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jin0 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 2 : The runaway knight

Summary : You should've known better than try and hide it from him. You were leaving and not telling him was bound to make him angry. But Steve should've also known better than try and fuck you into submission.

Pairing : Prince to King!Steve x Knight!Reader

Warnings : 18+, MDI, angst, smut, degradation, hair pulling, curse words, manhandling, slight size kink, steve is 6.5 here, voyeurism if you squint, steve being a delusional little shit, also he's got difficulties communicating and shit (nevermind, he's straight up a fucking dickhead)

A/N : thought about posting it tonight but since it's ready, enjoy ;) !! also im thinking of writing small blurbs of moment of your choice !! you can send them in my inbox !!

Knight In Shining Armor Masterlist

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You observed you surroundings with horror, scared that if you moved, Reality would jump on your face and bite it off. You couldn’t believe it, this had to be a joke. Some kind of elaborated scheme to have you panic and act out of character. Clearly this had to be it, because it was working.

You were analyzing each and every thing you could see : the discarded dress and corset on the floor, your bra sitting not too far on the floor right beside the bedside table, the little piece of fabric that you called your panties a few hours ago, all of this was yours. You could also see his clothes, covering the floor and making you dizzier by the second.

The memories from last night were still fresh and made it easy for you to realize what you had done. You started hitting your forehead with your hand, asking yourself ‘why’ repeatedly. Why did you give in ? What had made you give in ? It’s not like he had forced you after all, you could very much have him on the floor if you wanted to, drunk or not. You just felt so good, so free, you wanted this to happen. You wanted him to fuck you like he did.

The simple memory of it all had your lower parts warm and clenching over absolutely nothing. You body was betraying you.

“Fucking bitch ! Stop it !” You whisper scream at your own private parts

“You talk to yourself now doll ?”

The way your body jerked back was comical. You practically fell off the bed when you heard his voice. The look on his face was one of amusement, he looked tired but pleased. That did make you happy when it shouldn’t have. You couldn’t let yourself go anymore, you had to take back control. But it was so hard when his voice made you react that easily and you froze on the spot.

He watched attentively the way you looked, completely naked, trying to cover what he had already seen and marked in his memory, with the thin sheet that covered you both. He was focusing on the resurging memories of your body that, despite the cover, he could still see clearly. His hands still remembered how he had taken his sweet time molding your skin and massaging it, just like a sculptor would mold clay. He could feel you around him, cock already stiff and leaking at the thought of having you again, begging to have you again. God, you had him desperate for you, girth aching abd craving just a little bit of your attention.

He smiled at you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You automatically straddled his thighs, your body betraying you once more.

“God, so energetic right in the morning. I guess I should fuck some of that energy out of you, right doll ?” Chuckled the man, voice thick and lustful

His hands were already massaging your ribcage and his lips kissing down on your jawline. He had spent quite a while learning your sweet spots during the night and his memory never let him down. You felt yourself slowly grind against his leg as his hands travelled lower to grab two handfuls of your ass and knead it like a baker would knead dough.

“Come on little knight, let yourself go. Let me take care of you a little more.”

You breathed out a quite ‘yes’ before the memories of all the others jumped out in front of you. All the women he had you throw out without a ounce of remorse, all of them had been in the same position as you. A night with the prince, like in the fairytales. A night of pure bliss, pure freedom. Just one night. That was the deal. And even if fairytales had a different ending, ‘happy ever after’, this was no fairytale. This was reality. And as painful as it was for you, you had to let it go. You had to because you had a duty and you had worked too hard to get where you were right now. Too fucking hard to jeopardize it. So you pulled away.

It was violent, you felt sorry when you heard him wince. But you couldn’t stay. A string of apologizes tumbled out of your lips as you rushed to gather your things. When you saw him get up and walk towards you, you froze. You knew he wouldn’t make it easy for you. So you ran, sprinted out of the room and ran as fast as you could, back to your room.

As you got closer, the outline of Okoye’s face started to form. You grabbed her arm and swiftly opened the door, pulling you both in it. You fell and rolled on the floor, her looking at you as if you had grown a second head. She could see the absolute terror on your face and from the thin cloth covering you, the dots started to connect themselves.

“Oh my God… What did you do ?” Breathed out your mentor in disbelief

“Okoye, I fucked up.”

Sitting in her car while she drove, wallowing in your pain, you never wanted to break someone’s neck more. Because while you were contemplating moving to Antarctica to avoid the pain and humiliation you would be subjected to if you went back to the castle, she was laughing. Literally wheezing from how funny she thought the situation was. She practically drove you through a tree from laughing. Because to her, this was more than hilarious.

“Can you stop laughing ? Please ?! This isn’t funny !” You begged, hiding your face in your hands

She took a breath, dramatically wiped a tear off her eye before turning to you with an amused smile.

“You have to admit that this is very funny ! I mean, you spent years refraining from admitting that your tiny little heart had fallen for him really fast and hard and throwing away random women that he would bring back to his quarters ! And now look at you ! Running through the castle with his bedsheets around you ! That is comical ! You can’t blame me for laughing !” Recounted the woman, trying to steady her vision on the road through the tears

“Yes I can, I fucking can because I dragged you with me to help me, not laugh at my fucking suffering ! I hate you so much right now, you know that !?” You responded, fake anger and embarrassment sipping visible on your face

“Please, you adore me. But really, before we get to helping you with your problem, you've got to take a shower. You smell like a sweaty bull.” She mocked, pinching her nose

You sighed and unbuckled your seatbelt as she parked in front of her house. You were lucky she lived pretty far away from the castle or the city, in a small house with her husband. It felt like home.

