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Genshin Men react to Their Thirsty fanart?đ
Ooooooo oh my gosh I love this!!! I hope you liked the characters I picked! If you'd like to see others just let me know! <3
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{àŒ»~Reacting to their thirsty fanarts~àŒș}
A/n: Slightly suggestive! A lot of characters this time because I went alittle crazy! (None of the artwork in this is mine! If you look in the reblogs the artists names are there! All credit goes to them and thank you again to that person who sourced them for me!)
(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, Wanderer, Kazuha, Childe and Neuvillette!)
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đàŒDiluc:
Diluc would clear his throat, inspecting the picture while his cheeks became tinted with a light pink colour, his hand running through his firey red hair as he tried to think of what to say, settling with a safer answer. "Well...this is certainly a very amazing piece of artwork. It does however seem a bit...suggestive...flattering yes, but not very true to life. I've personally never held my claymore in that way or sat in that particular.. position. Still, I thank you respectfully for taking your time to draw me...even if it might have given others a bit to much...inspiration."
đàŒLyney:
Lyney would take one look at the picture, a smirk playing on his lips as his violet eyes clouded over with mischief and flattery, possibly even a tad bit of lust, "Seems I've caught the attention of some incredible artists, their work is truly magnifique! Hmm..., because they've drawn me so beautifully and one of the main things a magician is supposed to do is please his watchers, I'll do a little comparison between the art and myself...so you can all see it for real~" He'd tip his hat before starting to recreate the pose, arching his back slightly and winking in your direction, his finger up against his mouth as he shushed you, his other hand holding the ace of hearts just right so you could see it. Seems he enjoys the attention the fanarts give him, even to the point of hoping everyone will creat more~
đàŒAlbedo:
(...is he wearing bottoms in this picture? Cause like I'm not gonna lie...I'm not really sure...)
"Goodness..." Albedo would stare at the artwork of himself for a moment, trying to collect his words as even his pale skin turned cherry red. His voice would be shaky because of his flustered state and he'd mess up words whenever he glanced at the picture, but eventually he'd manage to say this,"I don't really know where t-to begin, I mean the art itself is impeccable, v-very stylised...and ehem...the artist clearly...k-knows their anatomy. I-...thank you for drawing me." He'd look away, his heart racing in his chest and his mind plagued with new thoughts like...would he actually look good in that situation...would people want to see it...should he...try it?
đàŒWanderer:
Wanderer would look at the picture, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth hanging open for a second, "W-what the hell is this?!? Why am I w-wet in it??? Perverts!" He'd clench his hands into fists, putting on quite the show as he tossed the drawing behind him and stomped away like he's just been highly offended...even though deep down, he found it slightly...appealing. To think someone actually had the nerve to draw him so scandalously...perhaps he'd have to find the artists who had done so, just to show them how wrong of a choice they'd made~
đàŒKazuha:
"Oh my..." Kazuha would say, a blush spreading across his face and his calm personality faltering for just a second, before he quickly recomposed himself, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he chose the best words to say, "The art is very beautiful, I must say they've flattered me alot though...I don't truthfully look like that...not nearly as handsome. As for the marks...on the n-neck, I don't currently have any..." He'd probably mean that last sentence as a means to say he wasn't currently in a relationship, but to anyone who had heard it...they took it as a invitation to give him some~
đàŒChilde:
Childe would smile happily, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed and his chest slightly puffed up with pride, "Comrades please, you all make me blush, the art is wonderful and in no small part because I'm in it...,but I assure you the real thing is better. I win, even in regards to myself.." He'd wink at you, leaving you captivated by his charm even though what he had said sounded silly.
đàŒNeuvillette:
Neuvillette would look at the art for awhile, his purple hued eyes widening as he scanned it into his memory and rested his chin in his hand, his long white hair drapping over his shoulders as he wondered if someone had caught him changing, since how could they make something so accurate otherwise... "Apologies, but where did you get this again? The drawing itself is indeed very beautiful and well crafted, I believe the artist who made this should be very proud...I'm just curious how they know what I look like shirtless...and who else might know as well."
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little vi drabble ⊠tryin things out ! âĄ
vi was the best friend a girl could ask for. she always made sure to do her normal best friend duties. like, open jars for you that were too tight, listen to your excited rambles, reach things off the top shelf, finger you when you were in a bad mood. you know, regular bestie duties.
but thereâd been no time for that, not lately anyway. caitlyn was always there. caitlyn, who was really proving herself to be kind and empatheticâ but you couldnât help but harbour a deep irritation everytime she spoke. more specifically, everytime she spoke to vi.
youâd been in a shitty mood all day, not cut out for the intense parkour and insanity that vi was so effortless in â and whilst there was usually a totally quick fix to this problem (involving your best friends middle and ring finger) you were in no place to be receiving, not with her hanging around.
you couldnât help but well up when the scruffy red head dropped her hands down onto your shoulders, demanding your attention. caitlyn stood by the door, arms folded over her chest nervously.
âi need you to stay behind and hold down the fort. weâre not gonna be gone longer than a day, but i need you to tell me youâre gonna stay right here. where youâre safe.â she stressed, eyes wide and concerned. you wanted to argue, but you knew it wasnât up for debate with her. not after what happened to powder.
instead, your concerns drifted over to the tall, pale woman by the door. âyouâre going with her?â you let the brattiness slip out. you didnât mean to, but you couldnât help feel left out. a tension rolled over the room like summer heat and vi scratched the back of her head, turning to caitlyn.
âyou wanna wait outside? iâll be out in a minute.â she sighed, voice softer now as she had picked up on your mood. the newbie gave her a nod, offering you an awkward parting smile before scurrying away. vi turned back to you, giving you a look. âwhat, you jealous now?â she teased, lips tugging up as she stepped closer toward you.
you huffed out your nose, bottom lip sticking out as you shrugged. she faltered, softening a little.
âi know what you need.â she stepped closer into your space, fingers looping into your belt loops. you gazed up at her, wide eyed â following her every move. âand you know i wanna give it to you⊠but we have to go.â she sighed, voice raspy with need. you couldnât help but let out a quiet whine from the back of your throat. she chuckled, rolling her eyes. âi know.â
she stepped away, giving you an obvious once over. when the pout didnât remove itself from your face at the promise of her returning to you tomorrow and making you feel good, her shoulders dropped a little. âyou really donât like her?â
you shrugged one more, and you knew you were being childish. but you couldnât admit you were jealous â you were best friends, over everything. you didnât want to ruin things. âguess i just donât like it when other people steal my nickname.â you mutter and she squints, brain wracking itself for context. she realised, and her brows straightened out.
âis this because i called her cupcake?â
you said nothing, lifting your shoulders in a theatrical shrug this time making her resist an amused eyeroll.
âcome on, that was a joke.â she laughed. you refused to lighten up, feeling more and more embarrassed as the conversation unfolded. you should definitely just stop talking. when you didnât laugh, she stepped towards you again, catching your gaze and holding your doe eyed one with her own firey leer. her strong hand caressed your tummy, before sliding smoothly down your waistband, surpassing your underwear and cupping your hot cunt. you sucked in a shaky breath when her middle finger circled around your entrance, collecting the moisture gathered by your frustrated mood.
she pulled her hand out sooner than youâd have liked, your eyes glued to hers as she stuck the finger in her mouth, sucked it clean before pulling off with an obscene pop. âyou know thereâs no one sweeter than you, cupcake.â
frozen, your eyes didnât move from her lips as you spoke softly. âare you seducing me into not being mad at you?â
her face scrunched in offence. âi would never do that!â you didnât miss the sly smile and charming head tilt afterwards. âwhy, is it working?â
you sighed, coming back to yourself as you pushed her away gently. she chuckled, softly gripped your chin for a moment before detaching and walking backwards away from you now. come back, come back, come back.
âwell, i better go.â
âyouâre mean.â you shake your head, hiding your smile as you cross your arms stubbornly.
âyou love it.â she grins charmingly, turning around to walk towards the door. you watch her toned back move, lusting.
âno. i hate you.â you breathe out, distracted. when she reaches the door, she spins around on her heelâ her smirk morphing into another expression of faux-offence, a hand clutching her chest over her heart.
âouch. tough talk from someone whoâs gonna be folded like a pretzel tomorrow when i get home.â she smirked, watching the way you gape at the vulgar imagery. âsee ya, princess.â she winks before swinging herself out the door and away.
tomorrow couldnât come sooner.
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Hiding Place
(( @daily-writing-challenge February 2023, Day 6, Devoted, Trauma, CW: none))
Turoxxien snarled as she blasted open the collapsed cave enterance, sending her tarasek minions scattering. The magics of the dragonflights subsided back into her scales as she stalked forward, full of fury. "Get in there and find that dwarf! I will have that relic she stole in the name of the Sundered Flame, or I will take out my anger on you!" she bellowed, urging her followers forward. The fires of anger still burned under her scales, she had been so -close- to the relic when that dwarf girl had run through and snatched it. The pursuit had been harrowing, but they'd finally cornered the dwarf in this cave when an explosion had collapsed the entrance. Turoxxien sneered with joy when she looked around though, there were no exits, aside from a few small cracks that allowed water to flow in. "You've led me on a merry chase, dwarf, but it's over! If you want to survive, show yourself and give me the relic, and your weapons, and I -may- choose mercy!"
"Missstress, there's no one in here! She may have fooled us with an illusion!" one of her minions reported, bowing and scraping before her, before jumping back from a firey blast.
"Impossible! I am no easy dupe for such magics! I know she's in here!"
"I am sorry mistress, but we've searched everywhere! The only living beings in here are the hornswogs!" the minion explained, cowering and pointing at the trio of dragon-frogs. Turoxxien snarled as she regarded the creatures. They were so common and stolid that as far as she was concerned they were just part of the topography. Two red-scaled and one black-scaled hornswogs sat at the back of the cave, their blank expressions completely ignoring the tarasek that crawled about, lifting up comically small rocks and digging in the dirt in search of their prey.
Turoxxien felt the rage building again, as she looked into the eyes of the hornswogs. The complete lack of care of anything around them, the confidence and fearlessness made her angry. She stalked up to the creatures, baring her teeth and letting flames dance on her lips. The hornswogs looked on placidly, the blackscaled one stupidly letting part of its tongue just sit between its lips. "RRRAGH!" Turoxxien bellowed, blasting at the roof and turning on her heel. "Enough of this! Get out there and find that dwarf if it's the last thing you do!"
The tarasek scattered into the wilds to continue their hunt. Furious at her failure, Turoxxien finally left the cavern herself, swearing vengeance on all dwarf-kind for this insult. After several minutes, the black-scaled hornswog, looking at the others conspiratorially, opened his mouth, ejecting a very drool covered Lorellai. She removed her breathing mask, and took a gulp of fresh air, then looked down at the viscous hornswog drool that now coated her from head to toe. "Good boy, Stroganoff, very good boy, not swallowin' meh. Now, if yeh promise not t' tell anyone about this part, I'll get yeh some extra special treats, how's that sound?"
Stroganoff burbled happily, licking his dwarf with his big sticky tongue. Lorellai giggled and gave her big froggy buddy a hug. "That's a good boy, come on, let's get outta here."
#drogar writes#lorellai truthhammer#Stroganoff is her Hornswog pet and the star of every raid night#A very devoted boy
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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging ïżŒwith pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. âYou donât need to be scared of me, kitten.. pleaseâ
your little acts of favoritism werenât necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.
it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.
on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.
eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.
you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.
so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. Heâd even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy âIâm gonna kill a villainâ smile.
And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.
But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didnât even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.
Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldnât interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so youâll be forced to talk to Aizawa.
This is one of those times.
Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and theyâd only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the⊠other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.
Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.
His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, youâd given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldnât manage to find him, and you were so hungry.
âOh- hey honey, I didnât know you were up. Do you need something?â He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.
âIâm- im looking for daddy. Where is he.â You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldnât get mad, because it is t your fault taht youâre just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, Iâm Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.
âOh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!â He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.
âI- no. Iâm- im hungry-â you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you couldâve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while youâd at there bored. Not caring, at all.
âOh- well you shouldâve told me sooner kitten, if Iâd known I would be up already. Cmon, letâs go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlierâ he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient⊠he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.
Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.
The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didnât know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.
Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.
âWhoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. Iâm not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten⊠you donât have to be scared of meâ he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasnât a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you werenât even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, youâd stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt⊠nice.
âI-Iâm sorry. Iâm being stupid againâ You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head⊠you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.
Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldnât feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.
âNo hon, itâs not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and itâs not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know thatâ he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didnât flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldnât.
âI- um- I love you⊠to?â You spoke, more of a question than anything, youâd spent so long Harding him that you didnât know if you even could love him, it didnât even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said âswoopity swoopâ and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one⊠huh.
âWell, letâs go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, Iâll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, letâs goâ he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut⊠you Jsut liked it.
Well⊠now weâll just have to wait and see whoâs the favorite
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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)
Iâm thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because Iâm litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one⊠so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do Iâm begging)
Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!
#platonic obsession#platonic yandere#soft yandere#yandere my hero academia#yandere platonic#yandere#yandere poly#yandere erasermic#yandere Aizawa#yandere hizashi#yandere hizashi yamada#yandere shouta aizawa#yandere present mic#yandere eraserhead#yandere x reader
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So I was inspired by @mrpenguinpants (go check out their work I'm referring to below this paragraph) and wanted to do another genshin fic. The interactions here can be anything you want it to mean (besides qiqi ofc). Also this is very self indulgent.
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Warnings: Self hatred, self loathing, blood, depressing thoughts ig(?), momentary oblivion of you squint.
Also I'm on mobile so I'm so sorry for not being able to add a read more option!
Somehow you knew without knowing. You said things without needing to say it. A vessel of purity and wholeness. You had so much to give.
But how much was too much?
Qiqi called yours name on a rather sunny day. You were just about to head to Bubu Pharmacy when she ran up to them.
"Could you help me pick herbs? We always go together."
You knew what she meant in ways she couldn't convey. You were special to her, to everyone. You weren't aware of it though.
Knowing the worth of others was easier than knowing the worth of yourself.
"Of course, Qiqi, I'll always have time for you."
Qiqi loved your smile. It felt familiar. Qiqi saw you as an older sibling. She loved you in ways she couldn't express.
"I'm only good to be your ladder though! You know I'm not good with naming herbs!"
On a cooler day, Zhongli called you to have some tea with him. The both of you sat at a teashop watching the harbor through the open window.
The gentle breeze touched all uncovered parts of your skin. The smell of the sea dancing underneath your nose. The sunset painting a melancholic picture.
"The ocean looks sad today."
Zhongli looked at you rather confusedly. After promptly sipping his tea he responded.
"How can an ocean look sad? Something so old shouldn't be humanized."
The last sentence was more for himself than anything. You didn't know, but he sometimes loathed himself for all he'd done. He wondered if all the blood spilt was worth it.
You reminded him of Guizhong, so ready to see things in a new light without judgement. He often hears you sing to glaze lilies around Qingce.
"How could we forget what all the ancients did for us?"
A day after some much needed rain, you spotted Ganyu. Busy as ever, she was handling the unending work she often received. You decided to help out.
"Good morning, Ganyu. You seem to be someone who'd appreciate and extra pair of hands."
The joking atmosphere seemed to help lift the weight more than your hands. Ganyu giggled a bit.
"Some help would be much appreciated."
The rest of the day didn't feel like work. Ganyu felt the days of her childhood rushing back to her. Days without worry or work. Everything felt warmer, the sun began peeking its head out of the clouds.
"I'll do my best."
You visited Hu Tao on a gloomy day. The clouds were gray and it looked as if it was about to rain. You entered the doors of the funeral parlor with the permission of the ferrylady.
Unfortunately, Hu Tao wasn't feeling very Hu Tao that day. Walking into her office, she seemed lost in thought.
"Hu Tao?"
The gift of candies laud forgotten on the desk. You moved to place a hand on her shoulder. A gesture of your listening presence.
"They're just pranks, and I'm just trying to get business. Like everyone else, its just...different."
Pulling her in for a hug, just being a strong unbreakable pillar for her sake.
"They don't see all the things you do behind the scenes. That makes them immature, not you. I don't think they know why you do the things you do, and you know what? That's okay. You know what you're doing, and that's the best thing you could do. You're doing so well."
Liyue knew you so so well. An unbreakable pillar. A foundation that so many people needed.
What would happen if you ever crumbled? Well, that could never happen.
You visited Xiao on a rainy day. No heavy downpour, just a normal pitter-patter kind of rain.
You held a new dish in your hands, thinking that Xiao should try a new dish. Not to 'be more human' but to just try a different taste of life.
"Why are you still coming here? Its a long way from the harbor."
You simply smiled at the ground and put down the dish. Too afraid to sit on the railing, you opted for the floor.
"Being lonely isn't fun."
"As I thought, you're still so blind. Loneliness is my only company."
You laughed for a moment.
"Guess I should change my name to loneliness then."
You dared not to look at the mighty yaksha. You were just a pathetic human after all. Letting the dish sit in your lap, you outstretched your arms behind you.
"And you can't go around telling people they're blind! We all see things differently. You might think you need to spend eternity in loneliness, but we all crave to be loved or appreciated. Xiao, you're stuck with me."
You closed your eyes and turned towards Xiao, giving him a smile.
You felt the dish being taken from your lap and heard him sit next to you.
He began eating the warm soup.
Today was a bad day to go out. Heavy rain and a dark atmosphere. But you had commissions knocking against your income. You were preoccupied with something else though.
Everyone's busy. I really need some help but everyone's busy and I don't want to bother them.
You admired Qiqi for braving through her life as best as she could.
You admired Zhongli for his wise and comforting views on life.
You admired Ganyu's persistence in her work, but most importantly in herself.
You admired Hu Tao for being herself even when others shamed her for it.
You admired Xiao for living through such mundane life, day after day.
You wanted to be just like them, but you just couldn't do it on some days.
You wanted to hide. You wanted to bitch about your day. You wanted to give up. You wanted to hide yourself to avoid judgement. You wanted something different. Someone different.
Someone who wasn't you.
You never looked as good as everyone else. Your voice never sounded right. Your never seemed to be mentionable or noteworthy. And on some days you were okay with that.
Am I really going to be another grain of salt?
You trudged through the thick mud, ignoring the blisters on your feet. The rain seemed to taunt you as it settled in your clothes, your bones.
All you could taste was steel. You couldn't remember the last meal you ate. You felt so tired. You wanted to just stop everything.
But how could you? How could you when everyone else went on? It was just one last commission. They all have so much on their plate, you couldn't burden them anymore.
But your lungs burnt, you couldn't feel your fingers on your right hand. Where was your weapon? When did you lose your bag?
Why were your eyes so blurry? Everything sounded so loud. You just wanted to sleep. You were tired. You were trying so hard.
Why was it so fucking hard?
Why couldn't you do it? Why were you always so unsure? Why didn't you work as well as the others? Your feet moved by themselves. They weren't going fast enough. Your body wasn't good enough.
You're not enough.
You think you're at your destination. You don't know. Everything feels so unclear. Everything feels wrong.
Then there was warmth on your back. It was so warm, so comforting. It finally lulled you to sleep.
The millileth pulled the mitachurl's firey axe from the back of your corpse.
You were confused when you woke up. A girl with brown hair and a hat was frantically calling someone. You were in a lobby of sorts. There were others talking about people who left. They didn't look like people. They were see through.
See through just like you.
"Aiya! Why aren't you listening to me you idiot! You scared us! What happened?"
The girl seemed to be the only normal person here. Suddenly you felt like you've been ripped from that foggy place.
People were calling the same person's name again. Over and over. You were just trying to continue sleeping when you were violently shaken.
"Hey! Whats your problem!"
You shook the person off of you. A young man with a green tattoo and dark hair. A taller man with amber eyes and brown hair. A woman with horns and silky looking blue hair. That girl from before who wore the hat. A small girl with light purple hair and had a talisman on her hat.
"You're alive! Thank the archons! We were so worried when we heard the news! " The lady with the horns looked as if she was about to cry. You felt bad but the tension was awkward.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are."
Ty for reading! Leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed it! I hope some of yall picked up the hidden meanings hehehe~
Part two here:
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Bakusquad and skirts
Bakugou Kastuki
Hella embarrassed at first.
Heâs never worn anything like this before!
It just feels so weird being able to feel the soft breeze between his thighs all of a sudden
Luckily Kiri is there to encourage him (along w/ the rest of the squad)
After some time (and lots of compliments), mans will start feeling a lot less awkward
Like his confidence is suddenly through the roof??
Acts like he was never even shy about it in the first place
Compliment him and heâll give you a scoff and grumble out a small,âthanksâ or, âwhateverâ as he turns away from you trying to hide his red face (unfortunately his ears give him away)
Insulting or teasing him will result in a swift blast to face accompanied by a loud, âPISS OFF ASSWIPE!â
Overall not the worst or most embarrassing thing Baku couldâve done
Kirishima Eijiro
Also very embarrassed (his face is as red as hair)
Feels kinda self-conscience at first
Really afraid the wind will blow his skirt up so heâs constantly pulling it down
Quickly gets used to it and actually enjoys having some breeze on his legs (especially when it gets hot)
Likes to twirl around and watch his skirt sway with him. It looks so cool!
Feels manly ass hell flexing in his short, frilly skirt that shows off his thigh muscles
Give this man any compliment and heâd get all nervous again
Heâd say stuff like,âaw thanks man!â while rubbing the back of his neck or he may even remark that,âyouâd look good in a skirt tooâ if you donât wear them that often
If you tease him he wonât be too bothered. He knows how to take a joke unlike someone
Just donât do it too much or you might actually hurt his feelings
Now insulting him will actually hurt his feelings and put a damper on his confidence
Guess he doesnât look as good as he thought..
The squad will be there in seconds to cheer this man up againÂ
And moments later his confidence will be back and heâd be flexing throughout the day again to show off more of his manliness
No further negative comments can ruin this guys mood!
Kaminari Denki
Feels confident af
He looks good and he knows it
Wearing a skirt is so freeing
And comfortable
Poses for any photo like a magical girl or a model (and makes sure to show off his legs)
Struts around in school with his head held high and a smug look on his face knowing that everyoneâs staring cause he just looks this charming (but really theyâre staring cause of his overzealous model walk and weird facial expression)
Flirts with girls more now and even tries to flirt with a couple guys
How can anyone possibly resist his charm when heâs just so attractive???
Legit feels like he can get anything or anyone in his skirt
Compliments will lead to excessive flirting and pick up linesÂ
Any insults or negative comments wonât even faze this man,âyou donât really think that...youâre just jealous!â âtoo bad, youâll never look as good as me.â
Ashido Mina
Has no problem wearing the skirt itself because she wears one normally anyway
Also has probably worn frilly skirts before so itâs nothing out of the ordinary for her
Will still feel empowered af while wearing it though
Like Kaminari, she flaunts her stuff the whole day because she knows she looks cute as hell
Wonât be as in youâre face about it as him tho but will make subtle remarks to fish out more compliments from her fellow classmates
Will definitely do random dance moves throughout the day
One, to show off more (she likes attention)Â
And two. it just feels so good to sway her hips to her own rhythm in her flowy kilt
Any compliment will earn you an,âaww.. thank you!â from Mina while she gives you a big, warm smile
She may even hug you depending on your chose of words
Though itâs pretty rare to see Mina embarrassed, with the right level of smoothness and kind words you may get the chance to see her turn away bashfully holding both cheeks in her hands and swooning with an,âoh stop it! youâre making me blush!â
Insults probably wonât affect her that much (sheâd probably ignore them)
The most sheâll do is turn away from you calling you a,âmeanieâ claiming that youâre,âtotally killing her vibeâ
Sero Hanta
Alright, so youâre boy has never really worn a skirt before but heâd totally be willing to give it a try
Honestly not that embarrassed (generally pretty chill about it)
Will admit it is pretty comfy though (the cool breeze it nice)
Doesnât really draw too much attention to it
It doesnât feel abnormal wearing a skirt at all so he doesnât really understand the judgement that comes with wearing one as a male
Like itâs just a piece of clothing??
