30 fics in 30 days for April with this fic inspired by April Fools day- lol this is a much better version compared to what I have experienced in the past with this holiday 😂 @90spumkin there’s a few specific lines in here that are totally inspired by your cowboy Spencer fic lol 😂 I’d like to hear all y’all’s thoughts so far or just drop me any type of anon here- ask me anything -my requests are also open!! Hope y’all enjoy reading ☺️

Warnings: 18+, Dom Spencer (not as harsh as in other fics of mine), Fingering, Edging, Public Sex, Sex with a hidden motive (there are some real feelings there 😉 plus reader acknowledges and knows the hidden motives)

Main Masterlist Word count: 2.4K

When you walked into the bullpen it was dead silent. If you dropped a pin you’d be able to hear it, even with the carpeted floors. You crept as quietly as you could, afraid that someone might jump out to scare you. It was not as if you had gotten in late today, you were actually cutting it rather close this morning.

Your fear of being submitted to a jump scare so early in the morning wasn’t as irrational. Today was the day that everything was going to come to an either a glorious defeat or a momentous victory. A two week long bet was tipping heavily in your favor at the final hours, you had to be careful to not let your hold over Spencer weaken in these last moments.

Today was April 1st- a day like any other to most people, but not to you and not to Spencer. It had all started when you both had begun trying to do little pranks on each other in the months leading up to the bet. If you asked anyone on the team they’d say it started when you replaced his normal standard deck of playing cards with a new set that had awkward pictures of Spencer you had accumulated over the years taped on them to represent each of the numbers and faces. Your personal favorite was the photos you had chosen for the Queens- one of Spencer looking rather regal, eyes cast downwards and with his hands crossed and a big lip pout while sitting at his desk obviously disproving of whatever Derek had said (who was also in the picture)

The team would’ve definitely said it had started there, but that was the first one that they had seen. The first one had actually been when Spencer had switched around the contacts in your phone while you weren’t looking while you had been hanging out with him. To be fair it had been in retaliation to you playfully teasing him about being a technophobe, all’s fair in love and war you had to admit.

And, whether you admitted to him or not, you did love him. This little bet that you set a few weeks ago had only strengthened your feelings. It involved setting a prank for each other, alternating every other day for two weeks until April Fools day, then the team would judge and figure out who one. You can definitely thank Morgan for that brilliant idea as he had spontaneously suggested it after your card prank on Spencer, though you bet he had been thinking about it for a while. Over the course of two weeks you had to delve into the mind of Spencer, really getting to know what would get under his skin, what would be the perfect prank for him.

“I hope you know what you got yourself into Spencer.” He had smirked back at me when you said that right after confirming your bet. You had delved into researching stuff, trying to figure out pranks that would be more personalized to Spencer rather than the ones everyone would see passed around. Eventually you landed on an idea for your last prank that was simple, yet the perfect way to get under Spencer’s skin. It was so easy you kicked yourself a little for not figuring it out before.

Apparently replacing the sugar Spencer specifically brought in for himself with salt was a step too far according to him. The glare that he had fixed on you after he had spit out his coffee onto his cardigan made you shiver, you knew you were going to be in for something big today.

Plus today was the aforementioned holiday that inspired the bet in the first place, you kind of wished you had gotten the chance to have the last laugh. You were still crossing your fingers and toes in hopes that it wouldn’t compare to your coffee prank.

Your eyes locked on the lone figure standing in the maze of desks, Spencer. It felt as if you were both ready at high noon for a duel to see who drew their gun fastest. Though, comparatively there was a distinct lack of cowboy hats and the sun was down to low for a proper duel. That didn’t stop your mind from wandering to thinking about him in a cowboy hat, he’d definitely look good. you’d have to get him one some day or maybe put a snake in a cowboy boot if another prank war was to ever crop up.

“Where is everybody?” You asked, though you knew that Spencer had probably sent them off elsewhere, you had done the same thing earlier when you needed to convince him that he had come in on his day off.

“I may have bribed them a bit to be elsewhere right now.” He spoke with a smirk that would have seemed foreign to you until you guys had started this. Now it was a staple for him whenever you saw him, going right along with his cardigan and tie to complete his look. There was no complaint from you, Spencer acting slightly cocky just before you were about to get pranked on oddly made you get hot and bothered easier than you’d like to admit.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you crossed your arms in front of you, probably a vain attempt to protect yourself from whatever was coming. Your voice came out a little shaky, “What for?”

“Just wanted to talk to you- privately…” He skated around your question, not really giving you any definitive answer. Though, you hadn’t really expected him to lay out his whole plan, that would just be counterproductive. There was a slight pause in conversation, you were about to break it with your own response when he added,“You know I’ve always found you desirable, Y/N…”

The simple teasing conversation that you had been having with him suddenly pivoted. The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out, leaving you gasping. Even if some part of this led to a prank, you knew Spencer wouldn’t play with your feelings like that. What was most likely happening is that he was using this confession to also pull a fast one on you. His deep brown eyes piercing into your own told you that he was telling the truth in that regard, plus if earlier in the bet was any indication, he wasn’t that good of a liar.

“This wasn’t what I thought you’d be talking to me in private about but- I’ve always found you desirable too...” You admitted with a gulp, pressing your weight into the edge of your desk almost sitting on it.

Your full weight pushed to sit fully on top of your desk, undoubtedly crinkling some important papers underneath when he stepped forward to close the large gap between the two of you. The tension was thick around you now with only two sentences spoken, both full of truth.

“Do you want me as much as I want you?” His lips were now so close to yours his breath was projected onto your lips.

“Yes.” You confirmed, with no hesitation. Honestly, you wouldn’t care if there was some sort of prank he was going to play on you soon, you knew that what he had said didn’t just apply to now. That was the part that mattered to you.

His lips surged forward to meet yours, letting all the tension that had been rising boil over. It was everything you had imagined and more, his lips just as soft and pillowy as they had been in your dreams.

When he pulled your skirt up roughly to expose your bottom half to him you came up off of the edge of the desk slightly, then being pushed back down once you were partially exposed before him. You squeaked into his mouth in shock of how fast this was escalating, but didn’t protest any further, wanting to see where he was going with this. You were so glad that he had gotten the team to leave the bullpen for a while, this would be a hard situation to explain. Being out in the open didn’t make you more nervous though, it excited you to know that someone could be around the corner with only the desk dividers hiding your exposed bottom half.

He didn’t even bother to push your panties down to your knees or ankles. He just pulled them aside to gain access to your now positively dripping hole. You hadn’t even thought to question how this tied into his prank, like it inevitably did, yet. You just wanted more of him, in any way you could get him.

His eyes were fixated on your dripping entrance, seemingly mesmerized by finally being able to see it. The awe in his eyes certainly did make you feel adored by him, but your desire made you feel impatient, “Spencer, do something or I’ll take care of it myself.”

A growl was all you were going to get in response to your desperate snarky comment. He then brought his hand up to suck on two of his fingers, his pointer and his middle. But, instead of then putting them to good use to help you reach a peak he stalled some more by bringing them up to your own mouth.

“I want you to suck too.” A little whine was all you could give in response before letting his fingers inside your mouth. You sucked diligently, making sure to get them wet enough for you.

Once he was finally satisfied with your efforts he removed them, a slight popping noise escaping. Bringing his hand down slowly was just another attempt to tease some more, but you knew that he’d reach there eventually. No matter how hard it was to be patient, you did so, though with a bit of squirming.