You had moved from your home country quite young, straight out of high school. So when you started the training to become a knight, she had felt like home. She reminded you of your mom in many ways and was the big sister you wished you had. Being the oldest wasn’t easy, you always took care of everyone so letting yourself go and focusing on yourself first really was something you rarely did.

She always made sure to have you be the best while also teaching you how to enjoy life and learn what you liked to do. All the time she had you come out to different outings with the rest of the Dora Milajes, the Widows and the Valkyries, you would never forget those nights. They had been your new found family and you would always seek them out for help.

As you rubbed your body clean, you remembered the way his hands felt on you. So warm and big, encasing parts of your skin and burning his heated palm against it as if he was marking you.

You felt your core heat you and throb at the thought of his tongue inside you. He had you melt in his mouth over and over, chanting the sweet taste of your juices. Fuck. He was so far away from you but still affecting you.

When you got out and got dressed, you took time to search for you phone in the pockets of your dress. You powered it on and instantly a string of notifications startled you. A big chunk of them were from Wanda, Nakiya and Brünnhilde. She hadn’t been at the party, too busy training with her Princes. She had the same position as you, doing the same job but for two princes, Thor and Loki of the Scandinavian kingdoms.

You also noted a text from Sam telling you to have fun. Cheeky bastard, he probably had seen you leave with Steve and deduced the outcome of the night. You smiled and responded with a middle finger.

The next thing you notice was a friend of yours, another prince that you hadn’t seen in a while, James. His family possessed the lands of Brooklyn and the throne of these parts. Both the princes shared a bond that would have anyone jealous. Like brothers, they grew up learning about the world and life together.

He was coming by soon, he wanted to know if you would be down to go out and get drunk together, dancing in different pubs like you used to. Both of you started to go out together when he invited you to tag along with Steve, Sam and Sarah, his sister. Then he started inviting you alone, he would let you rant about Steve and the different annoying stuff he did this week. Yeah, he was a good friend.

Finally, you focused on Steve’s texts. Obviously he would try to know where you were. He had spammed you with orders to tell him your location or at least that you were fine. He wanted to see you, at least to talk. He wasn’t even calling you little knight or doll, straight up using your name. He knows it, that’s a nice surprise, you thought.

While you felt guilty for letting him worry, he did the same thing to you countless times, disappearing on you and only contacting you the next morning to tell you to get rid of his night buddy. It was only payback, and you could afford that since it was your day off, so no royal duty for you. He would have to survive for three days without you. And if he was so bored, he could go out and find someone to entertain him. He did that a lot anyways.

You walked down the stairs and met Okoye for breakfast, you were definitely starving, this man had drained you of all your life source.

She watched you attentively as you ate in silence. You raised your eyes to her, glaring, and she chuckled.

“So, what do you want to do now ? Because I doubt you’ll want to go back there.” She asked, a hint of amusement in her voice

You signed, already exhausted by this day. You remembered the promise you made yourself when you started on the job and came to complain about being a babysitter for the Prince. You had sworn that you would never become one of his night conquests. And if it was to ever happen, you would simply quit. Because that’s how much his tendencies had marked you.

You had already suffered the comments of people in the court, believing you to be unfit to be his protector. Most expected you to become another one of the girls he entertained for a night and the work you had to put on to build yourself up was ten times the work of the other soldiers in your division.

You couldn’t let this all go to waste. You couldn’t let him win. It wasn’t his fault, it was yours for lowering your guard and you were sorry. It was your fault for losing focus of what mattered and what was important, losing focus of your duty. You had lost your way but you could still fix it. Work it out and take matters in your own hands. So you knew what to do.

“I’m going to hand in my resignation letter. Tell the King and Queen that I made a mistake and that I can’t keep working for them. They’re nice, they’ll understand. And it’s not like there wasn’t a few hundred another people fit to replace me.” You sighed defeated but determined

She looked at you with sad eyes, she knew how hard this would be for you.

“You’re quitting, then what ? Are you going to stay jobless ?”

“I’ll find something.” You looked at your mentor in her eyes. “I know you probably disapprove.”

“Obviously I disapprove. I did not train a quitter. But that’s what you’re doing here, you’re giving up. You could go back and act like nothing happened. You’re giving this event too much power.” She kneeled in front of you to reassure you

“I can’t do that. He won’t let me. He might take it as a joke, reminding me repeatedly that it happened but to me that’ll just be a risk on my work. I lost too much already, I won’t lose more. I’m leaving, that’s it.” You repeated, this time not allowing any sign of sadness through

She simply sight and shook her head, you were stubborn, she wouldn’t be able to change your mind. So she didn’t try. Instead, she got up and went to find paper and a pen.

“Here.” She handed you the things and sat back down. “Write your letter while I pass a few calls. I’m not letting you roam around jobless. Not when I can help.”

You definitely weren’t going to refuse the help she gave you. You badly needed it anyways.

While you wrote the words, you felt guilt creep up in your head. You weren’t going to tell him. You knew he would try to change your mind and would probably succeed. You would give them the letter and then you would pack your things. Thanks to your job, you knew his schedule. He would be gone in the afternoon for meetings he had to attend. This would be the perfect occasion.

Once you were done, you folded the letter nicely and put in in an envelope before standing up to go to Okoye’s office. When you knocked she signaled for you to come in. She was on the phone, saying goodbyes before turning to you smiling.

“I’ve got a job for you, and I know you’ll fit perfectly.”

Everything was falling in place.

Steve wasn’t fine. He was happy but he wasn’t fine. He was pissed. Yeah, it didn’t make much sense but he understood himself and his issues.