Will honestly forget heâs even wearing one half way through the day till someone points it out
It just feels so natural
Heâs very good at taking compliments and will most likely compliment you back as well
âoh, you think i look cute?â âwell thank you!â âyouâre looking pretty cute today tooâ (he winks at you whenever he compliments you)
Heâs also very mature when it comes to anyone insulting him in any way
He wonât take it personally but will still be disappointed
Jirou Kyouka
The most embarrassed
Sheâs worn skirts before but never ones this short (itâs not revealing or anything but definitely shorter than sheâs used to)
Will be blushy and awkward the whole day
Also the most self-conscience
Sheâs never worn these kinds of skirts before so she canât tell if it flatters her or not
But it does
And her friends are sure to tell her that (especially Mina and Hagakure)
Cue even more blushing
Will constantly be tugging and pulling at her skirt the whole day attempting to lessen her awkwardness (and her beating heart)
But she just ends up looking more awkward doing fidgeting like that
Auggh..sheâs just so nervous..
Also super scared the wind will end up blowing her skirt up and revealing everything
That would seriously be the worst!
Please grace her with all your compliments, she truly deserves it!
Sure it will turn her into a red-faced, stuttering mess but at least itâll boost her confidence a little
âi-i..uh..um-..t-than-â âthank..youâ, she stutters out, her eyes blinking from side to side, trying to look anywhere but at you
If you find yourself to be heartless enough to insult this nervous wreck youâll be met by a dejected expression as she hangs her head low avoiding your eyes,âo-oh i see..â
Youâre focus would be on Jirou so you wouldnât notice the firey aura coming from behind her
One minute youâre standing in front of a down cast Jirou the next youâre knocked on your ass in front of a very pissed off group of girls who had previously slapped you in the face for your harsh words
Oh, youâd better say your prayers
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Fluff 1/11 for that civilian Spicynoodles with Red being a fashion designer and Xiaotian being a model? (Like, right after Macaque hears Xiaotian quits so the entire time he's sending more and more frantic texts.)
Dialogue starters
1.âIs that my shirt?â âYou mean our shirt?â
11.âIâm so proud of you.â
ngl this AU is a lot of fun
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âWhat are you doing?â
âUpdating my instagram. Need to let the stans know iâm backing a better brand now.â
âAh.â
Xiaotian leaned back on the bed, his phone held up with the flashlight on as a prop, facing a far more professional camera as the remote shudder went off. An Influencer trick for the ages. Pretending something is a mirror shot when really itâs just a second camera.
Red Son watched his lover/fake honeypot/new business partner get the angle right, fuss over the filter and all that stuff models had to worry about in the age of social media as he leaned back slightly on his designing board. (Xiaotian already had a drawer at his easel for the comics he dabbled in in his spare time) and contemplated just how this would all fall out.
He was more than thankful that Xiaotian had not only informed him right out the gate that Six Ears and by extension the entire Macaque label, was built on the skeletons of stolen ideas that independent designers had gotten poached from them under the guise of an outreach program Red Son had foolishly applied for to get the Firey Cloud label out there, but had also been looking for an excuse to ditch Six Ears and decided to bring his own clout to back up Red Sonâs label instead. However, he couldnât help but be worried that that might be bad for his loverâs career in the long run. He didnât have much to worry about, being assumed eventual heir to the Flower Fruit Label (with one of his foster fathers being the founder and CEO Sun fucking Wukong) but he seemed to really enjoy modelling and he would feel terrible if Xiaotianâs self made identity was thrown away because heâd decided to help Red Son out and got blackballed because Six Ears decided to take some revenge.
âIs that my shirt?â it wasnât even one of the shirts heâd made himself, it was just some cheap T-shirt from a three pack from fresh out of school when he couldnât afford enough spare fabric to make his own clothes. (getting cut off from his family had its own setbacks; heâd never even touched the clearance section before getting out of school and deciding to become a designer, but in his defence a lot of his early work was upcycling anyway so it all worked out in the long run)
âYou mean our shirt?â
âYouâre really uploading instagram pictures of you in a clearance rack T Shirt?â
âNobody will notice, Iâm doing it for the Firey Cloud Jacket.â he was indeed wearing the jacket with the design label on it. Though Red Son had only made that one for himself, it was more of a gentle hope for himself, that one day his brand would be big enough that a relatively simple jacket with the label logo would someday be enough to mean something.
And to Xiaotian it already was.
And that made something warm settle in his chest.
Xiaotian huffed and glanced back at his phone, sticking out his tongue in distaste.
âGuess whose texting me?â
âSix Ears?â
ââXiaotian this is an out of season prank right?â âAre you playing long con or something?â âSeriously i need a check inâ Like bitch read my fucking letter of resignation again; maybe since âI donât agree with your business practices and am morally obligated to leaveâ wasnât clear enough, I should have just put âIâm fucking your newest competitionâ!â
He laughed like the whole thing was personally amusing and Red Son found himself settling behind the model and peeking over his shoulder at the response he was typing out.
âAh, youâre going to keep professional about it?â He made sure his tone sounded as comically astonished as possible and Xiaotian stuck his tongue out at him. So Red Son followed that up with a âIâm so proud of you!â and a patronising pat on the head.
âYouâre such a bastard.â Xiaotian huffed, but the grin still stretched across his own face belied his amusement.
âYou love it.â
âDamn, caught me.â
There wasnât much silence to be had as Xiaotian scrolled through his social media, periodically interrupted by more and more frantic/enraged texts from his former boss. And a single text from one of his fathers. A simple âglad youâre free of that bastard, have fun working indieâ which was responded to with a simple âI will!â
âAaah! Check your online stats Red, Iâve already got like⊠so many likes on that promo shot!â
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Wilfords Demands: Who Do You Belong To?
Summary- 5.2 k. Curtis Everett x Y/N. Written for @mcudarklibraryâ Kink Challenge- April. Youâve been in Curtis care for a few weeks now. He has no hesitation in reminding you who you belong to. Warnings- Dub Con/Non Con situations, punishments treatment, drug and alcohol mentions.Â
Chapter One- Just Another Prisoner / MasterlistÂ
âSo Curtis, how are you liking your new girl?â Wilford asked curiously as he flicked some crumbs off his luscious red robe, frowning as he rubbed at what looked like a smudge, under his breath he complained. âThose fucking cleaners never do anything right. Useless the lot of them.â The older man chose to ignore it for now, turning back to Curtis sitting opposite of him, Claude pouring fresh tea into two delicate china mugs. âIsnt she something, as soon as I saw her on camera, I knew you would like her. Yes, shes a bit thin still, but get some meat on her, and she will have all those nice curves to keep you occupied.âÂ
Curtis nodded his thanks to Claude and reached to take the cup, contemplating what Wilford was talking about, you were rather lovely in your innocence. All Curtis had to still do was look at you a certain way, and your cheeks would turn pink and your glance would look away from him, sometimes a tiny whine would issue, making him grin. âIm liking her quite fine. She was an innocent you know? I was surprised.â Wilford winked over his cup while he added generous amounts of honey comb to his cup, swirling his cup a bit before taking a sip.
âI had hoped she would be, How the fuck I know, pretty little thing like that. I am a bit disappointed she isnt pregnant yet though, but in due time I know. I just get impatient.âÂ
Curtis kinda shrugged a bit, he never really cared what Wilford did with the kids they made him, but this time it kinda rubbed him the wrong way. He didnt seem to pick up on it, or chose to ignore it, falling into another subject that Wilford used them for. Entertainment for the front enders for a couple months a year, a sport.Â
âAlso, its about time for the games, and Im putting my goods on you Curtis, Do not disappoint. Once you get in that ring, murder the sons of bitches.â The true purpose of the games, weed out the weak. So far only three of the original group still survived, Curtis was one of them for his brutal approach to all of it. He was a survivalist first, and had no issue getting blood all over in the process.
âYes I know, trust me, I dont want my ass fucking dead.â Curtis growled out and grew impatient, ready to get back to you. âWe done shooting the shit Wilford, or you ready for this months supplies?âÂ
âGod your always so fucking impatient to leave my company.â Wilford rolled his eyes and sighed as if hurt, Curtis just stared at him waiting for him to get on with it. âOkay, my boy... let me know what you want.âÂ
Curtis wasted no time, filling out his demands and leaving straight afterwards. There was only so much time he could stand being in that mans presence. His spirit uplifted a bit knowing he would be seeing you again. You were still quiet in his presence, trying to remain unnoticed, but he was always aware of your presence unlike any other woman he had ever been with. Sometimes he would draw out conversation from you. But your answers were usually short, clipped, or you shrugged not knowing how to answer. Seeing how you lived in the tail end all your life, there was simply things you didnt know about. That was okay, you would learn about these things soon enough.Â
Opening the door and stepping in, you were curled in the seat near the window, a book resting on your knee and gaze out the window watching the speeding landscape. You jumped slightly when Curtis entered and pulled your legs up nervously to watch him. Always so observant his girl was. "You havent seem to gotten to far while I was gone." nearby he sat down some bags of stuff he brought back with him, the items he had asked for from Wilford.
Your fingers trail down the spine and you slide it to the table, shaking you head softly. "Cant concentrate Curtis." Wary was how you were of this man, who stalked around his room till he moved to sit on the edge of the bed nearby. "Hmmm, do you not like it?" How brow arched and a your voice rose in a rush, as you clutched at the book. "No no, t-thank you... Its not that." You didnt want to loose a gift he brought you. Already reading through the few he had, you had gotten bored being unable to leave the small room. Curtis had requested a book for you with Wilford, and as you were finding out, Wilford accommodated Curtis requests typically.
"I was tested again, and still negative... " your voice dropped, admitting to your distraction. At first the news would cause Curtis to curse, drag you back to bed to try again.
So your head dropped, waiting to be yanked onto the mattress, but these past few weeks, he changed. Sometimes your news didn't cause any reaction, he would leave you to what you were doing. You trembled a bit, waiting to see what today would bring.