Your hips bucked up immediately in response to his fingers coming into content with your clit, Spencer’s other hand came down to press your hips back down again. He spent his sweet time playing with patterns, circling your clit a few times slowly before switching to a faster figure 8 pattern, seemingly just to get you more desperate.

“Spencer- again if you don’t do more I’ll take care of it myself!” You snapped harder with more venom this time, patience wearing dangerously thin. You thought you heard a small whisper of the word brat underneath his breath, but you decided to table it when he finally did oblige you.

You had to bite down on your lip hard when he stopped circling your entrance to plunge two of his fingers inside of you. The pressure on your lip was most certainly almost enough to break the skin while he began thrusting his fingers inside you in a steady rhythm, crooking them perfectly to make you see stars. You had to bite your lip so hard to combat the raging moans that wanted to escape from you due to the pressure he was putting on your gspot.

He brought his thumb up to circle your clit again once he saw that you were getting close, helping push you closer towards the edge. Your lungs were heaving in gasping breaths mixed with desperate moans as he continued to add stimulation to your most sensitive spots, hitting them perfectly with each crook of his fingers and circling of your clit.

Just as your orgasm was about to wash over you, all of his movements stopped abruptly. The euphoric stimulation you had been feeling was ripped away from you, his thumb on your clit halted, the curling of his fingers ceased, and his mouth that had been pressing kisses and hidden hickies to my collarbone had concluded its actions.

“April fools.” He then removed his fingers from me and promptly sauntered off to his own desk with no other words for you. Your legs were still shaking, more now from being edged to the point that you fully had to sit down onto your desk to try and regain your composure. Your jaw also was hanging slack in shock in contrast to how hard you had been biting your lips earlier while his fingers had been inside you.

A little glance from Spencer was thrown your way that was probably to gage your reaction,

you spotted even in your disheveled and distraught state. You had to admit, it was not what you were expecting and he had got you good. Your plan paled in comparison by far considering you were just going to have the entire office call him Stanley all day- and of course steal the coffee grounds to see if you could provoke an even bigger reaction out of him.

A deep sigh came from you, an non verbal admission of your glorious defeat. He had well and truly got you, it wasn’t as if you could exactly defend yourself and your pranks to the team during judging. Not that you really wanted to defend them, there was no reason to, he had well and truly beaten you. You could accept when you had been beaten, you’d accept defeat with grace. Though you definitely still feared the idea Spencer would come up with as a consolation prize for his win.

Reaching down with your hands to a stack of files on your desk you absentmindedly straightened them, then sitting down in your desk chair. You wriggled around a bit, feeling the dampness in your parties, already regretting sitting down. With another sigh you nodded towards Spencer, an acknowledgement of his momentous victory before getting up again to go clean yourself up in the bathroom to clean up- and maybe splash some cold water on your face. Though by the smirk on his face, there was no way this wasn’t going to happen again. And, maybe with him actually letting you finish or not, the thrill was sometimes in the chase of one. You’d also have to think of your own way of retaliation in the future of course, just because you accepted defeat just now doesn’t mean there wasn't a longer war to be won. Plus perhaps you will admit your deeper feelings for him that you could now see lying beneath his eyes as well, feelings much deeper than desire.

Safe to say you just told the team that you lost fair and square, not divulging why no matter how much Penelope pried. It was without a doubt, a glorious defeat.

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lemaistrechat · 2 years ago

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Masters of the Universe characters on She-Ra

(And why it mattered)

So in the 5-part She-Ra pilot/movie, Adora meets the birth parents she never knew about, who try to convince her to stay on Eternia. She chooses to live on Etheria with a princess and hobos she recently met, dedicated to telling the man who raised her “Get out of Etheria’s life!”

The next time her family from Eternia comes up is Ep 13, “King Miro’s Journey”. King Miro, Adam and Adora’s grandfather, is skulking around Eternia’s royal portrait gallery while a tour guide recaps his only previous appearance, “Search for the Past”, in which we learned he’d been a prisoner of the Enchantress for decades.

He goes to find Prince Adam and is like “Hey Adam, I heard my other grandchild has been found. I haven’t seen her since she was a baby. Can we go see her?” So they go to Etheria and have to fight Hordak, embarrassing him in front of an inspector from Horde World.

Sadly, we never get an explanation for humans from Horde World. Just like we never learn anything about Mantenna or Leech’s species (or even IF they were born as baby versions of how they look now).

So here’s the thing... at the end, Adora asks her grandfather “Do you have to go? It seems like you only just got here.” and he gives the weaksauce answer “I’m afraid so, but I’ll come again, as soon as I can. Adora, these have been the most exciting days I’ve ever had. And though I must now return to Eternia, I want you to know that I will return. When the day of your great battle with Hordak comes, call for me. I wish to stand beside my granddaughter on that proud day.” (We never see him again)

Note that he must have abdicated before being taken prisoner by the Enchantress, as Randor was king when he met the twins’ future mother. So Miro has no responsibilities on Eternia post-rescue.

Ep 15, “He Ain’t Heavy”. Shadow Weaver and Hordak use an artifact called the Moon Mirror that can open a portal between universes when the moons are in alignment to abduct Prince Adam, so that Adora will surrender for her brother.

“Gateway to Trouble” (18 or 35). Adam comes to visit via one of the Sorceress of Grayskull’s dimensional portals, as she can make any time. Meanwhile at Snake Mountain, Skeletor is making his scientist henchman Modulok build a machine to open a portal to Etheria.

“Never heard of it,” Modulok says. “I have,” says Tung Lashor, who’s standing next to Skeletor wearing a shirt with the Horde symbol. Yeah, this was a continuity error (until it wasn’t, because King Hiss would summon Tung Lashor and Rattlor from Etheria to Snake Mountain for MotU mini-comics). “That place has been a thorn in my side for years,” Skeletor says. Wait, what? How? All of She-Ra Season 1 takes place over less than a year.

Modulok defects to the Etherian Horde over how Skeletor treats him, hoping Hordak will appreciate his gate maker more. He does, and they open a gate to send a fleet of ships to conquer Eternia.

But She-Ra and He-Man short circuit the gate maker and Modulok can’t rebuild it without rare minerals he doesn’t have access to more of. So Hordak demotes him from Horde Scientist to Horde Cook.

Ep 27, “The Eldritch Mist”. Castaspella scries on Prince Adam and finds him so attractive that she has to physically yank him to Etheria. I guuuess it counts as consensual, since they mutually ask each other out for future dates when she has to portal him home.

Ep 29, “The Price of Freedom”. The Sorceress sends Adam to Etheria for a bit to fight the Horde.

Ep 33, “A Talent for Trouble”. Orko is so incompetent at helping the Sorceress clean Castle Grayskull that he falls through its portal to Etheria. He and Madame Razz immediately get captured by Mantenna, who carts them off to the Fright Zone to be studied by Hordak and Shadow Weaver.

Note that the entire galactic Horde has no idea that Trollans exist, with Orko’s mind even being impervious to a mind-sweeping machine. That seems like an even bigger strategic advantage for Eternia than the magic they used to defeat a Horde invasion the last time. This is also the first time She-Ra and Orko meet, and she kisses him.

Even though she has Sea Hawk by this point and Orko has, in He-Man’s words, “like gotten engaged” to Dree Elle...

Ep 51, “My Friend, My Enemy”. No He-Man this time, just Skeletor, who has somehow gotten here from Eternia without that gate maker.