He had been staring at the ceiling, naked still. Somebody had stolen his bedsheets. He stared up at the pattern, waiting for you to answer his texts. He knew you had seen them so why weren’t you answering ?

He was practically certain you had enjoyed yourself last night, your moans and the marks on his back could prove it. But the look on your face when he woke up ? That wasn’t good. He knew you wouldn’t simply accept that you had slept with him, but he didn’t expect you to actually run away from him.

What had terrified you so much that you had to sprint out of his room ? Was it so bad that you had sex with him ? Was it your duty ? You mission as a knight ? He would rid you of those if they stood in the way. He would rid you of anything that bothered you even his own duties, if you asked. Because he cared about you like that.

The memories of all the times he had you get rid of the women that littered his bed resurfaced and made him wonder if you had misunderstood his intentions. You didn’t think you were like them did you ? You understood that you, you were different ? You were the one he wanted to keep forever by his side, you knew that right ?

The praises and pleas he had groaned in your ear the night before, that wasn’t just dirty talk. He was serious, about all of it. He had taken so much time transmitting his thoughts and desires to you, he hoped you had gotten the message. Even if he didn’t explicitly say it, he hoped you would understand. You had to. You knew him better than anyone, even better than he knew himself sometimes.

The memories that surged could testify of that. He remembered the days were he would be in the worst mood possible, snapping at everyone in sight, even his parents and responding rudely. That time he dared behaving like that towards one of the cooks then you, he had played with the wrong one and your words resonated in his head.

“I don’t know who you thought I was Steve, but you’ll be mindful to remember that I’m not your fucking thing, and neither are the people working here. You want to throw a hissy fit and pout all day ? Fine buddy, you do you, but don’t ever think that you can talk to us, or anyone like that. I’ll have my foot in your face faster than you could say America. When you’ll be done being annoying, You’ll go and apologize to that cook. If I was them I would spit in your food, you little shit.”

To say he was stunned was an understatement. No one ever dared talk to him like that and you being the first was funny. He looked like a fish out of water and so did all the people around. The look on your face showed absolutely no sign of amusement, you were dead serious. So he obeyed and went to apologize an hour later, once he had calmed down. He also apologized to you and the smile you gave him had him feeling warm inside.

That night he went out to look for a sweet but slightly dominating girl, one that would remind him of you. The resemblance was nowhere to be found but the vibe was there, and she seemed willing, that would be good enough.

This same principle he kept and this patterned he followed repeatedly, looking for a girl that would remind him of you. One that would be similar to you, even in the most far fetched ways possible. The tiniest detail would be enough for him, and his imagination would do the rest. It would do the work most nights. He would fantasize, shamelessly whispering your name and the pet names he kept specifically for you.

That’s what he tried to share through the things he did to your body, that all this time, those women you would rid him of, were unsatisfying substitute for you. That all this time, he wanted you but used them. He was waiting for your to let him in. And now that you had, he couldn’t see himself let you go.

When you left the royal office, you let out a breath of relief. They had been understanding but still attempted to bargain with you. They tried to raise your salary, double it, triple it even. You refused. You hadn’t shared anything about the reason behind your departure but you could see it in there eyes, they knew. They knew and they understood. So they let you go easily.

They had insisted in throwing you a party, as a goodbye and a thank you for the four years you spent protecting their son. You accepted, but at the condition that they would not tell him anything before you officially left the castle. You were still in your first day off out of the three, they would have it the night of the second day and you would be gone by the morning of the third. Everything fell into place.

The same day you had rapidly gathered your belongings in suitcases and told the maids to mail the things that were left to Okoye’s address. You had left as fast as you could, running when you saw a car pull up in front of the castle. You were in such a hurry, you didn’t notice that you were running from the wrong prince, this one was a gorgeous brunette with a metal arm.

Bucky was back in town.

Steve had been restless for the following day, looking for you though the entire castle. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about his lack of knowledge on anything about you. He didn’t know much about you except for the things that concerned your job and that was after knowing you for four years. His lack of knowledge on you was the reason why he felt jealous when he saw you close to Pietro. You had never really mentioned anything about him before, not seeming this close to him. Seeing you this physically close to the man had done a number on him. He made a mental note to learn everything he could when you would be back.

This day felt like it had sucked out all his energy, you weren’t there and another celebration was being hosted. A smaller one but no one knew what it was for. All they knew was that Steve had to be there, absolutely. No running off to a bar of whatever it was that he did, he would be there and stay for as long as possible. They insisted and he could only obey.

During the day he received the surprise visit of his best friend, finally coming to see him.

“If it isn’t my favorite punk ! Looking a little more stupid each day I see ?”

“Oh come on Buck, you know that I can’t look stupider when you take all the stupid with you.” The blond prince smiled as he opened his arms to welcome the other man in them. Both shared a tight hug, walking in the castle as the guards stood outside.

“How’re your parents doing ? Still hoping you’d find a queen soon ?” The amused smile on Bucky’s face grew wider when he heard his best friend groan.

“If you could avoid mentioning this please ? I really wish you and them would leave me and my love life alone.”

