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xillveart · 5 years ago

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Midnight Whispers

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Angst / Romance / Domestic

Story Warnings: Arguments, Cursing, Makeup Sex (vaginal), Hair Pulling, Bakugou Cries, Self Esteem Issues and Self Degradation, Hurt / Comfort

Written for the @bnhabookclub ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Thigh Riding

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Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Art in banner by me

Daily bickering was a common occurrence between Bakugou and Koge, as it had been for their entire lives. A snide comment here. A bark to pick up socks there. A whine to not put that much spice in the food. Or salt. Depends on who was cooking, of course. With someone as headstrong and easily agitated as Bakugou as a lover, it was something that Koge had grown accustomed to, and she was easily able to weed out the serious issues from the complaints that had a tendency to leave his lips without a single thought. She wasn’t much better, and she could admit that, usually snapping right back at him with her own dry humor or sarcasm that would more often than not set him off into immediate frustration. But, as a married couple with three children to care for, bickering was bound to happen, especially if it had always been present between the couple since the first day they met.

More often than not, it was just a split second of annoyance at something the other had done, before it was filed away in the back of their minds and they returned to loving each other with a final huff or kiss on the cheek to signify that the issue was over. Sure, it wasn’t always a quick fix or easily tamed situation, but they always came out of it together, with understanding and a commitment to change. They never went to bed angry, even if it was a problem that would take days, weeks, or months to fix. Anything that was wrong, they knew that they could conquer it together, and they had learned from experience that isolating themselves and trying to deal with their problems on their own only caused harm to their relationship.

So the fact that Koge was laying in their bed alone was honestly quite astonishing to her. Nothing about the way they had argued this time had been right. What had started out as just a small comment to make sure he gets his clothes in the dirty bin and not just all over the floor blew up into a rage that she hadn’t expected at all. Sure, she could have dealt with his typical snide comment of “Yes, Master” or something more sarcastic. But what he had said made her snap back at him without thinking, and it all exploded in typical Bakugou fashion from that moment on.

“Katsuki, really, can’t you just toss your clothes in the bin? It’s not that hard. You’ve been bad about it lately. I already have to pick up after the kids all day, I shouldn’t have to pick up after you, too.” Koge huffed as she snatched a pair of Bakugou’s sweatpants, boxers and a t-shirt from off the floor, glowering at her lover as he exited the master ensuite with a towel around his hips. He had just returned home from a late shift doing his hero duties, and he had been quite grumpy, but that didn’t excuse him acting like a slob. If it had just been this one time, sure, she could deal with it, but that wasn’t the case.

Every day for nearly two weeks he’d come home late and act like a total mooch. He’d eat, shower, laze around, not clean up after himself like he should, fuck Koge on occasion, and then go straight to sleep. She hadn’t brought it up yet because she assumed that maybe he was just going through a funk, but at this point, it was exhausting.

With an annoyed click of his tongue, Bakugou stopped at his dresser, pulling open his boxer drawer without even looking at her. “Well sorry for making your life as a fucking housewife so damn difficult, Utsuro.”

Koge paused mid bend, her fingers lightly resting against the fabric of his jacket that he had also abandoned when he returned home that night. Her stomach churning in shock of his comment, she stood up straight, placing both of her hands firmly on her hips. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Bakugou glared at her over his shoulder. “What’s your problem? I come home from a twelve-hour shift, working to support you and the kids on my own, and you can’t even handle picking up some fucking clothes?”

“Katsuki, that’s not-” Koge’s voice hitched as she grew lost in what to say to him. “That’s not fair! I spend all day, literally from the moment that you get up at four until we both go to sleep keeping the house clean, doing all the laundry, cooking, taking care of the kids. It’s not just picking up the clothes!”

Bakugou gave a roll of his eyes, dropping his towel to the floor as he pulled on some boxers. “Oh yeah, because that’s just as hard as what I do.”

“I’m not claiming that it is. This isn’t a competition about who does more, Katsuki. All I need is for you to take five more seconds to put your clothes away or put your damn dishes in the sink! I’m not asking you to break your damn back when you get home. Just… I just want you to stop acting like you’re nothing but a mooching roommate who gets free food and pussy when he feels like it.” Storming over, Koge snatched his towel up off the ground, glaring up at him even though his broad and muscular body dwarfed her. “We’re a team, aren’t we? That’s what we’ve always said.”

“Tch, sure, yeah. A team.” Bakugou hissed through his teeth, agitated snarl on his lips. “We’re a fucking team. I go work my ass off all day and risk my life to bring in money, while you sit around playing and changing fucking diapers. What a team.”

Feeling her chest beginning to tighten, Koge did her best to blink away the burning in her eyes, clutching onto the towel tightly with both hands. “Why are you being like this? You’ve never been so mean about me staying home! And it’s only until Atsuki is old enough, then I’m going back to work. I’ve only been staying home for two years!”

“Yeah, two years. Two years of me busting my ass for you, and all you can do is be a little bitch about picking up after me!”

“Don’t talk to me like that! And will you look at me, stop facing away!” Koge placed both hands on his shoulder, having to use quite a bit of force to get him to turn and face her. The dark and angry glare on his face brought a lump up into her throat, tears beginning to gather up in her lashes. “Just because you’ve been working so hard doesn’t give you the right to shit on me like this, when I’m the only reason you come home to a hot meal and clean clothes!”

“I could do it all on my own without you, don’t think so highly of yourself.”

All Koge’s anger was immediately crushed into nothing but a smoldering pain, the tears finally escaping down her cheeks as her entire body went numb with shock. His rough expression faltered for just a moment at the sight of her tears, but in typical stubborn fashion, he refused to back down. “Oh, here come the fucking tears, huh? You know, it’s always been about you, you, you. You’re the one that’s depressed. You’re the one that’s struggling to love herself. You’re the one who’s fucking weak-”

“Stop it!”

“Well what about me, huh? Over all our years, have you ever even thought that I’d be struggling? That I’m the one who needs help, support, or maybe just a little fucking appreciation now and again?”

“You never want to talk to me about these things, it’s not my fault that you’re a fucking brick wall that even I can’t get through! You don’t want to let anyone more than elbow deep in your shit, what the hell do you expect me to do?!” Koge took a moment to wipe the tears from her cheeks, though that ended up being a fruitless attempt as more were quick to replace them. “I support and appreciate you always. I’ve always been here for you! But you’re the one that acts all tough and like nothing is wrong until you explode!”

“You’re one to fucking bark about hiding your shit, don’t start with that.”

“Then just talk to me about it,” a hiccup interrupted her, placing her hand tenderly on his bicep to try and pull him back out of his haze of anger. “I am and always will be here for you, Katsuki. Always.”

“You don’t fucking get it, Koge.” Bakugou shoved her hand away with a nudge, turning back to his dresser to pull out some sweatpants. “Everything that I do. Everything that I’ve ever tried to do. Fucking pointless.”

“It’s not pointless, Katsuki. Look how successful you are, and you have a family that loves you! I love you. That isn’t enough?”

As he finished getting dressed, Bakugou didn’t spare her another glance as he headed into the bedroom, ignoring the fact that she was at his heels. Snatching his pillow off the bed, he gave a heavy sigh, ruffling his still damp blonde locks as he paused. For a moment, he stared down at the bed, as if he were contemplating everything that had been said and what he was about to do.

“Koge… All of the love and success in the world could never make up for the shit I’ve done and the weak person that I am.”

Then he left her there, standing alone in their bedroom as he made his way down the stairs. Having closed the bedroom door behind him, his footsteps vanished quickly, leaving her aching for the sound of them returning. For the ten or so minutes she stood there waiting, the silence only grew heavier and heavier on her chest, until she was left sobbing into the damp towel she was still holding. In the end, she tried to sleep, but the empty space beside her was colder and lonelier than it had ever been. She could smell him on the sheets, and as she laid there in the darkness, she found herself waiting for the heat of his touch that wouldn’t come.

All she could do was lay there and let her mind go crazy. Why had he gone off on her like that? And what did it all mean? Was he actually growing tired of her and his family? Had they truly become such a distraction to his goals, and did he feel guilty about that? Did he not feel good enough for everything he had accomplished? There were so many things that it could be, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever truly get a real explanation from him.

Giving a heavy sigh, Koge turned her back to his side of the bed, looking at the digital clock that rested on her nightstand. The bright green color hurt her sore eyes for a moment, bringing her to blink a few times to alleviate the sting and clear the blur. It was just past two in the morning, meaning that she had been laying there awake and upset for almost four hours at this point. But, before she could try to contemplate what it was she should do, the small date on the bottom left corner of the clock caught her attention.

Instantly, she felt her heart ache, pulling her blankets tighter around her as she realized what it was that could have set him so on edge. This past day had been the anniversary of not only his kidnapping when he was a first year in high school, but also the day that All Might - Bakugou’s hero and inspiration - was forced to retire during the fight to rescue him. For weeks and months afterwards, Bakugou blamed himself for what had happened, and Koge had been there for him every second that she could. Even now, at thirty-three, Bakugou still had bad dreams and memories that created an amalgamation of issues for him.

He was strong and could hide it well, but Koge knew that it was something that he still hadn’t recovered from. The fact that it was the anniversary of one of the most traumatizing days of his life would surely explain why he had such a short fuse with her earlier. Did something happen that she hadn’t been aware of?

Giving a small whine, Koge pulled the blanket up to her face, crying quietly into the fluffy fleece fabric. Even if something did happen… What he said was awful. I can’t just let that slip. But what should I do?

Growing frustrated, the petite woman cried out and kicked all the blankets off her, rolling over onto her back to glare up at the dark ceiling. She couldn’t stand this! They never went to bed angry at each other like this. Why the hell hadn’t he marched up there to try and talk it out yet? Did he expect her to come down and apologize or something? She hadn’t even done anything wrong!

Still, she knew him. She knew that stubborn, hardheaded brat like the back of her hand, and she knew that he wouldn't apologize first. He was going to avoid this for as long as he could, which would be until morning when he had to get up to head to work. She wouldn’t put it past him to try and avoid her all morning, too, putting it off even further until he arrived home again. That was something that she couldn’t stand the thought of.

She wanted to resolve all of this.

Now.

With a huff, Koge stood, snatching the baby monitor off the nightstand to take it downstairs with her, just in case Atsuki began to cry while they were down there. Gathering her resolve, she snuck down the hallway to the stairs, being sure to not let a single sound alert either her children or Bakugou to her presence.

It was dark and chilly in the hall, with only the light from the windows along the stairwell allowing pale blue light to conquer the shadows. As she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped and listened, finding that there wasn’t a single sound outside of the ticking of a decorative wall clock in the living room space. While standing there, she couldn’t help but look over what she could see of her home, the moonlight creating such an ethereal glow over the modern decor.

This home was so special to her. Bakugou had built it, for her and their - at the time - future children. It had been almost ten years ago, now, that she first walked through the beautiful blue front door. He had done this for them. There was no way he could be tired of her after everything he had done. It wasn’t possible.

Blinking away the new tears that threatened to fall, Koge let out a quiet, trembling breath before starting to make her way down the stairs. About halfway down she paused as she heard shuffling, her pale blue gaze darting to the large couch in the living room. The back faced the stairs, so all she could see was Bakugou’s arms, which came to rest up and over the armrest. With the limp position and uncoordinated movement, Koge assumed that he had actually been able to fall asleep, which didn’t surprise her much. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and who knows how long he spent brooding over what had happened before he crashed.

The theory that he was already asleep was confirmed when Koge got to the bottom of the stairs, able to hear his deep, steady breathing and light snoring.

Jerk, Koge thought as she approached the couch. Able to be a bitch and then just go straight to sleep. He’s such a… mess? What is all that mess? Coming around the side of the couch, Koge’s eyes first landed on the coffee table, which he at some point had pulled up closer to the couch. Haphazardly placed upon it was his phone, his work planner that he kept surprisingly good track of, and a pile of crumpled tissue paper from the box nearby.

Those tissues were the oddest things to her. He wasn’t sick, and she was pretty sure he hadn’t used them for anything weird. Had he been… crying or something? As if on cue with her thoughts, the man sleeping on the couch beside her gave a rough inhale through his nose, starling her. Finally looking down at him, she felt her heart soften, just from the absolute absurdity of his position and soft expression. On his back, both of his arms were up over his head, one tucked under his pillow while the other hung limply off the armrest. His face was turned to rest against his left bicep, cheek squished in and mouth open to accommodate his stuffed-up nose. As for his legs, one was bent at the knee while the other hung awkwardly off the couch, and it was very obvious that he had grown used to sleeping in a large bed where his body had all the room it needed.

Shockingly, the fleece blanket he had thrown over himself to sleep was still in place, pulled up to his collarbone and covering his torso to his knees. Stupid boy… that blanket is too small for him. He does look comfortable, though… But his nose is all red. When did he fall asleep? Glancing back at the table, Koge put the baby monitor down quietly, before stepping in closer to him. The face that had been scrunched up in anger was so soft now, completely void of the harsh lines that creased his fair skin. She could perfectly imagine the moments in their life when he had looked at her so softly, holding her close and showering her with affection.

Sniffling, Koge reached down to run her fingers through the soft tufts of blonde hair along his forehead, her fingertips lightly tracing along his temple and across his cheek. It was then that she could feel something she hadn’t noticed before, a wetness that he had neglected to clean up. He had been crying, self-isolated down here with nothing but his thoughts to torment him. Just like she had been.

In that moment of wiping away the tear with her thumb, Koge knew that he regretted what he had said. She knew that he was upset with himself, that he was ashamed and would rather let out all his emotions alone than have to face her with his shame. Because he was stubborn and prideful, and he couldn’t let his weakness show, not when it was something that tormented him so. Although what he had said hurt her, she needed to push him to rectify this, and in the still of the night, she knew that they could do it. Together, hidden from the rest of the world, they needed to bare their souls to each other and forgive.

There was a soft groan from his throat at her touch, his face turning more into his arm as his body tensed and stretched. Koge kept her hand on his cheek gently, softly stroking his skin to try and pull him into consciousness, pairing it with a soft cooing of his name.

“Katsuki? Katsukiiii…”

With a deep inhale through his nose, which rattled with his congestion, Bakugou’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, barely glancing over her figure in the moonlight before he rested his hand over hers.

“Utsuro…” Turning his head slowly, he pressed his lips against her palm, kissing her skin softly as if he were waking her up on a typical morning. His softness brought a new round of burning to her eyes, her free hand running through his hair again softly.

“Yes, Katsuki… Wake up, love.”

He was still for a moment, nearly falling back asleep before his eyes opened again. This time, they stayed open, glancing around his surroundings with hooded eyelids. When his tired crimson gaze finally landed back on her, his eyes widened slightly, as if he were shocked to see her there. “What are you doing, Utsuro?” He pulled her hand away from his lips, tightening his grip on her hand as his brow furrowed with worry.

“I couldn’t sleep. I… I wanted to come talk to you.”

“No… fuck off.” He pushed her hand away and slapped the other out of his hair, glaring at her stomach through his sleepy haze. “Go back to bed.” Although he tried to sound threatening, his voice wavered, and the way his eyebrows furrowed upwards was a clear sign to Koge that he had heard it, too. He wasn’t going to be able to keep himself composed.

“I won’t. I’m not letting you get away again. I forgive you, Katsuki, I want to talk about it-”

“No!” Bakugou’s voice spiked with his frustration, but he quickly lowered it as he heard it echo through the open room, being conscious of his sleeping children. “You can’t forgive me so easily! Get away from me!”

“Shhh, Katsuki,” Before he could move, Koge lifted and slipped under the fleece blanket, sitting on his stomach.

“Get off--!”

“It’s okay,” As his body began to shake with the last little hold he had on his emotions, Koge took hold of both of his cheeks, stroking them softly with her thumbs as she rested her body down against him. “Let it out, Katsuki. It’s just me.”

With her touch and soothing words, Bakugou’s face further contorted with sadness, before the tears rushed down his cheeks with the rough release of his breath. The sight of him so broken like this instantly crushed Koge’s heart, but she kept her own composure, pressing her forehead against his tenderly. “Shh… I’m here, Katsuki. It’s okay.”

“Koge… Fuck, I’m sorry-” Bakugou wrapped his arms around her like a vice, one hand buried into her hair at the back of her head while the other clutched her body close. Even his legs lifted as his body turned a bit towards the back of the couch, doing everything he could to make sure she was as physically close to him as possible. “I didn’t mean it!”

“I know you didn’t,” Koge allowed him the time to release all the built-up emotions, wiping away the hot tears with her thumbs. To allow him in closer, she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him hide his face into her chest and soak her t-shirt with his tears. She stroked his hair softly, lightly rubbing and massaging his scalp with her fingers and her nails. “I know, Katsuki… It’s okay.”

“It’s not! It’s fucking not!” Bakugou moved his other arm down around her torso, squeezing her closer. Even though his grip was tight, he held her like she was a priceless treasure, secure yet comforting and tender. “I told you I didn’t need you! I’m so damn stupid…”

“Shh… You don’t have to explain yourself right now, Katsuki--”

“You’re my everything and I talked to you like you’re a piece of fucking gum on my shoe. All because I’m fucking tired. I’m so tired.”

Frown crossing her lips, Koge nuzzled her face into his hair, closing her eyes to try and control her own tears. “You’re my everything, too, Katsuki… I could never be happy without you. And I’m so blessed that I get to have you come home to me every day. I… I know that something must have happened to make you feel so bad about yourself. But I need you to know something, okay…?” Pausing for a moment to wait and see if he wanted to respond, she took his silence and sniffles as permission to continue.

“You are not weak… And you deserve all the fame you’ve gained, and all the love you receive. You deserve your happiness. I love you. And even if everyone else turns their backs on you, I will be here. Forever. Always.”

There was a moment of silence between them, with nothing but the clicking of the clock and the sounds of his congested breathing and sniffles. Eventually, he lifted his head up to face her, his cheeks flushed so dark that she could see it even in the dim light. Smiling softly, Koge used her fingers to wipe his tears away again, before using her t-shirt to get his nose. “Snotty.”