Ep 55, “Loo-Kee Lends a Hand”. All the Rebels of Whispering Woods get magically Time Stopped, so Light Hope sends Loo-Kee to Snake Mountain to bring He-Man and Orko to Etheria (no, they aren’t there, making Light Hope seem incompetent).

Ep 56, “Of Shadows and Skulls”. Shadow Weaver has learned of her boss’ history with Skeletor and so responds to a round of bullying by opening a portal between Etheria and Eternia by which he can come take Hordak’s place.

“Horde Prime Takes a Holiday” (18 or 58). Hordak, She-Ra and He-Man, and Skeletor fight over Horde Prime’s flagship the Velvet Glove while he’s on a two-week vacation.

Ep 65, “The Greatest Magic”. Adora and Orko spend time together in Whispering Woods, then she gets dragged to Trolla with him.

The Christmas Special came between Seasons 1 and 2, and starts with Adora and her Rebel friends visiting the Royal Palace of Eternia and Queen Marlena saying “Just think, this will be the first time the twins are together to celebrate their birthday with all our family.” (KING MIRO IS NOT IN THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL), implying that less than a year has passed since she was introduced to the mythos.

So here’s what I’m getting at: Adora can see her parents when she’ll take time off from the Great Rebellion, like for birthdays, but they never come to see her. This holds for Season 2 as well. Adam visits her again in “Day of the Flowers”, “Just the Way You Are”, “She-Ra Makes a Promise”, “Sweet Bee’s Home”, “The Inspector” and “Assault on the Hive”, as do Orko and Man-At-Arms in “Shades of Orko”.

So because King Miro wouldn’t move to Etheria to spend time with his granddaughter, Adora’s only strong connection to Etheria is her brother. From what we see on-screen, she seems to get to know Orko better than her parents.

(Note that Snout Spout and Flutterina were here together, and when Flutterina was “born”, Snout Spout appeared to be living at Castle Bright Moon. In “Day of the Flowers”, Adam tries to return him to Etheria, implying he’s the party guest who never left.)

Meanwhile, if a 65-episode season took place over less than a year, Hordak was attacking to spend time with Adora at least once a week.

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spxllcxstxr · 4 years ago

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Being Regulus Black’s Younger Sister (Version 1 - Slytherin) • Headcanon

Warnings: body insecurity and eating mention, forced eating restrictions, canon child abuse and neglect by Walburga Black, Barty Crouch Jr makes an appearance

Request: Hey maybe you could do a regulus x younger sister headcanons or fix really whatever you want to do 💖 — @nicole198205

A.N: I honestly loved writing Black sister reader...this was so fun and if you liked it too and want like a real blurb or something based on any of these bullet points, you should request it. Hope you all enjoy and I love you all ❤️

Being the only girl in 12 Grimmauld Place means that you got treated differently than your brothers

Not nicer, by any means

Different in a way that meant your mother was constantly fussing over your appearance and making sure you acted “ladylike”

When you were little it was nice

You got to spend alone time with your mother in your room, she would brush your hair and pick out frilly and elegant dresses

Sure, sometimes she would purposefully tug a little too hard on your hair causing you to yelp, but it wasn’t a big deal

Eventually, though, your mother got rougher, these mother-daughter times turning into torturous hours where she’d make snippy comments about your weight and how you should appear to certain men

You weren’t even ten years old and she was already arranging your marriage to a man that, according to the Black Family Tapestry in the Drawing Room, was a distant relative

Sure she bought you dresses, and heels, and jewels, but they weren’t for you to enjoy and it wasn’t out of love or kindness

She needed you perfect for marriage

You always ran to Regulus’ room for comfort and he was always happy to listen to you vent

“If Bella, and Cissy, and Andy can deal with it, (Y/n), so can you. You’re just as strong as they are.”

You were always closer to Regulus, maybe because he was closer to you in age or because he wasn’t as rough or brash as Sirius

While Sirius taught you curse words, Regulus taught you prose and poetry

When Sirius went off to Hogwarts, the two of you got even closer

Your mother got worse when she found out that her eldest son was sorted into Gryffindor

She had a fit that day, one that consisted of her throwing pots and pans at the walls, shattering ancient artifacts, and tearing at her own hair

You and Regulus, frightened little children, hid in his closet waiting for your father to come home to calm her down

The two of you clutched each other tight, not daring to even make a noise, scared that you might be the next thing she breaks

You and Regulus weren’t allowed to say your brother’s name and all letters were snatched away and thrown into the fireplace

He was even banned from coming home for Christmas break

The two of you were dragged to even more family gatherings and balls

You particularly were forced to split your time between hanging out and learning from the other girls and presenting yourself to the boys

At night, you would sneak into your brother’s room, seeking comfort

You would talk about Sirius and how you can’t wait to get to Hogwarts

“Hogwarts’ll be different, (Y/n). No more screaming and family obligations...” He would smile, listening to a rogue sneakoscope whir in a drawer

“You’re forgetting something, Reg.” You’d sigh. “I’ll have to be on my own for a whole year before I can join you guys.”

“Well maybe mother will let you read my letters, and I can sneak in some of what Sirius wants to tell you.”

Sirius was different when he came back home for the summer

He wasn’t afraid to push your mother’s buttons a bit harder and he certainly wasn’t afraid to run his mouth a bit more

Sirius talked like the outside world like it was the best thing ever

And while you were curious about Hogwarts and the many different sorts of people that attended, your mother made it pretty clear pretty quick that even associating yourself with your older brother was worthy of some sort of punishment

And as much as you loved Sirius, you loved playing it safe even more

You didn’t outright ignore him, you did talk to him about Bella’s new boyfriend and the new quill your father bought you

But more often than not, you were with Regulus, enjoying the time you had left together

The night before Regulus had to leave for Hogwarts, you came crying into his room

“Don’t cry, sœur, it’ll be quite alright.” He would whisper in your ear, rocking you back and forth in his arm (sœur is sister in French)

But your etiquette lessons got harder and your mother got stricter, trying to make you a Perfect Slytherin Princess

Your mother was overjoyed when she got a letter saying how Regulus was sorted into Slytherin

She gave you a glass of wine (“Because that’s what ladies drink, (Y/n)!”) and told you that Regulus was a perfect role model

Regulus sent letters every week, detailing his classes and the people in his year

He made fast friends with a Bartimus Crouch Jr

He told you how Sirius would barely talk to him in the corridors ever since the sorting

Regulus would say a quick hello and Sirius would always reply, but the older brother never went out of his way to leave his friend group for a chat

Regulus would write paragraphs about why this could be before settling on the fact that it’s because of the house difference

Sirius only sent a few letters home and each time they were burnt to ash in front of you

So Regulus was your only outlet

You would tell him about how mother was starting to restrict your meals and starting to squeeze you into dresses far too small

He would offer you comforting words and distractions by talking about school, as it was far too difficult to actually help your situation through a letter

Regulus didn’t come home for Christmas break, claiming that exams were stressing him out, especially Herbology, so he’d rather continue his studies in a school environment

So that’s how the rest of your year goes

Regulus is...different when he gets back for the summer

It’s a very slight change, you’re pretty sure you’re the only one who notices

But it’s there

A bit more reserved, a bit more secretive

Childish wonder disappearing

He no longer publicly acts afraid of your mother

“It’s Sirius’ fault he’s got grounded, (Y/n). He broke a rule, now he’s facing the consequences.”