“You know they can’t do that Stevie, our love lives hold the future of the royal line. Finding a fit queen is all we’re asked to do. The rest is just boring paperwork.” Chuckled the brunette, wrapping and arm around his best friend's shoulder

Steve sigh, Bucky always sided with his parents. He was the ‘good kid’ after all. They both shared exceptional capacities when it came to protocol, politics and leadership. But the difference was found in the way Bucky always managed to be adored without needing to use his charm excessively. Steve enjoyed charming the people, Bucky just liked meeting them. He didn’t need or want to do as much as Steve did. This was seen in the way Bucky rarely slept with anyone. He cared about romance and believed in things like soulmates whereas Steve just wanted to have fun.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told them. I have time before taking the throne and I have time before I seriously need to find a queen. In the meantime, I’ll keep on enjoying myself.” Smiled the blond prince, though it was easy for his friend to notice the slight doubt in his words

Bucky knew him like the back of his hand, they were practically brothers at this point. So he let it go. He dropped the topic but wondered if the other prince was genuinely enjoying himself or just to scared to approach the one he had in mind. Because if he didn’t, he would be confronted with the harsh reality that she wasn’t truly his and someone more willing would soon jump in and whisk her away.

“Talking about queen, where is your knight ? She’s usually here.” Asked Bucky in hope to cheer him up a little

The expression on Steve’s face fell. He wished he knew that.

“She said she had three days off, so I guess she’s off somewhere doing whatever.”

The brunette was surprised to see that his friend didn’t know your location. He always knew everything about where you were and what you were doing. Clearly he wasn’t clueless by choice and not knowing didn’t put him in the best mood.

“Well, you’ll see her tonight at the celebration. I was invited but I have no idea what it’s for, do you ?”

The taller one shook his head, too focused on his own thoughts. You would be here tonight, then he would talk to you. He would not miss his chance.

The moment he saw you cross the door, in a new dress that was just as enticing as the one you had worn two day prior, he rushed to you. Before he could let you say anything or at least attempt to run away again, he sped in your direction and threw you over his shoulder without a care in the world for the people around. Most were used to it but the way you were being so open and out in the open about it still surprised a few, who couldn’t keep themselves from smiling at the scene.

You were trashing over his shoulder, attempting to flee. You could have him on the floor if you wanted, but you simply couldn’t. Not just because the idea of ending up in a cell was really not interesting, but because you refused to use force on him. Even if it would only be fair since he literally threw you over his shoulder like you weighted absolutely nothing.

“Steve I swear to fucking God, put me down before I fold you like a lawn chair ! I told you not to play with me like that, what is so hard to understand ?!”

He chuckled amused at your refusal to actually do anything to him. Or so he thought, because the sharp pain that came from you elbowing him in the back, that was something. Something very painful. His leg buckled and he stopped in his track, wincing.

He brought you down, carrying you in his arms, a pointed look, he was warning you.

“Do that again and I’ll have you bent over this dresser, ass out, spanking the brattiness out of you little knight. And I don’t give a fuck if people start coming here. They’ll love to see me straighten you out.” Threatened the man through a defying smile

You felt yourself get hotter by the second, maybe you did want him to spank you. Would he ever know though ? Not if you had anything to do about it.

He took your silence as a quite apology for your behavior and kept you in his arms as he walked back to his room. The party was about to start but he still had enough time to taste you a little before having to go. His plan to have a chat with you were long forgotten now.

When he put you down, he softly closed the door before spinning you around and pushing you to the wall. His lips were on you in less than a second and his thigh was already parting your legs open open, pushing his own in-between yours. The way his lips were melting around you, soft and heated, forcing a moan out of you as he stuck his tongue down your mouth. His hands were on the side of your face, holding you in place as you held his wrist with your small fingers.

The little whimpers that would vibrate against his lips made him lose it a little more each second. He looked at you and felt like being he was ready to fuck you against the wall if you allowed him.

His hands were falling from your face and reached for you dress, scrunching it up to your ass and hooking his fingers to the elastic band of your panties. His fingers were gripping your ass vigorously, god he loved it so much. So soft and flesh supple like dough. He just wanted to bite into it and leave marks on your skin.

He was brushing the tip of his fingers against your cunt, feeling the wetness that started to heat it up. You were already so wet, dripping for him and him only.

Both of you were so out of it that you didn’t hear the sound of someone behind the door, knocking. You pulled away, against your own desires, lips wet and swollen while he kept on pecking them, begging you silently to ignore it with whines wandering lips and hands.

The person behind it started calling out for him, it was Bucky, you both forgot he would be here tonight, at the party. Party that you both were obligated to go to.

Steve genuinely wanted to deck his best friend straight in the face right now, he didn’t want to open the door clearly but the bastard was persistent. Fucking hell.

“Stevie… Please, you have to go and open the door.” You begged, so sweet and breathless, he could feel his teeth rotting

Fuck, he cursed himself mentally for obeying to your every command instinctively. How could you tell him to postpone his plans for you and your body when you looked so dazed already ? Pupils dark and needy, soft breath fanning his lips and hands still gripping his shoulders tightly. He was already aching in his pants, the tip of his length probably already red and leaking, poking straight and wetting his boxers. God, you made him so hard already, he couldn’t leave you.

But the way you were looking at him ? Begging silently for him to go and open the door ? Begging for him to let you go ? That made it worse. Because he felt like if he opened this door, let you slip though his fingers and escape once more, you wouldn’t come back.

He was certain that you were absolutely sober but you had been so reactive, so fast. You let him do what he wanted to you and a part of him was wary. It wasn’t loud enough for him to actually pay attention and definitely not enough to overpower his willingness to do anything you said. So he dropped his head and went to open the door. You took the opportunity to fix your outfit and run out of the room before he could stop you.

The look of surprise on Bucky’s face when he saw you would’ve made Steve laugh if he wasn’t so annoyed. And Bucky noticed the annoyance on his friend’s face. He raised his hands, eyes wide, still surprised.

“Okay, I guess I disturbed something here.”