Curtis isnt sure when it changed for him, that he actually liked this one, it was something more then what was required of him, having any interest in his charge. You, a little tail ender was so innocent in to what he did to you, that he found it endearing. Her little surprised mewls when he taught you some new sense gave him satisfaction. He patted his knee. âCome over here Y/NâÂ
The tension raised between the two of you when you hesitated, curling your hands together and your face wanted to defy him, he could see the flash in your eyes and the way your breathing flared your nose. Curtis arched a brow daring you to tell him no. Oh would you? He almost wanted you to, that primal part of him loved overpowering you beneath him. You were so defeated when he first got his hands on you, but he felt that you had a bit of fire somewhere still, it just needed to be ignited.Â
After a few seconds though you went back to your resigned manner and unfolded your legs approaching him, moving to stand in between his spread thighs. âDont worry about the negative, it doesnt always happen right away.â His fingers snapped at your pants buttons and slid them down with a jerk, your hand bracing against his shoulder to keep from loosing balance and lifting your feet to loose your pants. He pushed your shirt up. âGet rid of all this to.âÂ
Lifting your shirt and tossing it aside, that deep blush he admired so much spread down from your face and neck, flaring over your collarbone. His mouth smirked until he lashed his tongue over a nipple, teasing the other with pinching fingertips. âBut how long till they get impatient Curtis?â you took a shuddering breath feeling the warmth of his mouth tease you to a peak, rubbing your thighs together as heat pooled faster then you expect it to in your core. âIm ready to be done and go back home.â He growled at this, biting enough for you to yelp, and try to pull away but his legs have you trapped in between them.Â
âWhat makes you think your going back Y/N?â He growled deeply, whipping you around, and pulling you back into his lap with one muscled forearm circled around your waist. âI already told you, you were given to me to use.â your hands were grasping his forearm pressed around your midsection, and you whine softly at his words. âBut once Im pregnant you wont want me in your space, why wouldnt they send me back till birth?âÂ
âCause, Im keeping you. Open your mouth.â He demanded and grabbed a hold of your jaw, forcing your mouth to open, his other arm loosened around your waist and moved two fingers to your mouth.âsuck, get them good and wet Y/Nâ his fingers pressed against your tongue and you immediately started to suck on his digits. doing your best to do as he asked. âAs I told you a few weeks ago, your issued to me for at least the next few years.â Shifting his legs to hook yours over his knees and spread his legs so your thighs spread apart wide for him, the rush of cooler air hitting your aroused flesh made you moan around his fingers pressing against your tongue. âYour here till your used up or Im tired of you.â His voice, was so final as he yanked his fingers out from your mouth, tracing your bottom lip with one of the drenched fingers. âAnd then your still not going back there Honey. He wont let you go back homeâÂ
Before you could fully register what Curtis was telling you, he dropped his hand to your cunt, his fingers warm and wet from how you worked them traced your pussy lips, soft under his fingertips, his biting kiss on your neck was a stark contrast, making you attempt to pull away, but he once more clamped his arm around your waist to keep you in place, his long middle digit dipping in between the folds, tease your sensitive flesh. âN-never? even if I was useless to have children?âÂ
âNo, never. Have you ever seen anyone return to the tail end? Your not an exception. Trust me... You could be in a worst place then with me.â Continuing to rub your cunt, circling your aroused bud but never quite touching when he would return to stroking and teasing her entrance with slight dips of his fingers, collecting your arousal to spread. âI am not the only man who does this, and plenty are cruel to there partners.â It was getting harder to focus on Curtis as he started finally touching where you ached, his arm tightening when you would arch and let your head fall back to his shoulder. Pressing his lips to your temple. âCurtis... Its,,,âÂ
âFeels good right? Most the time it will if Im doing my job right,â Assuring as he let two fingers fill your wet heated entrance, making you open your thighs wider, his own adjusting to help you keep them spread. You were panting, rocking your hips to meet his thrusting digits. If you werent so caught up in the moment, you would have been embarrassed of the squelching sound your wet cunt was making the faster he pumped his fingers. Your walls started to clench around him, and that little firey coil started to tighten in your lower belly.Â
âM-most of the time?â You managed to utter, and Curtis chuckled while biting lightly on your earlobe. âWell your a temptation, this tight little body.â His fingers hooked when he said that, come along with me baby. He would stroke your walls to comply with his wishes, fighting against his hold, and you were crying out when you pushed back into his chest, locking and shaking, flooding his hand. âWouldnt be hard for me to loose control and just fuck you into the mattressâÂ
Your thighs are trying pushing to close, aching from being stretched open, and fighting through your orgasm. He shoved you forward slightly to undo his pants, and you lean forward to brace your hands against your knees, your head dipping forward to catch your breath. It wasnt long you felt his cock pressing against your back. God you fucking hope he never lost control with you, You could barely handle him now, and everything he did was measured calculated. Curtis did nothing without giving it some thought, you knew this.Â
Hands at your hips, lifted your ass enough so he could fit himself into your core, and eased you back, slowly so he inched in, making you stretch around him but it still made you hold your breath till you were full of him, every movement you made, made you groan, his thrusts were quick upward angled jabs, pressing deeper and you still braced your hands while arching your breasts forward, this angle was so fucking full, concentrating was impossible. There was just rushed thrusts and grinding your hips back down.Â
Somewhere it registered his cussing against your neck, as his thrusts pressed forward longer in your clenching pussy. âFuck your so good, just gonna fill you till your dripping with cum.â He grunted against the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hips and started to move you faster, bouncing you, and you just rode it till he roared and warm jets of his cum started to fill you. Your channel flexed around his cock, milking him for the last of it, and you collapse back against him, covering your face with your hands and giving a soft sob from your second orgasm within a short time.Â
Pulling himself from him, he swiped his fingers through your cunt and scooped his cum back into you, making you quiver slightly at the sensation. Curtis gave a possessive nip to your neck, and shifted your legs back to a close. Fuck the muscles ached, all you wanted to do was lay down, the muscles in your thighs screaming with a burn. Curtis tapped your thigh to stand. âDont be letting that run down your leg Y/N,â You nod and go to stand, your legs shaking enough to look like you might wipe out, Curtis hands shot out and grasped your hips to draw you back and sit on the bed. âProbably need a moment to get your legs back.âÂ
Tucking himself back in his pants, he let you claim the bed and went to where he had ditched the bags he brought back from Wilfords. You dragged a blanket over your naked body and watched with curiosity as he pulled out some clothing for you, nicer then the stuff youve been wearing. âWhats that for?â you asked curiously.Â
Curtis brought the skirt and top over to let you inspect them. âThey are for you. There is a entertainment car, and I figured your ready to meet others. I trust you to remember who you belong toâ Your eyes brightened at the idea of seeing others, even if they were front enders. âHows your legs? If you can stand, were going in half an hour.â He took the rest of the bag and turning his back to you, stored away a few books Wilford gave him, a treat for you later if you got to bored and deserved them. Curtis hoped there would come a time where you wanted to please him, not had to please him.Â
While he was doing this, you tested yourself, and gathered the clothing to your bare chest. âthey are fine... I will go get ready Curtis.â You escaped quickly into the bathroom, easing the door mostly closed. You rubbed your face in the soft long sleeve, it was the softest thing you could remember feeling and when you tugged the clothing on, braiding your hair to sweep straight down your back well past your waist, you couldnt remember feeling this way, like you were being showed off,and you kind of liked it. Stepping out, your clear your throat a bit and Curtis looks up from where he had been reading the spot you left in your books.Â
Fuck you look good. Curtis nods his approval, and you nervously pick at the shirt, biting back a grin in your excitement. A warm rush tingles Curtis seeing you so damn happy for the first time since he brought you back a book, and unlocking the door, he held it open for you, beckoning you to step out. Going to step out the door, your hand braced on the door frame as you peeked out, it was empty, which your heart sunk a little and with a gentle ease of Curtisâs hand in the small of your back, you step into the wide looking hallway. He slung his arm around your waist, a steady hold on your hip and in the belt loops of your pants, he led you towards the front, the way you were dragged down to his room. âNow you stay with me Y/N unless I tell you otherwise, understand? Your free to talk to people that are in this car, but remember your place. You are mine, if I find out you are disrespecting what we have going on, or me, you wont like the consequences.âÂ
âYes Curtisâ you reply, feeling your mouth go dry with nerves and anticipation, would you know anyone there? You hoped so, you were desperate to find out how your friends were in the tail end. You two reached a gate, and your bouncing a bit at his side, the music on the other side is thumping loud and you can see flashes of lights through the cracks. Curtis smiles a bit to himself at how obvious excited you are to get out of the room, but there are rules, and he had to be sure you knew them. Turning you to face him, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. âRemember what I said, do you understand? do you have any questions before we go in?âÂ
You nod probably a little harder then you should and you glance at the door once more before back up to him. âAm I allowed to ask about the tail end if I see anyone I know? That wont make you upset with me?âÂ
Curtis thought about this for a few moments, it wouldnt hurt and you so desperately wanted to know, probably still had your hopes up about one day seeing your friends again. âYou can, but dont expect to see anyone from before in there Y/Nâ His fist thumped against the metal door, and it popped open enough for Curtis to slide through and he took your arm, bringing you through. It wasnt quite as you remembered, but last time you came through, you were being dragged, and didnt exactly have time to admire the setting. This time you did though, and your eyes widened before you.Â
People, gyrating all over each other, among the flashing lights above them, it was extremely distracting and made you want to shut your eyes. First the people were laughing and dancing, then they would turn and a clash of teeth and lashing of tongues inhaled one another in open mouth kisses, moving from one person to whoever was closest. You leaned more into Curtis, not wanting to get caught up in the orgy. It was something you didnt enjoy from him, and you knew you wouldnt like it here either. With a push of his hand, Curtis broke past the group, and the car opened up to show more people dancing, some with one another, some off poles placed in what looked like a seating area, people lazing around, high from the kronoles scattered in the sunken seating booths. Curtis led you past these as well until you two were near the other side, and he directed you to sit. âJust wait here, I will be back.â A simple nod was efficient enough for him, and he went to the small bar set up.Â
âKronoles, rum and coke?â The man asked Curtis while he pulled out to glass jars to pour the alcohol into.Â
âJust the rum and coke.â Normally Curtis would part take in the kronoles, chase that mindless high that came with it, but not this time with you accompanying him. He would come back another time without you. The rum and coke though, rare treat, doing some calculations about the occasion for the rare indulgence. Wilford had announced it was new years. Collecting the drinks, he came back to where you were half in and out of your seat, curious to your surroundings. Twisting back into your seat, your nose wrinkled as you sniffed your drink, used to only water. âWhat is it?âÂ
âTry it and find out.â Was all he said, and you cautiously brought your mouth to the edge, taking a sip. It burned and was sweet at the same time, and you took another sip that stung its way down your throat. The dart of your tongue wasnt missed by Curtis, and his cock twitched at the very notion of how sweet your lips would look stretching around his shaft, your head tipped to meet him with your eyes rolling up to meet him. Fuck... It was gonna have to go on your list of necessary teachings. No it wouldnt benefit what you two were striving for, but it was a damn sweet thought, your mouth sucking him off. To cool off, he to took a bigger swallow then your sip, appreciating the burn as it went down to settle in his gut.Â
âwhat is it?â You repeated and he looked at you and swiped his thumb over your lower lip to dry it off. âRum and Coke, we only get it once a year, usually its homemade shit or cheap ass beer thats long since gone stale. Its new years though, another year living on the train passed.âÂ
âOh! I never heard the announcement.â Your gaze again falls to looking around the room, and you got bolder in your drinking. Soon, your eyes were brighter then usual and there was a flush to your cheeks. Curtis watched you get caught up in it all and he finally leaned over to whisper in your ear. âYou can go dance you know, just dont stray far from the table.â He knew others would pick up on your innocence right away, target you for your weakness, typically it was a game. That is until people learned that your were his, and he was never one to share.Â
Nervous, you hesitate a moment, and then push up to go up the stairs, and dont wander to far away, but mingle. Soon your drawn into a group of women who were just dancing, and the rush of the alcohol in your system swept you away in the motion. Curtis caught sight of you laughing and swaying your hips, deeming that you were fine. He collected your glasses to go refill them with just straight soda this time, and a pair of steel grey eyes crinkled at the corners, smirking watching Curtis, whom was unaware of the threat. About time he left his girl alone was the mans thoughts, pushing from where he been sitting with a group of friends and his own toy.Â
You were unaware of any change happening, until a pair of hands slid along your hips, and hot breath against your neck, a lash of the tongue over your ear, you wouldnt doubt it was anyone other then Curtis so you didnt fight it. You were his after all, and your buzzed state, you couldnt tell that this was a slightly smaller set of hands on your hips, and that the person gyrating behind you certainly wasnt as broad as Curtis. Your time in the tail end, you were used to never having personal space, you simply fell back into the person behind you, getting lost in the tempo and rush of the alcohol. Â
When he came back, he glanced through the crowd again as he set the drinks down, and Curtis couldnt fucking believe what the hell he was seeing. You pushing your sweet little ass of yours into Grey of all the fucking people. Quick, he snapped up to the dance floor, and your eyes sprang open to see him pushing people to crash into one another so he could get through, frightened you looked over your shoulder to see someone youve never seen in your life, and you stepped forward to meet Curtis. âCurtis! Im so-âÂ