“But Reg, he didn’t do anything wrong—“

“(Y/n)! Are you trying to encourage the downfall of the Noble House of Black?!”

And that was it

But finally you were off to Hogwarts

Regulus lets you sit with him and Barty, who wears expensive shoes like you and Reg and had a slight tic with sticking his tongue out

But he was nice nonetheless less

Turns out, they were the outcasts of the outcasts

You were welcome to join when you are sorted into Slytherin

They were sure that you were going to be sorted there already

And you were dreading it

What if you weren’t a Slytherin and ended up like Sirius?

You could barely handle your family now, there’s no way you’d be able to take the extra shit Sirius gets

The hat gives you a choice

The worst choice possible

Gryffindor or Slytherin

You end up with a hatstall of 8 minutes, constantly looking between your brothers

And you beg to be placed in Slytherin

And so you join your brother and Barty at the table of the snakes

Sirius doesn’t look at you across the Great Hall

“Hey, Reg? Did the hat give you a choice too?”

“A choice between what?”

“Slytherin and Gryffindor.”

“Don’t tell anyone you got a choice. Listen, people in this house are brutal to people like you who get choices. Don’t mention it.”

“You didn’t answer my question—“

And he never does

You spend all of your time with Regulus and Barty, the other kids in your year are kinda major assholes

Regulus helps you with your homework, always making time for you

Meet ups in the library

Chess in the common room

Barty was usually with you as well

And that’s how it goes over the next few years

Even when Regulus is busy with his own classes and him being a seeker, he’ll make time for you

You always attend his matches, cheering him on

He’s a great seeker

In your fifth year, you notice how Reg and Barty change drastically

Pulling away from you, secret meetings, dark depictions and phrases hidden in notebooks

You get worried

For the first time ever you push your way through the Marauders to talk to your brother

“Oh, the Slytherin Princess arrives! Want us to bow?” He snarks, his friends laughing

“Piss off, Sirius! It’s about Reg.”

“What about him? Did he finally stop kissing Walburga’s arse?”

“It isn’t a laughing matter!” You’re practically in tears

And he listens to you as you explain all of your concerns and he ends up agreeing that that is worrisome

“What the hell did you tell Sirius?” Regulus shouts at you in the empty common room one night

“I’m worried, Reg! You’re going all dark, like what mother wants! This isn’t you!”

“This is me, believe it or not, (Y/n)! I’m not some puppet!” He shouts at you.

“Just wait, (Y/n), you’re next. Next year, it’ll be you. You can’t escape it.”

“Sirius got out of it.” You mumble

Regulus storms out and that’s the last real conversation you have with him and Barty for a long time

You get a letter from him when you graduate, something you have to hide away from your brother and the rest of the Order

Forgive me, sœur,

RAB

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multishipper-baby · 3 years ago

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Ok so I made this silly AU but cringe culture is DEAD and I’m spiteful so:

Monster High x Danganronpa. I’m imagining two scenarios:

Either the group that experimented on Izuru also experimented on the other students (some against their will I presume) in the name of despair,

Or that they were all just born like monsters. I’m preferring the first version though, since it actually adds drama and conflict, though this second idea is also good considering how wildly their backstories could change.

So far all I’ve come up with is that:

Monokuma and the other kubz +monomi/usami became/are human. And still being assholes (with the exception of the latter)

Everyone else is a monster. Whether that’s because they were simply born that way or transformed into monsters by the group stated before (I’ll call them Lovers Of Despair for times sake) is up to the people who wanna divulge into this AU. Speaking of, they also have to hide their monsterous identities from the public, because Jim is afraid of the public response (and apparently rightly so considering that one of the movies involved humans getting freaked TF out and policemen + civilians trying to kill the monsters). Some students disagreed with him, especially Kyoko, but they listened to him anyway because it was the safest option.

^^^

Adding onto that— I decided that Makoto is a Frankenstein, Kyoko is a vampire, Byakuya is a werewolf, Toko/Jill are mummies, Aoi is a zombie, and Yasuhiro is a Sea Monster. (For the last two I considered reversing them cause it’d make more sense but I thought it’d be funnier if Yasuhiro got the sea monster attributes and Hina always argues with him about “I SHOULD’VE BEEN THE SEA MONSTER THIS ISNT FAIR” in groaning form of course lol)

I might do sprite edits later actually…

Anyway yea that’s it lol, I did my best

Ohhhh I haven't seen Monster High on forever but I do remember some stuff from it (mostly just the petty school stuff lol). And honestly I could see the students being turned into monsters more by Hope's Peak Academy than by Monokuma... We all know their instance on human experimentation cofcofIzuru.

Mostly I love the idea of werewolf Byakuya, because he's always so uptight and fancy so how would he deal with suddenly being covered by fur and having urges to do wild shit? It would be hilarious. Especially since now he and Kyoko can continue the long standing rivalry between vampires and werewolves. Also I feel really bad for Aoi, being a very active zombie sounds like it would really suck.

Also, you only included the survivors in this AU, but I think this could be expanded to the whole class (maybe as part of the Killing Game? Idk) tho I'd have to think of a lot more monsters for that. My thoughts about that are: Gorgon Celestia- I know she has vampire aesthetic, but she'd look drop dead gorgeous with eastern indigo snakes in her hair <3

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oldtowrs · 4 years ago

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hello! i just finished reading ‘lovely presence’ and i loved it!! especially the reference to obi-wan having freckles all over his back and shoulders. and idk if you do blurbs or headcanons, but if you do could you maybe do a senator!reader removing obi-wan’s jedi robes after a long day in council and senate meetings and kissing obi-wan’s shoulders? and maybe she tells him that his skin looks like a pale, softer version of the brilliant night sky? like he has stars all over his shoulders? if you don’t tho it’s fine. it’s just an idea that i loved, and that i thought you might love too. love your writing!! <33

omg i don’t think you understand, i love the headcanons that involve obi-wan with freckles. it just fits so well with his character. and in case anyone was wondering, yes i will do blurbs, but for that to happen you have to send me requests!

this really should be a fic in itself, because of how long it is, but I'll still classify this as a blurb because I definitely could've written more with this concept! please enjoy! and if anyone has any requests, send them in here!

FRECKLES LIKE STARS ——————— ˚ ⋆ ⊹ * · .

➣ an obi-wan kenobi/handmaiden!reader blurb

the sun had finally sunk below coruscant’s horizon, the city planet beginning to light up golden amongst the growing dark. it was in in that dying light of day and the soft luminescence of the city and your personal senatorial chambers, obi-wan collapsed dramatically onto your bed. a soft sigh fell from his lips as the sheets and blankets and comforters enveloping him in the plush warmth and scent of you.

‘long day, my love?’ you asked, mirth at his dramatics and concern for him melding into the softness of your tone as you began to run your fingers through those ginger-brown locks that you loved so dearly.

‘yes, quite,’ obi-wan signed, the words articulate and elegant in his delicate coruscanti basic as he turned to nuzzle his face into the warmth of your thigh, the chiffon and silk of your nightgown pleasantly caressing the skin of his face as it emanated from your form in lovely, gauzy waves. ‘master plo koon faced more interference near the bith system than anticipated.’