Scrunching up his face in detest of her pinching and wiping his nose, Bakugou gave a click of his tongue. “Hey, I’m not one of the kids!”

“Maybe not, but you’re still my baby.” Caressing his cheeks, Koge leaned in to kiss the bridge of his nose softly. “My Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“But I… still need to explain myself. Why I acted out like a fucking asshole…”

“Don’t worry about that right now, love. It’s late… Neither of us have slept. Well, you did a little,” Koge smiled against his lips softly as his hand curved up along her back to her side, slowly moving down her body to her hip. “You’re really cute when you’re sleeping.”

“Yeah? What’d you do, stare at me like a weirdo?”

“No! I can’t help but think you’re cute.”

“I’m not cute.”

“Yes, you are!”

“Tch…” Bakugou’s still gleaming crimson eyes glanced over every inch of Koge’s face, his hand slipping around her backside before down along her thigh that was resting up over his hip. Koge knew that look and that touch, her cheeks flushing with heat as he parted his lips up against hers, only hinting at his urge to kiss her. With his rough fingers softly digging into the plush, cold skin of her thigh, she couldn’t help but tuck herself in closer, fingers lightly gripping onto his hair while her heart began to pound. “Koge…”

“Yes, Katsuki?”

“You know when you’re really cute?”

Koge’s cheeks flushed hotter, giving a small shake of her head, her nose brushing lightly with his.

“When you’re under me, blushing and squirming… and moaning my name.” Bakugou was barely able to finish speaking before he took Koge’s lips for his own, kissing her with a breathless passion that she had been missing. For weeks now, their love making had been reduced to basic and boring fucking, leaving her unsatisfied and desperately craving the affection from him that she adored. That passion that had smoldered down to barely embers became a raging fire with just the connection of their lips, burning Koge from the inside out. She knew that fire wouldn’t cease, that nothing but being one with him could extinguish the flame, and so she allowed herself to be devoured by him.

A soft groan left his lips with just the taste of her, his hand sliding back up her thigh to pull her hips tighter up against him. Shifting her body to get closer, Koge let out a small squeak as his thigh pressed up between hers, firmly resting up against her sex. Legs intertwined and craving the new pleasure his leg provided, Koge let her hand slide around to softly caress his neck while the other stayed dug into his hair, all while her hips began to roll and grind against his thigh. With her first soft sigh of pleasure into the kiss, Bakugou kept his large palm placed firmly on her ass, squeezing the plush form.

“Do whatever you want, Utsuro,” Bakugou spoke low against her lips, catching her gaze between the moments that their lips parted. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything for you.”

Koge moaned sweetly, tightening her legs around his thigh as her grinding became more vigorous. She could feel the hard form of his cock digging into her lower stomach with each roll of her hips, being sure to purposefully push them further in so that he got some attention as well. “I just want you to love me, Katsuki,” Her voice hitched from the pressure against her clit, her skin tingling with the pleasure and heat rolling through her body from his touch. “Touch me. Hold me… And just let me in. Let me love you and comfort you, too. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Bakugou’s hand slid up under her t-shirt to caress her back near her shoulder blades, pulling her in tighter against his chest as their lips met again. Meanwhile, Koge’s traveled down across his chest and around to his back, tracing the form of his muscles until her fingers reached one of the little dimples right above where the hem of his sweatpants rested. Just feeling his body like this made her movements more passionate, picking up the pace of her grinding on his leg. It had felt like an eternity since they had been so close together like this, every other moment for weeks feeling like there was no love or emotion behind anything they did. He had been so checked out of the relationship, his mind swirling in his troubles and struggles, and although she wished that he would have come to her sooner, Koge knew why he hadn’t.

She knew, because this had happened only a few years ago, with Koge shutting down and blocking him from helping her for months on end. Back then, she hadn’t felt like she was worth his worry or like she was good enough for him at all, and she had said horrible things to him, too. And now, his internal struggles were exploding just as hers had, burdening him with feelings of inadequacy, weakness, and like he was undeserving. He didn’t have to say it. She knew, because their connection and understanding of each other wasn’t something that could be easily explained. It was deep and strong, powerful enough to get them through anything, as long as they were together.

Beginning to be able to feel her heat and wetness coating not only her underwear, but her thighs and his sweatpants as well, Koge wanted to give him something in return. Her hand slipping beneath his sweatpants and boxers, her soft touch stroked across his ass and to his hip, tenderly cupping his hard and throbbing member after she set him free from his clothes.

“Fuck,” Bakugou growled against her lips at the touch, pressing his forehead into hers to catch her gaze and watch her expression. “Your hands are always so damn cold. You fucking walking freezer.”

Koge couldn’t resist a soft smirk against his lips, rolling her thumb teasingly around this tip to displace the leaking precum. “Well, someone seems to like it. You. You’re someone.” Shifting herself up a bit higher, Koge’s leg came to rest over his hip instead, giving her enough room to let his cock rest flush between her legs and up against her sex. “How’s that? Warmer?”

“Not quite warm enough,” His hand moving back down to her ass, he used his impressive reach to be able to pull her underwear to the side, the tip of his cock teasing her wet and aching hole.

Nibbling at her bottom lip, Koge felt heat spread across her cheeks, her stomach bubbling with anticipation. She wanted him to be inside her so badly, to connect with her and be one, to share that love and sentimental passion that no one else in the world would ever see. Their love, although scarred with healed wounds and new scratches, could never be broken.

“Katsuki,” Koge whispered out breathlessly, her hand once again caressing his cheek. “Please…”

With only a slight shifting of his hips and some guidance from his fingers, Bakugou began to slip his cock into her, both of them sighing in satisfaction as they became entangled together, on their sides and as close as they could possibly get. One arm supporting her head with his fingers buried into her hair, the other hooked firmly around her waist, allowing Bakugou to hold her steady as he began a slow roll of his hips. The moonlit room was swimming with sounds of soft sighs and tender moans, surrounding them completely in a bubble of their own world that contained nothing but each other.

Koge already felt like she was going to go mad from the heat between them, the strength of his body against her, and the slow yet consistent rhythm of his cock moving inside her. This feeling of being so close to him, so full and connected was something that she would never get used to, nor was it ever something she wanted to lose. As the desperation to keep him close swirled around in her belly with all her other fluttering feelings of adoration and longing, Koge kept herself clutched onto him tightly, her nails dug into his back and foreheads resting against each other. The closeness had their noses and lips brushing with every thrust, a kiss being shared here and there between moans and soft sighs. She could stay like this forever, staring into his crimson gaze, surrounded inside and out by his presence.

“Mm, Katsuki-” Koge had to hold back a louder moan, biting down onto her bottom lip as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. “S-so good… You feel so good inside me-” A sharp gasp and a squeak cut her off as Bakugou’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling and bending her hair back just enough to add to her pleasure. He couldn’t resist a low groan that rumbled in his chest from her change in expression with the new pain, her brow furrowing upwards and lips parted in a restrained moan. The tears that she had been holding back since the beginning gathered at the corners of her eyes and in her lashes, shimmering with the moonlight and threatening to fall at any second.

“Yeah, Utsuro? You like my cock inside you? Of course you do-” Bakugou answered for her when she was only able to give a meek nod, her voice hitching with increased roughness. “Ah fuck… You’re so tight. So fucking hot!” What was once tender morphed into a greedy craving of pleasure that was mutual between them, as Bakugou rolled them over so she was on her back. His hand still gripping her hair at the scalp, he kept his lips hovering over her open mouth, captivated by her expression shifting as her eyes rolled back. “I’ve missed that look… Fuck I wish I could hear you scream for me right now.”

Keeping her legs wrapped loosely around his waist to let him move however he pleased, Koge allowed him to ravage her, doing everything she could to control the volume of her voice. He felt so good slamming into her like this, his thick cock filling up every inch of her and leaving nothing untouched. Her orgasm was quickly approaching, and she was sure to let him know that with his nails dug deep into the skin of his back and her uncontrollable subdued gasps.

“That’s it, Utsuro,” Bakugou hissed against her flushed and tear stained cheek, his eyes never leaving hers. “Cum for me, baby.”

The rare pet name slipping from his lips immediately set Koge off, more tears spilling from her eyes as her voice hitched with a moan and a sob. “Ka-Katsu--!” Right as her voice peaked, Bakugou’s large palm clamped over her mouth, releasing her hair to instead muffle her moans and uncontrollable sobs as she came hard. The feeling of her clenching and squeezing around his cock brought a hiss from behind his teeth, hiding his face into her shoulder as he helped her ride out her orgasm with slower, shallow thrusts. It took Koge a few minutes to finally fall back down from her high enough to take back control of her voice and her body, breathing heavily in through her nose and stroking his hair with trembling fingers.

Moving his hand away from her mouth, Bakugou instead caressed her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her tears while his lips kissed away the others. Without another word, he began to move within her again, though he didn’t pick back up where he had left off. Instead, his thrusts were slow and deep, much as they had been at the beginning, his focus entirely on her face and his gaze staying firmly locked with hers. As she looked back up at him, Koge couldn’t help but wonder how there could be so much love, so much absolute infatuation within his gaze. It made her heart - her entire body - melt into him like butter, and she could only hope that he could see it in her eyes, too.

How much she loved him.

How much she needed him.

How happy he made her.

How truly blessed she was to call him her husband.

“Koge,” Bakugou spoke with trembling breath, his thrusts quickening as he grew closer to his peak. “I’m sorry. And I love you. I love you more than fucking anything.”

“I love you, too, Katsuki. I love you-!” Koge tightened her grip on him as he kissed her passionately, clenching her eyes shut tightly to try and control her tears. Within moments, Bakugou’s thrusts became erratic, digging himself into her as he released hot ropes of cum inside her. Just the feeling of how hot it was made Koge tremble, sighing softly against his lips while he moaned in pleasure of his release against hers.

“Mm, fuck--” Bakugou cupped both of her cheeks, placing kisses on her lips that soon traveled up the bridge of her nose to her forehead. “Damn it, I love you.”

Smiling, Koge gave a soft giggle as his lips came down across her temple and cheek, able to feel the heat of his lips even against her flushed skin. “I love you, too, my Katsuki. Was I cute enough for you?”

Bakugou gave a grunt, his final kiss on her lips rough and punishing for her teasing. “Don’t be a smartass.” Removing himself from her, Bakugou adjusted his clothes back into place on his hips before squeezing himself between her body and the back of the couch, laying down on his side facing her. Before Koge could even think about whining about being cold, he pulled the fleece blanket that had been pushed down near their feet back up and over them, tucking it up behind her back and under her side as she turned to face him.

“Ooh, you know me so well.” Koge nuzzled her nose against his softly as they grew comfortable together. “Mm, so toasty. My heater.”

“Fuck off.” Bakugou tenderly moved some of her hair out of her face and back behind her ear, his choice of words not matching his calm tone. “You leech.”

“Your leech, you mean. Or should I say, your baby.” Koge couldn’t resist a smile as Bakugou’s face flushed, his brow furrowing as if he didn’t expect her to pick on him so soon. “You called me ‘baby’!”

“Tch, so what if I did?!” His typical defensive snarl was paired with a hushed yell, as if he were scolding one of his children in a store instead of his wife. “I can call you whatever the hell I want to, Utsuro!”

“Then do it! Please,” Batting her eyelashes innocently, Koge gave a playful pout. “Call me ‘baby’.”

“You want me to?”

“Yes!”

“Then I’m not going to. All you get is ‘Utsuro’!”

“You can’t just give it to me and then rip it out of my hands like that, Katsuki!” Koge whined as she shoved her head into his chest, giving his body a punishing squeeze with all her limbs that were entangled with his. “It’s the worst!”

Bakugou stroked the back of her head softly, giving a tired sigh as he closed his eyes. “But I like Utsuro…”

“I know, but there’s nothing wrong with changing it up sometimes, love.”

“But Utsuro is my name for you. And only mine.”

Cheeks flushing, Koge nuzzled her face up into his neck, kissing his skin softly. “Mm… Because I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby,” Bakugou smirked against the top of her head as Koge gave a small, happy squeal, pressing herself in tighter against him. Though, it was quick to fade as the fight they had crept back up along his spine, and Koge was easily able to pick up on his sudden lax posture.

Tilting her head back up, she caught his gaze, her hand coming to rest softly on his cheek. “You want to tell me about it now?”

Brow furrowing deeply, Bakugou couldn’t seem to find it in himself to look into her eyes now, his gaze locked on the tip of her nose. “There’s nothing anyone could have done to me that would excuse the way I acted.”

“It still upset you, love. A lot. Please tell me?”

Bakugou fell silent for a moment, only the soft ticking of the clock through the quiet room giving Koge any sense of how many minutes went by. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, it was as if every little noise in the room hushed, from the ticking to the buzz of the electricity in the walls, and Koge couldn’t help but hold her breath.

“I’ve dealt with not being appreciated like other heroes. Like Deku or Todoroki. Or anyone else, for that matter. Anything great I ever do is always latched to my attitude… and my failures. Controversies… All that bullshit.” Bakugou paused for a moment to move a strand of hair off her cheek, still unable to look her in the eye. “These past few weeks, I felt really pressured to… Prove that I was worth something. I’ve tried hard, and it’s worked, but I began to realize that I was starting to lose you. And the kids… I worried that… to get one thing I want, I’ll have to lose the other. And that scared the shit out of me. Just even allowing myself to think like that. Total fucking stupidity.”

“Why were you feeling like you needed to prove something?” Koge couldn’t stop the small frown on her lips, which Bakugou was quick to kiss away gently. Finally, his gaze met hers, and the pain she had been familiar with since high school made itself clear.

“Because of today. You know that every year since it happened, there’s a special about All Might’s final fight and retirement. And every time… every fucking time… The asshole reporters make it seem like it’s my fault. That I haven’t been the type of hero that was worthy of being saved back then. That his sacrifice was for nothing.” A moment passed as he gathered his thoughts, his fingers still working their way through her hair. “And still, after everything I did… Everything I tried to do lately, it still happened. And then I take it out on you… I’m weak. And like I said, nothing I can do will make up for the shitty things I’ve done.”

Koge felt a burning build up in the back of her throat as new tears gathered in her eyes, placing her hand on his cheek. “Katsuki, that’s not true. You are an amazing hero, and so many people look up to you. They respect you and they adore you. There will always be some people out there with negative opinions, and you know that negativity gets higher ratings and views in the media. But those things don’t make up who you are. You are a great man. A strong hero. A loving husband and father. And there is nothing wrong with being weak, because you have people in your life who will support you and build you up stronger.”

With a blink, her frustrated tear fell from the inner corner of her eye and traveled down the side of her nose, but Bakugou was quick to wipe it away with the rough pad of his thumb. Sniffling, Koge held his hand against her cheek, soaking in the feeling of his tender touch and his heat.

“I know it’s hard to accept, but it is okay to be weak. To be imperfect. Because you grow from these things. Never forget your accomplishments. You’re Japan’s Ground Zero, the number two hero. And you are my Katsuki, number one best friend, husband, and father to three little squids. I love you. Please don’t forget to love yourself.”

Although there were no words, Koge could see the slight fault in Bakugou’s stern expression, though his face was buried into her hair as he squeezed her in close before other emotions could break loose.

“You and your mushy shit, Koge… How do you always know exactly what to say…?”

“Because I can see the truth, Katsuki.”

“Oh yeah, you have like a third eye or some shit?”

Sniffling, Koge pulled back from him, giving him multiple playful kisses on the lips in punishment of his teasing. Right as she was about to stop, Bakugou took over to kiss her tenderly, melting Koge to the core until she was like putty in his hands. With a soft hum in happiness, Koge smiled against his lips nuzzling her nose against his softly. Bakugou responded with one last kiss, giving his own sigh and small smile.

“Thank you… Koge.”

Tagging: @gallickingun , @aizawasbedtimestories

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shijiujun · 4 years ago

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Alternatively, that spoilers anon could just block the tag of the fandom they don't wanna see rn, then when they're finished with that piece of media they can come back and raid that tags. I just started tgcf and unfortunately it's how I have to go for now :( but at least I've stopped seeing spoilers

hahahaha yeah agreed thanks for the note! tbh i do think it’s impossible to avoid spoilers unless you blacklist the tag of the show itself, although i think blocking also helps you to minimize seeing a particular user’s posts even if someone else you follow reblogs from that user, i think?

and unfortunately i think it’s not very possible to rely on getting the op or user to help their followers curate what they want/don’t want to see on their blogs, especially in terms of spoilers

there’s always going to be like a forgotten tag (i’m sorry, i’m really getting more forgetful these days)

something i might not think is a spoiler but others think is a spoiler

every user has different tagging systems (if any), for e.g. i’m not the type to consistently leave tags in my reblogs (self or otherwise), so it’s best not to assume that every user would want to, or has the habit of adding certain tags to their posts/reblogs (of course i try my best, but yeah, i don’t feel like i need to justify why i did or did not put certain tags XD)

like you said, best to be safe and just blacklist a larger tag instead of just spoilers, or just block/unfollow the user(s) they have an issue with - totally valid and yeah just do what’s best for what you want to see!

the only exception is trigger warning or content warning tags - if i forgot to put any of these, any followers are free to tell me to pls add certain tags in this case, and for those in any case i do put them under a cut as well and give plenty of warnings (i hope) XDDD there’s really only so much i can do for spoilers hahaha

in any case, would like to add once again that my blog (as is stated in my description) is not a spoiler free blog - sorry if anyone feels bothered or have their browsing experiences disrupted, but yep, you’re gonna see some spoilers here, and unfortunately i really do forget to tag sometimes XD pls feel free to unfollow/block!

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lovelybnhaimagines · 4 years ago

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Confessions

I wrote this a while ago, and I want to share it with y’all. Thanks to @owo-bisexy; they gave me the confidence to post this. I just want that Kirishima x Tomoe content. I hope you guys enjoy reading it if you do. If you don’t want that OC content, then you can blacklist the tags <3 I also want to thank @almaadst for inspiring me to write my OC content. Her art really wanted me to write more Tomoe content

Kirishima paced around the room. He tried rehearsing what he was going to say in the mirror, but it fell flat. He didn’t know what to say, and he fumbled over his words. He gave a sigh and banged his head against the wall. He needed help.