“You think ?” Steve was absolutely not amused by this but still moved out of the way to let his best friend in.

“Now, when were you going to tell me the news though ? Or was I supposed to hear about it from your parents ? I gotta say pal, still surprised you would let it go that easily.”

“What news ? What are you talking about ?”

This was not a good sign. If Steve didn’t know, then finding out would probably be bad.

“The party ? It’s for Y/N, your knight ? She’s quitting the royal guard and transferring to my parents territory. This is her farewell party.” Asked the brunette prince, being as slow and careful with his questions

The moment Steve heard these words, his annoyance turned into pure rage. Just like he had predicted, his best friend wasn’t okay at all. Actually, he looked like he was about to explode, like a volcano. A very angry one.

You couldn’t push back the strike of anxiety that you felt. Something was about to happen and it wasn’t going to go fine for you. You felt nauseous. You could see Okoye watch you carefully from afar. She could tell you weren’t fine and no word would come you down.

The King and Queen had already made a small announcement and the guests were congratulating you on your future. Some had shed a few tears, telling you that they would miss you in training or in the morning as you crossed the hallways ready to get rid of the new unwelcomed guest that had shared the prince’s bed that night. Yeah, you would miss that too. That era of your life was seemingly easier, more carefree.

You were discussing with some of you future ex-colleagues when you heard it, his booming voice freezing you on the spot as he marched in the ballroom and towards you. That was the anxiety you felt. You could see Bucky rush in the room behind him, looking at you apologetically. He knew. Steve knew. And he wasn’t pleased.

“Steven, calm down ! Can’t you see we have guests ? Where are your manners ?!”

He coldly glared at his father, not paying any attention to what he said. He looked at you and grabbed your wrist with force, dragging you out of the room under the confused eyes of all the people here. You turned to the royal couple, apologizing silently as you tried to not trip over your feet.

“Steve ! Steve, slow down ! Steve please, slow down and talk to me.” You pleaded, trying to pull away from him or at least calm him down to avoid the embarrassment

He stayed silent. That wasn’t good at all.

“I know you’re angry but let’s stop for a second and talk about th-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

The violence in his words startled you. He had never been this angry at you before, not to the point of actually being drained of any color. He looked terrifying and you never wanted to see him that way. But he was not going to disrespect you and he was not going to make you change your mind. It was your decision and he had to respect it no matter what.

“I can’t fucking believe that this is how I fucking find out that you’re quitting. I bet you were fucking laughing at all my fucking texts worrying about you ? Was it funny to see me make a fucking fool out of myself ?” He snarled, words laced with anger and a need to hurt

“I never thought of you as a fucking idiot Steve.” You responded, sighing sadly

“You didn’t ?! Then how the fuck do I find out from Bucky that you’re quitting and going to work for him ?! Was that what you wanted ?! You wanted to get fucked one time before you moved on to another prince ?!” Screamed the taller one bitterly

Now he had to be fucking stupid, because he was definitely not going to be the one to slut shame you. You pulled your arm violently glaring at him with as much hatred as you could gather.

“Now I know for a fucking fact that you, out of all people, are not the one talking about my fucking life Steven. Because I should probably refresh your memory a little on what I spent the last four years doing ? Or are you that much of a fucking whore yourself that you can’t even remember fucking someone once you’re done ? Do you just erase them from you memory ? Is this how you treat women Steve ? No fucking wonder you’re still single. You can’t even be fucking bothered to respect the girls you use to get your dick wet and you think I’m going to let you disrespect me ? The fuck I look like ?! Your pet ?!” Your voice got more and more elevated with each word and each one seemed to be a new blow to his ego

Now you both were seething with anger, breathing heavily as you mutually shared looks of hatred. You don’t know what happened next, what had led to this because you were certain that all you wanted was to break his neck. This didn’t happen obviously, instead he had you pinned down against a wall swallowing his tongue as he shoved it in your mouth.

Your hands in his hair, gripping them tightly and pulling a little as he wrapped you legs around his waist. He was grinding against your mound as it started to heat up. Hands holding onto your ass possessively, he didn't

“Fuck, you’re so fucking mouthy, talking so much shit when you’re ready to take my cock in your greedy little cunt. Bet you couldn’t wait to have me fuck you like the slut you are. Bet you just wanted attention.”

“Fuck Rogers, can you shut the fuck up for a second and fuck me ?”

He pulled away from you, glaring at you. He his hips didn't stop their movement as he kept you in place while he shamelessly rubbed his print against your folds. He watched as you tried to defy him, all that while moaning uncontrollably.

“You want to be loud and fucking chatty, fine, let’s see how you’ll like being loud with my cock creaming your pussy. Clearly you want to get fucked properly.”

The moment the words left his mouth, you knew you were in for a good time.

He threw you over his shoulder again and this time smacking your ass violently, before walking to the bed and throwing you on it. He kept his eyes on you, scanning over your body and the numerous ways he would use to teach you some manners. We would see if you would dare try and leave him after that.

He ripped off his own shirt, throwing the remains to the floor and proceeded to free his aching cock from his pants, not wasting time to get rid of his pants too. He started fisting himself, groaning at the thought of having you around him, tight and warm. His girth was already throbbing and begging for you.

He ripped your panties again and hid a smile at the thought that now he owed you two pair of panties. Like he promised, he would buy you as much as you wanted, once he had fucked the idea of leaving out of your little head.

He ripped off the top of your dress, exposing your uncovered breasts. You fucking tease, he thought. The fact that you thought about leaving him while looking like this ? What did you expect from him except to be be fucked like you were made for this and this this only ? You swollen nipples, hard and just as desperate for attention as the rest of your body. You'd been walking around like that, ready to leave and you wanted him to just accept and ignore ? Absolutely not.

