#and half the time i hate to say--i don't trust his 'breathing issues'.

[oreana-galena]

I think the most rewarding conversation I could have was two different store managers telling me that my store manager is overworking me and spreading me too thin.

[spcewild]

"And then one random night - when everything changes, you won't reply and we'll go back to strangers"

Warnings: angst, fluff, depressing topics, ghosting, situationship, implied smut at end, etc.

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Another read message.

Looking down at your phone, the message you sent -

"Wanna go on a drive again?" < read

You let out an audible sigh as you slumped into your chair. It was a common occurrence to get ghosted by the Hollywood star. You knew it was likely trust issues from his recent divorce - I know right? A cocky man like him? Have trust issues? Seems very unlikely.. but he hides it well.

Your eyes seemed to engrave the message screen engulfing your phone. You almost hope he blocks you sometimes. You hate when he does this, and then texts you in the middle of the night asking if your up.

You're used to getting bothered by him 24/7, text messages, calls, pictures, etc. Although it was different when you found out he was training as a champion for earthrealm.. he tried to explain it the best he could with what little knowledge he knew himself. You knew how busy he would be, yet that never seemed to stop him half the time. The other half? He was like this. You had enough.

You glared down at your still read message - it's been 15 minutes. You give an annoyed sigh and began typing again.

"Keep ignoring me Cage, I don't know what we are but I can't handle when you do this to me. Don't try to call me again."

< sent

With a huff you soon retreated to the backseat of your own car. Pulling your knees to your chest staring out of your left window.

You didn't bother checking your phone from that point. Feeling so conflicted in your own mind you seemed to get lost in time.

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You don't know how much time has passed but you know you've been sitting in your car for a while. Your eyes feeling heavy - yet you weren't really tired.

You were brought back to your conscious, getting pulled away from your thoughts as you hearing a voice yelling out.

"Y/N open the door please.. I'm sorry!"

The familiar voice of Johnny ringing in your ears, you looked over to see his form pounding his fist at your front door. Then standing there in a silence, almost looking defeated by the second.

You heard a sigh escape the man before he turned around, while going to walk to his car he spotted you in yours. Locking eyes for a moment before you turned your head and looked back outside the other window.

It wasn't long before you heard the door to your car open, and a shift in the seat next to you, then the car door shutting. You stayed in silence for a while before hearing a sigh from the figure beside you.

"How long are you going to ignore me hun'?"

Not falling for the Hollywood's words you pursed your lips further together and locked your eyes to the stars painting the sky from your window. You heard a shifting motion before you felt strong hands slink around your waist and a weight fall on the back of your shoulder, a feeling you often felt when receiving comfort from Johnny.

"You know I don't mean to do that.. I- ...I'm sorry.."

You heard the man sputter over his words, trying to refrain from excuses. His warm breath hitting your neck and his hands squeezing your waist. You at first - didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reply but quickly realized that the man was not joking this time - yet was serious.

"Please..."

His hands slightly clinging tighter around your waist, like he was afraid you would disappear. You release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

Feeling his head turn up to your face slightly as if he was expecting you to say something.

"Fine..."

You huffed out in defeat. You knew you couldn't be mad at him entirely, he was always busy and you knew he didn't mean it.

You felt a growing smile form from his lips as his face buried into your neck, before feeling the same soft skin press light kisses all over your neck.

"I knew you couldn't stay mad at me."

Yet the man still joked. Receiving an eye roll from you. It wasn't too soon before he finally gave out and pulled away from you, then hearing a thud as you looked back to see his frame, laid on his back as he looked up at the ceiling of the car. You couldn't help but smile at it all. Letting your own car seat fall back and slowly laying back on your back as well, beside him. You two stayed in comfortable silence before you spoke again.

"So what are we exactly, Johnny?"

You questioned the man beside you, turning your head towards him. You saw his lips purse into a thin line for a moment before opening.

"Whatever you want us to be, as long as I get to be right next to you like this."

His head finally turning to yours. Smiling to yourselves as you felt the small gap between you two shrinken even more. Watching as his form leaned into yours as his body rolled to his side so his arms could slink around your waist again and pull you in.

Your lips connecting felt like the missing puzzle pieces to your whole world, connecting together, everything felt perfect. Between the soft kiss when you two pulled away to catch your breath, you heard him speak in soft praises, before you finally got some words out yourself.

"I want to be yours, Cage."

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Author's note:

It took a while to write this lol, i was honestly debating weather I should post it or not.

Idk if I went too off w his character, but I feel like Johnny is secretly a sweetheart. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this regardless ! <3

(REQUESTS: OPEN)

[juuuulez]

🎧 | playlist roulette, 500+ follower celebration!

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🎰 -> lip gallagher, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, mikey berzatto, sydney adamu, carl grimes, negan smith.

📚 -> smut, angst, fluff etc…

just inbox a character + song and i’ll write a short fic/blurb about it! songs marked 🔥 are exclusively NSFW due to, well… the nature of the song. otherwise, feel free to suggest a genre you’d prefer, or none at all, and i’ll go with the whatever suits it best. i’ve gone with songs that give a good mix of different vibes and ideas for some variety.

artists are in alphabetical order and are from my personal playlists, you’ll find: childish gambino, doja cat, faye webster, kendrick lamar, lana del rey, nicki minaj, paramore, phoebe bridgers, tyler the creator, taylor swift…

☆ childish gambino, heartbeat: ✅

⟡ richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall, and i feel sick.

☆ childish gambino, me and your mama:

⟡ negan smith.

i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la / i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, agora hills: ✅

⟡ carmen berzatto.

somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / that’s true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, cyber sex: ✅

⟡ lip gallagher.

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

☆ faye webster, kingston:

⟡ richie jerimovich.

he said, "baby, " that's what he called me, "i love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way / it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me / but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say.

☆ kendrick lamar, father time:

⟡ carmen berzatto.

oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent / oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice / tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues.

☆ lana del rey, margaret:

⟡ lip gallagher.

alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause / 'cause when you know, you know / and when you're old, you're old / like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring.

☆ nicki minaj, anaconda:

i-i-i’m high as hell, i only took a half a pill / i’m on some dumb shit / by-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? / he can tell I ain't missing no meals.

☆ nicki minaj, pink friday girls:

lookin' for my lipgloss and my liner (liner) / lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner) / got him smilin' 'cause he know i outshine her ('shine her) / had to pop her just to remind her.

☆ paramore, thick skull:

i am a magnet for broken pieces / i am attracted to broken people / i pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding / and it looks like my fault / and it looks like i’m caught red-handed.

☆ phoebe bridgers, saviour complex:

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i’m a bad liar / with a savior complex.

☆ phoebe bridgers, waiting room:

⟡ sydney adamu.

and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together / plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better.

☆ taylor swift, love story:

⟡ lip gallagher.

that you were romeo, you were throwin' pebbles / and my daddy said, "stay away from juliet" / and I was cryin' on the staircase / beggin' you, "please don't go.”

☆ taylor swift, paper rings:

⟡ lip gallagher.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings / uh huh, that's right / darling, you're the one i want, and / i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

☆ tyler the creator, are we still friends?: ✅

⟡ mikey berzatto.

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

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and on a more serious note: thank you for all the support on my works!! this blog has been my little safespace for indulging in all my silly little thoughts, and it makes me so happy that others can appreciate what i make too.

i’m excited to explore more tv shows and movies and let my blog and writing grow along with my interests, so i hope you’ll all stick around for the ride!

nervous about finally posting this, i’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time….i wanna write every song on here, so i’m really excited about it!!! feel free to send in multiple if you want ;P

[infamousbrad]

I don't often get C-PTSD flashbacks from reading ProPublica news articles. I'm going to have to spend some time breathing deliberately and/or take a sleeping pill and go back to bed.

I'm autistic. Job hunting was hell for me at the best of times because I've never met a Human Resources employee who wasn't bigoted against the mentally ill. "You're perfectly qualified for the job, but I just don't think you'd be a good fit." So every job hunt I've ever had, even in boom times, has taken me a year or more to find someone who knew me, personally or professionally from a previous job, who had an opening and could pull rank on H.R. to get me in. And every job ended the same way: I got transferred to a disability-hostile manager ("it's not fair to everyone else if I treat you differently") and almost immediately fired. So threatening to fire me is only one step down from threatening to try to kill me.

And I've been threatened with being fired way more times than I've actually been fired. I'm a naturally scrupulous person, especially when safety issues are involved because I can't not worry, but also I know I'm really bad at telling when the people around me think the rules matter and when they don't (and worse at caring about their feelings about it being okay to break the rules this time). And I have long-since lost track of how many times I've been confronted with the choice:

Either commit a crime that puts people in danger ...

Or else we'll fire you, and you'll have to explain to every human resources department you apply at that you were fired for disobeying an order.

God, I hate this species. "I don't care if it's unsafe or illegal, I need it done." "Everybody cheats, if you don't cheat you can't make money." "We've gotten away with it before, it'll be fine." And "if other people die, they die; it's more important to get the job done." Fuck fuck fuck, I hate it. 'Cause it's real cheap of them to say when they're not going to be the one who gets hurt, isn't it? It's not like their families are going to get killed when (not if) a train derails, so who cares?

Some outlet I read (I think it was the WaPo?) did a long series about whistleblowing a little while back and concluded that most of us won't even say we want more whistleblowers, and most of the people who say they do don't mean it, certainly not when it comes to their own misdeeds. In one of the articles in the series, they cited moral foundations theory and suggested that that's because almost half of us rank "loyalty" above most or all other virtues. As in yes honesty and safety are virtues, but loyalty to your employer, your team, whatever is a more important virtue.

Fuck that. If I've let myself get peer pressured or tricked or bullied into doing something (or worse, ordering something) illegal and unsafe, I want subordinates who'll call me on my bullshit, hold me accountable. I need backup, everybody needs backup! Retaliate against whistleblowers? Fuck that noise; if I were in a position to hire, I'd offer extra to hire people who'd blown the whistle on misconduct to the point where they got fired for it -- I may not be able to trust them to "have my back" (which I don't even want when I'm in the wrong!) but I can trust them to tell the truth and protect others.

Obviously this means I've never worked in H.R. And it probably overlaps heavily with why my last real, professional employer finally told me I'd never make management. And shortly thereafter fired me. In a straight-up case of whistleblower retaliation. And then went so far as to lie to every potential employer I applied to that I was fired for "making terroristic threats," a straight-up frame-up that guaranteed that I'd never work in my industry again.

[softguarnere]

I Can Read You Like a Magazine

Lewis Nixon x reader

A/N: I heard that @latibvles needed a pick me up, and I was hoping to be of service. I hope you're feeling better, and I hope you like this one 💕🕊️

Warnings: smoking, requited un-requited love

If people's expressions can be read, then Lewis Nixon is an open book written in plain language -- there is never any guess work as to how he feels because every emotion crosses his face for the world to see. It's endearing, honestly. The way his eyebrows furrow and the edges of his lips pull down when he's confronted with something that upsets him; the way his smile is a little sideways whenever he's happy about something but trying to hold it back; even the way his bright eyes become hooded when he slow-blinks through exhaustion -- you know the language of his emotions and how to translate them so well that you consider yourself to be bilingual.

So now, sitting across from each other in a room full of officers, listening on while Sobel gives a progress report on Easy Company's training, it's not hard to see that he feels just as stunned as you do. It's no secret that the entire company hates Sobel, but the fact that he can go on and on about them as if he has single-handedly turned them into one of the best companies -- not to mention the way he's continuously slamming Dick's efforts to run the company.

When he's finished waxing poetic, there's a brief silence where you wait to see if anyone will contradict him. No one moves to speak.

Well, someone has to do it.

You draw in a breath and are about to begin when Nixon catches your eye. His dark eyes go wide and he turns his head slightly -- don't do it, (Y/N). Something in his warning is so adamant that you stop yourself before you begin. But most of the room heard your sharp intake of breath as has turned to you expectantly, interest piqued. You cover it up with a fake cough and a half-hearted "excuse me."