He decided to go to the rest of the Bakusquad, asking for help. They were chilling in the living room of the dorm with Sero and Kaminari joking around the most. Bakugo just laid back and was reading a magazine.

“Guys… I need help.”

They all turned their attention to him, “With what?”

“I want to tell Goda how I feel.”

“Ew, just call her Tomoe, her last name is awful,” Kaminari complained, “Anyway why would you want to do that.”

“I have feelings for her,” Kirishima admitted, “Ever since the school year began, I realized that I liked her.”

“Oh, is that why you act weird when she’s around now?” Sero was smiling, holding back his jokes and teases.

Kirishima gave a big sigh, nodding his head in defeat, “Yeah.”

“Oooh, our little Kirishima in love,” Kaminari joked, “And with his best friend.”

“That’s the problem!” Kirishima flopped down on the couch, “I have no idea what to say, and what if I ruined our friendship? It would be bad news for the rest of you guys.”

“I love having her around, but she’s too scary don’t you think?” Kaminari asked giving a skeptical look.

“Dude, just because she kicks your ass, it doesn’t make her scary,” Sero threw the pillow he was holding at Kaminari.

“I’m just saying. She’s scary to me.” Kaminari shrugged.

“Who’s scary?” Tomoe just came downstairs, and Kirishima practically jumped out of his skin.

“Oh, uh-“ Kaminari couldn’t even find an answer. Tomoe gave an annoyed look at him, rolling her eyes in the process.

“If it’s a woman who turned you down, she’s not scary I assure you.” Tomoe snuffed her nose up. Walking to where they are, she sat down on the couch adjacent to Kirishima’s seat. He just looked down, trying to hide the blush that covered his face.

Everyone remained silent. Tomoe looked at all of them and sighed, “Do I have something on my face?”

“Yeah, resting bitch face,” Kaminari mumbled, earning Tomoe throwing the couch pillow as hard as she could at him, “It was a joke!”

“Not a very funny one.” Tomoe laughed anyway. She understood Kaminari’s antics and just put up with it normally.

Kirishima still hadn’t said anything, earning a concerned look from Tomoe, “You alright Kiri?”

“Yes!” He said a bit too quickly, “I just don’t feel well.”

“Oh, that’s bad.” Tomoe ran her hand through her slicked back hair. She normally did this when she was thinking, “Have you tried taking medicine?”

“Not yet.”

“I don’t think his issue can be solved through medicine,” Sero joked. Kirishima shot him a surprised look, more embarrassed from before.

“Well, nothing rest wouldn’t be able to fix. Maybe you should go to bed.”

“If anyone wants to go to bed, it’s me,” Bakugo said annoyed. He threw his magazine on the coffee table in front of him. He simply left the entire conversation.

“What’s got his panties in a twist?” Tomoe asked.

“He hates us you know.” Kaminari meant it as a joke, but he was surprised by Tomoe’s response.

“We’ll you all know he looooves me.” Clearly a joke, but Kirishima gripped the bottom of his shirt. The way Tomoe stretched out the word love pained him.

Tomoe didn’t notice this, and Mina called her over to the kitchen, “Well that’s my que to leave. Hope you dorks have a nice evening.”

“You too.” Sero said

“Yeah bitch,” Kaminari joked again, earning another eye roll from Tomoe. As she walked away, she squeezed Kirishima’s shoulder.

“I hope you feel better.” With that, she walked away to join Mina.

Kirishima let out a sigh. It was like he held his breath for the entire exchange.

“You alright?” Sero asked with concern in his voice.

“No.”

“Nah, you’ll be fine. You just have to say these words, ‘Tomoe, I love you.’” Kaminari then made a kissy face, pretending to hold an imaginary Tomoe.

“You heard her! She loves Bakugo.” Kirishima buried his face into his hands.

“Dude, she was clearly joking. The way she butts heads with him, you would think they would be enemies, yet she puts up with his shit.” Kaminari flopped down on the couch next to Sero who leaned away from him.

“She’s a very blunt person. You just have to go up to her and tell her.”

“I’m gonna fuck it up,” Kirishima groaned, “She would never fall for me.”

“Quit putting yourself down.” Sero got up and sat next to Kirishima, “Look, you guys have known each other since middle school, you don’t think she’s developed something towards you.”

“No, she probably thinks I’m like a brother. I know Mina does, and they’re best friends.”

“Dude, she’s not Mina. I’m getting really tired of you talking about this,” Kaminari groaned, “She’s just a person. I’m sure she would understand if she didn’t like you back.”

Kirishima was starting to think these two are super unhelpful, “I just need to practice what I’m going to say to her.”

“That’s the spirit!” Sero patted him on the back, “You just got to man up. It’s the manly thing to do. You always talk about that.”

He normally would agree, but Kirishima felt sheepish. He felt like he couldn’t do the “manly” act and just tell Tomoe.

With a goodnight, he decided to turn to his other resource: Bakugo. He gently knocked on his door.

“What the hell do you want?” Bakugo said, slamming the door open. Once he saw it was Kirishima, his expression became softer.

“Dude, I need your help.”

“Is this about Tomoe?” Kirishima nodded, earning Bakugo to close the door on him. Kirishima’s mind started to go out of control. What if Bakugo liked Tomoe? And she liked him back? He started knocking on the door again, “You really won’t let this go?”

Kirishima nodded again. Bakugo groaned and let him inside his room. Kirishima sat in the desk chair while Bakugo sat on the bed, “What do you want?”

“I need to practice how to tell Tomoe that I like her,” Kirishima sheepishly replied.

“Just do it.”

“I can’t! Every time I try, I stumble over my words, and I keep thinking she’ll laugh at me or something-“

“Listen, Tomoe isn’t like that. If there’s anyone she wouldn’t laugh at, is your shitty face.” It was somewhat comforting. It was Bakugo’s way of doing it.

“I know, but-“ Kirishima trailed off, gripping the bottom of his shirt, “I don’t want to ruin my relationship with her.”

“You either tell her and face the consequence or you suffer. You should figure out which is better.”

Bakugo was right, but he still needed to figure out how to do it.

“Can I practice on-“

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

Bakugo seemed firm on this, leading Kirishima to become more solemn.

“Why don’t you practice on Kaminari, shit for brains?”

“I guess.” Kirishima got up to leave. He didn’t really get the advice he needed. Maybe he should go to a different source in the morning.

“Mina!” Kirishima called out to her after class. She turned to face him with a smile. Unfortunately, Tomoe was with her.

“What’s up Kirishima?”

“I-I just needed to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

He had to come up with something quick! Otherwise, Tomoe would catch on. But her eyes staring at him was distracting.

“I need help with…” Think. Think! “Dancing!”

“Dancing? Never pegged you as wanting to dance.”

“Yeah,” Tomoe responded skeptically, “You’ve been acting really weird lately.”

“Oh me? Psh, nah. I’m my usual self.” Smooth.

“Sure. Well Mina, I need to go work out. I guess you need to help Kirishima.” She said a quick goodbye and left, giving Kirishima some relief (even though he was sad not to be in her presence)

“So, dancing?” Mina interrupted his thoughts.

“Well, not really.” Kirishima fumbled over his words, “I want to confess to Tomoe.”

Mina’s face brightened up so much, “Oh my gosh, you like her!”

Kirishima shushed her, in case Tomoe came back, “Can you keep this a secret? I just need help.”

“Of course! I’m more than willing to help.” She grabbed Kirishima by the arm, “Let’s meet outside after everyone goes to bed to practice ok?”

Kirishima nodded as she led him away to the dorm, asking him all the details on his crush on Tomoe.

“Ok, so pretend I’m Tomoe! I’ll try to respond like she would.” Mina said. They were behind the dorm building, giving them the privacy, they needed.

“Um, alright,” Kirishima said, while Mina stood like Tomoe would, “Uh, Goda, I want to tell you something.”

“Oh? What is it?” Mina said mimicking your voice. Kirishima didn’t answer, instead he blushed intensely, “You alright Kiri? You don’t look so well.”

“I’m ok,” Kirishima stuttered out. He was cursing himself mentally unsure of what to say next.

“Come on, out with it.”

“I-“ Mina leaned in with excitement eager to hear Kirishima to say what she wants.

“Oh, I can’t do it Mina!” She deflated and groaned.

“Kirishima, you got to tell her. You don’t have to be fancy about it. Look, I’m here to help. Let me give you a script.”

With that, they practiced the entire night. Kirishima did feel better after discussing with Mina. She reassured him that he could do it.

“Alright bud,” Kaminari wrapped his arm around Kirishima’s shoulder, “Today’s the day. right? You’re going to do great.”

Mina told them about the time that Kirishima would confess to Tomoe. He would simply go up to her at lunch, sit next to her, and say what he practiced with Mina last night.

“You got this,” Sero said, walking along side Kaminari and Kirishima, “We know you can do this.”

“Right, I can do this,” Kirishima said with a little confidence. Just say what Mina told him to say. They walked into the cafeteria, and he saw Tomoe sitting there across from Mina. Mina glanced over and made a motion for him to come over.

He walked over; palms were sweaty.

“Oh! Kirishima, what a surprise!” Mina said, trying to hide her excitement, “What do you want?”

“Oh, um nothing much,” Kirishima said. He needed help. Kaminari and Sero walked up to the helpless man.

“Hey Mina, we need your help with something. Please if you could,” Sero asked with some excitement in his voice as well.

“Yes! I shall help.” And with that they quickly left. Kirishima saw they were still in his sightline and gave him a thumbs up.

“You feel better Kiri?” Tomoe asked motioning for him to sit down, which he gladly took, afraid that he would pass out standing up.

“Uh, yeah. I feel better.” Kirishima kept repeating to himself ‘You can do it’ over and over in his head.

“That’s good to hear. I was really worried about you there.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied. The time is now, “Hey Goda, can I tell you something?”

“Of course! You don’t need to ask permission.” Here it is. The chance of a lifetime.

“Well, I know we’ve only really known each other this year. When I saw you with Mina in middle school, I wanted to be with you. I’m glad we go to the same school, and I just want to say that well-“ Kirishima stuttered all the way through his words. He saw Tomoe’s eyes staring back at him, and it practically made him weak. The pretty reddish hue full of wonder and excitement.

“Well, I like you and being with you.” Her face broke out in a light pink blush. She seemed shocked. It gave Kirishima some hope.

“I like you too and being with you too,” Tomoe started, unable to look Kirishima in the eyes. Kirishima held his breath, hoping she really meant those words, “I wouldn’t want to replace you as a friend.”

“Ouch!” Kaminari mouthed jokingly to Kirishima. He turned as red as his hair, unable to speak. As soon as he got his bearings together, he broke his silence.

“I know. I wouldn’t want that too. I’m glad we’re friends.” He was barely able to get that out. Tomoe gave a small smile, stood up, and left.

Mina chased after her, and Sero and Kaminari came running over, “Dude, you got rejected hardcore.”

“At least it didn’t ruin your friendship,” Sero said trying to make Kirishima feel better after Kaminari’s words.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Kirishima felt dejected; honestly, he could cry at this moment. He stood up and decided to go back to class. He stopped when he heard Mina’s voice.

“Girl! Why did you do that?” She exclaimed in shock to Tomoe, “I thought you said you would say yes if Kirishima tried to confess.”

“I’m sorry! That wasn’t a confession. He just wanted to affirm our friendship,” Tomoe said in a panic, pacing back and forth, “I didn’t want to say I liked him in that way. He would think that I was being weird. And then I would make it super awkward, and we wouldn’t be able to be in the same room and-“

“Ok, ok. I get it,” Mina replied, “You’re so helpless sometimes. I’m telling you that he likes you.”

“As a friend!”

“No, no. I mean it. You just have to ask him out. You know he won’t do it.”

Tomoe groaned, practically banging her head against the wall. Kirishima saw her blush extend to her ears; a true sign that she was embarrassed.

Kirishima witnessed all of this, and that’s all he needed to know for now. He’ll try again in the future, and he’ll do a proper confession when you were both ready.

#kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #bnha kirishima #bnha #boku no hero academia oc #my hero academia oc #boku no hero oc #bnha oc #Kirishima x tomoe #Tomoe #goda tomoe #Tomoe goda #I love my OC :')

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ao3feed-tododeku · 4 years ago

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And I Snuck in Every Night That Summer Just to Seal My Fate

and i snuck in every night that summer just to seal my fate by meiishu

Enji Todoroki is a famous movie director who lives in the gorgeous, rolling hills of Hollywood. He always has a proper staff at his estate. So it makes sense that, despite his youngest son's protests, he decided to hire a new poolboy after their last one was let go.

It shouldn't be too much of an issue. All Izuku Midoriya has to do is arrive in the early hours of the morning, make sure the pool is cleaned out properly, and then go home. He's just there to do a job. Shouto's only being dramatic; a new poolboy shouldn't get in the way of his swimming practices.

Of course that makes sense. In theory, it makes perfect sense.

(or; an au where the todoroki family is loaded and they hire a poolboy for the summer -- a poolboy that shouto just can't keep his eyes off of.)

this fic is pre-written, and will update every monday!

Words: 2075, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Family, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, mostly tagging him specifically in case anyone has him blacklisted

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, there's also background dabihawks, theres also a smidge of miruyumi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hollywood, poolboy AU, Secret Relationship, lots of pining, no betas we die like the men kirishima wants us to be, quirkless au, Modern AU, this fic is rated m but theres no smut, Just suggestive situations, tododeku are in their 20s in this as well, so aged up

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28839984

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💚#💙#Tododeku #♥#R:M #A:Meiishu #No Quirks AU

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artistic-writer · 5 years ago

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The Contract :: CS Omegaverse :: Ch 7

Title: The Contract Rating: E Summary: Emma had never wanted much in her life, despite being married to one of the richest men in the world. For ten years she has felt like a prisoner in her own marriage, denied the one thing she wants the most, but her husband cannot help but bargain her want like a cheap business deal. Enter Killian Jones, the Alpha her husband has hired to make sure she gets what she wants. And then some.

AO3 - Ko-Fi (100% of coffee’s bought go towards buying @adognamedkillian toys and treats!)

A/N: Chapter 7!!! It comes with some trigger warnings i’m afraid, because I am just that kind of writer *evil grin* TW: domestic abuse. I don’t know what else to call it without giving anything away, which i do not want to do. As always, if in doubt, message me. This chapter has the answers everyone has been waiting for, and some other good news! Ch 8 is already done!

Fantastic artwork by @kmomof4 so give her some love and beta’d by the lovely @hollyethecurious And as ever, thank you to all the ladies in Discord! Thanks ladies!

This is an Omegaverse fic featuring A/B/O dynamics. Whilst this varies from fandom to fandom, for the purposes of my fic, there will be no mpreg. Just so you know. There will however be knotting, breeding, heats and other delicious things that come along with A/B/O. If you do not know what A/B/O is, feel free to message me :) Many thanks to @hollyethecurious @shardminds @kmomof4 @darkcolinodonorgasm @resident-of-storybrooke and @ineffablecolors for letting me bounce my complicated ideas of you lol

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A week was going to be far too long. It was only seven days but in the grand scheme of things, Emma worried that it might feel like forever without the Alpha she was now sure she was in love with. Of course, she hadn’t told him that. Like an idiot, once he had declared his feelings, she had pretended she was asleep and let him pull her harder into his embrace where she had spent the rest of the night. Morning had come and he was gone but she didn’t blame him. After all, she was well aware that Graham was having the apartment watched, making sure that neither of them broke the terms of his precious contract.

Maybe this was a blessing. Maybe they had been spending too much time together. As much as Emma wanted her bastard husband to be wrong, maybe he was right. For the next seven days she was to accompany Ruby to a very exclusive spa where they would get some much needed rest and relaxation, or so Graham had told her. In truth, he had been angry at how much time she was spending with Killian, his loyal henchmen having told on them and their extra meetings. She should have known. Graham was far too connected to not find out, and Emma had only agreed to go with Ruby because she was afraid of confirming the reality of his paranoia.

Emma did have feelings for Killian. They were more than she had ever felt before, powerful and robust and she was sure that not even seven days apart would change them. The time would be perfect for her to process her own feelings, and how to let Killian know that she felt the same. Emotions had ever been her strongest point, and to play along with his little game, Emma had told Graham that she would be glad to get away from all the men in her life, which also meant, however, that she had to be careful of what she told Ruby. Best friend or not, she was still a spy for Graham and she had no doubt that Ruby would sing like a songbird given half the opportunity.

All Emma had to do now was tell Killian.

It would crush him to see her gone. Emma knew what it meant for an Alpha to declare their love for another. Most of the time they never did until they were sure they had found that perfect someone, but she had never known a single Alpha to pair with a Beta as their mate. Ever. That was half of the confusion currently swirling around inside Emma’s head. She was a Beta, and a broken one at that, illness rife within her body, and she was damn sure she wasn’t worth the love of any Alpha, let alone one so perfect.

She paced up and down the apartment, stopping briefly to draw the curtains. The metal rings scraped across the metal rail, but the sound was quickly drowned out when a car sped passed outside. Emma pulled one curtain back a little in case it had been Killian, but the bright red tail lights at the end of the street dashed her hopes in a second. With a sigh, she shut the curtain again and resumed her steady pacing around the apartment.

She had never been a worrier before, but suddenly she felt herself apprehensive for Killian’s arrival. Years of mental control at the hands of a so-called husband would do that to anyone, but rationally Emma knew that whatever she had to say, Killian would be okay with. In a way, she kind of agreed with Graham, not because she thought they needed to be apart, but because they had been spending so much time together even she was starting to realise that she only smiled when she heard Killian’s voice. Graham was a lot of things, but he was not blind.

Emma only wanted to tell Killian one thing; that she felt the same way and she would be back with the same feelings in her heart.

Her attachment to Killian had become so much lately that she didn’t even recognize herself anymore. She had become someone else, someone liberated and where she had previously been quick to argue, she was now willing to accept whatever pleasure or punishment was dealt out to her. Killian had awakened that inside of her, and she was not ready to let it go. She knew Graham would never give her a divorce, but over the last few hours she had found herself trying to fabricate ways of getting rid of him for good.