‘oh, yes, we heard that anakin went to help and retrieve him if need be. padmé was very concerned for his safety,’ you said, hands playing about the silvery strands that infiltrated the gilded forest of auburn, brass and gold that was obi-wan’s hair and beard. ‘senator organa was rather worried as well.’

your delicate hand moved to slip below the collar of the woolen jedi cloak and cream jedi robes that covered obi-wan’s broad chest and shoulders from view, for he had forgotten to forgo the heavy materials in his exhaustion. and while obi-wan sighed at the contact, you couldn’t help but worry over the tension that seemed to lurk beneath the skin, as if every nerve in obi-wan’s lovely body was so on edge, so ready for disaster, that relaxation was not an option.

‘obi, you’re so tense, my love,’ you said, allowing your worry to weave itself into your words, wishing more than anything that your jedi would remember to take moment for himself, to soothe his wounds and worries

'I am a master of the jedi council, I'm afraid. not being tense isn't really an option, unfortunately,’ obi-wan sighed, kissing the delicate skin of your inner arm as it snaked down the front of his robes, grazing the strong musculature and bone structure that laid beneath the warm welcome of his skin.

‘i-i could give you a massage,�� you offered timidly, your hand ghosting over his prominent collar bones to the swell of his bicep, squeezing gently at the familiar parts of him.

obi-wan’s golden eyelashes fluttered open, revealing his soft, ice-blue irises which seemed to shine with starlight at your offer.

‘oh, my darling i’d love nothing more.,’ he said, his voice quiet and slightly raspy with comfort.

and with a soft shuffle, he was sitting up, eagerly awaiting the warm, calming touch of your hands - hands which were now finding their way between his jedi robes and his cloak, slipping the latter from his shoulders gently. falling down the slope of his chest, they settled about his hips and worked to loosen the utility belt before letting that fall away too. his jedi robes were the last to go, the simple cream fabric revealing a lovely sight as it fell away and on to the heap of obi-wan’s clothes: his broad, lovely shoulders covered only by the black, sleeveless fabric of his undershirt and the pale light radiating from the city planet beyond the comfort of your quarters - the light covering him in a soft light which seemed to illuminate the of spattering of freckles about his shoulders.

a blush rose to obi-wan’s face as your gaze softened at the sight of his star-freckles shoulders. his arms were lined with muscle, defining and accentuating his bone structure as a result of years’ worth of training and fighting. but those freckles which scattered along the surface of his shoulders and faded in cascades softened his defined edges, making him softly, delicately and genuinely human.

‘you’re staring, my love’ obi-wan hummed teasingly, his gently calloused hand raising to meet the lovely curve of your cheek.

‘they’re like stars,’ you hummed softly, eyes softer than the morning sun as they followed your fingers brushing delicately over the solid, comforting curve of his shoulder, caressing the star-kissed skin. ‘they’re so beautiful.’

‘darling,’ he said, his words barely above a whisper and heated with affection as a beautiful rouge painted the canvas of his cheekbones as he dipped his head, hiding behind the auburn fringe that fell into his eyes and the soft golden eyelashes that kissed his cheek with a gentleness you could only ever hope to achieve.

‘oh don’t go all bashful on me, obi-wan,’ you teased, bringing him back into your loving orbit with a gentle hand to the back of his head and a kiss to his cheek, the roughness of the beard that decorated his jawline, his adam’s apple, his pulse, the soft line where his perfectly trimmed beard faded into the softness of his skin and finally to the freckled expanse of his shoulders- everywhere you could reach. ‘you are utterly handsome, my stars, and i know you know that - at least to some degree.’

‘oh, you flatter me so, darling,’ he hummed happily, eyes raising to look into your own longingly, lovingly - as though you were the only being that could hang the silvery strands of celestial entities in his eyes.

they were only open for a moment, however before your hands began to slip down the valley in between his shoulder blades, and back up again in succession. the soft cotton of his undershirt was the only thing between your finger tips and the freckled expanse of his back, and oh, how you wished it wasn’t there.

obi-wan, as though reading your mind, relieved himself of the final article of clothing, before throwing the pile of linen, cotton and wool in a heap on the floor, before returning himself to your loving hands, surrendering himself to the deliciously pleasant fire that flowed comfortably through his veins at your touch.

obi-wan couldn’t help but hum his delight as your hands worked, applying gentle pressure to all his points of tension. it was all he could do to keep himself from moaning happily into the curve of your collar bone as he collapsed into a warm puddle of jedi against it. he found himelf falling, melting into you, melding his softness into your own as he fell against your shoulder, pillowy lips pressing kiss after lazily, loving kiss to your exposed skin, chiffon and silk alike.

maker - your touch was heavenly, and you, heaven-sent. it was as though you were a creation of the force sent to his side to love him so wholly he felt as though he could fly among the stars you claimed were so beautifully replicated along the expanse of his soft skin. obi-wan was warm against your shoulder, and melting beneath the gentle pressure of your touch. he had found eternal pleasure in your arms, nerves alight with a delicious pleasure as your fingers dug comfortingly into the tight muscle of his neck until he had melted beneath your touch.

‘oh, my darling,’ he hummed with a voice so full of comfort it had turned dark and warm in its timbre, comfortable sighs fanning against your shoulder and neck as he turned his head to kiss a fault line of affection along your shoulder and up your neck before trailing behind your ear and into the softness of your own hair. ‘whatever would i do without you.’

‘probably work yourself to death, my love,’ you teased lightly, smilingly softly against the forehead as you tipped his head down with gentle ghosting touches, lips placing themselves against the fiery crown of auburn that was becoming increasingly messy the longer he was in your loving presence.

it was then that obi-wan's strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you up and into his lap, as he swung his legs out from beneath him. the whole time, his cerulean eyes never left your own, the eye-contact only breaking when his eyes fluttered shut to kiss the soft expanse of the skin of your own shoulders, collarbones, neck and jawline.

' I suppose that means you're stuck with me, then, darling,' he hummed, his voice soft in volume and dark and rolling like waves of pleasure as he murmured the words against your skin, lighting a fire in your heart that was so warm and so bright it would've burned the whole of kashyyyk to its core. 'because there is no way in this galaxy and the next that I would leave you alone in this universe.'

obi-wan caught your chin between a gently calloused thumb and forefinger, and settled his lips softly against the curves of your own, the softness of his beard tickling your face as you smiled into the kiss. a soft sigh escaped him and your warmth melded into his as your body curved into his for a delicate moment you wished would last forever.

but it was no more than a moment, before obi-wan's lips parted from yours, and gazed into your eyes like they held the world, like you were everything beautiful in this galaxy and he was proud to be yours -which, of course, he was.

his eyes fluttered shut once more and an expression of absolute adoration filled his features as your fingertips caressed his temples and ran into his hair, burying themselves in the auburn at the base of his neck before you rested your head against his and enjoyed the way his arms seemed to hold you even tighter to his shirtless form, his muscles rippling beneath star-kissed skin for you to feel and adore.

'perhaps,' you hummed, voice just as quite and lovely as his was only moments prior as it occupied what little air there was between you and your loving jedi. 'but being stuck with you is my life's greatest pleasure, and there's no one I would rather enjoy all the galaxy has to offer with than you, my obi-wan.'

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tsunonotarou · 4 years ago

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Hello! May i req hcs for Leona, where he's in an arranged marriage and the s/o(gender neutral is ok with me👌) thinks that the chosen partner is better than them, so the s/o started avoiding Leona? Like, how'd Leona react to this situation and what he'll do. I live for the angst so feel free to make it super angsty if you want. Thanks!!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

— how he would act when S/O avoids him because he's in an arranged marriage

notes — Hi! Thank you for requesting! This is such a good request I’m so excited to write it?? I’ll sprinkle in some angst but I’m in for a good ending today, hope you don’t mind!