âGet on your fucking knees now and wait!â He roared at you and your scrambled to fall at his feet like he told you to, your eyes welling up at your mistake. Curtis stepped around where you knelt, your hands wringing together.Â
âCurtis, we were just having fun to.â Grey sighed with disappointment. âI had to see what the fuss was all about. I can see why Wilford got interested in her, she is cute for a cum slut.âÂ
âWhat the fuck makes you think you could touch her?â Curtis crowded Grey, who didnt back up but he to crowded back, smirking in Curtisâs pissed off face.Â
âWanted to see if they were as fucking easy as they come. I would have had her sucking cock in a few minutes with how she was grinding her ass into me like some horny bitch. Cant satisfy them Curtis? Why Wilford had to give you a tail ender? Not like they know any better.âÂ
Curtis didnt even bother with that jab, it was clearly meant to push his buttons. Drawing up to his full height, Grey albeit smaller, was not at all intimidated by Curtis, and leaned in a bit closer, smirking âdont worry Curtis, when I get her, and I will cause the winner takes it all, I will teach her how to properly behave.â You were pushing to a stand to try and explain to the two men, when Curtis caught sight of you âDid I fucking tell you to stand, get back in your place.âÂ
âBut Curtis, it wasnt... â You try once more, and he has to deal with you defying him, you gave him no choice. Ignoring Grey who watched this all with interest, he stalked forward and fists his hand in your hair, yanking you back to your knees. âWhat did I tell you?âÂ
âOn my kneesâ You twist and cry out, your hands going to your hair to try to get him to loosen his grip.Â
âDo I want any fucking sass coming from you?âÂ
ân-no.â You cant help the tears that are rolling down your cheeks and the way your head bows to him.Â
Lowering closer to your level, his next words were so low it was hard to hear, but they held deadly promise should you not listen. âStart crawling to the door Y/Nâ Releasing his hold and shoving you to sprawl back.Â
You look at him like he cant be serious, crawl? His face though, was all serious anger storming his blue eyes and you back away from him, the crowd parting to allow you passage.Â
âPlease Curtis...âÂ
Nothing, no softening or taking pity on you, you do only thing that you can, and start to pull yourself away on your hands and knees, Curtis watched your heart shaped ass sway back and forth, and then turns back to Grey, whos watching with an amused look.Â
âSure you dont want me to break in your little sweetheart? Ass like that good for alot of things, wouldnt be any trouble at all.âÂ
Curtis growled lowly âDont fucking lay a hand on her anymore, shes mine. I have no problem shoving your dick down your throat should you think shes yours to handle.âÂ
Grey grinned at the challenge. âNo, course not. Better not let her out of your sight again.â With that Grey turned back, and hoped back down into the seating area he had been occupying previously, yanking his own girl back in his lap, and slapping her thighs to spread, ready to share her with his current company. Curtis didnt waste any more time with them, and followed where she had crawled away, getting to the door, you were waiting this time, in a subdued position, on your knees, head bowed, palms up, trying not to look embarrassed or scared of it all. Made his cock twitch again, Fucking Christ, bad timing. âGet upâ He yanked on your arm and hauled you to a stand. You stumbled, but did it all quietly, averting looking at him.Â
It was silent going back to the rooms, and you tried to keep up best you could to his long stride. The train walls kept dipping as if off kilter and you stumbled into Curtis a few times. Finally though you two reach his room again and he gets the door to open, pushing you to fly in first. You stumble and grab a hold of the wall, trying to get everything to stop spinning.Â
âCurtis, please I didnt know.âÂ
He doesnt care, more pissed off then he was before at your attempt for an explanation, he drags you from your grip off the wall and over his knee. âYou knew better Y/N, and yet you fucking undermined me.âÂ
His knee is hard in your stomach, and you could feel him lifting your skirt to pool around your waist. You try to look over your shoulder but he shoves your head back to look at the wall and floor. Struggling, again a waste of your energy, hes holding you pinned over his knee with no more energy then he would give to a mild inconvenience in his day. Yanking down your panties to, he smacked your bottom hard, hard enough to jar you forward in his lap.Â
âDont worry I plan on marking your ass so hard, your not going to be forgetting who you belonged to.â Curtis gives no time to adjust, its one hard spank on one of your cheeks after another, its a fire burning you now, and your crying into his leg, arching once in a while when its a particular had slap, those sharp stinging ones that you swear are going to break your skin. Curtis hand prints popped up in welts, and you sobbed for him to stop. âPl-please Curtis, I wont do it again. I swear... I thought it was you. â He growled and started to come to a stop. He reached to take a fistful of hair and jerk your head back so he could see you even at this angle.Â
âWho do you listen to?âÂ
Sobs crack your voice. âYou Curtis...âÂ
âThats right little one, next time be aware of who the fuck is behind you. Accident or not, if I catch it happening again, it will be worst.â He just as quickly put you in a stand, and stood up himself, gripping your chin so your tear stained face couldnt defy him and look away. âNext time it will be a leather strap and you will bleed for it. Get to bed now.â Dropping his hand and you are quick to move out of his way while he went to take a shower.Â
Your ass, burning hot and every step screamed red hot through you, you peel away the clothes that you had been so excited for and folded them into the dresser, getting into an over sized tee that Curtis had given you to wear. Crawling in close to the wall, you lay on your side, waiting for him to come back out. He finished and didnt bother with clothing, snapping off lights as he came, he stretched out on his side, and yanked you over to him, hiking a leg over his hip, there was a unprepared thrust into your core, and you yelp into his chest, pressing your face there till the pain dulled, your breathing coming and going in shallowly as you braced for him to start moving he never did though, his arm just caged you in close.Â
âYou can sleep like this tonight, full of my cock so you dont forget who the fuck you belong to.âÂ
You sniffle in the darkness, trying to adjust to the full sensation hes stuffed you with. Now, you were even more homesick for the tail end.Â
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Fiery Flirtation
I figured that I would have a go at write for a different fandom besides Game of Thrones, and my friend chose Star Trek. I decided to write for Chekov because he is adorable. I donât own the characters or the gif.
Description: Chekov meets the reader during her first day on the Enterprise. He is taken aback by her engineering skills, and Scotty helps him plan the perfect way to ask the reader on a date. However, their plan goes up in flames.
Warnings: none, just fluff
âMr. Chekov, can you please report down to engineering? Scotty says that he needs to see you,â Kirk ordered from his spot in the captainâs chair.
Chekov turned around, confusion etched on his face. âSir, why would Scotty need to see me?â
âHe didnât say. Maybe he needs you to fix something.â
âIâm not so sure about that, Captain.â
The last time that Chekov was in engineering, several things went wrong, so the odds of him being called down there to fix something were slim to none. There had to be some other reason. Chekov rose from his seat, and headed towards the elevator. The whole time he was wondering about what he would find on the other side of the elevator doors.
When he left the elevator, he was greeted by none other than Scotty himself. He turned around and smiled at the Russian. âHello, lad! I have someone I want you to meet.â
Scotty escorted Chekov further into the engineering bay. Eventually, they reached the back corner, where a woman was working on a bundle of wires. Scotty cleared his throat to get the womanâs attention. She stopped her work and removed a pair of large goggles from her face. The woman smiled at the two men as she put her tools down.
âY/N, this is Chekov. Heâs a navigator here on the Enterprise. Chekov, this is Y/N. Sheâs one of our new engineers, and a bloody good one at that,â Scotty said as Y/N stepped forward to shake Chekovâs hand.
âItâs nice to meet you, Chekov. Good to finally meet someone who isnât super old,â Y/N remarked.
âHey! Iâm not that old,â Scotty retorted. His reply earned a laugh from Y/N. Chekov would have laughed, but he was to distracted by the woman in front of him. Her laughter sounded like music to his ears, and her E/C eyes still managed to sparkle in the dim lighting.
âSo, what are you working on,â Chekov asked as a light blush dusted his cheeks.
âNothing much really. I just had to replace a few capacitors, but they can be a bit difficult to reach. See, you have to get through all of these tiny wires, and if you touch or cut the wrong one, youâre in for a nasty shock,â Y/N explained as she gestured towards the large mass of wires.
âT-Thatâs very interesting,â Chekov stuttered as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
âI agree, and who knows, maybe youâll be able to show me where you work sometime.â
Chekov simply nodded his head, for if he tried to form another sentence, it would sound like pure gibberish. He quickly said goodbye to Y/N, and started to head back towards the elevator. Y/N couldnât help but smile as he left. Despite only meeting him a few minutes ago, she was attracted to him. Y/N went back to work, and Scotty ran to try and catch Chekov.
âHey,â Scotty said as he placed his hand on Chekovâs shoulder and turned him around, âWhere are you going in such a hurry?â
âI think Iâm needed back up on the bridge. I have been gone a while,â Chekov replied as he tried to get into the elevator. However, Scottyâs grip on his shoulder remained firm.
âAre you sure thereâs not another reason why you are wanting to leave?â
âWell, Y/N is a very amazing woman. I didnât want to embarrass myself any further. Weâve only just met, and I donât want her to get the wrong impression.â
Scotty couldnât help but smirk at the Russian whiz kid. He knew exactly what was going on. âCome now, you donât have to be so shy about it! If you like her, why donât you just say so!â
âPlease, keep your voice down,â Chekov exclaimed.
âWell, Y/Nâs not going to be single forever. Youâd best make a move soon before itâs to late. Maybe you could buy her some flowers and ask her on a date.â
Chekov pondered the idea. He would love to spend an evening with Y/N, but would it be to sudden? What happens if she rejected him and only remembered him as the guy who tried and failed to ask her out? Then again, she could easily say yes. Chekov slowly nodded his head. âFlowers. I can do that.â
Scotty couldnât help but cheer. âThatâs what I like to hear!â
Chekov simply smiled as he entered the elevator and headed back up to the bridge. His face felt like it was on fire, and he couldnât get Y/N out of his mind. After Chekov left, Y/N walked around the corner and stood beside Scotty.
âWhat was all the yelling about? Did I miss something exciting,â Y/N asked.
âOh donât worry lass. Youâll find out tomorrow,â Scotty said with a knowing look. Y/N was quite confused as to what was going on, but she would just have to wait and see what Scotty was referring to.
The following day, Chekov was once again heading to the engineering bay. He made sure to clean his uniform the night before, and he bought the best bouquet of roses he could find. He was feeling more confident than the day before, and there was no way that the plan could go wrong.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, a firey ball launched past him. He managed to dodge it in time, and he let out a sigh of relief. He wasnât relieved for long though, for the red roses were now a bright shade of orange as the flowers slowly burned to a crisp. Chekov quickly threw the bouquet onto the mental floor, and stamped out the remaining flames. As he looked at the onyx flakes that now blew up into the air, Scotty ran up to him.
âI am so sorry, Chekov. This new machine we have has been malfunctioning all day. I was hoping to have it fixed before you arrived, but you came sooner than I thought. Iâll buy you a new batch of flowers and everything will be fine,â Scotty rambled as he tried to sweep up the ashes.
âWhy would he need flowers,â Y/N asked as the two men looked at her. Scotty pushed Chekov forward, and what little confidence he had disappeared.
âWell you see, I was going to bring you some flowers and ask you on a date. I know we just met, and Iâm making a fool of myself, but your engineering skills are very impressive. I would love to get to know you more. Still, thereâs no point now. Iâll just go back up to the bridge,â Chekov mumbled as he turned to leave.
âWait, donât go,â Y/N insisted. What flower petals remained crunched underneath her heels as she slowly made her way closer to Chekov. âI admire what you tried to do, even though it literally went up in flames. I may not know you well, but I can tell that you are kind and honest. So, where you going to take me?â
Chekov was surprised at how forward Y/N was. âH-How about we go to the bar thatâs on the fourteenth deck? I could come by to get you at around seven,â he proposed.
âSounds great. See you then, Chekov,â Y/N answered as she left a small kiss on his cheek. If Chekov wasnât blushing enough before, he definitely was now. Y/N walked back to her work space, leaving a flustered Chekov and a flabbergasted Scotty in her wake.
âWell done, lad! Looks like you found yourself a good one,â Scotty remarked as he patted Chekov on the back.
âI agree,â Chekov confirmed with a slight smile.
After returning to the bridge, Chekov was greeted by small giggles and glances from his fellow comrades. He sat down in his seat, and even as he tried to get back to his work, the quiet laughter still continued.
âWhat is everyone laughing about,â Chekov questioned as he looked back at Kirk.
âOh nothing much,â Kirk replied, âWe just listened in on your attempt to ask out the newest engineer is all.â
âI see,â Chekov whispered as he turned back around in order to hide his embarrassment.
âDonât be embarrassed, Mr. Chekov. We all thought it was smooth. Iâm sure you will have fun on your date. Just donât get to drunk you hear me.â
Kirk pointed at Chekov in an attempt to look stern, but he added a wink shortly after to show he was only joking. Bones, who had just entered the bridge moments before, rolled his eyes at Kirk. âCome on, Jim. Weâve seen the vodka that Chekov keeps hidden in his locker. Iâm sure heâll be fine.â
âI agree with Doctor McCoy,â Spock chimed in, âChekov can not only handle his alcohol intake, but his charm and kindness will help him win Y/N over.â
âThank you, Mr. Spock,â Chekov said as he finally got back to his work. He was glad to have the support of his colleagues, and he knew that if they had confidence in him, the date was bound to go smoothly.
One thing was for sure though, Chekov was hoping that the date would have more romance, and zero fiery accidents.
#chekov x reader#pavel chekov x reader#pavel chekov x reader fluff#chekov x reader fluff#pavel chekov#star trek#montgomery scott#james kirk#spock#leonard mccoy#fluff#finally publishing this after having it sit in my drafts for three weeks#better late than never
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Its hot as fuck and Iâve successfully done 7 loads of washing today but I also realised I cant put the Vetinari conversation in Tea With Topsy where I originally planned so I had to write another chapter instead. So hereâs an early look at something thatâs not going to happen for months
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Roxanne was trying to hurry from downtown back to the office after what she thought was going to be a quick soundbite interview after lunch turned into a three hour investigation into how the fuck the southern suburbs municipal office lost the deeds to half a dozen high value properties, four of which were up for redevelopment.