His eyes lowered to admire you pussy, dripping wet and running down your inner thighs. He licked his lips smiling, fuck you looked so sweet he would taste you for hours if he could. But now was not the time, he was way too angry to think about pleasing you like that.

He needed you marked and begging for him, only knowing his name and obeying to his every command. He wanted you submissive and dependent on him. He was behaving like a literal caveman, he was aware. But the primal urges in him made it so hard to refrain from doing something that would probably put him in more trouble with you. Hard to refrain from crossing a line that would probably be hard to go back on.

Now did he care ? Absolutely not. He had every right to make you feel his anger, you lied to him and he would punish you for it.

Without anymore delay, he spun you around, shoving your face in the pillows and raising your ass in front of his pelvis, positioning himself at your entrance and sheathing his thickness in you. You gasped, feeling him invade every corner in you tight cunt. The air was caught in your throat, your fingers ripping through the bedsheets as you gripped them as tight as you could.

You knew he was big, bigger than most even, and he didn’t lack when it came to length either. Standing at his 6.5 foot tall, he was really built to be big everywhere.

He had been blessed with good genes which was surprising because you had heard that he was very weak as a child and very small too.

You really couldn’t tell as he started to ravage your sweet cunt with violence, literal violence. You felt him pull out and shove himself back into you, reaching deeper than he had been previously. He was not holding back on his movements, plowing into your cervix and making you tear up. You were loosing it, submitting your body to the treatment he was giving you. You wanted more, his cock ravaging your insides and turning you into a moaning and begging mess.

“Fuck… You were so loud a second ago, now look at you, all nice and creaming over my cock. You wanna leave but you’re squeezing me so fucking tight." He backed up slightly to admire your pussy swallowing him whole and your juices coating his length. "You think anyone’s going to please you like that ? Please you like my cock does ? Only fucked you twice and you’re already desperate for more. That’s what you’re good for, taking my cock and staying fucking quite.”

You wanted to cry as he degraded you, you wanted to argue so bad because he was being a little shit and you hated it, but you were desperate for more. Deep down you loved the way he was treating you, hearing the sting of filthy words he threw at your face. You didn’t want him to stop fucking you this way. Like you were a cockdrunk slut that just needed a little attention. Because it wasn’t too far off, you wanted more of him.

You chocked a little, drool dripping from your open mouth as he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled them back. His fingers tightened around your styled curls, your nails ripped through the soft bedsheets.

You could hear him groan through the obscene noises of his balls slammed against your pussy in a symphony of wet noises. You both were close to your end, you felt it as your legs started to shake.

“A-Ah, S-Steve… Fuck… Fuck me… Harder please ! Please your highness !” You begged loudly, eyes rolled to the back of you head. Your eyes filled up with more tears, pleasure being way to sudden and strong for you.

He held onto your hips, rearranging your insides, probably molding the tip of his cock on your cervix.

“Come on little knight, come for me, come all over my cock like a good girl.”

The contrast between the hair pulling and the sudden softness of his voice and his praises was what finished you up. You felt your swollen clit erupt and you lost all strength in your, instantly falling face first on the pillows. You were so exhausted that you could only whine, feeling his load spread inside you and cover your insides in warmth.

He was still grinding against your ass, still buried to the hilt when he grabbed your jaw forcefully and raised your face to him, admiring it. Your lipgloss was smeared over your face, mascara running down your face from the tears of pleasure you had shed, your foundation was also covering the previously clean bedsheets, he had made a mess out of you and couldn’t be prouder.

He turned you towards the mirror, smiling wickedly.

“Look at you, don’t you look beautiful like that ? My cockdrunk little knight, all messy, creaming over me. That’s a good look on you don’t you think ?” He teased, smile full of authority and amusement

He watched you swallow back a sob when you felt him throb inside you. He wasn’t done with you this night either and this time he would make sure to keep you tightly held in his arms so that you wouldn’t run away.

In his sexual daze, and because of your willingness to submit to him for a night, he had forgotten something. The Doras were the best of the best, they had trained you to be the stealthiest soldier ever. And you were more than good. And because you had refused to use force on him, it didn’t mean you wouldn’t use your capacities to escape his grasp. You had to hand it to him though, he held you so tight you felt like he would crush you. But it felt so good, comforting. You were giving up on a big part of your life and this was the perfect way to say goodbye, on a pseudo good note.

When you finished silently escaping his grasp and dressing yourself, you kneeled in front of the bed, watching him. A part of you wished he would and try to keep you here, because you knew it would work this time. You were strong but not so much when it came to him. You smiled softly.

“You’re one annoying man Steven Grant Rogers… Lucky you’re cute though.” You whispered as you replaced a strand of his hair. Hopefully he’ll be well taken care of.

You remembered the letter you had given the King and Queen, instructions on how to handle him for the person who would take your place. They had gladly accepted them, knowing that this would probably make the work ten times easier for whoever was to take over. Hopefully they’ll be fine, you thought.

You kept looking at him and suddenly had the urge to kiss his cheek, so you did. Letting your lips linger a little more than what you’d want, making it harder to leave. You were just his knight, why was it so hard to go ? You weren’t that close either, simply sharing a boss/employee relationship. This was all too much attachment, you were attached to something that wasn’t real. That you wished fore deep down, but that wasn’t.

You inhaled deeply and got up, placing a note that you had written a little earlier. It was simple, but good enough. Clear, concise, honest, perfect.