Meeting adjourned, you dig your nails into your palms as you head outside. Nix is waiting for you; he always is. Propped against the building's exterior, he lights a cigarette and glances up at you, offering you his lighter in greeting.

Plucking his cigarette from his fingertips, you take a long drag. It doesn't help. If anything, it makes you feel even more wound up. Amused, he shakes his head when you hand it back to him.

"I would have spotted you a light, you know."

"I know."

He takes another deep inhale, blows a smoke ring while watching you out of the corner of his eye. "You're upset."

"Of course I am. How can you not be?" Dick is his friend, too. Maybe his best friend. It was hard for you not to break your silence, but Nixon hadn't seemed to struggle as much.

Smoke pours out as he laughs, making him cough a little. "Oh trust me -- I am."

"But you didn't speak out against him, or speak up for Dick. He's our friend. We should have said something."

Nixon's dark eyes turn curious. "Did Dick look upset to you?"

"What?"

"In the meeting," Nixon clarifies. "Did he look angry?"

No, he hadn't. In fact, he had sat there and taken the whole thing in stride. Anyone else would have been furious, but not Winters. You shake your head.

"Exactly. Because it's all part of the game."

"What game? Being an officer?"

Nixon nods. "It's all a game of strategy, and Dick plays it well. He knows how to keep his cool. Besides, he didn't have to contradict Sobel in front of the upper echelon, because he knows that all the evidence speaks for itself -- which means that he doesn't have to."

"I hadn't thought about that."

"Dick will be okay," Nixon says. "Sink and the others will see through the bullshit, you can count on that." He offers you his cigarette, and this time you accept it. "That's not what's bothering you, though."

You don't mean to laugh, and it comes out wrong -- a hard, empty staccato. You wave your hand dismissively, like that will clear it away, along with your problems. "Just one more issue to add to the stack, I'm afraid." When he reaches out for the cigarette, you try to soften your tone. After all, it's not Nix's fault. "Bad letter from home."

"Oh. I'm sorry about that."

You shrug, feeling some of your tightly held tension dissipate. Funny, how even a little kindness from someone who truly means well can sometimes make a burden easier to carry.

"You know you're one of my closest friends, right (Y/N)?" Nixon's tone is so much more gentle than the casual, light-hearted one that he uses around everyone else in the camp. It makes your heart feel funny, thinking that probably only you and Dick have only ever heard him speak like this, his emotions easier than ever to read. "You've listened to me wax poetic about my own life, but I can shut up when I put my mind to it. If you wanted to talk about it . . ."

It's an open offer. Not just for here, in this moment, but any time. You've never been one to trust many with your secrets and your problems, but something about Nixon's sincerity makes you think that he would carry them carefully.

Nixon is a good friend. But lately, you feel like you can't look directly at him, and you feel excitement flood your stomach whenever he walks into a room. That's a secret that you can't ask him to help carry -- not yet anyway.

You nudge your shoulder against his. "Thanks, Nix."

He smiles, and it reaches his eyes. "Of course." Ashes float from the end of his cigarette as he drops what's left of it and grinds it out with his boot. His tone is somewhere between that soft, sincere voice he uses with you and Dick, and his public, comical tone, "But if Sobel comes after you in a meeting, I won't hesitate to knock him upside the head. I'll forfeit the game if I have to."

You can't contain your smile, and you hope that he can't hear the way your heart trips over itself at his words. A joke or not, it's good to have a friend -- or someone with the potential to be more than that -- like Nixon in your corner.

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

The Heart Principle by Helen Hoang is this year's biggest disappointment for me! (No Spoiler!)

‘Heloise the book addict’ masterlist | Heloise’s map

I don't like to be mean about books because I understand everyone has a different perspective when reading and we all have different taste, but damn, I was more disappointed in The Heart Principle by Helen Hoang than the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas which says a lot, because that was a huge let down for me.

Now I'm not saying it's a bad series, because it isn't. I liked the first and second books, The Kiss Quotient and The Bride Test, both got 4 stars from me. But my excitement for finally reading Quan's story got trampled on so hard I could not have predicted it even if I wanted to.

I'm still absolutely fuming!

Apparently Anna is a loose portrayal of Helen, or so she said at the end of the book. Part of me didn't want to say anything, since the author compared herself to the character and I feel like it would be a personal attack, even though it wouldn't. But another part of me knows that this was only a contemporary fiction book and I have every right to rant about a character.

So, to clear it up, I will indeed be ranting about Anna and her relationship with Quan, because this man deserved the world and she didn't give it.

I was— I am— I have been so furious with Anna, I can't even put it into words. She has had a hard life, noone is questioning that, nor would I ever dare so, because people go through similar situations, similar life experiences all the time and I can't even understand half of what hardships they have to overcome. However, I expected a romance book with obstacles that our FMC, Anna, and our MMC, Quan, would have to overcome to be able to get/stay together.

That was not the case!

I have read 300+ pages about our MMC, Quan, struggling with "something" (no spoiler!) that has fundamentally changed him not only physically but mentally and emotionally, only for him to give everything he could to our FMC, Anna, and get back nothing! He has given love, care, support, kindness, understanding, an endless list, only for our "dear" Anna to give back nothing. Not a bloody thing.

*Okay, let's take a breather, I'm not supposed to be this emotional over fictional characters!*

By all means, people go through hardships, in and out of relationships. It's completely normal. But! But for 300+ pages I read nothing but how Quan has given himself fully to Anna, only for her to just accept it all, but not give back a thing. Nothing. Zero. Nada. And no (to those who read it) even her "redemption arc" could not save her for me. That was just a low excuse to show that she could be vulnerable and trusting.

No! No! Not good enough! This woman has been leaning on Quan's shoulder about everything. We know she could be trusting and vulnerable. I understand it was supposed to show that she was completely opening up to Quan, but no, I can't accept that. That man was giving Anna everything. EVERYTHING! Only for this woman to take, take, take and if I wasn't clear enough, TAKE!

I can't decide if I hated Anna, or I didn't like that Helen wrote Quan's struggles as if they were nothing. Or possibly both. I feel like Quan needed the same amount of support (his whole damn life changed!) but all attention was on Anna. Anna who was incapable of giving any of the care, love, support and understanding to Quan that she got.

*Deep breath!*

I understand this is a controversial opinion, and I also get that we won't agree on this, but Quan was struggling just as much as Anna and throughout the whole book, his struggles were only mentioned, whilst Anna was made out to be someone I was supposed to feel sorry for or empathise with. I couldn't. I understand her autism played a part in her behaviour, but in the previous two books we didn't have this issue. In this book the focus was on Anna so much that Quan's just as real struggles were pushed aside and I can't accept that. Quan deserved so much more! Whether he could have had someone else or Anna should have worked so damn hard, 100x harder than what she did as a dumb "redemption" that was just a damn cop-out.

If I offended someone I'm really sorry, but this really provoked my patience.

[faithghoul]

The Need to Bleed

Rain Ghoul x Dewdrop Ghoul || Rated M for Smut 18+, Angst

Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide, trust issues, bullying

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"Give it up for me, Dew." Rain's finger runs against Dewdrop's sides softly, and the latter ghoul slaps it. "No. I don't want to. Let me fuck you." Dewdrop pulls Rain's chin, his amber eyes meet the water ghoul's sparkling light blue eyes.

Rain clicks his tongue lazily. "You fucked me great, but I'm tired of being fucked. Give me one chance."

Dewdrop falls silent. He's hesitant at the moment, he doesn't know if he should trust Rain as someone who could have dominated him. He thinks Rain is the soft boy, like a little brother. As a prankster partner. They always played with each other, but seeing Rain with half-lidded eyes, begging for being the dominant this time… intrigues him, to say the least.

"Dew, Please." Called Rain, their ribs are pressing against each other and his head is laying on top of Dewdrop's shoulder.

A claustrophobic feeling runs through Dewdrop's body uninvited, making him move uneasily. He rustles underneath Rain. His chest hurts, and he's breathing heavily.

"Dewdrop, please."

Annoyed with the non-stop begging when he's being occupied with his own overwhelming feelings, Dewdrop bites Rain's neck as a warning. "Stop begging, you sound like a cry-baby. I will kill you if you beg once again."

Dewdrop let out a sharp gasp, his vision becoming blurry. His tears threaten to drop on Rain's ear next to his own cheek. He can't do this.

"Bite me all you want. Ruin me if you want to." Rain said, circling his arms around Dewdrop's torso. He's smelling Dewdrop's neck and the smaller ghoul shivers.

Rain knows exactly what's going on. He feels Dewdrop's body tensing up, and not in a good way. He hugs him, kissing his neck as a way to calm his mate.

Then he lets go.

He takes the sight of Dewdrop. The fire ghoul is standing there, back pressing against the wall, and he's looking down. One thing that he would never do. Rain decides to reach Dew's shoulder, rubbing his thumb there. Dewdrop shot him with a sharp look of anger, and it scares Rain for him knowing that Dew could burn his room anytime soon. But he stays, still rubbing his thumb on Dew's shoulder, and just waits.

"Would you mind telling me about it?" Rain asked, his soft-velvety voice hitting Dew's ear like a calming melody. Dew looks around for a second, making sure that there is no one in the room beside them.

"On the bed." Dewdrop pulls Rain's hand and takes him to the bed slowly. They sit on the side of the bed, then Dewdrop crawls to the center of it and sits there cross-legged. Rain stays where he is, intending to give Dewdrop some space.

Silence. Neither of them is speaking. Dewdrop keeps his eyes on Rain, and Rain does the same.

"Okay. We're on the bed, and I'm listening." Rain whispered and smiles softly. 

That smile breaks Dewdrop's heart to pieces. His tears fall off.

"I hate you." Dewdrop said with a cracked voice. The veins on his neck are tensing up. "I hate myself."

Dewdrop falls to the mattress face first, his claws almost tearing the sheets. He is going to explode. He can't take it.

"I hate you. I hate myself, I hate what we have, I hate what I have done with you, with Aether, with all the ghouls. I hate myself. I hate myself…"

Seeing his friend broken and not knowing the reason why Rain panics for a second but quickly scoots up to the bed and touches Dewdrop's upper arm only to get slapped once again. Dewdrop has sat up again, and Rain is shocked when he notices Dewdrop's eyes are darkening.

It's a little too late when Rain is about to pull himself out of the bed when Dewdrop's hand reaches his neck roughly. Rain is visibly terrified, but he tries his best to stay calm. Dewdrop might be smaller than him, but this ghoul is fueled by the raging fire from Hell itself.

Dewdrop put their forehead together, and caressing Rain's cheeks. 

"I hate myself for not being able to express my feelings properly. Rainy, you hear me? I can't. I can't! It feels frustrating!" Dewdrop kisses Rain's lips impulsively, leaving Rain totally confused.

"I feel too much. I think too much. I get angry too much. I'm too much. All these feelings are too much. I wish I was d—"

"No one wants you to die. I don't want you to die." Rain cuts him off, and Dewdrop shoots him with an offended look. "What? Do I even need to listen to you? I don't."

"You only need to listen to yourself. Do you really want to die? No. You just want to be able to express your feelings properly." Rain said calmly, even though Dewdrop can see his hands trembling.

He wants to protest, but he doesn't do it when he realizes that Rain is spitting facts. Rain is right. He doesn't want to die.

"Stop reading me so correctly like that, little Rainy." Dewdrop said with a sad grin on his face, and Rain's hands are reaching his cheeks. 

"You are an open book to me, Dew. I love you, I do, everyone does. Aether loves you so much, imagine the pain that he will endure if you're gone." Rain pulls him into a comforting hug. Rain's words soothe him a little. Dewdrop is not hugging him back, he's too busy to manage his own feelings.

They stay like that for a solid ten minutes, with Dewdrop eventually hugging Rain back and silently crying on his shoulder. Rain pats and scratches Dewdrop's back gently, occasionally shushing him softly to make him stop crying.