Key word trying. It was another blazing summer day and there was no shade for the next four blocks to the bus stop.
It was hot enough that even Hal had fucked off early to take the van back to the station as Brad needed a cameraman at the waterpark and not even an hour alone with Roxanne in peak hour traffic was enough to dissuade him from "babes in bikinis"
Roxanne felt a little sorry for all the parents at the Toddler's and Tot's new pool opening, but not enough to correct him. She shifted her laptop bag to her other shoulder and forced herself to keep walking.
A rolling hum pulled up and followed her on the wrong side of the road, "You're going to get burnt again," Megamind called conversationally through the open window, steering with one hand, the other propped casually on the door of the invisible car. Roxanne grabbed gratefully at the edge of the door frame,Â
"Emergency kidnapping?" she asked hopefully, leaning gratefully into the blast of cold air coming from the car.
"Absolutely not,"
"Please?"
"No," he slowed to an almost stop and reached behind him, a crack appeared in the view of the street behind him, "But I'll give you a lift, get in."
Roxanne gripped the edge of the crack, pulling open the rear door to throw herself in onto cool leather upholstery, "Oh thank god. I live here now" she groaned as he took off again. She glanced at the high collar blocking her view of his face, "How have you not melted?"
Megamind chuckled and twisted his watch. The collar and mantle dissolved and a pair of large vertical oval sunglasses appeared on his nose. He was in a black t-shirt with chunky silver zips running from the collar to the sleeves to allow it to slip over his head, short black driving gloves barely ran past his wrists.
"Nice arms," she noted. Wonder what they taste like? Seventeen year old Roxanne added silently.
Shut up you.
"They are useful, yes," Megamind agreed lazily.
Roxanne sat up to lean over into the front seat and look at her unexpected chauffeur, "Can I get in the front?"
"And run the risk of you pressing the fusion rocket button? I think not Miss Ritchi,"
"There's a fusion rocket?" she asked curiously, arms still hooked over the back of the front seat.
Megamind swapped hands on the steering wheel and put his hand over her face to shove her onto the back seat, "Sit down and put your seatbelt on."
"Why? Your not wearing one."
"I'm the bad guy. Its do as I say, not as I do. Now hold on."
Roxanne buckled up then laughed as he cut between two lanes and sped through a red light, just avoiding a turning truck. "What happened to this city would be utopia if they just did the reasonable thing"
"I was being reasonable. I didn't hit anybody."
"You ran a red light!"
"So? It's not like the cameras can catch me. I'm doing all this work to improve my city. The least they can do is get out of my way."
Roxanne rolled her eyes and peeled her shirt away from her undershirt, "Why has this summer been so gross?" she griped, "Speaking of, you should get them to plant trees down Fenton Road, its awful along there."
"Tell the flying menace to do it. Its the kind of photo op he'd love to feature in."
"Don't think you could compete?" she teased.Â
He eyed her through the rear view mirror, "I know what your doing."
"Is it working?"
"No."
"Damn," Roxanne unbuttoned her short sleeved white shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing a thin white tank clinging damply to her skin.
Gloved hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, "Miss Ritchi what are you doing?"
"Relax, I'm just trying not to die of heatstroke." she laid the sweat soaked shirt over her bag and stretched on the back seat, glorying in the cold air.
"It might take a while to get you back to the office, I can't get through the roadworks on Twenty Second like this,"
"There's roadworks on twenty second?"
"There are supposed to be. Its too hot so they left half the road dug up and diverted all the traffic through a single lane.
"Oh. Good thing you caught me before I got to the bus then." Roxanne checked her phone and groaned at the forecast that ranged from firey pits of hell to literal volcanic explosion to why god why? "Why is the city an oven?"
"Well you see there's this thing called a virgin sacrifice, or in more modern terms, a Damsel. Who is supposed to scream and plead for mercy from the great evil threatening the land so that it is appeased and allows another year of bountiful harvests and clearly Miss Ritchi, you are not holding up your end of the bargain."
Roxanne flipped a finger skyward, "Hey sun, fuck off."
Megamind laughed and made a sharp left, "I have something I need to collect on the way" he said, turning towards the docks near the industrial district, "If I ask nicely will you stay in the car and not touch anything or do I need to hit you with the spray?"
"Will you leave the aircon on?"
"I can,"
"I'll be good," she promised dreamily, basking in the cool flow of air.
"I doubt it," Megamind slowed to a stop and got out, "I'll be five minutes," he said sliding the keys into his pocket, black jeans in this weather, brave alien. "Behave," he locked the car behind him.
#Megamind#tea with topsy#early viewing#Megamind in short sleeves#eventually she shouts him icecream#mostly written because it is hot as balls here#and if i have to suffer so does everybody else#they're still not together yet#but this is one of at least 3 chapters where they're on a date without realising it#my favourite parts of this fic#are how i turned emergency kidnapping#into code for Save Me#and villainous clutches#into code for hug pls
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Glancing up at him, no discernible notice of Kaz's fear was visible on his face, so Kazuichi assumed he hadn't picked it up. Which was good, since he would probably refuse to go on any more rides if he knew the extent of Kaz's terror. He took a step forward, and Gundham followed suit. Nervously, the two of them made their way to the ferret wheel.
. . .
Gundham had quickly decided he did not like waiting in lines. It was bothersome, and he was already tired and on edge from both being up late and spending time with Souda. Sliding his phone out of his pocket, he checked the time. 10:48. Stifling a yawn, he wondered how his mother had done in putting the other kids to bed. His thoughts were quickly interrupted, however, as Souda nudged him forward. The line had progressed a considerable amount, and Gundham's moments of unawareness were causing quite an annoyance behind them. He shuffled ahead quickly, embarrassment gripping his mind as the mumbles and grumbles of the others in line persisted.
The rest of the wait was painfully uneventful, as most waits are, and Gundham cursed the boredom. It gave his mind too much time to reflect on what he had accidentally done, and the feeling sulked in the back of his mind. Or rather, the front.
The pair's turn to board came far too slowly, but it did roll around. They affirmed that they were, in fact, riding together, and they clambered into the booth. They had once again left the plush (which gundham had decided to name Strawberr-E) in the loose items deposit bin, and Gundham looked on at it wistfully. With a hint of disgust. Only the Gods knew what had been in those bins prior... it was unlikely he would be using it as a pillow tonight.
The attendant came by to check that their door was closed as they went down the line, and then the ride began. Slowly at first, very slowly, then picking up the slightest of speeds. Gundham had his hands on either side of him, each palm pressed firmly against the seat as he leaned slightly forward to look down upon the rest of the event.
They had made one full circuit before Gundham felt Souda's hand brush his, as the ride slowed to a halt near the top. Glancing over, he noticed how pale and fearful he seemed, yet again recalling his fears of nearly everything. Reaching to place his hand on Souda's shoulder, he asked, "Are you feeling alright?"
"Mmhm-"
"Are you certain? You look dreadfully afraid."
Souda turned his head a few inches in Gundham's direction, muttering, "Yeah, I- I'm fine." He snapped his head back to center and reached up with one hand, adjusting his jacket zipper. "I-it's just a little high up, that's- that's all. Just kinda t- tall. Yep, tall."
Sighing, Gundham tentatively reached across his shoulders to offer mild comfort. However, the instant his arm was completely around Souda, he ducked into Gundham's chest, startling him immensely. Reflexively tensing yet again, he held his breath as Souda nestled against him. Breathing deeply and counting to 10 as he had practiced, he very slowly warmed to the unexpected touch.
Glancing down, he noticed Souda's tension easing with his own. He had taken a fistful of Gundham's coat, face completely buried against the soft fabric, his entire body trembling. Gundham wondered just how much he had pretended to be alright with such a ride. He moved his unoccupied hand to place it upon Souda's back, supporting him gently.
After several more long moments that seemed to span entire light-years, Gundham heard Souda whisper softly into the embrace. He pulled back slightly. "Pardon?"
Kazuichi turned his face up to look into Gundham's eyes. He only then seemed to realize how close they were, eyes casting quickly between Gundham's eyes and lips, and his next words came out barely more than a breath. "Thank you."
Gundham felt his cheeks blush powder red with the tingling sensation of Souda's breath on his face, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He didn't catch himself leaning closer until he had already closed nearly an inch, and his breaths became shallow and caught in his throat. He couldn't stop his eyes from flicking between Souda's eyes and lips. It didn't matter if he was caught. It was too late now, right? His heart pounded in his chest like one of those beautifully wretched machines Souda was so fond of, and he became painfully aware of every point where he and Souda were touching at that moment. Seconds stretched like millennia, and his heartbeat in his ears was deafening. The fire enveloped his face and chest and stomach all at once, the pressure becoming far too much for him to bear.
And then Souda took a deep breath, inched ever so slightly closer, and pressed his lips into Gundham's.
He had only needed to move mere centimeters, and the roaring space between them was no more. Their bodies and lips were flush, and Gundham's panicked and firey tension was quickly replaced with the soft warmth of the embrace. Souda's lips were soft on his, gentle at first, flirting with the idea of something more, then firmer, more certain, as Gundham pulled him closer still. The kiss only lasted moments, but the sensation and emotion together were worth more than several galaxies in those breaths.
. . .
Kazuichi knew in his head that it was unlikely either of them were actually good at kissing. Of course, he'd like to think he was, but seeing as he'd never really kissed someone before, he didn't really have a solid point of judgement. He did know, however, that this particular fact didn't really matter. He had just kissed GUNDHAM FREAKING TANAKA. It didn't matter how good they were at it, he was unstoppable!
He leaned back, opening his eyes slowly, only to lock onto Gundham's immediately. The solid pink blush that had frequented his face almost he whole night had returned, but this time he made no love to reach for his scarf. He kept both hands softly on the small of Kaz's back, face hovering inches away, and eyes staring tentatively into his. He couldn't bring himself to break away, the moment felt too raw, too vulnerable.
Kazuichi brushed the back of Gundham's neck with his fingertips and watched as his gaze flicked down, towards the front of the ride. He couldn't keep himself from staring. The glowing Ferris wheel lights illuminated Gundham's pale skin, caressing the curves of his cheek, the scar tissue across his eye, the flowing strands of dual-colored hair that hung in front of his face.
Gundham looked back to Kazuichi, eyes catching his again, and he smiled a timid half smile. Uncertainty was visible throughout all of his features, and Kazuichi grinned.
"You're really pretty."
Surprise raced across Gundham's features. His eyes grew wide, and his gently soft smile dropped into the slightly open-mouthed expression of astonishment.
"I- pardon?"
"I said you're really pretty." His smile, the one that, before, had been excited and rough, was smoothing out into the smile of a man who has at last seen the stars. Kazuichi slowly traced his fingers through the short hair on the back of Gundham's head, trying his hardest to take in every bit of Gundham Tanaka as he sit before him. Their eyes met again, and they leaned closer. Another kiss couldn't hurt, right...?
The ride jolted forward, making the two lose their balance and wobble dramatically. Kazuichi whimpered, and Gundham pulled him in closer, mumbling things like, "It's alright, it's almost over now."
As the ride slowed to a halt, and the attendant came through to open the doors on the cars, Gundham took great care in assisting Kazuichi's exit, which was, once again, wobbly and fearful.
. . .
As their night out drew on, their little excursion lasting for hours yet, they didn't talk very much. They spoke about what to do next, and other such simple things, but it was almost as if nothing had happened on the Ferris wheel. However, if one were to look closely at their further interactions, one would note that something in the foundation had shifted.
Gundham insisted on buying several more food items for Souda, as it was nearly all he could do, and Souda obliged, laughing along. He proceeded to win several more games, though none of the items he would present to his companion would be nearly as powerful as that first hamster plush.
They wandered along through the rows of food trucks on their slow and steady trek back to their cars. Conversation had slowed to a worn-out trickle, and exhaustion was evident upon both of their shoulders. The bright lights had not lost their charm upon Souda, and he still gazed in soft wonder at all the luminous bulbs.