You left the room silently, walking peacefully to the entrance, saying your last goodbyes to the people you crossed on your way out. You had taken your time, not rushing, hoping that he would wake up in time to force you back. He didn’t. For once, Steve Rogers slept peacefully, not waken up or disturbed by anything.

As you got in Okoye’s car, you smiled at her, wiping the little tear that fell of your eyes and wiping the ones that threatened to do the same. It was your choice and you were going to follow through with it.

When Steve woke up, he felt your absence and knew. You had slipped away from him again.

Sitting up and rubbing his face, he noticed how you had neatly folded his clothes and put them at the edge of the bed. Turning his head he noticed the little piece of paper. Taking it in his hands he red the singular phrase written on it. He chuckled, admiring the note for a second, could you believe it ? This was the first time he actually saw your writing. He was a fucking moron…

It was great to work for you Stevie.

…A very big one.

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TAGLIST ! :

@becca-e-barnes , @ilymarkchan ,@everythingbutnormal

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #prince to king!steve #knight!reader #woc reader #black reader #steve rodgers imagine #steve rogers smut #mcu imagine #prince to king!steve x knight!reader #female reader

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panickingpansexuality · 4 years ago

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Yandere Keigo wanting a family with you.

Keigo and you had been dating for a year when your mother decided that it was time that she met the man who's stolen you away from them. She wasn't exaggerating, you used to spend so much time with your family, your cousins, nieces, and nephews but for the past few months....he had stolen you away.

Keigo of course knew that he had stolen you away, had seen the texts with your mom abd dad, had been closely listening in on the video calls with the babies of your family. So when you begged him to go to your family reunion, saying that he could go too he was... hesitant to say the least. You were HIS and his alone!

You both arrived early, as you two walked up he sneaked an arm around your waist and whispered into your ear.

"Stay close to me ok songbird?"

"Keigo it'll be ok." You said, worried that he was starting to get anxiety. "They're nice people and you won't have to worry about them hurting you."

"It's not me I'm worried about birdie."

Your smile was so soft and genuine that he couldn't help but peck your cheek making you roll your eyes with a smile.

You were right, your grandpa and grandma were so happy to meet him that they hugged him almost as tightly as they hugged you. Your mother had complimented his wings, his looks, and demanded that you both sit and eat.

"You look so thin that if someone cooked you up, they wouldn't have enough to make a chicken leg."

Keigo chuckled at that, and gladly ate anything your mother insisted he tried. Your siblings were very polite to him, though suspicious as to why they hadn't been allowed to see you recently.

Your aunts and uncles seemed to take a quick liking to him as well, and made sure he wasnt overwhelmed by the chaos going on around you both.

Your dad wasnt the type to wait by the door with a shotgun, instead he questioned Keigo about anything but you're relationship with him.

He was so comfortable around them, and it felt...nice. It felt nice to be welcomed like this and he honestly wasn't sure if they were faking or not.

You were relieved, maybe he would let you stay with them more, go outside with them with you, and maybe...maybe calm down his increasingly protective behavior.

He looked over at you within the glorious and loving chaos, and took your hand. His eyes were so soft and warm like the old Keigo you once knew.

You leaamed forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom."

You left just as the doors burst open with four toddlers, one eight month old baby, and two seven year olds. They all stopped when they saw Hawks, even the baby who had been going after their siblings.

"Bird!" The youngest toddler said pointing to Hawks. "Birdie!"

You finished in the bathroom as quick as you could and coming from around the corner the youngest ones in your family all smiled and ran towards you, nearly knocking you off your feet.

"Hey guys!" You said hugging and kissing every last one of them. "You all got so big!"

Then your mother said it was time to eat, everyone got their plate and in the crowd Keigo lost you. He didn't grab a plate, his eyes searching for you in the crowd that is your entire family.

Finally he found you, surrounded by your younger family members, a toddler on your lap and several little ones eating around you.

The toddler of course didnt want to eat so they decided to share their food. With you, more specifically on you. Anyone else Kiego knew would be furious but instead you just laughed and lightly scolded the toddler and made sure they ate what they wanted to instead of getting it on you.

And then he was hooked:

Hooked on the idea of you being a mommy, of his being a daddy, of having your best full of baby chicks. He wanted to grab you from this house and take you home and make sure you would have his children

He wouldnt yet. Only because this was the first thing you had asked of him since he took you all those months ago and you had been a good little angel just for him.

You didn't notice how he looked at you the rest of the day, how he was watching you in a way that didnt even come off as weird to your family.

You noticed though when you got home, how he took you to bed and whispered how good of a mom you would, how much he wanted a family and the part that made you sick wasnt the fact that you knew you were trapped. It was the fact that:

You wanted a family with him too.

#bnha kegio #bnha #keigo x y/n #tamaki keigo #takami keigo x reader #mha yandere #yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #x reader #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader #mha x y/n

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kyotakumrau · 4 years ago

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2021.02.16 1st talk session of Meguro Rock-May-KanGIG at Zepp Yokohama

Zepp Yokohama is a such a nice venue, I really hope we will get to see dir play there live properly!

The concert recorded at Meguro RockMayKan was great! The setlist surprised me quite a lot (especially encore!!!)! And I think that was the smallest stage I ever saw dir on!😆 the footage definitely deserves a separate entry and I don't want to spoil anyone if they go to next events.

After the concert film screening staff quickly prepared the stage, bringing two long tables and four chairs, they also placed a water bottle at each seat.

Punctually (thank you for not repeating Nagoya's situation😆), at 3:30 Fujieda came on stage and started with greeting everyone, and asking us to greet the band members with applause.