"Feel better?" Rain asked after feeling Dew is no longer tearing up, pushing Dewdrop a few inches further so he can see his face. Dewdrop nods slowly and puts his head on Rain's shoulder. He wipes his tears away.

"I hate them." Dewdrop mumbles out of nowhere, making Rain stays alert to prepare himself to listen to another episode of Dewdrop's breakdown. "Them? Who are you talking about?"

"Ghouls who bullied me back when I still stayed in Hell. Fuck them, really. They bullied me because I'm small. They pushed me against the wall, just like you did", Dewdrop hits Rain's shoulder slowly, "and it's claustrophobic to me. Don't do that again."

"Ah, I'm sorry. I would've known if you had told me earlier. I'm sorry, Dew. Also small ghoul, big feelings, aren't you?"

"Small ghoul, huge feelings, I am. And don't call me small, you pretty thing. And you are not forgiven. Not yet." Dewdrop shows Rain a naughty smile.

Rain rolls his eyes and laughs. "Well… Unless?"

"Unless you make me feel loved, Rain. I need your love." Dewdrop moves his body closer to Rain, quickly sitting on Rain's lap and grinding his hips.

Rain moans in the sudden weight of his mate and puts his hands on Dewdrop's sides. His eyes begin to explore Dewdrop's torso, up to his neck, and finally, their eyes meet again. 

He kisses Dewdrop's chest, "How do you want me to love you, Prince?"

Dewdrop put his index finger on his lips, acting like he is thinking. Then he smiles back and leaves a little kiss on Rain's forehead. "Prince? Call me your king. Worship me."

Rain sighs and takes his own loose-fit black tee off. His chest is exposed fully to Dewdrop, and the smaller ghoul quickly nibbles on his collarbone.

"I will worship you, my king. Now please let me help you to take your clothes off, so this servant of yours could worship you to the fullest." Rain tilts his head to the side to give Dewdrop more access to his collarbone while holding Dewdrop's back so he won't fall off of his lap.

"Bring me Heaven, Rain…"

Without any further command, Rain kisses Dewdrop's jaw, his fingers slowly taking off Dew's oversized white tee. Dewdrop is wiggling off his body so he can get out of his own clothes quicker, and earning a giggle from Rain.

"You're cute if you're not an angry mess." Rain smiles while kissing Dew's neck and leaving some marks there. 

"Stop saying shit or I will burn your fucking room down." The fire ghoul snaps back playfully.

"Still spicy, huh? Still my Dewdrop then." Rain purrs.

Dewdrop smiles and takes a handful of Rain's wavy and medium-length hair, pushing him to a deep, longing kiss. Rain responded by placing his hands on Dewdrop's ass and squeezing them tight.

"Ah, fuck," Dewdrop sighs, nibbling on Rain's lower lip. Rain answered that by moaning heavily and moving his hips slightly. 

"Mm, lead the game, king." He said, giving up the control to Dewdrop.

Dewdrop obliges and pulls Rain's jaw down, and lets their tongues meet. They are devouring each other, with their hands gripping here and there, looking for something to hold. Rain pushes Dew's hips forward to bring that little frame closer to him, and Dew is holding Rain's head to deepen the kiss.

"Fuck, fuck me, take your fucking pants off Rain." Dew pulls himself up abruptly and takes his own pants and underwear off. Rain stands up to do the same and stops a little to take a look at Dewdrop's erected cock.

"What a king indeed." He jokes out, but Dewdrop is already palming his own balls. "You like what you see, Rainy?" Dewdrop licks his own lips and lets out a moan. Rain is seen swallowing his own saliva and continues to take his pants off, revealing he's just as hard as Dewdrop.

Dewdrop wastes no time by pushing Rain back down to the bed, and he sits on Rain's thighs. Rain uses his elbows to lean on and moans heavenly when Dew's hand is stroking his cock skillfully.

"Fuck— you're, fuck… keep stroking it, Dew. My fucking Hell." Rain is closing his eyes shut and running his own fingers through his hair. 

"Ah, look at you, Rain. So fucking pretty." Dew bows down to kiss Rain's hips, and his thumb rubs Rain's nipple. He grins when he notices that Rain's cock is twitching. "Oh, wow, look at ya, pretty boy. It's growing! We gotta need tons of lube so that beautiful cock of yours will fit into my hole."

Rain is enjoying all the sensations that Dewdrop gave to him, and he sits up to bite Dewdrop's shoulder. He lifts him up and walks across the room to take a bottle of lube from his drawer—Dewdrop clinging on to him for dear life—and he brings them back to the side of the bed with lube in his other hand.

The half-empty lube catches Dewdrop's attention.

"Eh, your lube is half empty?" Dewdrop asked, pointing at Rain's lube in shock. Rain tilts his head from left to right, not sure how to answer. "Uh, I mean, you know, Swiss." He shrugs.

Dewdrop laughs and understands what that means. Rain is living together with Swiss and these two must-have fucked each other all day all night. They must've needed a lot of lubes, he thinks. Swiss is a wonderful ghoul to hang out with, and also to have a threesome with Aether.

Bring himself back to the present, Dew cupping Rain's cheeks. "Forget him, it's our moment. He can own you after I'm done with you." Dewdrop said, taking the lube from Rain's hand and pouring a lot of it onto his hands. Seeing how a little rough Dewdrop is, Rain smirks."Oh, someone's being real impatient,"

"Of course he is impatient, knowing a pretty cock like yours will ram into his hole." Dewdrop bites his lips and grins.

Dewdrop puts all the lube on his hands, rubbing it all over Rain's cock, and pumps it slowly. His action earns a short gasp, a blissful sigh, and a groan from the water ghoul. All the sounds he makes are so heavenly, shaking the hell inside of Dewdrop.

"Now putting them on– oh fuck, here…" Dewdrop lifts his legs to place Rain's cock right in front of his entrance, using the lubed head to lube his hole. Rain unexpectedly spits on Dewdrop's cock and continues to stroke it lazily. It burns him with lust even more.

"Are you finally letting me do it?" Rain whispers in Dewdrop's ear, making sure he won't accidentally hurt him again.

"Yes, I'll let you do it… Ah, mmm, b-but I will rip your shoulder apart if you're pushing me against the wall or making me feel claustrophobic."

All of sudden Dew screams and bites Rain's shoulder, not as a warning, but to let Rain know that it feels so fucking good. Rain quickly thrust his well-lubed cock into Dew's hole right after he got the fire ghoul's permission.

"I can't fucking wait any longer, ahh, s-sorry," Rain's voice shaking from the pleasure. His hand pressing Dew's back closer to his body, while the other is placed on Dew's thigh.

"Oh fuck, youshould'vewarnedmeyouprettybastard– AH FUCK!" 

Dew bites Rain so hard that he tears apart a tiny flesh of Rain's shoulder, resulting in minor bleeding. The blood running down Rain's slender arms, and oh it pleases his sight. His hole is being brutalized by the prettiest ghoul he has ever seen, and he loves it. He loves it too much, so he decides to land another small bite on Rain's pretty neck.

Rain moans both in pain and pleasure and pushes Dew's back onto his chest to make him stay on his lap. Rain let out a low growl, bites Dew's ear, and lick it thoroughly. A small squeak escapes Dewdrop's mouth, and Rain's lips form a pleasing smile.

"Rain- oh, fuck, fuck me!" Dewdrop looks down only to see how satisfying it is knowing that Rain's veiny cock pumping into his hole endlessly. The skin around it is tightening, and Rain's pelvis is darkening. Dewdrop tilted his head up, his back arching, only to feel Rain's teeth grazing his pierced nipples. Dewdrop's hand takes a handful of Rain's hair, and the water ghoul groans and pulls his nipple piercing a little with his fangs.

"Fuck, fuck, Dew you are– fucking, tight," Rain is panting, his breath becomes heavy. His hips still thrust mercilessly into Dewdrop's tight ass. His eyes are now half-lidded with lust, but he hugs Dewdrop once again.

Dewdrop is still moaning and riding Rain's cock but stops soon when Rain hugs him. 

"Rain? Ahh, Rain? Are you okay?" Dew asks, afraid if he may get too much for Rain. He can feel Rain shaking his head, his thrust becoming softer and slower. What is he doing?

"I'm okay, but are you okay?" Rain asks back.

Dewdrop feels another emptiness sweeps his chest. He's about to blame himself again, but Rain interrupts him by scratching his hair.

"It's okay to be vulnerable, Dew. There's nothing wrong with that." Rain tucks Dewdrop's golden hair behind his ear and kisses his cheeks. "You can't put your guards high every time, you need to let love in. Being loved requires us to be vulnerable around people we trust the most."

Something awakens inside of Dewdrop—and it's not Rain's mighty cock—as he cups Rain's cheek and looks into the water ghoul's eyes. 

Amber meets ocean blue. Hellish rage meets the calmness of the sea. What a great opposite.

"Rain…" Dewdrop coos, and gently kisses Rain's lips. Rain responds by pulling him closer, welcoming Dewdrop into his embrace.

"Being vulnerable is the last thing that I would do, I'd rather kill than be vulnerable. I won't do it, not even in the name of love." Dewdrop kisses Rain's neck, he's actually not sure about what to do at this moment.

Rain lets out a long sigh. "When you're finally trusting me to take care of you like this, does it feel bad? You seem to enjoy my cock a little too much," Rain laughs, "but that's okay. Trusting people isn't that bad. And maybe thrusting into them too, as a bonus."

The smaller ghoul smacks his cheek playfully. "The last time I let myself be vulnerable, my ribs got broken."

"That's painful. Doing it way too rough?"

"The ones who bullied me punched me so hard because I thought I could trust them the first time I met them. I was wrong."

"I'm sorry about that, my spicy stuff…" Rain nuzzles into Dewdrop's hair, "sometimes you're going to meet assholes like them to make you learn to appreciate the ones who really love and respect you."

Dewdrop nods, and once again, Rain is right. He doesn't know that this ghoul, who is younger than him, could be this wise. "Where did you learn all that shit, Rainy? You sound oddly wise?" Dewdrop chuckles. Rain smiles and whispering to Dewdrop's ear, "Learning through observing is enough."

They look into each other's faces again and share a passionate kiss. Dewdrop almost tearing up once again, this moment feels so intimate. He's happy that he is finally being understood and seen by other ghouls besides Aether. Maybe all this time the ghouls are trying to understand him… but because he always puts his guard way too high, they failed.

"Hey Rainy, fuck, you're still inside of me!" Dewdrop distracts himself by laughing and moving his hips on Rain's, and Rain kisses his arms lovingly. "Shall we continue?" Rain asked, his eyes focused on Dew's expression. Dewdrop gives him a good nod and circles his arms around Rain's neck.

They continue to make love like there is no tomorrow and make Dew forget all the pain and rage that he carries all this time for a while.

[starsfic]

Prompt for MK coming to training anxious about something else to the point of it interfering with Wukong’s teaching.

MK eventually just tells the monkey king that he feels so anxious he could puke and doesn’t know what to do and just slumps to the ground, defeated. MK had after all, tried to push past it and not let it affect him to no avail.

Dad wukong supremacy :)

References my fic Portrait Child, at least events mentioned.

"Okay, what's up, kid?"

Today had been an off day ever since Qi Xiaotian had arrived.

Sun Wukong was used to him arriving slightly early and ready to learn. He would get excited about whatever they were doing. Then he would throw his all into training, no matter what it was. (Unless it was chores. Wukong couldn't blame him.)

Xiaotian arrived almost two hours late. Wukong was prepared to chew him out for not giving him a heads up but paused when he saw him.

The young man looked worn out. Dark bags were under his eyes. his hair was full of sand as if he had faceplanted on the beach, and his gaze was distant. "Bud?" Wukong said, hopping off his cloud. He had never seen Xiaotian like this. Several monkeys who had followed Xiaotian up let out worried hoots at him, which confirmed that he had been like this since he arrived. "What's up?" He reached to him-

Xiaotian blinked and started at seeing Wukong. "Oh!" His voice cracked. He seemed to ignore it as he scrambled to his feet. "Hey! Sorry, I'm late! Something came up and..."