— Though if you still wish for a super angsty ending, feel free to send in an ask again for that! I’ll write a separate version for you 🤭

: gender-neutral reader

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

He knew this would happen, he knew that someday the elders, the ones who have all authority over him will decide his fate, he had been chained from the moment he was born

It was when he met you that the chain started to get loose, the collar that suffocated him dropped and let him breath once again, he finally got rid of the constant nightmares and stopped hearing distant disgusting whispers, he finally get to love freely and be loved, or so he thought.

The collar tightened once more, chains wrapped around like snakes and as if biting into his flesh, but Leona could care less about it, he was used to it, but he was definitely not used to the look in your eyes, it hurt him most

What hurts him more is the way you quickly concealed your thoughts, blinking away the tears that you desperately tried to keep in, distracting him with a beautiful forced smile that broke him

The way you excused yourself, ignoring his calls and he refrained every fiber of his being to not go after you, he was selfish enough to tell you such news, the least he could do was give you the space you need

He expected you being distant from that day on, whenever you bump into him in the hallways you’d always be the first to scurry off, acting as if the two of you never knew each other

He also noticed how you never go to the botanical garden anymore—knowing you’d definitely see him there, but still, Leona held on to that tiny drop of hope that you’d come to caress his soft hair and let him lay on your lap as usual while he naps, enjoying your little hums. He waited for that miracle to happen but it never did

He thought it was over. You thought it was over. But Leona’s not letting you go, he finally found someone who cherishes him like no other, who treats him like none other than the most special, he feel loved.

He knew where you were, your intoxicating scent that drove him mad everytime, your forced laugh with friends and the sound of your soft footsteps, which gradually became louder and faster when you realize that he’s around

His grip on your wrist was surprisingly soft yet it felt desperate, he’d have you in his room in seconds, forcing you to sit down on his bed, you could hear the deep growl that he tries very hard to hide

He expected you to resist, and you did. He had tried to get his words into you but you just wouldn’t listen, it was when your resistance halted and tears start to brim the corner of your eyes, your body relaxed

He swallowed the lump in his own throat, seeing you upset was never his favorite

He gently placed a hand on your cheek and you let him, leaning in closer to his touch as this might be the last time you ever get to feel it

Your hands grabbed his and pressed yourself even further into his warm palm, his thumb caressed your cheeks in the way you love most before you rest your head against his chest and his arm wrapping around your figure to keep you close

When you had explained why you avoided him instead of spending your last moments you have with him, he could feel his heart tighten and it didn’t felt good

It hurts to see you degrading yourself and thinking you’re not enough, the way you speak so highly of the stranger that he never even thought once of and so lowly of the one he cherishes and loves, hurt him

He press a soft kiss to the crown of your head and buries his face into your hair, breathing in your scent and making you calm down

He grumbled your name, angry at you for even think of speaking about yourself like this, you were the most beautiful and perfect in his eyes, why would you ever think of things other than that? He simply did not understand

“I won’t leave you.” Your sobs halted and breath hitched when you hear those words. You raised your head to meet his green eyes, he steadied you by holding your cheeks in his hands, his touch was so warm and light, and it made you melt

Saying you were shocked is an understatement when he informs you about how he’s going to call off the marriage and that he never even agreed to it in the first place

If you’re afraid about his status as a prince would fall because of this, worry not, Leona is ready to flee to anywhere as long as he’s with you. Take the title away from him and drag his name in the mud all they want—he doesn’t care. Everything lost their value if he has to leave you to have them

After a few moments of his soft whispers and light cuddles here and there, adding some teasings from him, you’re sleeping peacefully in his arms, and he makes sure you’re comfortable and would be able to wake up with a smile tomorrow

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yaku-soba · 4 years ago

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all roads lead home

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༶•┈┈ tsukishima kei x gn!reader | angst with a hopeful ending :”)

tags/warnings: language, childhood friends, they’re exes but it gets better i promise, almost all the karasuno boys stay on in miyagi

word count: 3.7k

a/n: the edited version of an old fic i wrote for a followers event on my old blog :”) the prompt was i’ll name this city after you :D i hope yall enjoy this!!

synopsis: You want (an apology, an explanation) to forget, and to get on the next train back to Tokyo, never mind that this is your first time visiting Miyagi in two years. Tsukishima wants to quit his shitty job as an overworked barista (at your favourite cafe, as if the night shifts weren’t tormenting enough). Tadashi just wants the three of you to have lunch together again.

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The sun is setting when you step off the train and onto a platform that you haven’t laid your eyes on in nearly two years.

(It’s been a lifetime.)

The vending machine that you used to rap your knuckles against in the hopes of knocking free an extra drink is still in the corner, as dirty and forlorn as you remember. It’s oddly reassuring - in a liminal, jarring sort of way - like you’ve stepped off the train and into the past, like you’re eighteen again.

“Y/n!” Tadashi looks much the same as he had when you’d graduated high school - smile maybe a little brighter, hands a little larger. Heart still as huge as it had been when you’d left.

He holds his arms out and you jump, throwing yours around his neck. Tadashi wheezes at the sudden weight, and you laugh as his hands wrap around your waist to crush you to him by the small of your back, barely managing to keep the both of you upright.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/n.” He smiles earnestly, and you let go of his shoulders to pull at his cheeks, cooing. “Hey, stop that,” he whines, and when you refuse, he eyes you warningly, “I’ll drop you!”

You stick your tongue out at him childishly, but relent. He sets you back on the ground gently, and you turn back to pick up the bag you’d dropped.

“Come on,” he says, “let’s go home.”

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The peace doesn’t last.

You really should have known, with the way Tadashi has been sneaking glances at you on the way out of the station. You’ve known him long enough to know what that expression means - he looks at you like he has something to say, but isn’t sure if he should, and that’s perfectly fine with you.

You’re starting to think you just might make it all the way home when a corner of the night sky chips and falls away, cracking right down the middle as your best friend says softly, “You should go home.”

You freeze. You know, instantly, what - who - he’s talking about.

The betrayal stings the back of your throat like bile.

You look away, fixing your eyes angrily - you can’t help it, Tadashi knows that you hate talking about this, about him, but he’d asked anyway - on the dried leaf skittering across the abandoned playground, at the mercy of the wind.

“I am home,” you point out uncooperatively, feeling childish, “that’s why I’m back in this shithole.”

“That’s not what I meant,” your best friend says into the night air, still in that annoyingly gentle way of his that makes you want to scream into the empty streets of this empty town. You wait, an open heart raw in the world, but he says nothing more.

(Two years later, and Tadashi still reads you as easily as he had when the two of you were six and tracing the lines on your palms. Dancing on the edge of a cliff but stopping just short of falling over.)

“Y/n?” Shit, of course you’d wander into him on your first night back, the universe has a personal vendetta against you, how could you have forgotten.

Next to you, Tadashi has gone very, very silent. And still. A little like a mouse stuck between a cat and a snake; relieved to have been momentarily saved from the clutches of one, newly worried about both, and too afraid of drawing attention to run away.

You’d laugh, if it weren’t for the rage rising in the back of your throat like bile, jagged like a broken promise.

“Y/n,” the bastard behind you repeats, and the sound of your name leaving his tongue is nothing short of heartbreak, “I didn’t know you were back.”

Slowly, you turn. Tsukishima looks just as you remember - stupid glasses on a stupid face, his hair longer but no less beautiful. As aggravating as he is breathtaking.