A soft knock on the door woke her from her murderous daydream and she was up and racing towards the door before she had even looked in that direction. She knew it was Killian. She could smell him, even through the door, cedarwood and sea salt with a dash of darkness that only she had been privy to. She grabbed the door handle and pulled hard, the wooden panel jumping from the frame without a single sound. She gasped, because somewhere between drawing the curtains and plotting her husband’s death, it had rained, obvious by the fact that Killian now stood in her doorway dripping wet.

He was out of breath having raced from his car, but had been unable to avoid the downpour. His clothes were soaked, clinging to every definition of muscle that Emma could see, his dark blue t-shirt moving with every heave of his chest. Her eyes moved down, over the outline of his bulge now defined by the dampness of his pants and she felt herself suddenly become short of her own breath. When she looked back up to his face, hair dishevelled and clinging to his forehead, she noticed a drip as it fell from the tip of his nose and his eyes were wide with worry, the blue much brighter than she remembered as he searched her face for an answer.

“Emma,” he whispered, like it was the only word he could say. It held so much meaning, a question he needed to know the answer too, but as he searched her face for what he sought, Emma burst into tears.

Killian was over the threshold in a heartbeat, slamming the door behind him just before clutching her face in his hands and dipping his head down to attract her gaze again. Watery eyes tried to focus on his features but Emma couldn’t speak. All she could do was shake her head to tell him something was wrong, and Emma grabbed his hands, holding them to her face in an attempt to keep his warmth on her skin. Even after standing in the rain he was hot, a true Alpha trait, and Emma felt herself immediately calmed by his touch.

“Shh, my love,” Killian said calmly, stroking his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe away her tears, but his words caused a new wave to burst from her eyelids. “Oh, Emma,” Killian soothed, placing one hand on the back of her head and pulling her to his chest.

Her arms wrapped around him immediately, fingers interlocking behind his back and holding him tightly. Killian let her cry, let her expel all of her wails into the fabric of his t-shirt as he stroked her hair, his own tears burning the rims of his eyes. He pinched them closed in an attempt to halt the sob in his chest at how much she was hurting, and a single tear rolled down his still wet face and fell onto the fabric of Emma’s oversized shirt.

After rubbing her back for a good few minutes, and letting her cry until her energy was almost gone, Killian smoothed his hands over her shoulders and pulled her from his body. Her eyes were red, as was the rims of her nostrils, and she quickly wiped at her nose with the extra long sleeve of the white shirt. “Is this one of mine?” Killian asked her with a small smile and Emma coughed out a watery laugh at his attempt to distract her.

“Maybe,” she shrugged weakly.

“It looks good on you,” he said with a smirk, arching an eyebrow playfully.

“It smells like you,” Emma sobbed, a fresh set of tears causing her vision to blur again.

“Hey, now, don’t start that again,” Killian pleaded, rubbing her arms lovingly. “What’s got you all upset, love?”

Emma’s bottom lip quivered and she was unable to stop it. She opened her mouth to speak but the lump in her throat stopped any of the words from coming out.

“Is it something I’ve done?” Killian asked her urgently, the tips of his ears blushing with pink. Emma shook her head and real panic rose up from within him about their last encounter. “Something I’ve said?”

“It’s…It’s…,” Emma stammered, unable to find the words she needed.

“Is it me?” Killian forced himself to ask, his jaw clenching straight after the words left his mouth in nothing but a whisper. He hated himself for being so selfish but Emma instantly reassured him.

“Never,” she breathed, placing her hands on his face. “You’re everything to me.”

Killian heaved a sigh of relief. Emma’s words were exactly what he needed to hear, even if they were not the ones he wanted to hear. He hastily gave his face a wipe, another stray tear having fallen in joyous comfort.

“Then please, love, tell me.” His hands slipped down to hers, clutching her fingers in his and giving them a little shake.

Emma gave him a small nervous smile and a nod of assurance before giving his arm a gentle tug and leading him to the couch. Killian followed, letting his hand slip from hers just long enough for him to slip off his jacket and hang it over a stool as they passed by the kitchenette. Emma was already settling against the arm of the couch when he got to her and reached out to take her proffered hand.

“I have to go away,” Emma said softly.

“Away?” Killian repeated, his stomach falling away from him as he sat down and made sure there was no gap between them.

“To a spa,” Emma said, hanging her head. “With my best friend who is also Graham’s mistress.”

Killian let out the breath he had been holding and a nervous laugh. “Is that all?”

“For a week.” Emma looked over to him and he was still smiling.

“Love, that’s nothing. I’ll be here when you get back,” he promised, rubbing a hand over her knee.

“Graham says we are getting too close. He’s been watching us.” Emma’s confession had Killian narrowing his eyes and an envious rage boiled inside of him.

“How?” Killian licked his lips and shook his head. He didn’t need to know the answer really, because he had seen the same car parked outside with the same distinctive henchman behind the poorly blacked out windows as she had. “Are you safe?”

“I think so, but I don’t want to go and have Ruby fish around for information I know Graham has told her to obtain. It’s going to be so fake,” Emma pouted. “I don’t have a lot of people in my life I can trust anymore.”

“You have me,” Killian told her. “You’ll always have me.”

Emma was suddenly overcome with a warmth pooling inside her that she never thought could be felt at a time like this. Killian’s concern meant more than she could say, more than she could describe, and all she could do was launch herself across the sofa and into his awaiting arms. Killian fell backwards onto the cushions and Emma fell onto him, her mouth seeking his for a passionate kiss. He let her fall onto him, nestling her against his chest as she scrambled for his touch, clinging to his wet t-shirt and holding on for dear life, forgetting all of her troubles in an instant.

Emma kissed him hard, like he was going to be gone the second she opened her eyes, and Killian let her, his lips parting ever so slightly and tracing the seam of her lips. Emma obliged, her tongue slipping passed her teeth and into his mouth where it duelled with his in impetuous passion. Her hands clawed at the hem of his shirt, desperate to rid him of the fabric as quickly as possible, but her weight pinned it to his body because she was reluctant to let even a slither of light pass between their bodies.

Killian grew hard despite his intention to not become aroused and he could smell that Emma was too. She was coating his senses in a cloak of visceral need, the animal within him roaring to life at the mere scent of her, and before he could rationalise any thought, his fingers were fumbling with the buttons of the shirt she was wearing, desperate to get to the skin beneath. Emma shifted her position until her knees were on either side of his legs and tore her lips from his, pushing herself into a sit and helping him divest herself of the shirt.

“Are you alright, love,?” Killian breathed, his words a whisper.

“I am now,” Emma sighed. She was in such a haste to rid herself of the shirt that she tore the bottom two buttons off before wrenching it off her shoulders. She was naked underneath, expectantly or not Killian wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t help but watch the sway of her breasts as she wobbled atop his groin while her hands went to work on his pants.

“No, Emma, stop,” Killian ground out, hating his rational brain and grabbing her hands, halting her advances. It pained him to his very soul to stop her, and the look in her eyes, one of pure hurt, sliced right through him.

“Don’t you want me?” Emma whimpered.

“Aye, of course I bloody want you,” Killian assured her with a sure nod. He still found it absolutely baffling how someone as beautiful as Emma had such a low self esteem, but as usual, the answers to his many questions led right back to her sorry excuse of a husband. He sat up, a huge flat palm spreading out over the middle of her back to make sure she didn’t topple backward, and gave her a loving smile. “I know you’re scared he is going to stop this,” he began, skimming his other hand down the length of her arm and massaging her fingers. “Only the gods can express how unbelievably frightened I am of the same thing.” Confident she was well balanced now, Killian slid his hand up her back and buried it in her hair, cradling her head and holding her face to his. Their noses were pressed together side by side and he felt his breath hitch before he pressed his lips to hers for a quick, chaste kiss. “I meant it when I said I loved you, Emma, and I don’t think I know how to stop.”

Emma pulled her head back and Killian’s hand moved to comb her golden tresses through his fingers, eager as ever to reassure her that whatever worry she was feeling would be over with soon. She blinked, swallowing hard. Emma had never told anyone she had loved them, not even Graham. Sure she had told him, but it had always been after he had said it first, as fleeting as those times were, and she wasn’t exactly sure what it meant to love somebody as openly as Killian clearly loved her.

“I can’t-,” she began shyly, but Killian cut her off.

“You don’t have to say it,” Killian added softly, recognizing the turmoil in her features and giving her a boyish smile that melted her heart. He reached behind her for his shirt she had discarded and pulled it up over her back to cover her once more. “I just want you to know that you are loved, Emma, and despite what you might think, you are not worthless.”

Emma’s lips curved into an unsure smile, little ticks of the corners that were accompanied by a rosy blush across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose that told Killian she was not used to such compliments, something he thought of a as grievous crime against the beauty of both her body and soul. She deserved more than she had ever received and if Killian could offer her just a small piece of his heart, he would wait forever for her to fill the void it had left with the gift of a piece of her own.

“Not to me,” Killian added, reiterating his feelings with a smile. “And I do love you.” He stroked the back of his knuckles over the apple of her cheek and his heart warmed with how deep red her cheeks grew. “But we shouldn’t do this, not here, not if the place is being watched.”

Emma nodded in agreement. “You’re right,” she pouted.

“I’m always right, love,” Killian winked. “And when you return I promise to show you just much I want you.” There was a darkness to the tone of his voice that had a shiver running down Emma’s spine but as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared in his next words. “And luckily for you, I’m soft.”

“Soft?” Emma asked, confused.

“Soft,” he repeated with a nod and a grin. When Emma’s brow furrowed he chuckled and took pity on her, sliding her from his lap and wrapping one big strong arm around her. “It means I like cuddling too, even without sex.”

Emma snuggled into his side, stretching an arm across his still soggy midriff and hugging him tighter with a content purr. “Me too,” she said softly, a smile breaking out across her face as wide as a mile when Killian turned his head and kissed her on her forehead. “I mean, the sex is great, but,” she teased and Killian’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“But?” Killian prompted her to continue with a little nudge.

“But this is nice too.” Emma had never really had much physical affection like Killian had given her, little touches here and there and now a full blown snuggle on the couch as if they were a real couple. It made her feel special, more than she ever had done, and somehow she was okay with tonight being a different kind of intimate.

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Angry didn’t even begin to cover what Emma was feeling right now. Thank the Lord for small favours and her chauffeur being on call, because when she had insisted on her driver staying at the resort too, and Graham had obliged, more than likely because the tall, skinny man with small round glasses and a hat Emma was pretty sure was glued to his fake hair piece underneath was actually one of Graham’s many little birds whose favourite song was the Killian and Emma show, she’d had no idea that after just two lunches with Ruby, she would need him to drive her home.

Even thinking about that invasion of marital privacy had her blood bubbling with fury, let alone what she had been stewing on during the drive home after less than half the week at the spa. Was nothing sacred to the man? Emma had been trying so, so hard to fight her growing feelings for Killian, despite everything thrown at her, if not for Graham than for the sake of her reputation as a lady of elite society, a reputation that had helped her fashion out a little niche existence of her own. It wasn’t about being rich, or being able to rub shoulders with these people, but instead about her identity as an individual without Graham, and she still had friends in high places, and many endeavours that would not look favourably at an affair, but did Graham care?

Fuck no.

Clearly not, because if the truth bomb Ruby had just dropped in the lap was anything to go by, Graham didn’t give a flying fuck about her or the meager life she had tried to build for herself in his shadow. Ruby was pregnant and her ever doting husband was the father, apparently something he was thrilled about. However, perhaps the most telling indication of who he was as a person, was when, after telling Ruby how delighted he was for an heir, he told her that Emma would raise the baby with him, as if they had sired the next CEO of the Humbert empire together, totally disregarding the feelings of a mother who would have her tot ripped from her bosom quicker than he could wish he was an Alpha.

The only reason Ruby had told Emma was because she was leaving town to get an abortion and regardless of what had happened between Graham and herself, she still thought of Emma as her best friend, and the whole thing with Graham had been fun and games until she had missed a period. She would tell Graham the baby was dead and knew he wouldn’t waste resources following her to check. Emma understood completely. Ruby was one of her most valued real friends, someone who had been there for her through so much already, and she couldn’t imagine taking the woman’s child and trying to raise it as her own. She just couldn’t. And if Graham knew either of them, he would have realised how insane the idea even was in the first place.

The ride home hadn’t abated Emma’s vehemence towards her husband one bit. It wasn’t about her, and it wasn’t about Ruby, or the life inside of her, but it was about how he had, for so long, managed to breeze through life treating people like property. Emma was sick of it. She was sick of how he had treated every single person and events around him with such frivolity, like his life was a game and his actions had no real consequence. Maybe she was taking it a bit far, storming out of a spa and wellness resort in the middle of the afternoon with nothing but the clothes on her back, but Emma just had to give him a piece of her mind whilst her temper charged storm of emotions swirling inside of her still fuelled her every being. If not for any other reason than he deserved it.

The time it had taken Jeeves - Emma knew that wasn’t his name, but Graham had never let her know his real one for fear they had, ironically, begun an affair - to get her home, Emma’s rage hadn’t fizzled out one iota. She launched herself from the car quicker than it took Jeeves to put it into park, and raced across the expansive gravel driveway in the fading light of afternoon. The sun was heading down for the evening but Emma was wide awake knowing that Graham would be home at this time too, and with any luck, she would be interrupting something he deemed of the utmost importance.

As usual, when the door was opened for her, the lobby of their mansion was empty, cold and uninviting despite the rays of sunshines currently warming their mark into the stone floor. Absentmindedly Emma wondered if they had owned a dog, would it be sunning itself in the beams the way dogs often did, desperate to catch the last warmth of the day. Equally as unnecessary in her thought process, Emma wistfully wished for the carefree life of a pet, free to do whatever she wanted all day without being constantly reminded of how she was nothing but a dissatisfaction wearing an expensive wedding ring.

Boy, was Graham in for some kind of shit storm.

Eventually she found him in his study, after a few pointed directions from staff who thought better than to get in her way, and didn’t even try to hide her ire as she strode across the expansive Persian rug between them and, just as he turned to look at her in shock of her actually being there, slapped him across the face with an audible smack. Hard. Graham’s previously relaxed stance stiffened up in an instant, his eyes fluttering closed as he rearranged his jaw from one side to the other before clenching it closed. Emma was seething, positively vibrating with wrath, the tips of her fingers tingling from the impact that had left a rather telling mark across Graham’s cheek.

“Hello wife,” Graham spat, peeling his eyes open to give her a cold, dead stare. “Back so soon?”

“Don’t ‘wife’ me, you bastard,” Emma yelled, jabbing Graham in the shoulder with the heel of her hand.

“I take it Ruby opened her fat mouth,” Graham mumbled to himself, sighing dramatically. “I guess you know the rest, judging by the pain in my shoulder,” Graham sneered.

“Why the fuck would you think I would raise someone else’s child with you?” Emma shouted, eyes wide with her words.

“It’s not someone else child, Emma, it’s mine,” Graham growled, his voice low and his words ground out through his clenched teeth.

“Oh, that makes it all better!” Emma laughed.

“What are you so angry about?” Graham shrugged. “It’s not like you aren’t getting what you want out of this arrangement.”

He meant Killian and Emma knew it, swallowing the spiteful words that threatened to fall out of mouth back down where they could fester in her stomach some more. “And what about Ruby, huh? You think she is just going to give up her child?”

Graham turned and Emma was taken back by his calm demeanour. “The child is a Humbert. It will live with me and you are my wife, and as such you will be expected to raise it accordingly.”

“Accordingly?” Emma shook her head. “What the fuck, Graham? You really have no idea how your actions affect everyone around you, do you?”

They stared at each other, Emma shaking with exasperation and Graham as cool as ice, still and motionless. Emma watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, slowly and deliberately like he even had control over his body’s most basic instincts.

“The child will be raised a Humbert,” Graham repeated slowly, pushing his hands into his pockets and taking a few menacing steps towards her. Emma didn’t back down, squaring her shoulders and met his gaze with the same intensity he was giving her. “You will raise it as a Humbert.”

“I’m not some fucking wet nurse for your bastard, Graham!” Emma sniggered. “I will not raise someone else’s kid, and I will not let you manipulate this situation in your favour like you always do. This is a life, a human being, Graham, surely you realise that!” Emma waved her hands, trying to find any empathy behind the blue eyes staring back at her, but all she saw was a wall of stone.

“You are my wife,” Graham ground out. “You will obey me.”

Emma laughed, loud and heartily, her entire body moving with the deep, belly rumbling hilarity of Graham’s statement. “I won’t, and there is nothing you can do about it. What are you going to do? Divorce me?” Graham’s furrowed brow meant she had struck a nerve.

“Pity,” he huffed, looking down at his feet. He knew there was no way Emma wouldn’t do as he wanted. She might want to be with the Alpha more than him, but he was pretty confident that if it came down to it, she wouldn’t leave a defenceless babe to fend for itself. Graham would simply take the baby form Ruby and leave it with Emma, sure nature would take its course and she would be unable to not help, and over time they would become one big semi agreeable family. He smirked to himself, and Emma scoffed a laugh as if she could read his mind.

“I’m so sorry I’m such a fucking disappointment!” Emma spat at him and with her words, Graham snapped, his biceps bulging under his sleeve caps as he clenched his fists in his pockets.

“Disappointment?” He snapped. “What do you know about disappointment, huh? Maybe if you’d been the wife I was promised-,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Emma cried, moving towards him and grabbing his arm as he attempted to turn away.

“Nothing, forget I said anything.” Graham shook her off and made for his desk, the decanter of whiskey already halfway to the bottom.

“No, no, go on,” Emma insisted sarcastically. She followed after him, giving him a little shove that spilled the whiskey right out of the glass in his hand. “I’d love to hear about how yet another one of your problems in life is caused by me.”

“Not this one you wouldn’t,” Graham cautioned. He lifted the cut glass tumbler to his lips and took a sip of the burning liquid, exciting all of his taste buds at once.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Emma screeched, running her hands through her hair. “Ten years of marriage and you won’t even be honest with me?”