Wukong raised a brow. "It's okay," he said. "Ready to get started?" If he said no, they could work on meditation. It would be disappointing to not start the triple kick but hey. That's what the next session was for.

"Yes!" Xiaotian burst to his feet, pulling out the staff, forcing the cheer into his voice. "I'm so ready! Let's go!" Wukong raised a brow but decided to shrug and move on. If it really became an issue, he would stop them.

Which was barely an hour later.

Xiaotian winced at the question. He had just...collapsed like puppet strings had been cut. "I..." His voice cracked again. Finally, he shook his head. "No. I think I'm going to be sick."

Wukong yelped. "Okay!" He pulled out his hair and transformed it into a bucket. He helped him to what could be best described as sitting up and at worst propped against a tree. Xiaotian managed to take the bucket and grip it tight. His gaze was back to being locked into the distance.

He settled next to him, trying to figure out what to do next.

"...Want to talk about it?"

He honestly expected him to say no. Xiaotian, much like him, didn't want others to be burdened by his issues.

Much to his surprise, Xiaotian nodded. "I just...don't know what to do." Wukong settled down next to him, ready to be an open ear. He took another deep breath. "My sister called."

Ah.

Right.

Xiaotian had a sister. Wukong had no idea what had happened to her after the events of Qi Manor. He had a few ideas involving the fact that, at the time, five-year-old Xiaojiao had never been questioned about Mr. and Mrs. Qi's deaths. He never spoke them out loud.

"She wanted to talk." Xiaotian managed a nod. "I agreed because...she's my sister, you know? Even though everything went down I still cared about her." Wukong could understand- he felt the same way about Brother Ox. "She agreed to meet me at a cafe next to Pigsy's and I dunno, everything seemed fine. Then she heard I was still friends with Xiaojiao."

Ah.

"She got mad?"

Xiaotian nodded. "And...and I don't know what to do." He curled up even tighter. "I tried to ignore what she said. She hates Xiaojiao for no reason." She had a reason, to be fair. There was a shuddering breath. "But, she's my sister. She knows me better, right?"

"No." Wukong was half startled by the word. He shook his head and settled behind his successor. Xiaotian allowed him to reach into his hair, pulling out the red bandana before setting to work grooming him. "Trust me. The people who claim to know you best usually know you the least."

There was another shuddering sigh. Then Xiaotian leaned back.

"Thanks."

[masterwords]

concussion

Notes: I am trying to downsize my WIP folder. I was going to try to make this a whole story, but it just isn't there. Still cute and very simple. Morgan has a concussion and he's very very sweet. That's it...somewhere in the ballpark of 820 words. (Hotch/Morgan)

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“Do you even know how gorgeous you are?” Morgan asks, closing his eyes and smiling. His words are slow and languid, they flow one into another so easily and Hotch feels warmth spread in his belly. He doesn't answer. “Seriously. Do I tell you enough? I don't think I tell you enough...”

Morgan has a concussion. He's been on the couch all morning, somewhere between dizzy laughter and deep coma naps. It's been easy enough for Hotch to maneuver around him, fix him food and hide away the television remote and his headphones for the time being. Everything in the apartment is quiet except for the occasional startling admission made while half asleep and drunk on the swirl of a head injury. The hour before, he'd asked Hotch what he thought about the colors in Penelope's apartment...no reason, just a question. By the time Hotch had come up with a diplomatic answer, he'd closed his eyes and was done with it.

With that in mind, Hotch turns himself away and sucks in a shaky little breath, lets a soft smile dance over his lips. He can't help it. He also can't help fumbling with the dishes he's washing and flinching as a fork clatters noisily into the sink.

“Aaron?”

“You're concussed,” he says softly, refusing to turn around and let Morgan know he'd succeeded in making him a little flustered. “Can't trust your eyes.”

Morgan laughs, a deep sound that vibrates through him and hurts his ribs. His eyes lazily trail Hotch through the kitchen, watching as he spreads peanut butter and jelly onto soft pieces of bread and presses the dinosaur shaped cutter into them for fun. Jack isn't even there; he's just injecting some humor into an otherwise bleak situation...it was either stegosaurus sandwiches or think about how near Morgan had been to dying. He chose the dinosaurs.

They're going to eat in bed, that's the deal. Hotch hated food in the bed, but without the crusts of the sandwiches there was less chance of crumbs. He stood and nibbled on the dry crusty bits while Morgan shuffled toward the bedroom, eagerly awaiting his treats. It wasn't really about the food in bed, it was about having enough space that Hotch would sit there with him. He was too good at giving him space when he didn't want it. He'd asked Haley to keep Jack for the weekend, give them some time to nurse Morgan's injuries without a kid jumping on broken ribs, and without having to worry about whether he would get away with convincing them Grape Nuts on ice cream was an appropriate breakfast item again but even still Morgan missed him. Trickery and all. The place was too somber without his laughter.

The thing Hotch refuses to admit is that he was in the car too. Morgan can see it in the way he walks too stiff, too slow like every movement is taxing; he's hurting too. It's not so bad, he insists if Morgan asks, just sore. The issue of his back already being bad after the bomb in New York, after a multitude of reckless endeavors is quickly cut short. Can I get you anything? He'll ask, changing the subject.

Before getting into the bed, Morgan slips over to the dresser for Hotch's heating pad. He plugs it in and sets it in Hotch's spot, maybe a little too close to him, and turns on the heated blanket. He can get it from both sides, and he won't be so inclined to get back up, it's like an insurance policy. The book on Hotch's nightstand finds its way to his pillow, a silent invitation. By the time Hotch comes into the bedroom with two plates of the dinosaur shaped sandwiches and a bowl of purple grapes that look like shimmering jewels, he sees the trap that's been laid and sighs.

“Derek...”

“Please?”

He doesn't have a counter for this kind of warfare. Hotch sets the plates down on their nightstands and kicks out of his jeans, he hates sitting in the bed in them. In nothing but a polo and boxer shorts, he slips under the blankets and his body instantly relaxes into the warmth. His back had been screaming at him all morning, and he'd done a fine job of ignoring it until now...until his muscles lay against the gentle heat and he all but melts into it. Morgan isn't hungry, not right now, though the sandwich does look adorable. Instead of eating, he slips over to him and rests his head on Hotch's thigh happily. With a smirk, Hotch raises his book up and rests his arm on the back of Morgan's shoulder, gets himself comfortable and forgets lunch.

He won't admit it out loud, but he's glad to be resting, too. A nap doesn't sound terrible to him.

“You know, it should hurt my feelings that you want me to read my boring book to put you to sleep...”

“Just want to hear your voice...” Morgan says, playing sweet and coy. He smiles and kisses Hotch's thigh. “Love your voice.”

“Yeah, right.”

[captain-yeet]

Rhythm of the Night (Felix Volturi x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You weren't much of a nightclub girl. After some prodding by your friends, you gave in and decided to give it a shot. At the same time, a vampire had chosen the club you're at as his hunting grounds for the night...

Word count: 2.4k words.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes, harrassment, Felix is a h0rny bastard, y'all beware

Author note: I guess I’m back? And with shameless sorta smutty Felix content to boot? Can’t say I’m surprised at myself - the thirst for this man is endless. Anyway, enjoy! I’m back to supply with more hot Volturi guard content.

Loud, blaring music? Check.

Standing awkwardly with a drink in your hand? Check.

Two out of three of your friends ditching you in this too-big-for-it's-own-good club? Double check.

You'd had a long week. Your job was driving you nuts, and things were getting on top of you in a bad way. After visiting you and seeing you curled up on the couch with a distant look in your eyes, your friends had dragged you into your bedroom, gotten you looking like a full snack and dragged your ass to a nightclub.

A nightclub, you mentally sighed, the lights flashing distracting you. It HAD to be a nightclub. I better not regret this.

"Come on, Y/N, loosen up!" Your friend next to you whined, a playful grin on their face.

"I've never been to one of these places before," you admitted loudly, your voice barely audible even with shouting.

Shaking their head, your remaining friend laughed. "Come, trust me."

Taking the drink from your clammy hand and setting it aside on a random surface, they pulled you into the fray of people dancing. A new song had begun and the excited cheers of the crowd were almost as loud as the song itself.

Leaning in, you heard your friend say, "Just follow my lead and have fun your way!"

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, and began swaying to the music along with your friend.

Entering the human infested club, Felix groaned internally. Demetri, because of course he would, suggested that he try and find a meal at the nearest nightclub in their vicinity.

"Lots of humans, especially ones who expect to have a fun night out!" Demetri had said casually, "just use your charm and lure one out."

Some days, I really do hate that man, Felix grumbled internally as the humid air and the scent of drunk people hit his face as he neared the sea of dancers. Scanning the faces and the scents of the crowd, he searched for his meal.

Demetri wasn't wrong; one of the best places to hunt were in fact nightclubs, along with dingy alleys in busy cities, hiking trails... and if you were desperate enough even regular old bars in cozy towns.

He wasn't desperate enough to risk his neck picking off a local from a bar. Too many people who know each other personally in bars. Nightclubs will do for the night.

Felix zeroed in on a potential victim; a random young man dancing with a girl and another man suggestively in the fray. He had no issue turning on his charm for the same sex - at the end of the day, they're all the same. All food.

A focused look on his face, he began to approach the man.

Midway through navigating the dancing humans, his hunt was interrupted by a body being shoved into him and a loud yell of "I said don't fucking touch me!"

Blinking, Felix's dark eyes darted from the person who was shoved into him and the one who shoved said person. A woman stood in front of him, glaring at their assailant with a mix of fury and fear rolled into one unfocused stare.

"... Just a friendly touch bitch, geez." the assailant grumbled, inaudible to human ears, but Felix just managed to catch it.

The woman's eyes shifted up to him. The wind felt like it'd been knocked out of him both by her scent as he paid more attention to her, and her mere presence itself. It was captivating, alluring even. Like a lasso had been thrown over him and was tugging him forward towards her.

She was captivating.

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You found yourself staring at the absurdly tall man in front of you like an idiot. Out of all the times you had to find yourself stunned speechless by how handsome someone was, your subconscious picked a brilliant time to do so.

Handsome was an understatement, you thought hazily.

Almost forgetting the man who had put his hands on you without your consent, you shook your head and backed away quickly. Don't be creepy, don't be creepy, don't be creepy by staring at the hot guy, you chanted internally.

Pushing through the crowd again, you searched for any of your friend's faces. Tonight was taking a weird turn and you just wanted to forget the weird shit.

After what felt like a millennia, your anxiety fueled by the bone rattling bass of the music that vibrated through your body and the club itself, you found the friend that stood with you when the others had ditched.

They took one look at your expression and a look of concern lit their eyes. "You okay?" they mouthed, gently reaching out and rubbing your shoulder reassuringly.

Nodding shakily, you gave a weak smile. "Got lost," you mouthed back.

Half an hour later and with a bit of booze in your system, you finally let loose. You were still upset about the guy touching you but you pushed it to the back of your mind for now; this would be the first and last time you go clubbing, you thought.

Dancing with your friend, you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the rhythm of the song that was playing, giggling all the way.

"Hey, Y/N!" You heard your friend call. Opening your eyes, they motioned off to the side with a devilish grin. "You've got an admirer!"

Following her gaze, you searched until you spotted who they were talking about, and promptly felt the blood in your cheeks boil from more than just being tipsy.

It was the insanely tall hot guy from earlier.

And he was looking directly at you.

"Aw man, what do I doooooo?" You whined loudly, desperately looking at your friend for help.

"What do you mean?" they replied, laughing.

You leaned in closer so they could hear you better. "He's too pretty for me," you hissed. You quickly sneaked another glance at him and... he was laughing?