(Something in your chest - no, not your heart - aches. You reach down and crush it between your fingers the way you used to crumple the torn pages of your notebook into little balls, to throw them at Tadashi, or-)

“Tsukishima,” your voice is even, good, “I don’t see why it’s any of your business.”

He flinches, a minute action you would have missed if you didn’t already know him better than the old callouses on your palm. Good, you think again more vindictively - except his eyes are widening just slightly in shock, two gold pools like shadowed streetlamps, and suddenly you’re eighteen again.

You’re eighteen, and in love, and you’re blind enough to say, I would do anything for you, I would scrape my knees on metaphorical sidewalks everyday for the rest of my life if I had to, just to make you smile.

You’re eighteen, and you’re foolish enough to think, I would give you the world if you asked, surely you’d let me have your heart; your tiny hometown, your little safehouse.

You're eighteen, and you’re in love - and then you realize he’s not, not the way you are, and you fall on your empty sidewalks because it hurts and it tears you apart, but most of all you hate that you still care.

You hated being eighteen.

“If that’s all you wanted to say,” you continue coldly, “I’m leaving.”

You turn on your heel, avoiding Tadashi’s eyes. You won’t make him choose - you can’t do that to him.

Tsukishima says nothing as you stalk away down the empty streets and towards the house you grew up in.

(Somehow, you’re disappointed.

You tell yourself it’s because it’s been a long day.)

“Y/n, wait!” Tadashi calls, and you lengthen your strides angrily even as you hear him puffing up the slight incline behind you. “Y/n!”

“What,” you hiss, stopping short. You don’t turn - you don’t want to check if Tsukishima’s still there.

(You’ve seen enough of his back to last you a lifetime.)

“Are you okay?” Your best friend asks, and you look at him in disbelief.

“I thought you were on his side,” you say dumbly, before realizing that that’s a road that leads to ugly places.

“I’m not on anyone’s side,” Tadashi says diplomatically before you can try to apologize, “I just want us - the three of us - to have lunch together again.”

You scoff, and start walking, adjusting your bag. “Sure, I’ll text Hinata, I’m sure he won’t mind as long as we agree to volleyball practice with him first.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Tadashi says for the second time tonight, this time with a hint of frustration, “and you know it.”

“I do,” you acknowledge, “the same way you know that I want nothing to do with the four-eyed bastard.”

“You liked his glasses,” he tells you indignantly, catching up with you easily, “you used to steal them-”

“Liked, used to,” you snarl as the taut string of your patience finally snaps, “as in past tense. Leave if you’re just going to torment me. We both know I’ll get enough of it once I’m back home.”

Tadashi falls silent at that. A small part of you feels guilty, till you remember that it’s not your fault that he’d chosen to drag up old, unpleasant memories from beyond the grave, where you’d buried them.

“Do you want me to stay for dinner?” He asks finally. An olive branch.

You throw him a tense smile. “If you’d like.”

“Okay,” he breathes, and it’s like you’re looking at six year-old Tadashi again - young, painfully innocent, apologetic. “Okay, I’d like to. It’s been two years, after all.”

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(You still think of him.

You could be baking in your kitchen in your apartment in Tokyo and all you can see is the curling steam of buns he bought at Sakanoshita store after practice. You could be walking past an electronics store and you’d find yourself looking at the TV screens, half-wondering if they replay the matches from a no-name high school in a far-away part of Japan.

They never do.

It doesn’t stop you from seeing in your mind’s eye the surge of a block, the curve of taped fingers.)

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Because the universe hates you, you run into Tsukishima again, just a day into your brief return to Miyagi.

Walking through the glass doors of what had once been your favourite cafe and not paying attention to anything beyond one feet of you as you text Hinata that you’re there early, you don’t immediately notice that the barista has frozen in place.

You look up.

Tsukishima is staring at you, a carton of milk in one hand, the other resting on the blender. Even against the battered machine, his fingers are painfully elegant.

(Bandaged fingers against red and green and white. Pale fingers entwined with your own. A flash of memory, too painful to be anything but a curse.)

“Y/n?” He says, and it’s too much, it sounds so much like the way he’d said your name when you were seventeen, when you were eighteen, that your heart stutters and does a few flips on its way up your throat. A bad habit you never quite managed to get rid of.

You turn around, and walk back the way you’d came.

The bell tinkles mockingly as the door swings shut behind you.

“Y/n?” You flinch, but it’s just Hinata. “I knew it! It really is you, Y/n!” Hinata, bless him, beams. Then, as his eyes fall to your white-knuckled grip on your phone, he asks, “Is something wrong?”

Nothing, you want to say, let’s go for brunch, shall we? Instead, what comes out is, “You didn’t tell me he worked here.” It ends up sounding a tad accusatory. You only regret it a little.

“Oh, Tsukishima?” He asks casually, and you barely resist the urge to flinch at the name, “Sorry, I forgot.” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, and - it looks genuine. Hinata’s a terrible liar; you’d know if he was pulling a fast one on you.

You sigh. It’s not even eleven in the morning, and you want to go home. “It’s fine,” you reassure him, even though it’s very much not, “let’s just find somewhere else to eat.”

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“Do you have to leave?” He’s leaning against the door to your room, but there’s no relaxation in his posture. With his arms crossed and his brows furrowed, his face shut like a window screen, all Tsukishima looks is aggressive.

Something about the way he says have to, like it’s something unreasonable and selfish that you can’t let go of, grates on your nerves.

(Sometimes, when Tsukishima gets like this, he makes you feel small. More childish than child-like.)

“It’s a good opportunity for me,” you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve said those six words, in that order, “and it’s a scholarship, too.” You can’t quite keep the irritation out of your voice.

This is good for you, why can’t he just see that?

“Oh, so you’re one of those,” your boyfriend says, and there’s something ugly in his sneer that has you recoiling, “just going to-to up and leave, aren’t you? Build a new life for yourself in the fancy city now that you’re too good for this nowhere town in a no-name prefecture?”

You frown, properly frustrated now. “I’m not severing ties,” you say, “I know being in different prefectures will be tough, but it’s something that we can work around.”

You hate that it almost sounds like you’re pleading. You shouldn’t have to.

“We’re still in the same country - it’ll be easier to visit and call each other, with no time-zone differences in the way.”

Tsukishima laughs. It’s as sharp as the broken glass of a shattered photo frame. “Yeah, like I don’t know how these stories go.”

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Tsukishima sighs as eight p.m finally hits and he can turn the open sign on the door to closed.

He goes through the routine that comes with working the last shift mindlessly - wiping down the tables and counters, pushing the chairs back into their neat places.

(He wonders how long you’ll be in Miyagi.)

The trash bag crinkles as he ties it up, dragging it behind him to the back door.

He’s only just hefted it into the dumpster specifically for un-recyclables when someone punches him in the face. Hard.

His glasses go flying, his annoyance skyrockets, and he barks, “What the hell?”

“I should be saying that!” His assaulter yells right back at him, “What the heck, Tsukishima?”

At the familiar voice, he stops, a retort on his tongue.

Tsukishima squints, and the person who’d punched him shifts, hair glowing orange in the flickering light of a half-dead streetlamp.

Ah, it’s the annoying, tiny boy.

“What do you want,” Tsukishima says as flatly as he can muster, even as his stomach sinks and he knows, he knows what Hinata is here to talk about. “Hinata.”

Hinata only grows more upset. Then he squares his shoulders and says, cold and unforgiving, “You didn’t tell Y/n.”