“You wouldn’t want honesty, Emma, trust me.” Graham finished the whiskey, pouring the last of the honey coloured drink into his mouth and swallowing the lot in one gulp. He pinched his eyes closed until the burn at the back of his sinuses passed but when he opened them, Emma was still as disgruntled as before.

“Trust you?” she said spitefully. “Graham Humbert, the almighty, the all powerful, the good for nothing burnt out Beta who wishes he was an Alpha so badly? Where has that ever got me before?”

Graham spun around and advanced on her, making Emma jump back for a second. His hands were on her face, clamping her jaw in his grip and silencing her long enough to stare into her eyes and cause real fear to spark behind the green hues. “I can tell you where it will get you if you don’t stop with this Ruby bullshit.”

“Well it won’t be a divorce, you’ve made that abundantly clear.” Her words were compressed through her lips but they made her point. Humbert men didn’t get divorced, or so Graham had pounded into her brain from the second she had married him.

He pushed her head aside and released her jaw and Emma immediately rubbed at the soreness there. He walked by her as if she wasn’t even there, like she was nothing, like he hadn’t put his hands on her and hurt her. “Oh there are worse things to do to you, Emma. Don’t push me.”

“Don’t push you? Oh, honey, I haven’t even begun!” Emma ground her teeth, stalking after him with heavy footsteps that echoed off the vast ceiling above them. “You’re a bully, Graham, plain and simple,” she shouted. “You use other people to get what you want and you always will, and I don’t know if this is some kind of bullshit Alpha complex run amok, but I’m sick of it!” Emma caught up with him and dipped sideways, reappearing in front of him and halting his escape attempt. “I’m sick of the lies, the cheating, the galas and fake smiles, pandering to all your important friends, and most of all, I’m sick of you!” Emma took a breath, balling her fists at her side. “You’ll never be an Alpha as long as you live so-”

Her words were cut short by an overwhelming thud and the instant Emma’s eyes filled with the stinging sensation of tears, she knew he had hit her. The moment was in slow motion, like an out of body experience, and Emma felt the point of Graham’s knuckles hit her under the eye in a back hand punch. It shook her, physically and emotionally, and her body flushed with white hot prickles of adrenaline that blinded her so much she didn’t see the next blow coming.

“Shut up!” Graham shouted, his words hidden behind the slap sound. “Shut your dirty whore mouth!” Graham roared, spittle dripping from his lower lip in his rage. He raised his hand again but paused when Emma cowered away. “You want some truth? Here, how about this for a truth. The only reason we took you in was because you were an Omega and I was supposed to be Alpha, that’s the only reason I married you.”

“What do you mean I’m Omega?” Emma snapped, the pain in her cheek radiating through her entire jaw as she gently pawed at the underside of her eye socket where the skin felt like it had split open.

“Come on, Emma, don’t be dense,” Graham sneered. “Have you ever wondered why you couldn’t remember seeing a doctor for your ‘illness’? Ever wondered why my family were so insistent on your medication? It’s a supressant, you dumb bitch!”

Emma’s entire life flashed before her eyes. It all made sense. Everything was much clearer. She was Omega, a completely different gender class that she had always believed, and the entire Humbert family knew about it, but had suppressed her nature with drugs. For a second Emma imagined what her life might have been if she had never had the misfortune of crossing paths with the Humbert family. Would she have married an Alpha? Would she have pups of her own? Her mind swirled with scenario after scenario, all of which had been ripped from her grasp by Graham and his family.

“All this time,” Emma whimpered angrily, shaking her head. “You knew and let me think I was sick.” Her rage boiled up inside of her and she felt her fists ball at her sides again, her feet carrying her closer to the man in front of her.

“And you would have never have found out if it wasn’t for that fucking Alpha,” Graham rasped, his nose wrinkling at the thought of Killian being more than he had ever developed into.

His misplaced rage was evident and Emma was quick to interrupt his fury with a balled fist pounding on his shoulder. “Leave him out of this. He doesn’t know anything.”

“Aww, did I hit a sore spot there, darling?” Graham leered, cocking his head to one side in mock sympathy. “I’m not a fool Emma. I know you two have been fucking without my prior consent!”

“Your prior consent?” Emma yelled. “Listen to you, trying to control my life, what I do and who I see.” She laughed, scrubbing her hands over her face with a sigh. “Well, newsflash Humbert, I’m not your property.”

“Newsflash, Emma, I’ll be suing the fuck out of Killian Jones to recover all of the money he took whilst still fucking my wife, and then, when he has nothing else left, I’ll take his brother’s bar. I know people who could get that place shut down like that!” To emphasize the power he had to do as he had threatened, Graham clicked his fingers right in her face, and Emma blinked in an attempt to fight her flight response.

“Why are you like this?” Emma asked, her voice turning softer, more sympathetic. She had been fond of Graham once, and they were friends for so long before they got married, so the man in front of her right now, the man who had dared to lay hands on her, was not the man she had once known. “What happened to that sweet, charming guy I married, huh? Look what you’ve become, Graham. Spoiled, hateful and with so much anger-,”

Another blow took Emma by surprise and she had no time to brace herself. Graham’s clenched fist hit her again in the same place and Emma was sure that that blow had split the skin under her eye now. She tumbled backwards, falling flat onto her butt and only narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the marble fireplace surrounding behind her.

“Because of you!” Graham bellowed, looming over her, the vein in his forehead bulging.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t become an Alpha!” Emma slapped the floor beside her to highlight her point. “That’s not on me!” Emma snapped.

“They said an Omega presence would draw it out of me, make me into the most powerful Alpha my family had ever seen, but no!” Graham yelled, shaking with anger. “We paid good money for you!” He accused, pointing at her. “You ruined me, you poor, good for nothing ungrateful Omega whore!” Graham raised his hand again, intent on making sure Emma felt this one, but she scrambled backwards across the floor, pushing herself to her feet when her back hit the solid door frame. “Now do me a favour and get the fuck out!”

When Emma pulled open the door, the cold air from the hall hit the welt under her eye and halted the throbbing pain when she blinked. Graham was hot on her heels, shoes pounding the stone floor and sending echoes into the hall. One of the staff was barged out of the way by Emma and stumbled into Graham’s path, slowing him temporarily and Emma took the opportunity to race for the front door. She yanked it open and couldn’t stop the tears from falling any longer. One of her shoes came loose and she kicked the other one off, ignoring the searing pain shooting up her legs as she tore across the gravel driveway.

“And don’t come back!” Graham yelled after her, the door knocker clattering as he slammed the door and cast her out into the night.

#cs fic #the contract #A/B/O #a/b/o dynamics #cs fanfic #alpha!killian #emma swan #tw: domestic abuse

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ao3feed-todoroki · 4 years ago

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And I Snuck in Every Night That Summer Just to Seal My Fate

and i snuck in every night that summer just to seal my fate by meiishu

Of course that makes sense. In theory, it makes perfect sense.

(or; an au where the todoroki family is loaded and they hire a poolboy for the summer -- a poolboy that shouto just can't keep his eyes off of.)

this fic is pre-written, and will update every monday!

Words: 2075, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Family, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, mostly tagging him specifically in case anyone has him blacklisted

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, there's also background dabihawks, theres also a smidge of miruyumi

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28839984

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #♥#Tododeku #Enji Todoroki #❄️🔥#⚣#R:M #A:Meiishu #No Quirks AU

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roleplay-salt · 4 years ago

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About; Rules; FAQ

Welcome to Roleplay Salt! This is a blog for roleplayers to vent & rant anonymously about the things that peeve or hurt them in the roleplaying community.

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Your submission will always be posted anonymously; no exceptions. (This includes positivity submissions & shoutouts.)

Your submission’s text will be placed in a graphic and then copied as plain text as its caption for accessibility purposes.

Topics must be roleplay-related. (This can, of course, include experiences with partners doing things that may be unrelated to roleplay, but would still be considered relevant if it impacts your roleplaying experience with that particular partner.)

Anyone following our blog will be allowed to leave replies on submissions, whether in agreement or disagreement, and everyone is allowed (even encouraged) to reblog submissions, with or without their own commentary. However, we will delete any spamming comments, including ones that are or are similar to “Why don’t you come off anon and say that?” Such comments provide nothing to the discussion. In fact, they usually shut down discussion and it completely disregards the entire point of this blog’s existence. No one has to “come off anon” nor are they “cowards” for seeking safety behind anonymity. Your aggressiveness with that sentiment only reinforces the reason why they want to be anonymous in the first place. ADDENDUM: We will delete salt replies that involve simply telling others to, essentially, “shut up and move on already” and “stop sending salt replies in about this”. You’re more than allowed to say this things in the comments, but we will no longer be making them a part of any future debates.

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If we find that you have accused someone of being a rapist, pedophile, or apologist of either because of their defensive views on noncon/pedophilic ships or roleplay, your comment will be removed and you will be blocked. These are serious accusations that you shouldn’t be throwing at people over fictional content and we refuse to to let you use this blog as a platform to spew such slanderous accusations.

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hawkinslibrary · 4 years ago

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i love hearing what you have to say about season 4!! i promise it’s not too long lol, anyway i have a question for you: what do you think the next season holds for mike & el? i’m a little worried tbh

ahhh thank you !! same rules apply: spoilers ahead, so please read no further and blacklist/filter out the ‘s4′, ‘st4′, ‘spoilers’ tags if you don’t want to see anything !!

i’m going to talk about them both as individuals and as a pair but first, i have to say that i don’t personally feel like you have to worry about them breaking up or anything again this season. i think s4 is really going to establish romantic jopper and once that happens, i don’t see them, mileven, or jancy not being endgame unless someone actually dies. which -- i’m not going to think about the possibility of anyone dying until i’m forced to confront it, so. this is fiction and it’s already unrealistic and i’m gonna take my ‘everyone survives, happiness all around, time to relax’ endings and go. anyway, i would love to add lumax to this list but i honestly think it could go either way depending on what happens in s4. that’s a different essay, though.

i tend to think that the most important dynamic on the show is the one between the whole group and i just don’t really see them spending much more time trying to develop romantic relationships outside of the ones set up since s1/2. maybe steve, robin, and will get love interests, maybe they decide to develop dustin and suzie more, maybe suzie is never even mentioned again, idk. but these will probably all be secondary -- as in less screen time, not less important than the main romances, but probably still less developed. unless it happens to be a new person added to the main cast. which, as of now, the only new mains are brett and priah who has gone from recurring to regular. so.

i think s3 showed how messy and complicated romantic relationships (or, really just relationships in general) can be. everyone was arguing, there was miscommunication all around, everyone thought they knew what was best, no one was seeing eye to eye. but when it comes down to it, they would do anything for each other. they understand each other better than anyone else ever could. i can’t see them spending another season on breakups and romance drama after the ending of s3.

mike and el have already been separated once before. this time, mike knows for sure that she’s alive and that’s she’s with the byers. this time, el won’t be kept completely isolated away from everyone else. they’ve made plans to meet for the holidays. they can still call and talk to each other as much as they want. i’m hoping they handle being separated this time better than they did in s2. i don’t want mike to be moping and i don’t want el to spend a lot of the season thinking about how much she misses him. in fact, i think in their case that some distance could be good for them. the same for jancy and jopper, too, honestly. it’ll be nice to see them existing outside of these relationships while still acknowledging how important they are.

as far as i know, the byers and el stuff has not started filming yet so all there is to speculate on are rumors, the audition tapes, and logical guesses about where the story goes after s3. el obviously moves away with the byers. we still don’t know where. she’ll still be mourning hopper and trying to figure out life without her powers. and, of course, she’ll be in a long distance relationship with mike. i think she’ll be having a hard time and she’ll wish that mike was around, but she’ll realize she’s got a pretty good support system around her now with the byers, too. i’m very, very excited for more joyce and el content particularly, but there’s gotta be some great scenes with her and will and jonathan as well.

there’s only one audition tape that i can confidently tie into the byers + el plot(s?) and it’s the queen bee/mean girl character ‘angela’. if we’re running with the whole ‘there may be some truth to the audition vids’ thing, then this one teases that el will be going to school and that angela will be bullying her. this is something she would probably want to talk about with mike (b i g troy s1 vibes) but i don’t know if she actually would ? so this is probably more a thing that el and will could bond over or that she could talk about with joyce or maybe jonathan. i do think there will be at least a few calls between the two of them before the action really hits and the whole group is (hopefully...) reunited.

so, el -- at least in the beginning of s4 -- will be going to school where ‘angela’ bullies her, forming a bond with joyce + will + jonathan and becoming part of the family, mourning hopper (+ hopefully having conversations about him + his past with joyce), missing her friends back in hawkins, continuing to learn how to navigate life without her powers, and trying to maintain a long distance relationship with mike.

mike... i’ve been seeing some wild theories about him today but they aren’t really that far-fetched i think. first, going back to the audition tapes, the ‘eddie’ audition i saw makes it seem like mike is going to be part of the hellfire club with dustin. i’ve recently learned that there’s another version of the scene where ‘eddie’ is only talking to dustin and mike might not be a part of the club after all. if he isn’t part of the club, then the basketball v. hellfire, jocks v. nerds thing turns into lucas v. dustin and mike’s probably there just caught in the middle while max is off distancing herself from everyone.

at this point, i really want mike and max to become good friends. i think the end of s3 gave them the perfect opportunity. s4 max has s2 mike vibes. it’s not the same situation at all, but he knows kinda what she’s feeling and they could connect through that + the fact that they’ll both be missing el. i also just really want... some wheeler siblings content. i’m hopeful that s4 gives us good nancy and mike scenes bc there’s no reason not to give us good nancy and mike scenes (+holly!). however...

while there’s proof that gaten and sadie and natalia and priah have all been filming since production restarted, and while i have reason to believe that caleb has been filming a lot inside/at the studio recently... there’s no evidence that finn has been on set. there’s none for maya and joe, either, but people have said that finn isn’t even in atlanta right now. maybe he is and maybe he just hasn’t been seen and maybe he’ll pop back up tomorrow. or, maybe he already filmed whatever he needed to film for hawkins before production stopped.

the wild theory that’s popped up today is that everything gets to be too much for him in hawkins and he just... hops on a train to go visit el + the byers. i don’t know if i buy it, but it is interesting to note that he was sitting with them at the table read. and since we can guess that steve and robin will still be working at the video store, robin and nancy will be investigating pennhurst together, lucas and max may have some angst, joyce and murray are probably teaming up for the finding/saving hopper plot, and el is going to bond with will and jonathan, it seems like the order might mean a little something. i’d even bet that dustin and erica have scenes with them bonding over d&d.

now this theory pretty much only exists because no one’s seen finn on set and one of the paps posted some pics of some trains. there’s also always theories about how there will be issues at home with the wheeler fam and if that’s going to happen, what better time than in s4 when all of his friends are pulling away and el’s gone again. so if he is missing el (and will) that much, and if he has any reason to worry about her and how she’s doing, or if the party becoming distant and issues at home are weighing on him and he feels like he needs to get away, he’s absolutely the type to venture off on a train by himself. i don’t know how it would work since he’s definitely supposed to still be in school and his friends/nancy at least would notice he’s gone, but.. it’s fun to think about and we’ve got zero actual content to go off of right now.

another way i could see mike’s plot going is that he’s the one trying to keep the party together this season. playing mediator with lucas and dustin, becoming better friends with max, being the connection between the hawkins plot and the byers plot (along with nancy).

there was also talk of him joining the track team bc the track has been set up with hawkins high colors for filming. but mike ‘this isn’t a stupid sports game’ wheeler? i don’t think so... basically, no one knows at the moment what’s happening with mike wheeler in s4 lol.

s4 mike is just like s4 byers fam -- a complete mystery to me currently. i don’t personally think that he’ll be leaving school and hopping on a train to visit el. i think he’ll be a part of the hellfire club with dustin, or that he won’t and instead will be attempting to keep the party from completely disbanding. i hope that we get wheeler siblings scenes and that max and mike have a breakthrough and become better friends. i also feel like he’ll be having some complicated feelings about hopper, the last interaction they had, etc. and, again, the whole long distance thing with el.

so... mike and el broke up in s3. it was messy. but then they reconciled. and then hopper “died”. s3 ended with them at this weird place where she’s heard him say that he loves her and she’s told him that she loves him back. things are a little awkward in the scene bc everything has changed at this point, but a kiss, an ‘i love you’, planning to meet up on the holidays, and promising to call frequently all sounds like they’re back together and going to try making the long distance thing work to me.

i think they’ll be together when s4 starts. i think that we’ll probably only see them talking on the phone or their radios for the first few eps. maybe we’ll see flashbacks or something to them being together on the holidays. the distance might be hard and they’re definitely going to be missing each other. like... el doesn’t have mike or hopper with her now and i’m thinking the party is going to be drifting apart, plus they’re both probably going to have other personal issues that have nothing to do with each other or the party. maybe they’ll be experiencing some emotional distancing of their own while dealing with the aftermath of hopper’s “death”, the move, and whatever’s going on with them at home and at school. i think that once they reunite (probably not until the last half of the season), they’re likely to be stronger than ever.

now, onto personal theories that have zero basis. for some reason, i can’t get it out of my head that this season might dive into psychological horror a little bit ? like a greatest fears type of thing ?? and i keep thinking about brenner popping back up and using the people el loves to get to her or something and 👀👀

#this took forever to write and it's so long and for WHAT #when i tell you i've been typing and deleting and typing and deleting and typing again all day #anyway.... a l l of this is speculation pretty much bc the byers/el haven't even started filming yet #and there's no info on mike as of now #these don't even really touch on what could happen at the end of the season #bc i just have... no idea what's really happening or how it could possibly end #there was that whole thing about s5 being the part 2 of s4 so like...#what if we don't even get the reunions this season lol #nah i have to believe that everyone will be back together by the end #answered #s4 #st4 #spoilers #thank you for the question 💖 !!#sorry it's basically nonsense on my part though #me @ me: how can you ramble so much but say so little #Anonymous #idk if this even makes any sense but it's 2 am now and i've been staring at it forever so

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killmebutneverinsultme2 · 4 years ago

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Rules for mobile (Pinned Post)

The Code

Success. I’ve sufficiently pestered the wench to make me a blog, much to the cost of a certain behorned mischief god whose presence I must share. Follow the rules below, and there’ll be smooth sailin’, savvy?