Oh god is my mere appearance that funny? You thought to yourself.

"Why don't you go find out?" Your friend whispered back, giggling. “Or better yet, let’s tease him!”

Go find out? Are they mad? What if he rejects me and I have to live with being rejected by a ethereal-looking hot person? What if they don't?

Wait, tease how-?

Your friend suddenly grabbed your hips and the dance turned very sexual in nature. Catching along to their plan, you grinned, albeit a little manically due to pure anxiety, and matched your friend’s suggestiveness.

 “Oh yeah, it’s working,” they whispered in your ear. “Look.”

Turning your body away from your friend to allow them to grind behind you as your hips swayed in sync to the rhythm of the song playing, you felt very satisfied when you saw the handsome man staring straight at you like a rabbit in headlights.

Damn, it worked!

At your smug grin, the man straightened up out of his daze with a dark look in his eyes.

 “I think he wants youuuuu,” your friend cooed in your ear.

To hit the final nail in your coffin, he lifted one of his hands palm up, curling four fingers with a smirk on his face. He was calling you over.

Your heart leaped out of your chest. This is fine.

Taking a deep breath and deciding "Fuck it", you made your way over to the ridiculously tall hot man, not before finishing a shot your friend had placed in your hand from who-knows-where. You silently thanked them for the extra liquid courage. Weaving through the crowd, you tried to steady your ever-growing nerves as you got closer to the mysterious stranger.

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“What do I dooooo?” the pretty young lady whined to her friend, prompting her friend to ask her why. “He’s too pretty for me,” she hissed, barely audible over the bass of the music.

Felix laughed obnoxiously at her distress. The sight of her pretty eyes going wide when he beckoned her to him was one thing, but “He’s too pretty for me” sent him off the edge into a fit of amused almost-hysterical laughter.

Get a handle on yourself, he chided himself. Quickly as he lost his composure he regained it, waiting for the human’s decision, a little smidge of anxiety rising in his chest. What if she decides not to come over? Then my chances with the little human are blown.

The thought made his mind short-circuit. I referred to her as if she was mine...

There wasn’t time to ponder it further thought; as his train of thought refocused on his surroundings as she did something very unexpected.

Her friend whispered something into her ear and before he knew it he was watching her dance very suggestively in front of him. They teamed up to taunt him.

And it was working. Felix almost completely forgot about his thirst for blood as pure lust took over his senses. Oh she’s going to be the death of me, he groaned internally, his eyes trained on every motion her body made. Felix’s thoughts quickly and shameless went into the gutter as he began picturing how’d she feel dancing like that against him... and on his lap... and also what he’d do in retaliation to the teasing.

Her friend whispered something else into her ear, the snake to his sweet Eve in the garden, and they both turned to look at him. Backing away from her friend, the woman took a deep breath and he could hear her growl the words “Fuck it,” downing a shot handed to her by her friend before beginning to stride over toward him.

Standing up a little straighter, he tried to turn off the very dirty thoughts running laps in his mind as she came closer. He wanted this to succeed, after all. A small polite smile crept onto his face as the pretty lady appeared before him.

 “Hi,” she greeted him wearing a nervous smile, a different persona standing before him from the seductress that taunted him on the dancefloor.

Felix grinned, turning on the full power of his charm on the helpless girl. “I uh, couldn’t help but recognize you from earlier, how are you feeling after that earlier incident?”

She froze at the pet name, then her pretty eyes narrowed as she was trying to recall the events in her drunken state. When it clicked they widened. “Right! Yeah... that wasn’t very fun.” Pausing a moment, she stared at Felix’s chest, shyly refusing to meet his gaze. “Thank you for stepping in. Really, I appreciate it.”

This poor sweet thing, Felix thought to himself, completely enamored. She goes from being loud and unaware of how loud she’s being with her friend to shy and bashful trying to talk to me.

 “Make a move, idiota,” Demetri’s voice chimed in, putting extra emphasis on the last mocking word; where exactly he was Felix had no idea, but, with his old friend taunting him from the shadows, he decided it was now or never.

 Felix ducked down and leaned in closer to Y/N’s face, speaking clearly in her ear. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” 

Y/N’s heart hammered away frantically even before he finished asking; most likely due to how close he now was to her, Felix concluded, but he’d like to think it was also due to some level of mutual attraction. 

He hoped, anyway.

 “It’s Y/N,” she answered, subconsciously turning her head a little toward Felix’s face.

 “Well Y/N, it was my pleasure to keep creepy assholes off you.”

Oh dear lord why did I say it like that? He chided himself internally, cringing after the sentence left his mouth. I might as well have said “thanks for being harassed, sexy.”

Over the heavy bass of the club’s music, Demetri’s cackling laughter further teased Felix.

To his surprise - and safe to say Demetri’s, from wherever he was lurking and watching this unfold - Y/N giggled, the melodic sound growing in volume till it became an obnoxious booming laugh of her own. Pulling back to stand at his full height again, Felix looked at Y/N like she’d grown two heads.

 “Well, please feel free to keep more creeps away from me in the future,” she said casually, like Felix hadn’t said something awkward. “Mind telling me your name?”

Blinking a couple times just to compose himself - and keep up the “human” appearance - he grinned back at her. “Felix.”

Y/N matched Felix’s grin with one of her own, and from that moment Felix knew he was hooked on her. He was so absorbed by her smile that he didn’t notice her pulling out her phone. 

 “Gimme your phone,” she commanded, a playful glint in her eyes. “and make sure it’s unlocked.”

Curious at what this strange woman would do next, Felix reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it as she commanded. He held out his phone and she took it from his hand, a small shocked gasp leaving her lips as her warm skin made contact with his icy skin.

 “May I ask what you’re doing?” he asked, cocking his head a little to the side as he watched her fingers tap away on the phone screen.

 “Going through your nudes,” she commented in a monotone voice, her full drunken concentration solely on his phone. 

 “Is that so?” he chuckled dryly, raising his eyebrows at the crassness. 

She looked up once, with a small smirk, and then with a final tap to the phone screen, handed his phone back to him. “Normally I don’t do this but I like you, and I just put my number in your phone.”

She said it so casually, but her heart steadily hammering away in the same, frantic pace it was when he leaned in earlier was a giveaway to Felix that Y/N was nervous.

She’s... giving me her number. Wow.

Amazed and elated, Felix’s grin could have cracked his face with how wide he was smiling. “I’ll be in touch for sure, Y/N,” he replied, enjoying his her name felt leaving his mouth.

With a playful smile and a blush growing steadily on her cheeks, Y/N backed away from Felix in the direction of her friend. “I’ll see you around then!” she called out over the music, biting her lip in an attempt to keep from smiling so hard. 

In that moment, Felix could care less about how much of a dumb ass he felt like earlier for his blunder of a pick up line, his still budding thirst or his friend’s smug comment of “Well played,” faintly reaching his ears. He’d endure the torment from Demetri’s teasing later. 

Right now, he was staring at a drunken angel that would be his entire future, and she was none the wiser tot he fact that with by some liquid courage she had stolen this centuries-old man’s heart in it’s entirety.

[xoluvx]

betty; p.parker

» pairing: peter parker x reader » song: betty » word count: 1.9K

There was a flutter in Peter's heart as he watched you from behind his locker. He was pretending to dig for something, but his head peeked from behind the door watching you enter the school. The glow of senior year oozed off you and the never-ending giggles of your friends wrapped around you like a safety blanket. Your bag hung on one of your arms as the other linked with an arm of one of your friends.

Peter's heart thumped as you approached his locker. Usually, you would come up to him, peck his cheek, tell him how much you missed him, and celebrate the fact you were finally seniors in high school. But that wasn't the case. You walked right past him as if he were invisible.

He followed you down the hall with his eyes, the chatter among your friends grew softer as you disappeared in the crowd of freshmen rushing to find their classrooms. His eyes were on you when you briefly turned your head finding his eyes. Embarrassed, you turned quickly. But his eyes were still on you until he lost you in the crowd.

Shutting his locker, Peter sighed.

"Hey," Ned's voice rang in the hallway as he hurried to Peter.

Peter greeted Ned, as they walked side by side towards their first period. "Are you going to her party?" Ned asked glancing at Peter. He knew it was a sensitive topic, one he hadn't disclosed all the details about yet.

"She hates me," Peter responded shrugging his shoulders digging his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"What happened with Gwen anyway?" Ned asked bluntly. He was tired of being left in the dark, of tiptoeing around the issue and tired of his best friend ditching him for most of the summer.

Peter turned to look at Ned with a blank look, flashbacks of summer invading his mind.

"Do you need a ride?" The voice startled Peter. He'd heard the car coming, but he hadn't turned to see who was approaching him. When the car stopped next to him, he recognized the girl. She had been in one of his classes, but they'd never spoken before.

"Oh no, thank you." Peter shook his head politely. He was carrying his skateboard, a wheel was busted so he was left to walk the rest of the way home.

"It's not a problem, I have nowhere to be." She added smiling at him, lifting her sunglasses, Peter made eye contact. Her eyes were friendly, lips curling into an inviting smile. "I don't bite," she added unlocking her car.

Peter gulped but approached her car. If he walked, it would take him another half hour. Why not?

"Peter, right?" she said. It was then Peter realized she was chewing gum, she blew a bubble take popped as she brought her sunglasses down. Peter nodded.

"Gwen. We had English together," she mentioned driving down the road. "Why are you out here all alone?" she asked casually keeping her eyes on the road.

Peter shifted in his seat, his skateboard awkwardly between his legs. "I was at my friend Ned's house," He said looking at her briefly. "But my skateboard broke-" he continued talking looking down at the skateboard with the missing wheel.

"You know how to fix it?" she asked.

"I think I have to get it fixed," he confessed. Or maybe Ned could help, but that would require transportation that he didn't have.

"I can take you," she offered and Peter's eyes widen a bit. He was confused by her generosity. He barely knew this girl.

"I have to get home. My aunt is waiting for me." It was true. Aunt May didn't play when it came to dinner. Even though the sun was still out, he had to be home for dinner in less than an hour.

"Tomorrow," she shrugged nonchalantly glancing at Peter as they stopped at a red light. Peter's eyes scanned her face, her round features, and her long lashes. The gum expanded once again in a small bubble.

"Sure. Okay," Peter smiled as he gave her directions towards his house.

Peter should've known then. He should've known how things would end, but he was too gullible and he missed you too much. You'd taken the camp counselor job and though you would only be gone for five weeks, they felt like the longest five weeks. Gwen was filling that void.

Gwen's company made the days slightly more bearable. It was innocent. It started that way at least.

"I saw them at the arcade together," Inez's voice was becoming staticky. Your thoughts fogged as you heard what she was saying. "I wanted to call as soon as I saw, but you were at camp." She frowned, it was ingenuine though. Like she was living for the hurt expression on your face.

She went in for a hug, but you moved out of her way leaving the mall. You weren't going to entertain this. Is that why Peter wasn't there like he said he would? At your doorstep waiting for you to come back from camp?

You could feel the tears forming as you approached your car. Fumbling with the door you finally pulled it open sliding into the driver's seat slamming the door, gripping the steering wheel as you let the tears flow. Your chest felt tight.

This had to be the worst welcome home ever.

"Hey," Ned waved and you turned in his direction. He was waving at you with a friendly smile. Peter was next to him looking like a lost puppy. You faked a smile and waved, ignoring Peter, before you got pulled away by your friends to your table in the cafeteria.

"Are you going to talk to him?" one of your friends, Alice, asked drinking from her juice box. Another cut in and it was all too much for you to process. They knew as much as Inez had told you, and they knew you hadn't spoken to Peter since you left for camp.

"I think you should talk to him," Abigail added with a concerned expression.

"No, don't. He's not worth it. Remember how he didn't even come and rescue you when Jack refused to take no for an answer at the dance?" Rebecca retaliated.