Tsukishima’s blood freezes in his veins. Suddenly, it’s the last set and the last point against Shiratorizawa, and the air is so thick and the eyes so cutting that he can’t move.

“You didn’t apologize.” Hinata steps forward till they’re chest-to-chest, and Tsukishima doesn’t need his glasses to know that Hinata’s eyes are accusatory and angry. “Y/n came back and you still didn’t apologize.”

I know, he thinks, I know I fucked up. Tsukishima isn’t dumb; even if Hinata hadn’t said it, he knows he should have gone after you last night.

(He should have gone after you two years ago.)

He thinks Hinata already knows what he’s feeling. It’s not a pleasant thought.

Tsukishima deals with this the only way he knows how, even as a voice that sounds like yours, small and heartbroken, says, don’t do it, not again.

“It’s not your business,” he snaps, tone disdainful enough to cover his regret, and it reminds him of your words; it sinks into his flesh like a knife cutting into pliant bread, it tugs him apart like a million tiny hooks, “don’t stick your nose into things you don’t understand.”

“I understand enough,” Hinata hisses right back, “to know that you hurt Y/n and that you never bothered to apologize.”

He pauses before going in for the kill. “And I know that you know that Y/n knows that it was complete bullshit. All you’ve managed to do is hurt the both of you.” Cocking his head slightly, he adds, the edge to his voice mostly gone, “And Tadashi-kun. All of us, really.”

Tsukishima opens his mouth to argue, but - he doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know what he can say, because nothing Hinata has said is wrong.

It’s not surprising - Tsukishima has known all of this for a very long time. He’d been deliberately ignoring it in the hopes that it would gather dust and fade into some distant corner of his mind.

I’m just as much of a coward as I was two years ago, he thinks, and he still remembers the way your tears had caught the sun that terrible day in your bedroom, he remembers turning away so he didn’t have to look at the promise he’d broken.

Hinata sighs, and trudges in the direction Tsukishima’s glasses had flown in, bending to rummage about on the ground.

Tsukishima takes this brief moment of quiet to get his feelings under control before his body decides to do something uncooperative and ridiculous. Like leaking tears.

“Don’t break things you don’t intend to fix,” Hinata says into the silence as he hands Tsukishima his glasses. The barbed words he’d been trying to find die on his tongue. He slips his glasses on just to have something to do with his hands, and immediately wishes he’d just stayed half-blind instead.

Hinata’s eyes aren’t angry, or even disgusted. They’re disappointed, and that makes everything so much worse.

Tsukishima loses control of his body. He opens his mouth, closes it.

What could he even say? It’s not Hinata that he owes an apology to.

“Thanks,” he says instead. Hinata nods and smiles.

(“Y/n misses you,” Hinata says later, as they’re walking down the street. He offers no elaboration, but it’s enough.)

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“I’m sorry,” Tadashi says as the last whistle for your train blows and Tsukishima still isn’t here, “you know how Tsukki is on the weekends, he might have slept in-”

“Till four in the afternoon?” You raise a brow. Tadashi’s mouth snaps shut, his face stuttering, and you sigh. He shouldn’t be apologizing.

“It’s fine,” you say, as you step onto the train. You take your heart into your hands and rip it apart like a party favour.

Tadashi, and the rest of the Karasuno team, waves at you long after the doors have shut and the train departed.

You watch them through the window till they fade into shadows into specks into sky, and you know that you won’t be coming back for a long time.

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You’re only in Miyagi for the weekend.

It’s been nice, seeing everyone again. You’d even had dinner with the rest of the team.

(Tsukishima hadn’t been there.)

But the weekend has come to a close, and now it’s just you and Tadashi on the platform again. You experience a dizzying sense of deja vu.

“Will you visit again?” Your best friend asks, and you tear your gaze from the tracks to meet his eyes.

(You know what Tadashi is really asking.)

“Maybe,” you answer after a pause, “you’re my friend, after all. And I won’t put it past Hinata to get lost in Tokyo.”

Tadashi smiles in understanding.

You feel terrible. All you’ve been giving him is compromises.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally, glancing to the old vending machine on the opposite platform out of habit, “but I just-”

“He misses you,” Tadashi cuts in, “and I think he wants to apologize.”

His words take you aback. Then, “He wants to apologize,” you repeat, and it’s like you’re eighteen again, “but Tsukishima’s too proud for it, isn’t he?”

“Tsukki’s changed,” Tadashi mumbles, “maybe next time-”

“Y/n!” The both of you turn at the voice.

The breath rushes out of your lungs. A boy with hair like sunlight and eyes like gold coins catches his, bent over with his hands on his knees, a glowing figure in the middle of a dreary platform.

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For you, Tsukishima has always been synonymous with Miyagi.

Miyagi with the pork buns, with the school full of crows. The prefecture with the hills and the mountains, the small stores and marts run by ex-volleyball players.

Miyagi, your hometown, where the sky above and the grass below and the people beside you had witnessed you asking a boy for the second button of his gakuran at graduation. Your little safehouse of dreams dreamt of flight.

Tsukishima was the boy with the gakuran whose second button you had wanted. He’d been the boy with the glasses you’d hated on anyone else but him, the boy who had dreamt of the endless blue with his feet still on the ground.

He’s the boy you see in every empty, half-lit street at midnight, and behind every fading sign. The lamps in every lit house become his eyes, golden like the light of a possibly-dead star, and every window reflects the shine of his glasses. Like a haunting - a boy becomes a town becomes a memory.

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“What do you want?” You ask when it becomes clear that Tsukishima isn’t going to break the silence. “My train’s coming soon.”

(Tsukishima has always been Miyagi to you.

You don’t really want the train to come. Not when you’re finally about to get a goodbye two years overdue.)

“I’m sorry,” the boy with the glasses that you had liked, the boy with the gakuran whose second button you had held in your palm like he’d held your heart, says finally. “I was afraid.”

He doesn’t say what of. You already know, and for now, it’s enough that he’s here at all.

“You were too proud,” you tell him softly, “I was willing to be afraid together.”

This isn’t anything new either. Tsukishima isn’t dumb. He must have known.

“Did you regret it?” You ask as the train pulls into the station.

The boy who is Miyagi to you smiles. “I’m glad you got the scholarship.” His eyes are bright. His hair is a little longer, now.

You step forward as the last whistle blows in warning, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You turn, getting onto the train with a backwards wave.

The doors close.

The boy who is pork buns and dimly lit streets holds up a hand even as he fades into the distance, joined by a shorter silhouette.

They get smaller and smaller until they’re shadows, then specks, then nothing but sky.

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For you, Miyagi has always been a boy.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been - there’s Tadashi, after all, and your senpais.

You tear your safehouse down brick by brick. You hand one to everyone you’ve ever talked to in Miyagi, to everyone you’ve ever loved.

Tsukishima is joined by Tadashi, and the homeroom teacher who’d confiscated most of the balled-up notes passed between the three of you in class. You add Hinata, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Sugawara; you build a volleyball court and see crows in the sky.

Miyagi is Tsukishima is Karasuno is volleyballs is the sting of skinned knees on dimly-lit streets.

(Tsukishima’s contact is still saved in your phone. You had never been able to bring yourself to delete it.

You think about your next holiday break. You think about the extra shifts at your part-time job you’ll have to take in order to afford the train tickets.)

You miss Miyagi. You’re relieved that you’re allowed to admit to yourself that you miss Miyagi, now.

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