This be an exceptionally selective blog. I was me mun’s first ever muse yonks back and I’ve pestered her into writing me again, BUT, she’s horribly pressed for time. Partners will likely be very few, else ones doubling up with Loki’s. Anyone is welcome to approach and enquire, but she and I will be leaning toward those either from me own universe or crossovers with which she’s highly familiar and characters in whom she’s especially interested. Ye have been warned.

Replies are like to be slow, up to a few weeks at most.

Partners must be 18+. Various themes of an adult nature may be found here. Sexual things will be tagged ‘#filthy pirate’ with whatever level/variety of sin I deem them. More details below.

Behave. There shall be no rudeness, no passive aggression, no hate, no censorship or generally being a twit. Do I make meself clear?

The Code - Extended (below the cut)

Hi, guys. I’m Pirate (oddly known as this long before I made Jack a tumblr). Here are my more detailed rules and guidelines for writing with me on this blog, though the absolute basics are at the top as, honestly, it’s never easy to remember everyone’s requirements.

Jack is a sideblog. If you’re being followed by a benevolentgodloki that means I’m following you back. I don’t need us to be mutuals (both following each other) for us to write together, but there is a greater chance of us having a partnership if we’re letting each other know we’re interested.

How I Roll

I note myself as ‘highly selective’. This isn’t to be an elitist bugger, it’s because we all only have a limited amount of time we can put in. I want to write what I enjoy with people I enjoy. I am married with two attention-seeking cats, two jobs, a slow-brewing intended writing career and a video game addiction.

Asks/Memes - I will usually answer these no matter who they are from but I may or may not turn them into a thread I intend to keep. Some memes are very much designed to be something that continues so context can be key. If you would like to know in advance whether I intend to answer and/or keep something, please do pop me a message and I will be kind and honest.

My Threads - While Jack’s blog is still exciting and new, I’m being a bit all over the place with who and what I reply to depending on which way Jack’s.. compass.. is pointing. I do have a rolling turn order that I adhere to (to the point that I can genuinely tell you who is next at any given moment) but it’s all piled in with Loki’s threads, meaning I can take a few weeks to get round everything. Every partner gets one of their threads answered within that ‘round’ and then I go round again. However, when I’m really into something/finding something easy to pop back, I treat myself to spamming certain threads or partners at my whim. I use rpthreadtracker.com to maintain what I have.

I will remind partners of threads that have not been replied to for more than three months. If I do not do this, I have either forgotten/lost it myself, I’m not too fussed about keeping it at that stage, or you were absent for a long period of time.

My Style - I will write in both past or present tense depending on partner preference. My default is past but I like either. Please kick me if I screw up and write the wrong one. I prefer using regular size font but I will make mine small on replies to people who use the smaller so that it looks neat. I will often match partners’ lengths and some formatting details e.g. bolding dialogue, but I struggle with doing novella-length posts for reasons below.

I have a bugbear to admit about role-play. What we call splicing. A good half of my partners write this way so I’m not about to tell everyone to stop but if you’re someone who does this, you will occasionally run into some frustrations when writing with me. ‘Splicing’ is when you retrospectively write dialogue or actions as having previously happened during your partner’s last post. These things are fine when they’re passive i.e. your character muttered them, thought them or you were writing what your character was doing at the time because that’s pretty much essential. The trouble comes usually when my characters talk a lot/ask rhetorical questions and partners choose to answer every single one despite the fact my character carried on talking. I know it’s an ass that I have talkative muses and you really want to respond to every point/get a word in, but putting words and actions into the past effectively godmods my muse into accepting they happened. If you feel your muse would have full-on interjected midway through their ramble, please ask me to edit my post/stop it at that point. Otherwise if you do prefer to splice, my muse will only respond to whatever it is your character did or said last in their post. This is one of the reasons I can’t write novella, because often there is only so much you can write before you’re stepping into the territory of changing what went before and not allowing your partner to do anything about it.

TL;DR don’t ever worry about your post being too short for me. If it’s one sentence long but it’s because something fast-paced is happening, I won’t be miffed.

Shipping! - no not that kind of ship, Jack. I love shipping. Ships all around. Let’s face it, romance can be one of the most exciting reasons we bother writing. I am open to a lot of ships for Jack, practically all of them. Yes, even that one. I will do downright nasty, toxic, horrible stuff, savvy? It’s fiction and Jack is a great indulgence for bad things happening to him as much as good. That said, of course don’t force something on him without prior agreement between us. Well, I mean, your muse can try and accost him and see what he does, just don’t expect him to definitely reciprocate. Jack and I are bi/pansexual. We’re open to everything. I will admit a heavy lean toward m/m but, that said, Jack is extremely fond of the ladies, more so than Loki. I am very into Sparrington especially.

Not Safe For Ye Olde Work

Sliding down from the above topic, I enjoy the occasional smutting. It is not a requirement from my partners. In fact, I’m warming very much to fading to black depending on the context/mood/if things feel a bit repetitive. I do feel a touch more comfortable with partners who don’t need that boundary but as I’ve recently figured ‘if it needs a cut, then it’s smut’ I know when to skip on.

Saucy material will go under cuts/Read More’s and be tagged as mentioned above with ‘filthy pirate’. Additional tags will be based on the citrus scale: ‘lime’ for general grabbing, ‘lemon’ for full on sexual content and ‘grapefruit’ if things get extra kinky. I will tag things such as ‘rape tw’ or ‘noncon tw’ or ‘dubcon tw’ where necessary. Please blacklist any or all of these at your leisure, or search them if you fancy :U I do NOT tag these as ‘ns.fw’ because tumblr just completely hides them from being searchable which is useless for my partners.

OC’s - Due to my time constraints I am extremely picky when it comes to OC’s. This is a good fandom for well-thought-out muses and I know firsthand how hard it is to make headway as an OC in the RP world. However, I also understand that for people like me, I want to dip in on this site to mostly play with the characters and worlds I’m really absorbed in and ship my weaselly black guts out. Some people have more time than others to really give your OCs the time and love they deserve. Unless I’ve played with you a long time and I really like the cut of your and your muse’s jib, it’s very unlikely I’ll bite. Apologies! The same goes for crossover muses from fandoms I’m unfamiliar with, but I will let you know if that’s the case.

Limits

Threads - I don’t have a strict limit on how many to have per person but please bear in mind that the more of these you have with me the longer it will take me to get to a particular one (unless I’m spamming it back and forth). This is more a mun/muse context how many I accept.

Exclusives/mains - I don’t do these although I may consider having a maximum of 3 or 4 of one muse depending on activity levels and to ensure plots don’t get mixed up or attention feel unfairly balanced.

Triggers/squicks - I don’t like body horror e.g. graphic detail of squishy bits having bad things happen to them. I’m writing a pirate so there’s absolutely allowed to be elements of torture/violence, just don’t stab him in the eye or chop bits off him. One torture-related thing sends me into a complete freakout which I’ll discuss with partners if we’re doing a thread of that ilk as needed. Kink-wise I’m not into mpreg, A/B/O or infantilism or toilet things. Just ask me/Jack if you’re after something XD

Who I Am/What I Need From You

Being yourself is the most important thing and I promise I am not a scary person (usually). We’re only human and it’s natural that we’ll get along better with some rather than others. This is more to give you a gist of the sort of person I am and who I gel with best.

So I’m a shy hermit at the best of times. I’m trying to be better at engaging and enthusing with partners over our threads because I realise more than ever this does keep things alive and make for a more enjoyable experience. I’m not always great at it. I work best with people who are patient and don’t worry too much on what I think of them and their writing, with people who are happy to keep threads going for the longhaul rather than keep dropping everything before I’ve had the time to get to the next post, and most especially people who accept that fiction =/= reality. I do need a certain level of quality, which doesn’t always mean perfect grammar, but it must be coherent, fun and creative. I like a relaxed approach, sharing mutual enjoyment in silly fantasy world sandboxes as escapism from (and exploration of) this complicated world we live in.

If you managed to read all of this, have a drink (even if it’s water). You’re a diamond.

Pirate xxx

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momothegeckho · 5 years ago

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24 Weeks...

HxH Kurapika (Continuation of 26 Weeks)

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　and then they started　｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

24 weeks...

Was he keeping count now? It was a Saturday, the day after his first conversation with you. In all truth, he did not want to say goodbye to you, and unknowing if he would actually see you again, he stopped you and all in one breath, decided to ask you out. Although it is true he doesn’t have time to waste, he still didn’t know what to do. What do people even do on dates?

He decided to meet you at the park, and so here he was, an hour early, fiddling with his sleeves. He was nervous yet excited to be with you the whole day, and wanted to impress you. Even though he had claimed it to be an outing between friendly strangers, he really wanted to impress you, because you looked so great to be around and he needed to see more of you.

He checked the time and realized that he had in fact arrived an hour early and still had to wait at least 45 more minutes before you arrived. At least, that is what he thought. He was pleasantly surprised when you arrived with 40 minutes early, looking around for him. Everything was still for a moment. He just watched you as you walked. You always looked nice prior to this day, but today, it looked like you put in more care into what you were wearing.Your hair was neater than usual, and... were those new shoes? Maybe he was just seeing things, but you had probably rushed out the house because the tag to your shoes stuck out of the back of them. Had you bought new shoes just to wear for today??

Answer is: you did. You have never been out on a real date before (Other times it was creeps trying to date you once and rail you.) So you made sure you looked your best today. You hoped that you hadn’t over dressed for the outing as it was a bit more than you usually wear, but you did look cute and you felt even better. You tried a new shampoo and body wash set this morning and you couldn’t lie, it smelled wonderful. On one hand, you were hoping Kurapika would notice this, and on the other, you were wondering why you cared so much about what he thought. You decided to let it slide, however, and resume your search for your “date”.

Kurapika decided to approach you before you went too deep into the park without him, and he did, in fact, get a strong scent of the shampoo you were trying. Yes, it did make him lose all sense for a short second. since he had never smelled something so wonderful before. He placed a hand on your shoulder to alert you of his presence, and you smiled as you greeted him. You noticed that he looked very casual and calm, yet he managed to catch your eye so quickly. He was dashing.

The date had started.

You were a bit sad at first because out of nowhere, the air had become awkward as you two sat in the park watching the lake, and a group of ducks swimming around. No one had anything to say, and that was your biggest fear, because you did not know Kurapika, and the only way to figure him out was to find the right question to get him to open up.

“Would you like to go to a museum? I know of one nearby that is exhibiting a row of ancient paintings?”

Either he was reading your mind, or he was a lover of the arts as well, because once he had asked that, a conversation had managed to come up on the arts and you were obliged to keep the conversation open because this is the first time you have seen him smile so much and wait...

did you heart just speed up?

It felt as if it was about to burst... A feeling that you have never felt before, well, except for the usual crushes you get on people you didn’t have the courage to go up to. There was just something about Kurapika, however, that made you feel more of a connection to him, something deep inside of him was drawing you closer in, and you were already willing to take the plunge.

After you two had journeyed through the museum and witnessing the sights of many unique and well painted pieces, you both went back to the park and had ice cream, sitting in front of the lake once more to relish that moment once again. This time, however, there was no awkward feelings. This time, it felt natural, and comfortable . You enjoyed this friend date more than you thought you would. In a split decision, you went closer to the pond to get a closer look at some baby ducks you had seen enter the water with their momma. Kurapika went with you, being the gentleman that he is, and smiled as you watched the baby ducks with love in your eyes. You were clearly one to relish life and the beings within it. Unlike how he had been for years.

Of course, with any date, one thing has to go off of plan, and the momma duck thought you were a little too close to her babies, and so, being a caring mother, she protected her kids by attacking you. Keep in mind, you ever dabbled in martial arts, and you weren’t the most aware of your surroundings at the moment. You got scared and began to fall forward into the water. Kurapika, trying to help you, grabbed your sweater, but you had already fallen so far, and so you took him with you. And so, there you two were, sitting in the shallow part of the lake, soaking wet and kind of cold, but somehow, that didn’t matter to the both of you, You just laughed at each other, and in that moment, Kurapika felt normal, and he couldn’t ask for anything more ganuine than this oment, because this date had gone perfectly, even though he was drenched in lake water. But the sight before him was wonderful. You looked so happy and so bubbly. He truly worried about nothing, because nothing could make this day any better.

“Hey I’m sorry about your clothes. Do you want to stop by my home to shower and wash them?”

Scratch that. You had just asked him the most wonderful question. He got to see where you, such an interesting and artsy person, lived. He inwardly kicked himself for how excited he was. Of course, he didn’t turn down your offer, but he also needed to remind himself that he should not be so willing to violate your private space. He picked you up out of the water, but before leaving, you stopped him to once again, look at the ducklings and their mom, even thought Kurapika had to slightly pull you away so a repeat wouldn’t happen.

Both of you were freezing as you walked with Kurapika to your apartment. Even though the weather was decent for Spring, it was far from hot enough to walk around wet. Though you didn’t mind much because you two laughed and talked the whole way back. Who knew you two would hit it off so well?

You were still hesitant, however.

The date was wonderful and so far from perfect that is was perfect! But you couldn’t help but wonder about one important detail. You were willing to let Kurapika know about you,

But any time you asked Kurapika about himself, he became stoic. Always brushing off the question and redirecting it back to you. In this world you live in, you understand that some people are more closed off than others, and it seemed tat now, you had a crush on one of those people. It was okay, though! You were willing enough at this point to gain more of Kurapika’s trust, and if it took a while, then fine! You would wait. You decided that he was worth waiting for.

Kurapika couldn’t be more elated when you brought this up to him. He hadn’t noticed how secretive he was being and blamed it on habit, but hearing you say you would wait for him to open up was the highlight of his day. Never had he heard such a declaration, and it was a new feeling to him. He would cherish those words far more than you knew.

You managed to impress him with whatever you did, and at this point, his head was in turmoil, because he has never felt like this for anyone. Yet, here he was, ready to open up to you once he was ready.

Could it be possible that he was already beginning to fall for you?

“Here we are! I have a washer and dryer, so I’ll just throw our clothes in together. Here. You shower first.”

You were definitely hospitable. By the time he had gotten out of the shower, you had already provided him with a rob for him to wear until his clothes were dried, and even made tea just in case he was too cold. You were like a saint. Your home was well kept. He noticed that you had a lot of paintings. Some on the walls, some on easels. You were a painter? He thought you were pretty talented, but he decided to keep to himself until you were ready to discuss it. Over the time you two spent together at your home, you talked more about common likes. The attraction to nature, and books, and Kurapika learned you were a writer. Admirable, yet so humble about your work. You had allowed him to read one of your works, and even though he wasn’t into poetry, your words were so deep hitting that he couldn’t put it down. You managed to learn some things about Kurapika as well. Not only his addiction to reading, and his physical training, but that he was also a Blacklist Hunter, and more sadly, the last remaining member of his Clan. You had cried for him, and he was happy that you had shared such empathy with him, even when he said you didn’t have to cry, you still remained with tears in your eyes, and even if it was a bit out of line for you, you hugged him, because not only had he managed to go on this long with no family, he had no place to truly call home with loved ones, and that was heart breaking for you.

Kurapika was overjoyed. His heart ached out of pure love for you, and your passion. He was truly attracted to you.

23 Weeks left...

This one looks so long winded ugh I hate that. I’m working to become better so I hope it improvess,,,

#kurapika fanfiction #hxh kurapika #hxh #hxh headcanons #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter scenarios #anime fanfiction #anime fandom #kurapika #fanfiction #fanfic #hxh fanfic #hxh fandom

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orionsangel86 · 5 years ago

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So, after a long conversation with super-powerful-queen-slaynna, whom you can thank for me sending this message, so like... if you like it good, if you don't blame them, I do want to apologize for assuming you were saying people can't talk about Destiel, its shippers and how much they dislike it in their group chats. That's what the post came off to me, as if you were policing what people could and couldn't say in these GC about Destiel. Slaynna made me realiza that you meant your post as a 1/2

warning to Destiel shippers who might wander into them. I understand this, because whenever a Destiel shipper follows me, I make it a point to warn them my blog might not be a positive space for them precisely to avoid this sort of unplesant interactions. It also came off as you were invalidating and dismissing the bad experiences people might have had with misbehaving Destiel shippers, which I'm sure you're nice enough NOT to do. My beef is really not with you, or Tink, or any other Destiel 2/?

meta writer, my beef is with shippers who are genuinely hateful and do hateful things. You simply came off as you didn't believe there are Destiel shippers who do these things at all. That say, I won't apologize for venting to like-minded people about my utter dislike for the ship, because we do in fact do that. But I don't think it's fair you walked in on us at that point and extrapolated that's all we do. BTW there is in fact an Anti-Destiel GC and the irony is, if you had walked into that 3/4

one 24hrs earlier, you would have in fact found people gushing about Megstiel and Sastiel, LMAO. 4/4

...

Okay, I’ll give you pointers for being bold enough to come explain this in my ask box, and I commend @super-powerful-queen-slayyna for reaching out to try to calm the stormy seas. I am most likely not going to make any further comments on that post anyway because it has blown out of control and has escalated into a full blown ship war post which I never wanted when I sent it. It’s now Destiel shippers and my friends trying to defend me or people blatantly calling me names and using unnecessary language which I am not even going to acknowledge or give the time of day as I don’t go in for that sort of childish name calling (unless you count my use of the word bronly but some things I think even we can agree are a necessary evil).

My post was a response to my own hurt and irritation at coming across two GCs, one for Sastiel, and one for Megstiel, which were both recommended to me by Tumblr, which were not tagged as anti-Destiel that I could see, that appeared on the surface to simply be places for people to discuss and squee over those ships. In both GCs I saw nothing but hate and lies and other upsetting comments about Destiel and Destiel shippers. It was extremely disheartening to see that in what on the surface appeared to be safe spaces. Because here’s the thing, these shipper GCs should be safe spaces. I have friends that are multishippers, that like Sastiel (and even the odd few who like Megstiel even though admittedly I don’t anymore.) There are plenty of other people out there in fandom that might like all three ships (I’d imagine those people simply want Cas to have all the love in which case SAME).