You remembered clearly. You'd just started dating. Peter was still shy. It wasn't a big deal. You weren't even expecting Peter to come to the dance and you wouldn't have known that he was there unless Inez made it a point to tell you later that night as you walked towards the parking lot.

"We've already gone over that, it wasn't a big deal." You reasoned still on Peter's side. Because that was the thing, even if Peter had betrayed your trust, you felt like you'd always be on team Peter.

Glancing at his table, you saw him talking with Ned and you wished you could just go up there and forget everything ever happened press reset, and start senior year how you'd been planning with Peter.

"What if he shows up at your party?" Rebecca asked and you snapped back to your table. Shrugging you poked at your veggies before pushing your tray away. You weren't hungry.

The week went by in a flash, but each day felt longer than the previous. You wrapped your cardigan tightly around your body as you got out of bed. It was Saturday, in a few hours crowds of people would be in your backyard celebrating the start of the last year of high school.

But you were too caught up on Peter.

The sound of a text notification caught your attention.

Can we talk? - Ned

That was weird. Ned wasn't usually one to text you. Peter was always there as the middle man. You were curious.

What's up? You typed waiting for his text in anticipation. Your phone rang and you caught your breath. You were expecting him to continue texting.

"Hello?" you asked cautiously.

"Don't hang up, please. I need to talk to you. You need to hear me out, please-" it was Peter. His voice filled your body with warmth until you remembered.

"Peter," your voice cracked. What could you say to him? Nothing, you were about to hang up when you heard his voice again.

"Don't hang up. I was stupid. I missed you and Gwen was there, and I know that's not an excuse for what I did but I never stopped thinking of you-" he was out of breath speaking quickly.

You felt your heart tighten, the familiar feeling of tears forming in your eyes took over.

"I'm sorry, Peter." You hung up. You couldn't deal with this. Not when Abigail and Rebecca were on their way. Wiping the tears, you discarded the cardigan on your bed. The one he'd bought for you last Christmas.

-

"Are you having fun?" Abigail asked squeezing your hand lightly. She was speaking over the loud music, her nose close to your ear. Nodding, you feigned a smile before looking into the crowd. No Peter.

"I'll be back," you motioned towards your house letting her know you needed to grab something.

But in reality, you needed some space. You'd been looking forward to this day. Towards your last year of high school, but plans changed. Sighing you sat on your porch. You could still hear the music and though the party was in your backyard, you needed a breath of air that wasn't congested by teens.

Swinging on the porch swing, you leaned your head back looking at the silent street. That's when you saw a figure. One hand deep in the pockets of his jeans, a skateboard in the other. It was Peter.

"Hi," his voice echoed drowning out the music. Your heart skipped a beat and you straightened up on the porch swing. You planted your hands on either side of you grounding you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked carefully getting off the swing.

"Just listen to me please," he said climbing up the three steps of your porch. "I messed up, I know I did." He looked at you with sad eyes placing his skateboard down. "It meant nothing to me. Gwen was a distraction. One that ruined the best thing that's happened to me," he was sincere with his words. His tone was gentle as he stepped forward.

"I thought becoming an Avenger was the best thing that happened to you," you joked folding your arms. That got a small chuckle out of Peter.

"That's a close second," he joked back, this time it was your turn to laugh softly. You were falling back into your comfortable state. One where only you and Peter existed.

"I can't ask you to forget what happened-" he was stepping closer. "-but please forgive me, I will do anything." He reached for your hands, your fingers intertwining easily.

"Anything?" you asked, your voice cracking.

Peter squeezed your hands nodding.

"Kiss me," you whispered pulling Peter closer with your hands still tangled together. A goofy smile spread across Peter's face and he happily closed the gap between your bodies.

He let go of your hands so he could cup your face. Yours instantly wrapped around his torso.

"I missed you," he whispered against your lips, your noses touching.

Smiling you kissed him again. The fabric of his soft lightweight sweater felt right under your fingertips. You could smell his fabric softener and shampoo.

It felt like home.

folklore masterlist

[kakashiswilloffire]

Congratulations on a 100! Can I request a female reader and a scenario where Kakashi discovers in a very shocking way that his s/o is pregnant? Please don't mind not writing if it bothers you. Stay hydrated and have a nice day regardless!🌸

thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy!!

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A Kunoichi's Suprise

ao3

words: 1.9k

kakashi x fem!reader, fluff, reader is pregnant

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“I do hate to do this to you, but you’re the best choice. There’s not an Inuzuka available who has the security clearance necessary, which makes you the only ninken-user I can assign this to.”

Kakashi nodded and shrugged, brushing off the unspoken apology. “I understand, it’s no issue.”

Tsunade pursed her lips into a thin line, nodding solemnly. “If it wasn’t so time-sensitive, I’d put someone else on it, I swear.” She tucked a loose strand of her silvery blond hair behind her ear and shuffled the papers on her desk, bringing a personnel file to the top. “And to accompany you… Again, I’m really sorry, but she’s the only one who makes sense. She was in the area most recently out of all available jonin and her weapons expertise makes her the best candidate to accompany you.”

His eyebrows dipped together in mild confusion. He would have requested this partner if she hadn’t been assigned—he agreed fully that they would make the best team for this recovery mission. Shaking it off, he nodded again. “Sounds great, Lady Fifth. Anything else?”

Tsunade let out a breath she had been half holding and leaned back in her chair. Tonton gave a relieved squeak and Shizune pulled her closer to her chest. The Hokage dragged her hands across her eyes, then leaned forward on her elbows.

“Glad you’re taking this so well. I thought you’d at least argue about your fiancé going with you, if not objecting to being sent on a mission right now at all.”

Kakashi jerked his head backwards and to the side, scanning over the Sannin with his single vibrant, gray eye. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I like to argue with superiors, Tsunade-sama. That’s really more Naruto’s thing.” She snorted, and he took it as a good sign. “When would you like us to head out? Thirty minutes?”

Immediately, Tsunade shot him down. “She needs a medic to look her over before she can go into the field. I’m happy to do it myself. Her training with her team ends at noon, right?” She glanced at the clock, then gestured to Shizune. “Send Kotetsu or Izumo to pull her, we can’t wait that long.” With a quick nod, she ducked out of the room. “Meanwhile, you can go pack bags for you both. Be sure to grab her med pack, I’ll probably need to give her a bonus prescription or two for the journey.”

At this point, Kakahi’s confusion could no longer be dismissed. Why would his fiancé need extra medication for a mission? He had just seen you when you left to meet your team of genin, and you hadn’t mentioned anything. Maybe the stomach bug you had had a few weeks ago had been worse than you let on?

“Sorry, prescriptions? Are we facing potential poisoning?” He tried, looking for an explanation.

Tsunade shook her head firmly. “Anything is possible, but I’m not concerned about it.” She ran her hand backward through her hair, shaking it gently toward the ends and letting it fall out of the way. “More concerned with making sure she’s getting the correct nutrients. I’ve been working on the nutritional value of shinobi rations, but it’s hard to find something that’s shelf stable, lightweight, and compact without just being food pills.”

Kakashi agreed, a debate he had heard on nearly every long term mission. “So you’ll give us both supplements, fair. Should we do my physical now while we wait on my fiancé to arrive?” He relished the words in his mouth, the phrase “my fiancé” almost a dream to him, even still.

She gave a bemused chuckle, glancing the scarecrow of a man up and down. “Why, you have some kind of boo-boo you need me to kiss?” Tsunade returned to the paperwork on her desk, shuffling it again and pulling the shinobi copy of the mission details file out, holding it out to him. “I trust you to get whatever nutrients you need after all these years of life, Bakashi,” she teased.

He didn’t move to take the file. “What’s going on?” he demanded, as respectfully as absolutely necessary. “What’s going on that she needs a medical check and extra medication to travel on a mission? Why did you think I would object to being paired with her? It’s not our first mission together, not even since we got engaged. What am I forgetting?”

Tsunade didn’t react to his interrogation, continuing to organize paperwork and leaning down to pull open a drawer in her desk, sliding his and your personnel files inside. “The fetus, maybe?” She offered, waving a hand like it was obvious.

The what?

For a moment, Tsunade could almost hear the cogs grinding in the shinobi’s head. You passing him every drink that had been pushed on you in the last few weeks, the stomach bug that he had never caught, and the uptick in morning meetings you had.

Then the cogs were brought to a halt, and the whole world froze. The blood running through his body was ice cold, and he felt his fingertips and forehead tingling. Were you really pregnant?

Was he, Kami forbid, going to be a father?

Tsunade swore, knowing she shouldn’t have said anything violating medical confidentiality, but with the pregnancy already being in the second trimester, she had no idea that you hadn’t told Kakashi yet. “Listen, Kakashi… just sit down, okay?” She looked around, swearing again at the reminder that this damn office had no chairs outside of the one she occupied.

She jumped up, crossing over to Kakashi and pushing him forward into the chair behind the desk. “Breathe, Kakashi, come on.” She shook him gently, then lightly slapped his cheek. “Come on, soldier. You’re Kakashi of the Sharingan, master of a thousand jutsu, pull it together.”

He flatly refused.

The door to the Hokage’s office opened, Shizune and Tonton leading you in. You took a moment to take in the scene of your fiancé hyperventilating behind the desk, the Hokage herself swearing and trying to get him to make eye contact and pull air into his lungs. Then he saw you, and he paused, fear in his eyes.

“Is it true—I mean, are you—love, are you pregnant?” He choked out.

Your hand flew to your mouth as if to put the secret back inside. You knew you’d have to tell him eventually, but you had wanted the moment to be right and he had been so busy with his missions lately. He didn’t know it yet, but you had rented a room at a nearby onsen for next weekend, making sure to get a room with a private bath and windows high enough that no onlookers could see inside so that he could comfortably remove his mask. That would’ve been the way you preferred he find out, when rather than dessert, you slid the sonogram across the table after dinner. Instead, you nodded.

“Yes, my love,” you whispered. “I’m pregnant.” Instinctively, your hand rested over the part of your stomach that had begun showing this last week.

He seemed to melt into chair. “Kami… we’re going to be parents?”

You nodded, a small laugh breaking from your chest. “Yes, Kakashi, that’s the plan.”

Slowly, he gathered himself, standing up and delicately walking around the desk to the doorway where you remained. “I… You want this?” He sniffed hard, blinking twice and taking your hands. “You want to raise a child with me? This child?”

You tilted your head to the side, feeling hot tears sting your eyes. You knew he had issues with his self worth, and that would be something you would focus on for the next few months so he’d be ready for your child.

“Of course, ‘Kashi. There’s no one I trust more, no one I think would make a better father. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else, and I’m thrilled that I get to do it with you.”

His wiry frame jolted as though he’d been shocked, and the threw himself into your arms, allowing his fears and shock to leave him through tears. Tsunade and Shizune averted their eyes, doing what they could to preserve your privacy. Tonton oinked in solidarity. After a couple of moments, he stood again, wiping dry the parts of his face not covered by salty, wet fabric. He then hooked a finger into the mask at the side of his nose, yanked it down, and brought you into a deep kiss, warm hands wrapping around you and pulling you close.

After the surprise, you let yourself dissolve into him, allowing yourself to be swept into his emotional display. He pulled his face back after a few beats and beamed, smiling as widely as you could remember seeing him grin. Then his mouth was back on yours, this time for just a second, then a firm kiss to your forehead before he secured the mask again. Turning to face the Hokage, he wrapped his arm around your back and held you close.

“Tsunade-sama, all due respect, can Pakkun handle this? I’ll send him with anyone you’d like. Naruto, even, I don’t think he’s doing anything tonight. I can send the whole pack. I can brief Gai, or Tenzo, anyone? And if you need a weapons expert, I’m sure Tenten is more than qualified.” You giggled, watching your fiancé ramble to the leader of the village. “It’s just, I’m going to be a father, and she’s pregnant with our child, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t think we’re going on any missions for the next, say, 18 years? Well, maybe some D ranks. We’ll see.”