As they exited the event at last , Gundham leveled a final nod at the Ticketmaster, who still sat in his booth. Stepping into the gravel parking lot, Souda asked, "So where's your car?"
"Just straight ahead, one or two rows back." Waving to show exactly where, he watched as Souda followed his gaze.
"Ok, I'm parked all the way over there so I'll walk you to yours first." He jabbed a thumb to the left.
"That sounds reasonable."
Squeezing between several cars became an unforeseen obstacle. He was embarrassed to be too near to Souda, but there weren't many other ways to get by. Still, his face grew slightly redder every time their hands brushed.
They stood beside Gundham's driver door for a moment, Gundham's many small plushies (and Strawberr-E, of course) tucked safely under his arm, and then, the passenger seat. Safety belt and all.
"Thanks for inviting me. I had a lot of fun." Souda's voice was colored by nervousness.
Gundham smiled and corrected him. "I did not invite you, that was serendipitous on Sonia's part."
"Oh yeah." The uncertainty left his voice, and he said, "Do you think she planned for something like their to happen?"
"Who can say? She is certainly a crafty one..."
They stood in silent a moment. Then, unexpectedly, Souda tugged at a fistful of Gundham's scarf as he leaned forward, kissing him again. Blood rushed past Gundham's ears, and he closed his eyes to lean into the kiss, but just like that it was over. Souda was stepping back and waving, exhilarated rose dust coloring his cheeks as he grinned.
"Goodnight, Gundham!" He turned to leave as Gundham stood in pleasantly shocked silence before he could collect himself.
"Goodnight, Sou- Kazuichi!" He turned slightly, obviously startled at the use of his first name, before laughing and waving bigger. Gundham waved back until Kazuichi was completely invisible beyond the rows and rows of cars, before slowly stepping into his own to prepare for the drive home.
Sitting in silence, he noticed his cheeks had begun to hurt. He flipped down the visor to check in the mirror, only to see his own smile. He giggled quietly, the stupid lovesrruck expression on his face giving him another reason for joy. Flipping the visor back up, he leaned as far back as he could in the seat and placed both hands on the steering wheel.
He looked beside him, to the passenger seat, at all the soft critters Kazuichi had won just for him, and he decided he didn't care if the personal items bins were gross. He was definitely going to sleep with Strawberr-E tonight.
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Magical Girl Outfits
 That moment when you are now rewriting one of your posts since you deleted everything. ^_^âââ
Yes! Hi! Hello! Yesterday I wrote about Magical Girl outfits, and since thatâs still fresh in my brain, here I am writing it again but with more because I want to.
Okay! Headcanons lets goo! Its sorta long, and since I learned how to do this (kinda?) on PC I added a cut since thats a thing I can do.Â
Okie dokie
-On the above GIF, we see our lovely lady Kyoko getting all dressed to kick butt. 13/10, would die for. Its a common thing in Magical girl franchises to âcolor codeâ their magical girls. If your new to Magical girls or just curious as to what I mean by that here we go.
--Red Magical girls tend to have fiery personality, such as Kyoko. Likewise they often have fire related powers or themes. We also have this within Precure (or Glitter Force,) With Akana Hino or her Americanized name, Kelsey. Firey in personality, firey in battle as she can literally yeet balls of flame at you. Also Sailor Mars! She shoots a flaming arrow! And she is also a bit hot headed.Â
--Blue Magical girls! They are usally calm and collected, a miss know it all, a class president... All of those... Yeah. Blue magical girls are usually big on waifu terms. A few of my favorites is Chloe (Reika Aoiki) in Smile Pretty Cure! (I love that season okay dont fight me) and Sailor Mercury! (I love that her name is literally Cure Blue in the Italian version. Much creativity)
--Yellow magical girls! Usually happy, or shy.... Honestly yellow magical girls are kinda the free pass. You want an original character in a precure series that isnât like other girls from other series? Make her yellow. (At least as it seems in precure,)
--Green...what now?? Finding a green magical girl is definitely more difficult then everyone else. My favorite green magical girl is definitely Lettuce from Tokyo mew mew. shes a queen, but her outfit is hideous. Like, w h a t were they doing? her hair...... ahhh! We also have Sailor Jupiter in this category. (high key underrated, i love my green gals)
--Purple! Mysterious! wise! queens of the hair flip! psychic powers! straight cut bangs! angular outfit designs! may or may not be a model! Yeah. Its definitely what you first think when you get these girls. I love Cure Macaroon for this category, I would die for her.Â
--Pink! They the leader. The protagonist. Happy go lucky, can do no wrong. ânough said. Purple has a crush on them, friends with blue. Am I wrong? usually, no.Â
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Okay so back to outfits.Â
-When I was writing the above, I noticed something about kyokoâs outfit. Its very similar to the clothing she was wearing before, right? I mean like the shirt goes down and opens up, the dress goes down and opens up... the shorts.. Curious.
-In Madoka Magica, (PMMM) We see Our girl design her own outfit before even becoming a magical girl! (This could be the time loops like subconsciously making it the same before, so maybe she didnât deisng it, but still, she made her outfit,) would that mean every magical girl can design her own outfit? If so..
-Magical girls who know NOTHING about clothing. Every time their outfit is different, trying to make it nice like their teammates, suspiciously looking like the newest outfit their favorite pop star wore.Â
-Magical girl who just wears PJs. (hahaa, im looking at you Nemurin)
-Or as mentioned, would it kinda be like how it was in Magical Girl Raising Project? Just little dressing rooms they can design and transform into?
-A Magical girl team who doesnât care for identities, who just take their uniforms and color codes their skirts to their powers and jackets? Would be interesting!
-What if their little magical guide designs their outfits? A goth girl has to wear pink because in the guides land, pink is the symbol for warriors. She manages to sneak in some dark eyeliner, much to their distress.
-A magical girl who cant decide what to wear so just does a jumpsuit with whatever pattern they like. Maybe like Ladybugs outfit from Miraculous Ladybug?
-Magical girls designing their outfits after animals! Perhaps acting like those animals subconsciously, the magic a bit too strong. (Hey, thats like Ichigo from Tokyo Mew mew!)
I was thinking about doing analysisâs on different outfits for magical girls. Would anyone be interested in that? If so let me know and suggest some outfits?
Since I deleted my entire blog somehow, (I swear Im sleep deprived it wasn't on p u r p o s e) Iâll be rewriting a few things for the next few days as well as adding on to those topics. Send me anything you would like me to write about!
THanks for reading this silly thing. Please have a good day and stay safe!
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Chapter 2 of Apocalyptic AU - Sanders Sides
Here you guys go! The second chapter has arrived!
Word count - 1705
Pairings - Some Dukeceit
Warnings - (Spoilers) Blood, injuries, abuse (physical and emotional), peer pressure, bad pasts, fire, zombies
Characters - Remus Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Deceit âDevanâ Sanders
This is mainly the backstories of our other two darkside children. Enjoy! Also some soft stuff as well
Previous chapter - Next chapter
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âHow did you injure yourself?â
It had been several weeks since Remus and Devan had found Virgil, and they were currently sitting around an open fire in the middle of an abandoned carpark - So they could see if anything came, Remus had stated, but the others suspected he just wanted a reason to start a dumpster fire. Remus was changing Devanâs bandages, and Vigil was attempting to heat up a can of baked beans they had found during a house raid.
Remus turned to give Virgil a hard glare at the question, which caused the anxious one to hurriedly start apologizing, âsorry it must be private you can tell me when youâre ready I didnât mean to sound rude I was just curious because if I know what caused it I might be able to help more and-â
Devan cut him off by placing a hand on his arm, and one on Remusâ shoulder, âItâs fine. I guess that I should tell you how it happened.â
âDee, are you sure? I know that it hurts to talk about it.â
âHe deserves to know, Remus. I feel that we can trust him.â
âOkay⊠do you want to show him?â
âYes.â
Remus began to unwind the old bandage on Devanâs face. Virgil tried to keep his face passive, but he had never seen Devanâs injury before, and he was a bit uncertain. The last piece of the cloth fell away to reveal a large burn mark covering the whole left side of his face. The skin around it was red and shiny, as though it had been larger before. As Devan moved his face, the newly formed scabs cracked and started bleeding again, but he only sighed. The eye that was usually covered by the bandages was still closed.
âAre youâŠâ
âBlind in that eye? Yeah. I was born with a condition that made me lose the vision in one eye,â he opened the eye in question, revealing a cloudy pupil, and a strangely yellow iris, âthe colour is to do with the condition.â He said blatantly, noticing Virgilâs confusion.
âMy parents were⊠less than understanding. When they found out about my disease, they abandoned me to the streets. Just turfed me out with a blanket, some food and a change of clothes. No warning beforehand, no conversation to figure out what was going to happen to me, nothing. I was only 8 at the time.
âA child services officer found me a week later. They bought me to an orphanage, where I was adopted later by this woman and her husband. It was nice with them at first; they sent me to school, gave me gifts and were really understanding with my condition. Then I came out as gay. I was nervous about telling them, but I told myself that they would understand, but how wrong I was. My âmotherâ had to actually run to the bathroom to stop herself from throwing up, and my âfatherâ hit me hard across the face. From that day on, my âparentsâ hated me. Th-they threw bottles at me whenever I talked to them, and hit me for things that I couldnât control. There was never a day when I was without bruises. They emotionally abused me too. Calling me slurs, a-and telling me that I was worthless, and I would never be loved, a-and that it was my fault that my birth parents had thrown me out-â
He was crying now, hiding his mutilated face in his hands with Remus having wrapped a protective arm around him. Virgil reached forwards tentatively and placed his hand on Devanâs arm. After a couple of minutes in that slightly awkward hug, Devan looked up, his face streaked with silver.
âT-thanks. Iâm fine now,â He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand as Remus gave him a worried look, still not entirely convinced.
âWhen the day the zombies arrived, I was the first to see them. I went and told my âparentsâ, but the didnât believe me, of course. My âfatherâ, who was boiling water for a coffee, threw some at my face, where⊠where it did this,â He gestured weakly to the large half-healed scab.
âI ran upstairs; the pain was unbearable, but I managed to barricade myself in my room before I collapsed onto my bed. I think I passed out, but when I could move again, the zombies had left, and taken my âparentsâ with them. I canât remember how long I stayed there, nursing my wound until I decided to go out and search for survivors. It took a while, but eventually, I found Remus, and he helped me out,â Devan looked gratefully over at Remus, who blushed at the sudden attention.
âWell, yeah. If you hadnât found me, Iâd probably be dead.â Virgil looked at Remus with wide eyes, intrigued by where this was going.
âWhere did you come from Remus?â Virgil queried, hoping to know more about his new friends. Devan looked at Remus with curiosity as well.
âYeah, you never actually told me what happened to you. If you donât mind sharing, that is.â
Remus looked away, and mumbled something under his breath, avoiding eye contact.
âRemusâŠ?â Devan looped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.
âThanks Dee. Itâs just⊠hard to talk about, you know?â Remus mumbled into Devanâs hair
âI think I do.â
âBut I think I want to tell you guys. I need to tell someone, or it will eat me up inside.â He gently broke the hug and poked at the fire with a stick. âI have â had parents and a twin brother. And I guess I was responsible for their deaths.
âI was the youngest out of us, so my older brother, Roman, was always bossing me around. I hated it. He would tell me to clean his room, and when I refused he would tell our parents about the latest test that I failed. He did love me though. He always defended me when I was bullied in school for being weird, and he sat with me during lunch when I had no-one to talk to. He was like my best friend. Because he took care of me so often, I started to hang out with him and his friends. I could tell they didnât really like me, but they never said anything rude to my face when Roman was around. One day, on the day it happened, we were hanging out around a closed supermarket. Romanâs friend Christian, I think it was, dared me to climb up onto the roof. Roman wasnât happy about me doing it, but Iâve had worse dares. It didnât take me long to find a way to climb up, by using the low hanging gutter and some garbage bins. I saw the first zombie when I was up there, and I tried to tell the others, but they thought that I was pranking them. I pranked my brother all the time, you see. When the other zombies appeared I knew that I had to do something to help them, but I couldnât get down in time. They got Christian first, which to be honest, he had it coming. The others were quick to follow. I⊠I didnât see Roman get turned, but I did see him run inside the building with a bunch of zombies chasing him, so⊠I could only presume the worst. I stayed up on the roof with my hands over my ears until they had all left, then I climbed down and went home. The zombies had gotten there first though. I stayed in my home, going over the situation over and over in my head, thinking of what I should have done better to help them. If only I had seen the zombieâs sooner, or to get Roman to climb onto the roof, or, or done something!â Remus was sobbing into Devanâs neck now, locked in a tight embrace between him and Virgil.