To get one point very clear, I don’t actually care if people hate Destiel. I’m not going to preach to anyone about Destiel unless someone comes to me directly or comes scrolling my blog. I always tag Destiel so anyone who uses Tumblr blacklist should be able to avoid my blog completely. I would never intentionally go looking in an anti Destiel chat group. I’ve seen it all before anyway and it’s the same old arguments that really don’t affect my shipping preferences or my beliefs.

What annoyed me was that those GCs were not anti Destiel chats. They were Megstiel and Sastiel chats. They were places where impressionable young Megstiel and Sastiel shippers could come across, who have zero feelings towards Destiel, and find themselves being told a bunch of lies and nasty crap about Destiel shippers and the ship. They are places where Destiel shippers who like to ship those other ships too might come across and suddenly find themselves isolated and alienated, which only perpetuates retaliation from those Destiel shippers and potentially causes the hate that you stress is so virulent among Destiel shippers to begin with.

My post was a warning for multishippers who are also Destiel shippers or at least Destiel friendly, that those GCs were being used to spread hate about Destiel. It was also an FYI to the people in those GCs that their hatred was very much public, in case they weren’t aware. I tagged the ships because I wanted people who ship Megstiel and Sastiel to see it, especially if they are Destiel friendly, because yeah, I’d want them to avoid those GCs.

Yes I then got snarky. I claimed that this does kinda prove a point because no Destiel GC that I’ve seen includes a bunch of hate and nastiness aimed at other ships. Sure, there is a high chance that there are hateful Destiel shippers out there. There are certainly a lot of bitter people on Twitter who piss me off when they scream queerbaiting at the writers so yes, of course there are bad eggs. I was shocked that from what I saw, there was no squee or shared theories or excitement about the ships, just page after page of hate aimed at Destiel shippers. So yes, perhaps I happened upon both convos right when those topics cropped up (which would be rather coincidental) and perhaps I had just missed the topics that I was interested in checking out - the theories, the meta, the spec... That’s what I was interested in. Since these GCs are a way to keep a finger on the pulse of what the fandom might be thinking in terms of the show and shipping and I was curious. Believe it or not I actually like to keep an open mind even though Megstiel is something that gives me a bad taste in my mouth ever since I sat myself down and truly thought about it.

I generalised. I know I shouldn’t have done that, but those GC convos pissed me off. I don’t know a single Destiel shipper who would spend hours of their day just ranting about how awful Megstiel shippers are and how much they hate the pairing. I HAVE debated with friends about the suspected infiltration of the Megstiel ship by Bronlies who are using Meg to get Cas out of the way and to be spiteful towards Destiel shippers. This IS something that has been happening in recent years and I think even you admitted that in one of your replies to my post.

I also wasn’t trying to invalidate your experience with hate. I would never do that. The one thing I will say about anon hate in particular is that you don’t know who it is coming from. I occasionally get anon hate but I certainly don’t immediately assume it’s a w*ncest shipper just because I can’t stand w*ncest. Getting a message in your ask box that says “go kill yourself” is horrible, believe me, I know. But if that’s all it is, you can’t assume the sender was a shipper at all. Unless the message was “I ship Destiel and you can go kill yourself” you just can’t assume. If you have had actual Destiel shippers come and attack and threaten you and send you those messages directly then 1. I am so so sorry because no one deserves that kind of abuse, and 2. I hope you exposed them if you could. Because if there is one thing I have learnt about the Destiel shippers in MY circles, it’s that we find that kind of behaviour completely unacceptable and we WILL call it out from our own side if we see it.

The reason I have such a high opinion of Destiel shippers being the “nice” people in fandom is simply because I have never seen that kind of behaviour from them. I interact with a lot of people. I have seen Destiel shippers get overly passionate, I have seen them get upset and angry when people lash out at them. I have seen them turn bitter and negative and go off on rants about the show. I have seen them dog pile on an anti’s post to provide evidence against a false claim “Kripke said he’s straight” and I thought it was a bit much... but it wasn’t hate. It was a reaction to years and years and years of being laughed at, called delusional, mocked and ridiculed by all other sides within the fandom. Destiel shippers are desperate for validation. They are desperate to disprove the lies. If people actually listened to us, or read the countless posts that have been written clearly providing evidence and sources to disprove every lie and false claim against Destiel perhaps we wouldn’t be so defensive. That’s what happens when you’ve been gaslighted for 11 years.

But regardless, I’m not here to get involved in shipping wars. You’ll continue going on hating Destiel, and I will continue going on and, well, not hating, but very much disliking Megstiel in canon (though I have read some very sweet Destiel fics where Meg is Cas’s best friend and enjoyed the characterisations there.)

My post was never to gatekeep and stop you from ranting about Destiel. Rant away to your hearts content. As I said above I really don’t care if people hate it. All I ask, is that you keep that kind of content in places that are clearly labelled as anti Destiel. So that should a Destiel shipper want to check out a Sastiel or a Megstiel GC, they can do, without feeling completely unwelcome and hated on just for enjoying Dean and Cas’s relationship as well. I really don’t think that’s too much to ask. All it takes is one tag right? Create your Megstiel GC and by all means rant about Destiel in it, but please just tag it as Anti Destiel.

Thank you for reaching out to me and explaining your side of things. I do appreciate it.

#fandom drama #ship wars #fandom wank #this got long #and is officially the last time i'm talking about it #inkbleeder

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cutepresea · 5 years ago

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2-1 One Winged Wielders: Gjallarhorn

Continuing what I started last night, and once again, apologies for the spam.

If you want to blacklist these, you can use either the tag #one winged wielders for just this event, or #xdu event scripts for all these posts in general.

Reminder that these are copied straight from XD Unlimited itself, so any grammatical weirdness, mistranslations, and/or mischaracterizations are not my doing.

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Even now, that fateful day still haunts my dreams."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Kanade sang and fought with all she had. Her song burned with life, but her life also burned away with it."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "From that day on, with nothing but regret for being unable to save her, I devoted my life to living as a sword."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "But now thanks to their help, I'm not only a sword. I am also a lone wing that can fly towards its dream."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I want Kanade to see what I'm like now. I want her to see the pride I have in myself..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "What would she say if she saw what I'm like now? Would she be proud?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Who knows. But knowing that I met her in my dreams..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Meeting people in dreams... When did I become so naive?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: (Was I able to become stronger?)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (Can I continue to lead the way for Tachibana, Yukine, and the others, just like she did for me?)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (To be like... her. Though saying that, she was so mean to me.)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (She often called me a crybaby or weakling. But if Kanade saw me now, would she think the same thing?)

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Kanade..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: (It just hurts to remember it now... It hurts my heart to think that she's gone, that I can't see her anymore...)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (I thought we would always be together.)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (I wanted to talk with her more, listen to her more, sing together with her more...)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (I want to see her...)

Tsubasa Kazanari: "This is no good. I can't just keep on being a crybaby."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Kanade would laugh at me if she saw me now."

Tsubasa Kazanari: (I can never sing with her again. But even as a lone wing, I can still sing.)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (The Zwei Wing I knew may just be Eins Wing now, but I can still spread that wing and fly.)

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Which means if my song can reach the people of the world, I'm sure it'll reach her too."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "So please, watch over me. I'll show you that my wing can fly anywhere."

Sakuya Fujitaka: "High energy signal detected in the ship's relic storage unit!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "What?! Verify the waveform immediately!"

Aoi Tomosato: "This signal... It can't be!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Gjallarhorn? After all this time..."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Thank you all for coming."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Master, what happened today?"

Chris Yukine: "An emergency call at the crack of dawn means there's been some kind of accident, right?"

Elfnein: "More like we might have one on our hands soon."

Maria: "Soon? What's that supposed to--"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Here it comes!"

Shirabe: "Wait... That's not Alca-Noise, but regular Noise..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Does that means [1] the Treasury of Babylonia re-opened?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Or is it a new kind of enemy?"

Genjuro Kazanari: "I'll explain later. For now, go and intercept the Noise!"

Chris Yukine: "Could somebody explain what's going on here! Why are there still Noise popping up?!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Of course. Elfnein-kun will explain."

Elfnein: "Right..."

Elfnein: "To start off with, those Noise aren't from our world."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "They aren't from our world?"

Elfnein: "In our world, the Treasury of Babylonia remains closed."

Elfnein: "Those Noise were able to appear, because in reality, they're not from our world, but from a parallel world."

Maria: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Parallel... world?"

Miku Kohinata: "You've never heard of a parallel world? It's a different world that happens to be really similar to ours."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Uhhh, I think I get it... Or maybe I don't..."

Miku Kohinata: "But if such a world really exists..."

Chris Yukine: "Parallel schmarallel! I want to know why the Noise came here. And no technobabble this time!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "The relic Gjallarhorn is what's causing this incident. It's a complete relic that can connect two different worlds."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It connects..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "two different worlds?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Slow down a minute. When was a relic like that discovered?"

Genjuro Kazanari: "It was discovered by an excavation team lead by Ryoko-kun. It was already active when it was discovered."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Ryoko-san found it?!"

Elfnein: "The existence of Gjallarhorn had been kept classified, and only a select few knew about it."

Elfnein: "I read about it in a report for the first time this morning."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Gjallarhorn is a unique, dangerous relic, meaning that it's been experimented on in absolute secrecy."

Genjuro Kazanari: "What we discovered was that when an abnormality occurs in a parallel world, it can connect to our world."

Elfnein: "That parallel world, a world similar to our own, has been following a similar course of history."

Elfnein: "But despite that, there are certain occurrences unique to that parallel world."

Elfnein: "Must like our own world's history, it has continued to flow from ancient times to the modern day."

Elfnein: "But when the river of history reaches a tipping point, it breaks into several tributaries."

Maria: "So that parallel world is one of those tributaries."

Elfnein: "Correct. It is a world created from the possibilities that flowed out of our world."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "A world of possibilities that were lost from ours..."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Anyway, it's beyond any reasonable doubt that Gjallarhorn has connected our world to a parallel world again."

Maria: "Again? You're saying this has happened before?"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Yes. When Gjallarhorn connects to a parallel world, countless Noise appear, perhaps due to the worlds colliding."

Genjuro Kazanari: "The Treasury of Babylonia was open last time, so we could only guess, tut [2] this time, we know for sure.”

Genjuro Kazanari: "The abnormality that occurred here can only be cleared by resolving the abnormality in the parallel world."

Elfnein: "According to our records, there have been two instances when parallel worlds became connected."

Elfnein: "It seems the very first occurrence was resolved by Kanade Amo."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Did you say Kanade-san?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Kanade? When was this?! I don't remember hearing anything about Kanade doing this!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Calm down, Tsubasa."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Gjallarhorn is a complete relic, but it cannot be controlled or meddled with. It's like Pandora's Box."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Allowing you, the only fully compatible candidate, to go near something so dangerous was out of the question."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Is that why you sacrificed Kanade?!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Calm down. In the previous incident, Kanade-kun managed to cross to the parallel world and resolve the issue."

Genjuro Kazanari: "I admit I say this in hindsight, but she wasn't injured. Thanks to her, we learned more about Gjallarhorn."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "But..."

Maria: "You said it connected twice."

Elfnein: "Yes. The second time was during the Zwei Wing concert three years ago, during Nehushtan's activation experiment."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "What?!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "The concert overlapped with Nehushtan going berserk, and the only way we could deal with it was to wait it out."

Chris Yukine: "Okay... So we should be alright not going to the parallel world, and waiting this one out?"

Elfnein: "In the end we paid a terrible price for our lack of action."

Genjuro Kazanari: "And besides, this relic only reacts to wielders."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Why only wielders?"

Elfnein: "I still don't know the details behind it, but..."

Elfnein: "It is thought that Gjallarhorn only selects someone powerful enough to resolve these interdimensional crises."

Kirika Akatsuki: "I don't really get it, but basically you're saying that we're the only ones who can go to that world?"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Precisely. That's why I want all of you to go investigate the abnormality."

Elfnein: "I don't know what's going on over there, and it will likely be dangerous..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I'll go."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Tsubasa..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I'm the only one who can take up Kanade's mantle."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Besides, we have so many wielders here. If anything happens to me..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Y-You can't!"

Maria: "Tsubasa, do you understand what you're saying?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I'm sorry, but I can't let anyone else do this. This is my duty as Kanade's other wing."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Tsubasa, I understand how you feel, but don't get ahead of yourself. I've no intention of letting you go alone."

Elfnein: "Yes. There are Noise appearing here as we speak, so it would be best to split our forces into two teams."

Miku: "There are six of us here, so it'll be three per team then?"

Elfnein: "That's right. Meaning Tsubasa-san will be with two others."

Maria: "In that case, I'll go with her. I have to make sure she doesn't do anything too crazy."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Maria..."

Chris Yukine: "Then I'll take the last spot."

Maria: "Wait. I want you to team up with Shirabe and Kirika."

Kirika Akatsuki: "What?!"

Shirabe: "Maria?"

Chris: "You mean them?"

Maria: "Yes. So that means only one remains..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "......"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Um, I don't really get this parallel world stuff, but there'll be people over there who need help, right?"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Just like I said earlier, Gjallarhorn is like Pandora's Box. Most of it is still completely unknown."

Genjuro Kazanari: "However, considering past occurrences, there is a very high chance that people will be needing help."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Then I'll go!"

Miku Kohinata: "I knew it..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Hehe, sorry Miku."

Miku Kohinata: "It's okay. You're going to get to help people, right?"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Yep!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "It's decided. The survey team will be Tsubasa-kun, Maria-kun, and Hibiki-kun. Please stay safe out there."

Genjuro Kazanari: "This is the gate created by Gjallarhorn that leads to the parallel world."

Elfnein: "Gjallarhorn emits a sonic wave to notify us of the abnormality in the parallel world."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Sonic wave... Then the light being emitted from the relic is..."

Elfnein: "Yes. It shows that it has detected an abnormality in the parallel world." Elfnein: "Is everyone ready?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yeah, I'm ready."

Maria: "All ready."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Totally ready!"

Elfnein: "When you get to the other side, please confirm your location."

Elfnein: "There should be a gate that will allow you to return to where you came from."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "So you're saying we can return at any time?"

Elfnein: "Yes. That is what it says in the report."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I see... All right. Let's move out."

Chris Yukine: "You really don't hesitate, huh?"

Maria: "That's Tsubasa Kazanari for you. We should get going, too."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Be careful out there, Maria."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Come back right away if you feel lonely!"

Maria: "I-I wouldn't do that even if I were! You have a job to do too, okay?!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "I should get going... Miku?"

Miku Kohinata: "Hibiki, are you sure you'll be all right?"

Hibiki Tachibana: "You're such a worrywart, Miku. I'll be fine. I'm just going out for a bit to help people. Wait for me, okay?"

Miku Kohinata: "Okay... I'll be waiting."

Hibiki Tachibana: "And now, off I go!"

Notes:

[1] Should be "mean." This event's translation can be kinda...yeah...

[2] Should be "but"

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ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive · 6 years ago

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rp guidelines.

Mun is Ash. She/Her. 21+. Ruthless Drama King keeps me prisoner.

This blog is 21+ Nsfw/smut will not be written with those under 21 years old. I will not write with minors.

I know there are a lot of rules here now but incidents, past stuff in rp scene kind of made it mandatory for myself to put down. Common sense lacks in some too so sorry it’s so long but ya know. Gotta do what we rpers gotta do. <3

tw: potential for triggering content & subject matter due to crime scene investigations/forensic profiling. strong language expected. he is simply a problematic aggressive character in most verses.

no godmodding. unspoken rule but please do not control my character under any circumstances. if you continue to break this rule however I may have to cancel our thread. only in extreme cases.

Don’t have personal triggers but I will not write my muse forcing themselves on any other muse.

any personal triggers you are uncomfortable with I will not write and vice versa.

multiverse/oc friendly. au friendly: discussion on AU’s are love. same char different mun friendly. duplicates are always welcome. personally I love OC’s and this boy cannot get enough interaction from them ever. just so you know.

Do not screenshot my posts: ooc, threads etc. It is MY content. I should not have to add this but yes this has happened without my knowledge - at first.

Unfollowing: If there is something you disagree with, do not favor about my writing, portrayal, muse(s) or views the button is always there. Please soft block to unfollow. I will do the same and quietly if it calls for it.

PSA: Don’t call 60 Connor. He is not Connor. He is his own person. This sort of trumps the significance I have built for him as an individual entity in my characterization/ headcanons/ personal iteration in a fandom where he is overlooked. Also if you do refer to him as such verbally to his face you consent to the wrath and animosity he will bestow upon you be it verbal or potentially physical. Trust me 60 is not fond of being mistaken for his predecessor. (It’s a pet peeve and I’m sorry lol but they’re two separate people. I mean I write Connor too so bear with me.)

plots are love. let's discuss story, char relationships, just anything really. down for plotted, random prompts and memes. my dm’s are always open. if I don’t respond straight away I’m either not on at the moment or I’m just swamped in drafts. I still want you to drop in tho.

replies may take a bit. this is a hobby. if I take a while it doesn’t mean I don’t want to rp. sometimes I forget, tumblr eats my notifs or I haven’t thought up a decent reply as of yet. please be patient. I always offer the same to my rp partners. also I do get swamped in drafts and asks so this does contribute to my reply speed. TLDR: I am slow af but I want to write with you.

want to drop a thread? we all lose muse, get too busy, overwhelmed at times. it is perfectly OK. when I do thread purges I will always post an update and @ those I am keeping threads with. the number of follows I have it is just easier for me to do it this way.

shipping: will ship with chars but there are some I may turn down depending on personal preference. typically ships with another RK800/RK900 are a no. sibling, platonic, enemies is where I go. some exceptions may apply depending on verse type but his exclusive and only RK800 ship is with @rob0badge . 60 also would like platonic, friend and enemy ships to counter his romantic ships. any and all are appreciated.

open to smut threads. 21+ very explicit at times depending on verse. 60 is ruthless. fair warning. also smut is not a requirement for romantic ships. if you’re not down for that then 60 is all about the respect of his partner’s wishes.

multiship friendly: winning rk800-60's affection is not easy in the long run. remember he is not easy to get along with.