As Tsunade opened her mouth, he cut her off with a pointed, “How’s the progress on the Konoha Orphanage coming along? They prepared for one more? Cause I’m not letting anything happen to either of us, for this child’s sake.”

Tsunade glared, but was startled out of the shouting match she was gearing up for by Shizune chuckling. Betrayed, she turned to her companion.

“I mean, this is the reaction you anticipated him having, Lady Fifth,” she giggled.

She slammed a fist on the desk, although with an intense amount of restraint given that the surface was not even dented. Finally, she looked up with a glint in her eye.

“I think Hana Inuzuka gets back this evening. I can give her twelve hours to rest and then she and Tenten, along with Gai, can probably handle it. This time.”

Kakashi was already on his way out the door, pulling you behind him in a firmly clasped hand, before she had finished. He called out a thanks over your shoulder as you left. Together, you giggled as you entered the streets of Konoha.

Your fiancé spun in circles, laughing freely and spreading his arms out. “We’re starting a family!” he shouted to the sky. You knew you would both continue to take missions with this child, and that was a conversation for another time. For now, though, you were content to spend eternity watching the love of your life giddily relish in this moment.

[thunderheadfred]

🤚Shigaraki HC's🤚

Part 1 of my Shigaraki Thesis HCs. The Second Worst: 1 - 2

This was rough because even though Shigaraki is one of my favorite characters of all time, I have nothing sexy to say about him canonically.

that's a lie, i'm lying. i had to break this post into parts, that's how much of a liar liar pants on fire i am

Warnings for quite possibly everything. Minors do not interact.

- - - - -

Okay first of all:

You know it. I know it. We all know it. This man is not boyfriend material. He disintegrates boyfriend material for fun.

You don’t want to date this man.

Frankly, you can’t date this man.

Seriously. Run.

If you’re a villain, you’re his underling. Maybe, if you squint, you’re kind of like his... um... least-hated workplace associate. What do you want, a trophy?

If you’re a hero, good luck not dying horribly. Maybe you’d make a cute hostage. Hope you can escape cuz he is NOT letting you out alive.

If you’re a civilian, perhaps that’s the best case scenario. He stalks you a little before he becomes infamous. You go on the worst date of your life but luckily you don't tell him where you live. Later you see him on the news standing in a pile of rubble and you just think, “ohhhhhhh.”

If he somehow, impossibly, against all odds, manages to develop a single affectionate feeling toward you, AFO is going to hunt you down for sport. You are NOT getting in the way of world domination. Again, good luck with that.

If somehow you managed to clear all those hurdles and kiss Shigaraki Tomura square on the lips, I can see one of two things happening.

1) You’re his body pillow now. Goodbye sunlight. You live in his room. He doesn’t have to chain you to the bed, because you know escape is pointless. Congratulations, the end is nigh.

2) Total mind break. At the first sign of genuine human affection, his trauma vault is instantly unlocked. Memories come rushing in, his quirk goes nuts. There’s like a 99.9% chance he’ll accidentally kill you and it will destroy his soul forever. But let’s say you’re the lucky 0.01% - then it’s time to fuck off together to a foreign country. He’s terrified, traumatized, and possibly broken beyond repair, but I guess he’s not a villain anymore? Have fun nursing him back to... semi-sanity.

Moral of the story: you’re better off getting hit with a quirk that takes you to an alternate universe where the worst thing Shimura Tenko ever did was throw a Playstation controller at his sister’s head. He’s an aspiring video game journalist with zero charisma and severe self-image issues. He has no earthly idea how hot he is. Please, for the love of God, fall for that guy instead.

haha just kidding

join me in hell, fellow Shigaraki fuckers:

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Scenario the first:

so apparently you enjoy living in a cage?

Listen. He does not smell right. He doesn’t need to bathe much because his skin is constantly annihilating itself. So he’s not exactly dirty, but every instinct in your body is screaming in confusion, unsure if he’s alive or dead.

Breath of the damned. Sweet as moldy lemons. Whatever he eats just... rots. He doesn't produce enough spit.

He will kiss you very deeply. Until you choke. Forget the cold, chapped lips because they're the least of your problems. He's got those skeleton hands caging your face and you're trapped against a wall and his gigantic biting teeth are prying you open. He licks inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your soul. He'll probably succeed.

His hair is exactly as soft as it looks. Too bad you'll never get to touch it.

He’s either got no sexual impulses at all and will laugh at you for trying, or he’s a full-on incel. I don’t know which one. I don’t want to find out. Apparently you do, and I salute your resolve.

You will be lucky if Shigaraki treats you like a pet. He loves his Nintendo DS more than you.

Consent is not applicable. You showed interest in him once, now you're his plaything forever. There's a power imbalance between you so wide you could chuck a planet in there.

Safewords? lol

Doesn't want to break you, because what would be the point? He's already broken enough things. He wants to keep you around for a good long while. He'll take good, good care of you.

Unless you disobey.

Obsessed with making you cum whether you want to or not. Yes, this IS a high score thing. It's just so flattering. Say hello, orgasm torture. Was that another one? Aww. You barely moved. Oh, what's that? You're begging him to stop? Haha. He won't.

Don't cry. He'll drink your tears.

He'll touch you everywhere with bare fingers. Slow, feather-light strokes, like some kind of demented ASMR artist. This is not a trust exercise. He knows exactly how much it terrifies you.

Oh yeah. You're getting finger FUCKED. Do you fantasize about having a loaded gun shoved inside you? Same difference.

Will eat you out like nothing else, but not in bed. That's the kind of shit he does on a boardroom table where anybody could walk in and see you writhing. Spreads you WIDE open and sucks on you. Makes out with your asshole. The whole nine yards. It's wet and loud and nasty.

Only time you're out of his sight (and not locked in your room) is when he shoves a remote control vibrator where the sun doesn't shine. Operates it through an app while he calls you and jerks off. Wants to make your knees fail on a crowded train.

Come here. You get to sit on his lap like a dog. Four fingers on your throat, dick hard under your ass. He'll dry hump you in front of God, the Devil, and everyone else.

If he's playing video games, you're cock-warming. He does not care which hole. He won't even look at you.

He might get hard but he does not get naked. You do not know Shigaraki Tomura on a personal level. You have only the vaguest idea what his dick looks like. It feels long and thin, almost sharp. Maybe he's actually been fucking you with an ice pick this whole time. His hip bones dig into you and bruise. He likes to kiss and bite the marks he leaves.

He mocks you for being so fucking pathetic. Have you always been a such a needy slut or is he really that special? What is wrong with you? Even he thinks you're crazy.

Shigaraki won't kill you, but All For One will.

- - - - -

The Second Worst Scenario:

The half-mad ghost of Shimura Tenko is in love with you, and your life is about to become a tragic wreck.

(this half of the post went completely off the rails and turned into like... a whole-ass Victorian Novel)

[thebigqueer]

After hearing about how Nico was treated on the Argo II, I wonder how Will feels about/ interacts with the seven. I like to imagine them all being friends bc it's more fun, but I also don't think William "nobody hits my boyfriend" Solace would take kindly to people who treated Nico like dogshit

Okay, THIS.

I think the way that Will feels about the seven is kind of dependent on how Nico feels about them.

I mean, I think Will and Annabeth were pretty good friends for a while, but when he realizes how even she was pretty rude to Nico, he feels a little indifferent to her. Still sees her as a friend, but hates how she kind of gave two faces to two different people.

But I think to really get down to how Will feels about them, it’s important to analyze how Nico probably thought about them after the quest was done and over with.

I have no doubt that he felt really upset by the way he was treated and felt like an outcast. And for a while after the summer he returns to camp, he’s probably still angry about it, too. And he has absolutely every right to be.

But I think as time progresses for the next few months following the battle at Camp Half Blood in BoO, Nico’s main goal is to focus on himself and to just breathe and let go. He’s held things in for too long. It’s time to release and grow.

He’s still upset about it. But he learns to let go. Not necessarily forgive, but just relieve it from his conscience. It helps him a lot in the long-run, because now he’s just taking more time to understand himself, what he likes, what he wants to do. Just learn about him.

As for Will... at first, when everyone returns to camp, Will is totally in awe of everyone. Like, these are the kinds of heroes you’ll hear about for centuries. Who wouldn’t be excited to be in their presence?

When Will learns about the way they treated Nico later, though, as Nico and Will get closer, of course he’s angry. What right did they have to judge Nico that way just because he was “SOOOO SCARY”? And he knows how even the entire camp was kinda bad to Nico too for most of the time. So, yes, he’s angry. Nico doesn’t deserve any of that - no one does.

But Nico talks him through it, let’s him know that he’s trying to move on. “I’m only telling you this because I think it helps me to admit it to someone else,” he says. “So, please, I know you’re angry, but don’t lash out on them. I’m telling you because I trust you. And they’re growing, too. Sometimes being a demigod can be hard.”

So generally Will has like a grudging acceptance to the Argo II group. If Nico is letting go, then there’s not much point for Will to latch onto an issue of the past. He’s angry, but he tampers down that anger for Nico because he knows his boyfriend wouldn’t want him to be upset on Nico’s behalf while he’s just trying to stop thinking about it. This is Nico’s feelings and Nico’s fight; Will doesn’t need to talk for Nico at all. He’s just glad Nico trusts him with this.

The people that he’s outright nice to are probably just Hazel, Jason, and Reyna (even though she’s not technically part of the Seven, but she was fairly important), because Nico definitely explains that they’re some of the first people to totally accept him.

He’s nice to them for the most part, but everytime he has a conversation with one of them, he makes it known that he’s on Nico’s side.

I think Nico actually talks to some of the Argo II members after a few months and discusses things with them and how he felt, and they apologize and Nico learns to forgive. When they do that, only then does Will relent a little. Even then, he’s still a bit guarded, but he forgives if Nico wishes to forgive as well.

Thank you for the ask!! That was so interesting to think about!

[alirhi]

...goddess help me...

This fucking episode. *deep breath* This... This episode is where I'm expecting to get some serious hate. Let me just get this out of the way right up front:

I. Hate. Zemo.

I do not find him sympathetic, or funny, or charming. I find him creepy and annoying. I did not like him in CA:CW and I do not like him in TFATWS. If you are pro-Zemo, you are not going to like my version of this show from here on out. Just find something else to read and don't bother me about it. You've got the actual canon, so go enjoy that.

Got it? Good. Now, on to the main event!

Episode 3: The Power Broker

First of all, Sam doesn't let Bucky walk in there alone. No matter Bucky's (flimsy and nonsensical) argument, Sam's like "hell no. I go in with you, or you don't go in." The main reason for this isn't to keep Bucky from breaking Zemo out of prison (with decent writing, he would never do that) - it's so that Sam witnesses Zemo taunting Bucky with/about the trigger words. because Zemo is a piece of shit.

Since he doesn't know the full story, Sam is confused, but he files this interaction away to ask Bucky about later. He's listening to Zemo acknowledging that Bucky was "not conscious for most of [his] imprisonment" (which, yes, clearly refers to the time he spent frozen, but can also mean while he was under their control as TWS/"The Asset" - also, key word: imprisonment) and when he calls Bucky a means to an end, Sam scowls, looking ready to go off on him, but he waits. They've got more important issues.

Neither of them entertains the thought of breaking Zemo out for even a nanosecond. He does that shit himself. And literally the only reason I'm sticking with him getting out at all is because I want to address some truly egregious moments linked directly to him in the show. Zemo makes them think he's setting them on the trail when really he's just sending them to his motor pool. Bucky and Sam are confused until they see Zemo in his stolen guard uniform, then they're both angry and want to ship him right back to prison, but he strikes a deal with them: "My help for my temporary freedom. Creating super soldiers cannot be allowed to continue; let me finish my work, and then do with me as you will." He has no intention of going quietly back to prison, obviously, and they're not stupid enough to believe otherwise, but they believe they can keep him on a short leash, so they agree for now. Anything to bring down the Flag Smashers and whoever created them.