âThere was nothing you could do Remus.â Devan rubbed his back reassuringly.
âAnyway, you didnât actually see Roman die, so itâs possible he could still be alive!â Remus sat up so fast that he nearly headbutted Devan in the nose and stared at Virgil with wide eyes.
âAre you saying that my brother could still be alive!â he yelled, shaking Virgil by the shoulders. âI can see him again!!â Remus got up and started to dance madly around the fire with a bemused Devan and slightly shaken Virgil watching him.
When he came to sit back down, he ended up practically sitting in Devanâs lap, who hugged him close and buried his face into his hair. âI hate to say this,â he murmured, âbut there is a chance that Roman didnât survive.â Remus sat back up and looked Devan straight in his mismatched eyes (Remus did NOT notice the beautiful way they danced in the light of the fire, or how they were filled with such compassion).
âHe has survived. I can feel it. Besides, I know my twin. He wouldnât have died to something as minor as a zombie apocalypse.â
âSays the person who thought their brother had died just a minute ago,â Devan muttered jokingly under his breath, just loud enough for Virgil to hear.
âWhat?â Remus asked.
âJust saying that we should probably go to sleep now. Iâll keep watch.â
âBut Dee, your bandages?â
âIâll be fine. It might actually do some good getting some air on the wound.â
Remus knew he couldnât argue with Devan for long, and besides he was feeling tired with relief now, so he curled up next to Devan and promptly fell asleep. Devan noticed that Virgil was watching them with a mix of happiness and longing.
âCome on Vee. Your safe with us,â Devan beckoned to the nervous boy, who crawled over hesitantly before settling into a gap between Devan and Remus that looked like it had been made just for him. Devan watched over them, knowing deep in his heart that no matter how annoying they were or how cold-hearted he acted, he would defend both of them with his life down to the very last second.
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For the prompt list: âIâd kill for a coffee... literallyâ with Sarge or âHow drunk was I?â with Grimmons
Hope you donât mind Anon, but I decided to just combine them together. Hope you enjoy!
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There were three things that Sarge hated above else. First was The Blues and anything related to the disgraceful color. The second was orange, lazyass soldiers named Grif. And the third? Mushrooms. But since he was too man to admit that, heâd say the mornings.
âBlasted hot ball of firey deathâŠâ He grumbled to himself crankily, âDamn thing canât just stay anywhere that ainât here⊠ruining my dreams of utter Blue annihilationâŠâ
He continued grumbling until he realized something. The main room was still dark. Nor was there a coffee mug in his hand yet. That got the sergeant confused. Normally, Simmons was already awake, had his coffee made, and did all of the paperwork that he had volunteered to do.
But the maroon soldier was nowhere in sight.Â
âHuhâŠâÂ
Sarge thought for a moment. There were only two things that would have kept his usually obedient second-in-command from performing his duties. Either the Blues broke in and kidnapped him for their twisted, Blue plans like the dirty vermin they were. Or if was a Grif-related problem.
It better be the Blues. Cause otherwiseâŠ
âDamn, I knew that orange sack of lard would be a bad influence on him one of these days!â He proceeded to stomp down the hall until he was at Grifâs door, proceeding to knock his shotgun into it, âGrif! You good for nothinâ, greasy blob! What did you do to Simmons?!â
No answer.
âFine, weâll dot his the Sarge way then!â He raised his shotgun, ready to slam the butt of it into the door whenâŠ
âUgh⊠what the fuck are you doing?â
He stopped mid-midway, turning around to see the owner of said room. He was wearing nothing but a T-Shirt and boxers and was currently rubbing at his Simmons-donated eye with a dazed look. He had just walked out of the door across form his own, Simmonsâ door
âYou! Already figured out Iâd be gunninâ for you, huh? Well too bad it failed!â He lifted the gun again. âI knew youâd corrupt Simmons with your lazy ways sooner or later!â
ââŠwhat? Heâs in his room right-â
âAh-ha! You admit it!:
âHow the fuck is that a-!â
âGrif, I have dreamt of this moment for oh so long now. But first, I need answers! What were you doinâ in Simmonsâ quarters?! Arenât you satisfied with laying your own with your filth?!â
âUhhhhâŠâ The orange soldier turned away from him. âI⊠we, ugh⊠I-I mean ughâŠ! Oh, fuck-â
The door behind him slid open, causing him to jump. A certain redhead walked out, also in just a shirt and boxers. He was groaning, hand at his head and looking rather groggy.
âGrif? Where the Hell did you go?! Ah shit, how drunk was I last niiiiiâŠ. s-sir!!â Simmons shrieked as he stood at attention, âUmm, I⊠this is⊠I can explain! Ow! FuckâŠâ
The red-head again clutched at his head. Grif looked at him, then back at Sarge. The older soldier was equally dumbfounded as he saw his second-in-command look at Grif. Around his neck area. His eyes widened as he made some kind of notion to the other, who just looked at him confusedâŠ
âŠthen looked back at Sarge, and his hand shot up to try and cover it up.
âUhhh⊠youâre dreaming?â
ââŠwhat the fuck Grif?!â
âHey, I just got up! Cut me some clack!â
Sarge just kept staring. Simmons being this dis-shelved and undressed was one thing. Then there was the fact that the two had been in the same room⊠seemingly just waking up⊠Simmons having head pains⊠his  current frantic motions and Grif looking like he had some kind of marks on the pale side of his skin and⊠andâŠ
ââŠthatâs it, Iâm going back to bed.â The Sargeant said as he turned away. âAfter I get my coffee made. Heaven to mercy Iâd kill for a coffee right now⊠literally!â
The two privates watched Sarge until he disappeared down the hall. Grif let out a relieved sigh as his hand dropped⊠until having to lift it again to cover the back of his head after a certain nerd smacked it.
âOw! Simmons what the He-?!â
âI told you drinking all that booze was a fucking terrible idea, Grif! Now Sarge knows!â
âHow?â Grif asked with a blank look. âHe only saw us in our underwear. Not like thatâs the first time.â
âNot for you or Donut! And not when we were int he same room! Fuck!â Simmons threw his hands up in frustration. âHow the Hell am I going to get Sargeâs respect now?!â
âYou mean you had that before?â That earned Grif an even more heated glare. âBesides by the time he gets back up, heâll have forgotten all about it. Which means we get even more sleep time now. Itâs a win-win for us.â
Simmons looked like he wanted to yell some more, but just as he raised a finger, he groaned again. His head dropped to Grifâs shoulder, letting out a muffled aggravated scream. Grif tapped him on the head, which just made him groan more.
âHe fucking better.â The red-head mumbled before grabbing Grifâs hand and pulling him back to the room.
âWell if not, whoâs bright idea was it to drink down eight cans in a row to prove that he could handle it? And who was the one who wanted to make out after? Hmm?â
ââŠI fucking hate you.â
âYeah, love you too babe.â
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The waves are steadier than social restrains
Fandom: Brave, Moana
Summary: Moana and Merida have a self care day, they talk about the way society doesnât like two single woman taking over the world.Â
Tags: Modern au, asexual relationship, demisexual Merida and aromantic Moana, fluff, slight angst.Â
Word count: 1053
People see Merida, the daughter of Fergus, one of the most powerful entrepreneurs and global economic leaders, they expect a well behave lady or a spoiled brat.Â
Merida IS a lady, she learned etiquette, music, embroidery, politics, economics, everything her mother thought would help her have the opportunities that her parents didnât and lead the company to greater highs. In reality, Merida knew all of those things but rarely put them in practice, just put up a front for the company sake but went idly about her day when outside of that rigid and cruel world.Â
People know Merida and expect a hurricane of red hair and the disaster that her presence can bring. No one really know the redhead, they just see can their eyes tell them but nothing beyond. No, God forbid that this fine young woman was a complicated being like every other human in the planet and didnât fit entirely on a label.Â
She felt alone for so much time. No one to hold her in the dark days and tell her that everything would be alright.Â
Or at least that was until she meets Moana in a high social event with every other powerful economic figure and their hellâs spawn. But Moana understood her like nobody else, even had the same sentiment of putting up a front and being a lady in the eyes of the public, but being a tornado of personality inside closed doors.Â
People see Merida and Moana and expect a powerful economic lesbian relationship that could cause these two companies to fuse together and bring an even more glorious era for it.Â
âOH! You are never this rough! At this pace, the night wonât last long.â
Moana panted softly and a puff of hot air escaped her lips.Â
âUgh, just stop moving, relax and let me handle it.â Her deep accent bleeding to her frustration, Merida pulled slightly and tried again.Â
The scent of sweat filled the room, different fluids could be found in the bed. Merida gripped firmly the object in her hands and got back to work trying to be gentler this time.Â
âYeah, thatâs betterâ was the reply she got from the Samoan girl.Â
âDoes it feel good? Do I keep going?â The redhead whispered softly, losing herself in the act and letting his hand guide itself through the act.Â
âDonât you dare stop,â Moana said in a treating way just to add a soft âI need you.âÂ
The Scottish woman continued her work, finger expertly moving in rapid but calm motions while the voyager just closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment.Â
Merida stopped for a moment, staring at Moanaâs back. âWhatâs wrong?â she asked ina sweet voice.Â
Merida returned to the task at hand and finished braiding her hair and tied it with a scrunchy and wrapped the look together with a dark green bow on the top of the braid. âYa look absolutely stunning with the braid. It is one of my best works and it really shows.â
The island girl took the braid in her hands and brought it over her shoulder to better see the intricate patterns of the hairstyle. She had to admit that despite the firey girl normal lack of finesses, she had an eye for art and the education that she received on her heritageâs traditions showed.Â
âIt is good, but now the bed is covered in gel, mousse, conditioner, moisturizer... it is a disasterâÂ
Merida snorted and hit lightly the other girlâs shoulder. âAnd we havenât even started on our nails.âÂ
People didnât know that either of them had the idea to date anytime soon. Not when Merida was an opened asexual and Merida and enclosed aromantic.Â
Both girls stared at the tv that showed the second season of Jessica Jones, a series that both girls had started together and decided to finish tonight even if they were only in the third episode of the first season.Â
âNow do my hair, hopefully, I wonât have as many knots as Iâ
âKnowing you, Iâll find a ratâs nest in thereâÂ
Merida and Moana, the two daughters of rich parents and a social responsibility decided to have a self-care day. They ordered a dozen of freshly baked Krispy cream classic doughnut, hot cocoa with marshmallows that they prepared themselves, put on some new facial mask that Moana had discovered and had a pillow fight a few minutes before settling down to do each otherâs hear.Â
The red-haired turned towards the tv and sit comfortably in between Moanaâs legs while she started brushing her hair since both had curly and bouncy hair, they knew better than anyone how to take care of it and brushing each otherâs hair has always being a thing between the two, like an inside joke or secret.Â
âHey, Mers? Do you remember Mr Dingwall, son?â Asked the islander with a trembling voice.Â
âWee, yes, that little dipshit still things Iâll be with him.âÂ
âHe told me he does it because his parents make him. Apparently is âno good for the company image that that girl is still singleââÂ
âI know. He told me. I told my dad who told Dingwall, MacGuffin and Macintosh that Iâm not to be pressured to marry because of my age and sexuality. I told him it should be because Iâm perfectly capable of taking care of the company on my own but the four of them looked at each other and started laughing. LAUGHING!!! I AM NOT A JOKE!âÂ
Merida stayed silent, she knew how these things affected her, the board of directors could be very opened and let the girl choose a man or woman, but the idea of her being by herself apparently was too far fetched because having no desire for people meant that she was broken, uncomplete.Â
She decided to change the subject âHow did you manage to have so many leaves and twigs on your hair? Donât you brush it?â
The redhead laughed a little and made a non-comical sound âIt mats like crazy, no matter the brushing, this nest would stay like this forever.â
The voyager sighed âAt least you have an excuse to why you donât have a boyfriend or girlfriend, no one should endure the bite of a racoon when they play with your hair.
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