Shipping Additions: I WILL NOT ship cross unless it is plotted mutually between all parties. even then I will be selective about it. please respect this. multiverse is a thing and that is what my blog is. it will just be ignored.

Content Trigger: 60 is very much ruthless despite his fall into deviancy. if you are uncomfortable with intense personalities this may not be the rp blog for you. certain themes will be highly thematic, problematic and even controversial at times. all of these will be tagged accordingly and put under read more for my followers/mutuals. he will be aggressive and hateful depending on circumstances. he is not very nice. however, the mun does not reflect this characterization and is extremely nice to followers. 60 may not share that affinity but the mun has no malicious intent. Only this ruthless boy does.

threads containing 18/21+ material always go under read more. please adhere to all warnings. some subject matter may be unsettling. remember any dark or triggering themes are NOT condoned by me irl. it just needs to be said.

Interactions: non-rp blogs, personals or those not part of current threads: DO NOT REBLOG. this is becoming a problem lately and I really don’t want to be that person but please follow this rule.If you continue to do so you will be BLOCKED. You can like my posts just fine however. In fact it’s welcome! I like to see others enjoying what I write for the ruthless king.

DBH VERSE REQUIRED: It just works better to be able to write adequately and since my muse is from this universe it’s a given. I rarely do crossovers as I feel some just do not work or fit my muse. If I do they are with main mutuals depending on fandom or personal preference.

Mutual Exclusive/RP Blogs Only: This blog is now private. If you follow me and I do the same back it means I want to interact. Otherwise assume I won’t be following back if I haven’t in a week. I have had some odd things come 60′s way and it is why this blog is locked down now.

Follows: If I follow back it means I want to interact with you. If you're a mutual and you still have not interacted with me after several weeks I WILL unfollow. This is nothing against anyone or meant to be unfair/mean spirited. The blog is an rp blog so of course I want to interact with you all. Also I do not just give free follows since this is not a personal blog.

I would love to follow back depending but if I see no rules or somewhere that states 21 and above for the mun on your blog I won’t. I interact solely with those 21+. I myself am 28 years old. Respect this and don’t lie about your age to me. I have had people lie to me in the past and they’ve been dropped faster then you can shout “Deviant Spotted!”

I reserve the right to unfollow anyone for whatever reason including but not limited to rp politics. Ya gurl not here for rp snobbery or assumptions made. If I become uncomfortable I will soft block to unfollow quietly. I also practice block back. Meaning if I’m hardblocked (which is in anyone’s right who is uncomfortable with my content) I will hardblock back. It’s only fair and honestly it’s a lovely page taken out of one of my waifu’s books.

OOC: If you post a crap ton of ooc posts (I mean plz it’s your blog and your content is yours so go for it) I may unfollow if I cannot blacklist them properly. I mean things that aren’t rp related. This is only in extreme cases. My blog has overwhelmed me so the dash being flooded is something I want to clean up.

Replies: As I have stated in updates on this blog I am super busy and backed up. My reply speed is slower due to lots of drafts and asks. You can remind me but please don’t come at me or try to push me. Muse can be fickle. Some days I have it for a specific verse, others I have it for shorter convos or text threads. I aim to reply to everyone but keep in mind running this blog is not easy and I want it be fun for me. It’s a hobby. When I have to worry and hide from people this is no longer that. If it continues I will drop the thread completely. Only in extreme cases.

Pressuring: Do not come into my inbox on anon passive aggressively asking when I will reply to threads. If you honestly want to remind me like a normal person my dms are open to mutuals only. Do not guilt me into rping. If you pressure and attempt manipulating me you will be blocked. This has happened and I will not put up with it.

Please reblog any memes/prompts from the source and not this blog. I am not an rp source or creator of these. If you continue to do this and just harvest my blog for memes without even interacting I will unfollow/block. If you reblog send me one then. If not well do not do it. non-mutuals do not reblog anything at all from this blog. Also I have to mention some people have used me as a source WITHOUT reblogging from me. Meaning they see the meme and reblog it for themselves as a means of bypassing sending in anything. If we’re mutuals why are you doing this? It will just make me think you do not want to interact.

Asks: Do not reblog asks. Please if you wish to continue make a new post and link back to ask. It just makes my dash a little cleaner and I want to avoid extra asks in the inbox continuing it when we can turn them into convo threads. So please don’t keep sending asks to continue a plot line. Thread it.

IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT HATE & ASSUMPTIONS: If I discover you sending hate on anon to anybody you’re gone. If you send hate to people about what they ship, especially to female muns/muses, you’re gone. I will not tolerate hate of any kind and if I see you talking negatively about any female muse I will soft block you quietly. I just do not want to interact with you. People who assume generalized posts are about them when I follow you will be softblocked as well. Honestly it’s a given that if I’m following it’s not directed at you. I will not put up with assumptions or continue to view it on my dash. Unfollow me, softblock me, etc. It’s not difficult. My comfort levels are important to me as well as yours should be.

I will not interact with egoists. If I see anything that wigs me out I will just softblock quietly. Elitists go home. I don’t want you here.

I will never rush or be pushy at my partners. I’m so chill about threads. please take your time. let’s never take the fun out of it. never think you’re taking too long or bothering me. DM’s are open to my mutuals only.

I do not do passwords or send messages of any kind. If I am following you rest assured that I have read your rules. I do this automatically when someone follows me and vice versa since I expect the same. If I’m liking update posts you can consider that me seeing it as well.

unfollowing/refollowing: Don’t do it on my blog. If you follow and then unfollow but for some reason come back to follow you get blocked from my side. I don’t need the bs or the attention seeking.

Duplicates are amazing but I will be selective who I follow back and interact with. Nothing personal but I have been the victim of theft in the past. It’s an unfortunate thing but my characterization and headcanons for 60 are my own. I have been writing this boy forever even long before I made this blog. I’m highly protective of my ruthless king. He is my baby after all.

softblocks: I remove people by doing this. It could be for any reason to be honest. We never interact, you keep dropping our stuff, show no interest, I don’t see us interacting after all or any number of reasons to make my dash more comfortable. Do not ask me why I did it. That’s my comfort. No hard feelings. Just move on. I don’t have to cater to you. If you don’t like my methods use the unfollow button and leave my blog. Simple enough.

hardbocking/blacklisting: Yes I have done it. Am I going to blatantly broadcast it for all to see? Nope. I am not obligated to explain why I blocked you. Most times you have broken my rules despite me reminding to read them. Other times there are people I just do not want to see and that is my right not to see them. Same goes for you. Block me if you do not like what you see. I will not censor myself, my writing or who I interact with.

ostracizing people in the rpc: If you don’t like who I am interacting with use your blacklist function. NEVER tell me not to interact with them. If I find out you practice this exclusion tactic on others in the rpc I will purge you off my blog no questions or explanation needed. I totally get it. There are people I don’t like. No one is going to like everyone but do you see me telling others NOT to write with them? Hell no because I know for a fact they have done it to me and others love to listen without all sides to a story.

I also drop people who vague in public servers because it’s straight up childish behavior. I also will not follow or interact with anyone who guilt trips, suicide baits or lies with a pity party song and dance. When you’re found out to be lying or telling other people not to interact with somebody in this RPC I want nothing to do with you. Move on. That’s it.

Drop a like if you made it this far. Whew! No passwords needed. Even if you don’t drop a like it won’t prevent me interacting it’s just nice to see.

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 6 years ago

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Undercover

Rosa Diaz x Female Photographer!Reader

A/N: This was a fic that got started a while back and lost steam. Posting it as is with a potential new idea that I hope works. I am happy to continue this but always love feedback or ideas to include.

Summary: Rosa Diaz is a detective, but also many other things. On this day, she transforms into Emily Goldfinch, model extraordinaire. Y/N is the photographer, and she is beyond smitten with Ms. Goldfinch.

(that’s it, really. there is story potential to continue if y’all are interested)

Warnings: None yet

WC: 2.1K

Everything Tags: @kazosa // @sorenmarie87 // @lefthologramdeer // @his-paradox // @letsby

B99 Tags: @whelp-that-just-happened // @acrotica // @4amfantasies // @deathofmissjackson // @biggaytimes10

Rosa grabbed her cell from her back pocket to check the time. The clock on the wall near the break room was slow, again, and she couldn’t take the chance of being late. No one was watching her, though it always sort of felt like one of those jokers was… but today, all eyes were focused on Jake and Charles as they were devising another absurd undercover disguise for a case that just popped up.

Realizing that she had just about ten minutes to get across town, she casually slipped the phone into her jacket and removed the helmet from her bottom drawer. Closing the metal enclosure as quietly as possible, Rosa swung around in her desk chair and slithered down the hallway to the rear exit of the precinct.

When the fresh air hit her face, she smiled. It was a small one, but it was there as she mounted her bike and affixed her helmet. The stylist at the shoot would be able to fix whatever damage the wind and the helmet did to her hair, as she had many times before. It was part of what she loved about doing this. What she loved most, however, was how not one person who knew her, knew that she was doing it, and the rush she got from that. Well, that and the photographer she would be working with who happened to be pretty damn hot.

The one with the dark hair was coming back again. She had the eyes that you could get lost in. They were dark and wild, and within them lived a million secrets. At least, that’s what you saw through the lens of the camera every time you pointed in her direction. You rarely had to give her any direction, this woman seemed to know exactly how to move her body, stretch her legs, or cock her head, in order to give you the perfect shot.

Emily Goldfinch was a whirlwind force of nature whenever she stepped on set. She was sweet and bubbly, always offered those around her a smile. Yet, the minute the lights were up, and the lens cap fell off, she transformed herself into a completely different woman. Someone much darker, more troubled, yet sexy and defiant in a way that would make anyone melt.

She had this way of looking at you, through you, that ignited a desire to pounce on her and just drink her in. When you saw she was on your planner for the day, you suddenly had an overwhelming desire to get to the set early, telling yourself it was to make sure everything was perfect. Really, it was to see Emily for as long as you could.

You heard the motorcycle’s engine whining down as it came to a stop outside of the giant mansion. Shooting there throughout the week had been amazing, especially considering some of the names you’d been lucky to work with but being able to live out in the pool house while working, was even better. Having Emily Goldfinch be your last model of the week was both a blessing and a curse, because while she was easily your favorite, it meant that the next day it would all be over, and you’d have to go back home to your studio flat in Hoboken.

Her laugh rose above the low key chatter coming from the front hall of the house. It was light and airy, just like the smile she gave everyone upon greeting them. Then an image flashed in your mind about how she could change, like a chameleon, into that other woman… the dangerous one.

Turning from the plate glass windows of the great room, you made your way towards the area set aside for hair and makeup. The model was in her chair, her helmet still in hand and was chatting with the stylist, Aubrey. Facing the mirror, she used it to make eye contact with the older brunette while brushing out her hair.

“I trust you,” Emily said and winked into the mirror. She spotted you entering behind them, and you saw her reflection smile. “Well, well! I didn’t realize you were shooting today. What a nice surprise.”

“Its really mine,” you said casually strolling forward, but holding her gaze in the mirror until you reached her side. “You’re easily one of my favorite women to work with.”

“You’re too kind,” she muttered through a blushed expression.

“I’d say you have your work cut out for you, Aubrey,” you said, turning to the stylist and resting a hand gently on her shoulder, “but I can’t imagine you have to do much to make this one camera ready. She’s pretty perfect the way she is.”

Emily Goldfinch cast her eyes down bashfully, then flashed them up at you through the mirror one last time. This woman was breathtaking, but its was the other you wanted to see, the one that came alive when the lenses were on her.

“I’ll leave you to it, ladies. Just holler when you’re ready.”

This time you winked at her, and her response was anything but coy. The expression that met you was more like she was the stalker, and you were the prey. A flutter of heat tickled at your sex and conjuring the image of what that could be like, making it more difficult to walk away. Though as you finally did, you couldn’t get the memory of that look she gave you out of your mind.

She followed the few directives you had and made them insanely better. The shoot went even better than you’d hoped and found yourself taking way more shots than necessary. Partially it was because the lighting was too perfect to stop and the way it radiated off her caramel skin made each snap better than the one before it.

Though she didn’t seem to mind, you finally relented when sun began to sink down into the horizon. The giant shadows from the mansion made any more pictures impossible without setting up new lightning, and since you’d already taken enough shots, you unfortunately knew it was time to call it a wrap.

The rest of the assistants began breaking down the equipment that surrounded the pool. You made your way to where she was drying her legs off from the last few shots of wading on the steps in the water.

“You did amazing today, thank you. Shooting you is always an immense pleasure,” you said and smiled softly. You wanted to ask her out, ask her to say. But there was a line that you couldn’t cross with the models out of fear of offending one, and that it would get you blacklisted from any further jobs with this magazine.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, distracted by invisible thoughts.

“Do you have your next shoot lined up?”

“No, this is just, uh, a hobby,” she shrugged, and tossed the towel to the chaise lounge. “Chances are I won’t have time for this anymore, but it was fun while it lasted.”

Disappointment rushed through you at the thought of never photographing this goddess again. “That… that would be a terrible shame, Emily. You’re meant to do this.”

She snorted a laugh that seemed very unlike her, after which her dark eyes turned serious and grabbed yours causing a buzz of energy to keep you from looking away. “No.”

“No?”

“I am not meant to do this.” Her voice was different now, more akin to the woman in the photographs that the one that always entered smiling and cheery.

“Oh, well. Then its just a natural ability you must have.”

“For what, exactly?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow. “What natural ability?”

“To be completely ethereal and commanding in every picture I take of you. To present a duality of fear and lust. To make me, um, and every other man or woman to want you, yet still fear you with our entire being.”

Your voice had gone soft, but you could see her stand up straighter and pay attention. As you waxed poetic about the image of her through your lens, she was taking small, tentative steps towards you, lost in the praise you were unleashing upon her. When the spell broke and you gazed up, she was a breath away, and you could feel your heart pounding through every pressure point in your body.

“Can I see the pictures?” she asked, though sounded more like a demand.

“Of course.”

You led her back into the house and through the area set up as the dressing room triage. There were large windows throughout the kitchen that allowed the remaining gleam of natural light to see the images in. Syncing the tablet to your camera’s memory card, the pictures loaded on the screen and you held them up for her to see.

She didn’t take it when you offered it, so you propped it up on the counter and began swiping through the photos. The mysterious woman stepped up behind you and lightly rested her hand on the small of your back. A tingle crept up your spine and ran simultaneously down your legs. She smelled like lavender and leather, and the presence of her so close, aroused nervous excitement.

“See?” you turned your head slightly, to try and see her expression, “you’re breathtaking.”

“As long as that’s what you see,” she said, still leaning in close to your side and looking at the various images.

“It’s what I always see when I see you, whether its through the lens or not.”

The corner of her mouth lifted to half a smile as she lightly snorted a laugh. “Are you flirting with me?”

“If I was?”

She turned her body, so it was leaning against the counter, still dangerously close to being within your reach. It was honestly taking all your restraint not to just grab her hips and pull her into you. You’d been on three different shoots with her in the past year, and every time you’d cross her path, there was more and more of a growing interest in finding out much more about the mysterious Emily Goldfinch.

“If you were…” she paused, mulling the question around for a moment before leaning in closely. Her voice had changed again; it was deeper and sultry. “I wouldn’t hate it at all.”

Her cell came to life on the table by the chair. She was about to speak, but her cell came to life on the table by the chair. She pounced on it, not letting another ring escape before answering and quickly turning away. You could hear her mumbling into the phone, but nothing specific. In order to give her privacy, you turned back towards the assistants who were taking down the last of the umbrellas and scaffolding that had been set up and pretended to busy yourself.

“I have to go, but, I wanted to say that I have really enjoyed working with you,” she said as threw the cover up over her bathing suit. “I better change and get back.”

“Get back?”

“Yeah, well, I should go,” she said nervously, her eyes darting in any direction but towards you. “See ya.”

Her demeanor was so different, but it only added more fuel to the fire you felt for her. She was mysterious and aloof, and while that was not normally a great combination in a partner, you still couldn’t take your eyes off her.

Emily breezed past you and disappeared into the house so quickly you had to question whether the encounter actually happened. Before her phone call, she looked like she was just as lost in your words, as you were in her. That all changed on a dime and just led you to feeling completely confused and more than a little frustrated.

“Diaz?” Captain Holt stood in his doorway scanning the floor of the bullpen. “Has anyone seen Diaz lately?”

“Here, Captain,” she said as she rounded the corner of the hallway slightly out of breath. “Sorry, I had a lead I needed to follow. Took longer than I thought.”

“Did it pan out?” he asked, his face the usual amount of unreadable, yet a slight hint of something in his voice…“No, unfortunately it was a dead end.”

“Alright, fine. I actually have a case for you. The 8-4 has a B&E case that needs a fresh set of eyes. I’d like you to look through the case files they sent over, see what, if anything, they are missing.”

“Sure thing, Cap,” Rosa replied, though somewhat distracted.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry. Yes sir, Captain Holt,” she offered apologetically. He gave her a nod of satisfaction and disappeared back into his office.

Not realizing half the precinct’s eyes were on her this time, she slumped down into her chair with an audible sigh which prompted the other detectives to swarm her desk. Peralta and Santiago approached apprehensively, exchanging curious looks.

“What’s going on Diaz? What lead were you chasing?”

“It’s nothing,” she said and sat up trying to look busy. “Just a hunch.”

She would never admit to them about the modeling. Nor would she admit to continuing to do it because of a certain photographer. What she didn’t realize, yet, was that this double life she had been leading would ultimately bring her real life and her fake life together in dramatic fashion.

#rosa diaz x female reader #rosa diaz x reader #rosa diaz x reader insert #rosa diaz x you #rosa diaz x fem!Reader

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