After the title, we cut to Raynor on the phone in her office. She's agitated, fiddling with things on her desk. "No, sir," she's practically growling, "it was disrupted. - Walker did! - It's not my fault your new attack dog got off-leash!" She pauses, huffs, and says more calmly, "No. Of course not. I'm sorry. - Well, I don't see how, with the new Cap strutting around barking orders! - What am I supposed to do? Tell Captain America in front of a dozen witnesses that he can't have his predecessor's favorite pet because we're not done reprogramming him? I didn't see that going over too well. I made a call. - No. No, no, no, we can still use him. The work's not finished, but he still trusts me. He'll be back." A pause as she listens. Angry again, she snaps, "What do you want me to do, shove a tracker up his ass? He'll be back, and we'll pick right back up where we left off! - Don't worry, sir, the Asset will be fully compliant and ready to use soon. I'll make sure of it. - Yes, sir. You, too." She hangs up and tosses her phone on the couch, grumbling, "Dick."

Cut back to Sam, Bucky, and Zemo getting going on their trip to Madripoor. On the plane, Sam wants to talk to Bucky about what he's learned so far, but doesn't want to bring it up in front of Zemo... until the notebook incident reminds him that Zemo already knows more about Bucky than he does.

After Zemo's line about the list, Sam angrily corrects him: "You mean people HYDRA used The Winter Soldier to hurt." When Zemo shrugs and his response is basically along the lines of "what's the difference" Sam is like "oh hell no."

"Those words you were reciting at him," he reminds Zemo, "what were they, Russian? They clearly meant something. They were supposed to do something. What are they?" "Sam, let it go," Bucky pleads, unable to look at either of them. "It's nothing." "You wanna drown in your guilt, that's fine," Sam snaps, "but make sure it's for the right reasons." He turns back to Zemo, who's smiling at this exchange because he's a monster and thinks Bucky's suffering is fucking funny. "I asked you a question, Zemo. What did those words do?" "They activate the Winter Soldier programming," Bucky grudgingly admits. He doesn't want to talk about it, but he's sure as hell not going to let Zemo speak for him. "Or, they did, before the Wakandans got all that shit out of my head." "It's a shame," Zemo says with a smirk. "Imagine the possibilities that come with perfect obedience." "I think you mean 'slavery'," Sam growls, "and I think you're in the wrong crowd to be looking so pleased about it. Remember that we can send your ass back to prison any time." "Of course," Zemo agrees, but with an arrogant smile that shows he doesn't believe for a second that these two have any real power over him. Still, he bides his time and sits back quietly, watching Bucky fidget with the notebook. Sam turns back to Bucky, seeing his discomfort; he won't let the topic go, though, not yet. He just softens his tone. "So, they 'activated the Winter Soldier'? What exactly does that mean?" Bucky shrugs, still not looking up. "Pretty much what he said - perfect obedience. What little consciousness they left me between cryo and the chair was squashed down, locked away. And I did whatever I was told, exactly the way they told me to." It finally clicks. He'd had his suspicions before, of course, but now Sam gets it. Visibly horrified, he stares at this quiet, broken man, and finally sees the truth of what he'd been through for 70 years: "They stripped away your autonomy. Shit, Bucky, they didn't even let you be a person. That's..." He swallows, looking like he'll be sick any minute. "That's awful, man. I'm so sorry." When Bucky tries to shrug it off and downplay it again, Sam gets angry. "Look at me!" He waits; it takes a few seconds, but Bucky reluctantly looks up and is surprised to see just how upset Sam is on his behalf. "It wasn't your fault. None of it. When Steve said you didn't have a choice, I had no idea... You really, truly had no choice; not even the ability to choose. That's horrifying." "I doubt it would make much difference to the people he's killed," Zemo points out snidely. "Or their families. Let's ask Tony Stark, shall we?" "You shut the hell up," Sam growls. He watches Bucky flinch and make that face - the face he's starting to really fucking hate - that says he agrees with Zemo. Bucky still can't see things the way Sam does; he still feels the guilt and shame, and even when he himself pointed out his lack of agency under HYDRA, it didn't click for him that Sam is right, not Zemo.

It's too much, too soon. Sam sees that and decides to change the subject, to give Bucky some time to process. He nods at the notebook, and they have their little Marvin Gaye debate, where Sam is over the top about it on purpose, because Bucky needs the distraction.

Of course, Zemo ruins it by opening his big mouth again and reminding Bucky of more trauma: his time fighting in WWII. That's why Sam latches onto the bit about Madripoor; to keep the focus not only on the task at hand, but off of Bucky's past that he clearly still can't cope with.

"James... You will have to become someone you claim is gone." Sam is officially ready to throw Zemo out a window. 😂 The only reason he doesn't jump to Bucky's defense again and basically tell Zemo to fuck himself (in a PG-13 way 🙄) is because Bucky's, as Sam pointed out in ep2, a grown-ass man, and because he's just learned how few decisions this poor man has been able to make in his life. Sam doesn't want to come across as another "handler," deciding everything for him, even if he does think this plan is stupid and needlessly cruel.

At the bar, when asked if he wants "the usual", Sam just casually waves the bartender off like "nah". Zemo already said they had business to attend to, so it's not like anyone would be suspicious that now's probably not a good time to be doing weird shots lol. (wtf even was that? I'm not sure I want to know, but...what part of the snake did he drop into that drink?)

Sam's not an idiot (I'm really so sick of this trend of turning intelligent characters into morons because the writers can't think of any other way to move their plot along) so his cell phone has been off this whole time. No sudden call from Sarah to put them all in danger. There was really no point to that, anyway; Sharon likely would have killed Selby for talking about Nagle with or without the excuse of "saving" Sam and Bucky. I mean, it's not like they know who fired that shot, ever.

"They cleared the Bionic Staring Machine," Sam still jokes, but he follows it with, "and they think he's a mass-murderer." "They think?" Sharon stares at him incredulously. "Didn't he kill pretty much everyone he's ever met?" "Wow." Sam glances back at Bucky. "She really is awful now." To Sharon, he adds, "You met Steve; do you really think he'd have defied 117 countries to protect someone evil?" "He did it for Bucky," she points out. "Let's face it - Bucky could blow up half the planet, and Steve's loyal-to-a-fault ass would still take a bullet for him." "You know I'm sitting right here, right? I can hear you." "Look, I don't think you're evil, Bucky," Sharon assures him. "But I know you killed a lot of people for HYDRA." "I'm not denying it." "He didn't have a choice," Sam snaps, glaring at them both. "But we're not getting into that right now. My point is, the government's afraid of Bucky, and they still pardoned him. All you did was steal something. I'm sure they can be persuaded to see reason." "The day the US government sees reason," Sharon quips, rolling her eyes, "is the day I sprout real wings and fly off into the sunset." "Careful, Icarus," Bucky mocks with a smirk, "the sun and brand new wings don't exactly go together." Then he shrugs and glances at Sam. "But she's not wrong."

At the party that night, it takes a few minutes (grumpy old man Bucky's not sure how to feel about the music lol) but a peek of pre-war Bucky comes out to play: they were told to "blend in", so he dances. At first he's just bobbing around alone looking stoic and out of place, but soon he's smiling and dancing between two attractive people - one male, one female. Sam is surprised, but before he can tease him for it, Sharon comes to get them all. Even she's a little "wait what?" at Bucky having a little fun lol. (recovery is not linear, guys. trauma doesn't mean "perpetually miserable, no fun, doesn't even know how to smile." in my TFATWS, Bucky gets his lighter moments; real ones, not humor at his expense)

When they find Nagle, Bucky's the one who notices and opens the secret door, while Sam keeps an eye on Zemo. Bucky catches Zemo trying to grab that gun; closes the drawer on his hand before opening it and taking the gun away. "Nice try." Nagle tries to get away while there's only one person watching him, but Sam catches him and forces him back into his seat. With a bruising grip on the back of Zemo's neck, Bucky drags him back over to where he and Sam can both keep an eye on him. Nagle is killed in the shootout as they're trying to escape; Zemo still runs off, blows shit up, and comes back with the stolen car so he's not totally useless.

I had no problem with Zemo being the one to kill Nagle; Nagle was the worst and def had to die, and Zemo has never had an issue killing anyone. Where I took issue with this scene was Bucky and Sam being dumb enough to let Zemo wander and get his hands on a gun. Nope. Not happening.

Anyway, shootout! Explosions! Funny banter! The seat thing, which is my favorite nod to CW ever lol... And then the conversation on the plane...

"You okay?" "Yeah." Sam sighs. "Just thinking." "About how to get Sharon that pardon you dangled in front of her?" He shakes his head. "About how Nagle referred to 'The Winter Soldier Program" like it was some kind of after school club; like you weren't standing right there. And 'the American test subject' like... Like Isaiah wasn't even a real person." He turns to face Bucky, looking angry and weary. "Makes me wonder how many times... How many times are we gonna run around in the same circles before people learn? And how many people need to get crushed underfoot in the meantime?" "Did you really just equate me with Isaiah?" Bucky frowns, not sure how to react to that. "That man is a hero." Sam opens his mouth to say something, but his phone goes off and Zemo approaches at the same time, effectively cutting off their conversation.

When they get to Riga and Zemo tries to guilt trip them over Sokovia, Bucky deadpan reminds him, "Neither of us were involved in that fight." "I doubt you'd have been much help if you were." He shrugs. "Probably not. But I like to save my guilt for events I was actually present for. It's a thing." Zemo laughs. "Fair enough."

Bucky goes on his walk, and meets up with Ayo.

[bisluthq]

TW:

Hi nat this's my first time talking to someone here on tumblr a couple days ago I saw someone talking about it on another blog so I really felt comfortable talking. I've been with my bf for 3 years like any other couples we met each other fell in love and start a relationship I noticed in the first few months that he kinda have an anger issues but I said it's ok he'll never hurt me anyways after couple of months In our 1 year anniversary he asked me to move in with him it was really nice we were on a date and he asked me in the cutest way ever We lived together but his apartment was small and far from my work so we've decided to buy another one , and I know it's so stupid of me to do this I sold my apartment to have the money and sharing with him to buy our new apartment I really was naive and trusted him that I can't even question anything he said, I said we should make half and half like half of the apartment on his name and the other on mine in case something happen so he told that he'll take care of it after some days he told me that for some legal reasons it's gonna take a lot of time in this way and if we wanna hurry it we should just make it in one person name and that he'll do it and after we settle he's gonna go the the court and change it and for the million time I know it's so stupid of me but I said yeah ok ,,,, that was like after a year and a half of dating so we lived together it was nice and I really enjoyed the first few weeks but I don't know what happened but that man isn't the one I've loved the whole relationship was a gaslighting and an abuse I'm sorry for saying these details but it was a sexual abuse he was saying that he doesn't need to ask me if it's ok to have sex today or not because we're in a relationship and if he feel low that what he should do he tried to hit me a couple of times but only did one time when he was drunk he was saying a lot of bad things about me and my body comparing other women to me and just didn't realize that until he hit me I've decided to break up with him he said no and then said yeah ok whatever but I really don't have money and when I told him that u should sell the apartment and give me my money back he literally said what money? It's my apartment not yours you don't have any prove or any legal papers it's so hard to me I just wanna leave I don't live in the same country with my parents I feel like I'm an idiot person I've been broken I don't want u to feel sorry for me or anything I just wanna talk so that's why I typed it I really don't know what to do I'm still living with the same person who did every dirty thing in this world to me and I feel like shit and I know I'll be giving the bank the money the lend me for months god I hate me I feel like there's nothing for me to keep breathing and living...

Okay - deep breaths. Do you have proof of selling your original apartment and the transfer of funds to him? If you do, you might have legal recourse depending on your country’s laws. Look up free legal clinics (especially for women - they have specific ones), take the documents you do have, and go and see them for a consult. If you tell me what city you’re in, we can try find you a legal clinic if the research seems overwhelming.

You’re not an idiot and this isn’t the end of the road but you do need to get on sorting this out.