After a moment of uncertainty (even as my heart was almost set it will be Kyo) Die came on stage with Kyo after him.٩( ˆoˆ )۶

They both looked super classy. Die had a dark grey suit with a long jacket, his usual award winning hair and wore sunglasses.

Kyo had a black jacket (with a round Chanel pin) and shirt, green hair, he wore glasses (not sunglasses).

When they sat (Kyo stood in front of the chair first until Fujieda gestured them to sit) F asked them to introduce themselves.

D: ども、Dieです

K: 京です

...and then F announced 'today is Kyo's birthday!' and a birthday song melody began to play😆

Kyo turned on his murder face glaring at Fujieda who happily observed 'oh what's this song?'😂

The soft Happy Birthday melody got then a guitar joining in and Takabayashi came on the stage carrying a small strawberry shortcake (with a chocolate message おめでとう京さん) which of course he placed in front of Kyo.

We couldn't sing but we clapped.

Kyo snatched a strawberry and popped it in his mouth. He gestured 'throat slashing' looking at Fujieda😂

And then ate another strawberry🍓😂

F: the song was made by Die.

K: (only interested in the cake) Could I get a fork?

(staff went to get him one)

F: how do you feel? (about your own birthday)

K: I don't care.

The fork arrived and Kyo literally dug in right in the middle, scooping a huge piece he put whole in his mouth.

Fujieda wisely left Kyo to his cake then and started talking about RMK footage. Die said they had hard time deciding on a tour or events like this in COVID situation. They also mentioned the secret show in 2009 was held in RMK.

Next Die talked about how nice it was to rehearse and play together with the band, first time since March, he was happy about the show, creating sound together as 5 people.

F: did you finish eating K?

K: yup

(there was last 🍓 left (out of 4 big ones), he ate about 25~35%?)

F: then tell us about recording the RockMayKan show!

K: the place was very narrow.

F: anything else?

K: Not really.

But then he added more, that as it has been a while it felt like the first day of the tour.

F: was there anything that was difficult? Was a struggle?

K: when recording I can do it at my own pace, I can do one song when I want, but that day it was back to performing over 10 songs all at once, it was tough, hard on my throat, energy/stamina wise.

But at the same time it was exciting, meet with other members, play music together, that was nice.

F: 2019 was filled with shows, it was busy, then things changed. So after a break to see an audience again got me nervous, in a good way.

Next F said had would like to talk about the release of Oboro.

D: what do you want to know?

F: so the song is not out yet, any hints?

D: it's gonna stay a secret for a bit more.

F: the 2nd track is TDFF？

D: (interesting letters ???didn't catch exactly) it's a powerful song.

F: how is Oboro for you Kyo?

K: quite fresh/refreshing

F: really?!

D: especially the video

...but then Kyo just burst with a whole speech how Fujieda always ask something and when he gets an aswer he didn't expect he doesn't react well, just says what he wants, is not listening to what Kyo says and... it went for a while😆

Next F moved to the topic of the merchandise and asked the band members which items they like.

K: the big badge, before the big pick was huge, shouldn't the badge be like this size (showing about 20cm with his hands). It bothered me from when I saw it. Isn't it just normal?

in the end they agreed it's just 'a bit big' 😂

F: how about for you, D?

D: the rubber key chains?

F: they got sold out very quickly, sorry to fans about that.

D: they are cute. And I like the wristbands too. The color combinations are nice.

T: the badge has the old band's logo, it brings me back

D talked about old times when artists made stickers like that, with logos, to put on their equipment, they worked a bit like business cards, he said he still have some at home.

T picked the rechargeable heat pack.

K: so it's to be used instead of heat packs? (ホッカイロ)

F: uh, it's already warm.

D: huh? Show me? (F passed it to him) it's like a phone that gets hot when charging.

Next they moved on to fans questions. ("~~" is a question from fans they read)

K (unusually picks the first question super fast): "what's your favourite cake?"

K: Well, the strawberry shortcake is good, but this one doesn't have strawberries inside, just some jam, it should have strawberries inside too.

(F so dead😂😂😂)

F: "what's your best or bad memory connected to birthdays?"

K: at a concert somewhere, it was quite long time ago, I got a present all wrapped and in a bag from a silver accessories brand I liked, so nicely wrapped, I opened it and it was empty, isn't that really strange? I looked at the attached letter and it said the person is keeping the item for themselves. It annoyed me so much, the worst bd memory ever.

☹️

F: how about you D?

D: it's not exactly bad memory, but many band members have birthdays in February, in the past when we were still giving each other presents Toshiya and I had to think what to get for 3 people, it was always tough. We stopped that at some point.

T: "any memory/story about China Town?"

D: I like China Town

T: do you go often?

D: sometimes. But only to my favorite restaurants. (?? Talked more about the stadium?)

T: do you usually order the same thing?

D: Mabodofu, the spicy version

(then I think he said something like there's no point in overdoing spicyness, it's not healthy??)

K: I don't know which restaurants are good so I get annoyed. I don't know what decides it's a good one or not.

F: I don't go, but I'd like to.

then they talked about the types of Chinese food and food they tried when in other Asian countries.

K: when we were touring in the US I ordered Chinese abd it was terrible, it was all bad. The egg soup was all clumpy, so bad.

D: "any stories about RockMayKan?"

D: honestly I don't have good memories with this venue, when with a previous band we played together with more senior bands and they took over the dressing room, we couldn't use it, and we also had to greet all senpai musicians.

K: remember when Shinya sat on the lockers? Like on top of the 170cm lockers?

D: was it in Nagoya?

K: he's done his make up there, like a cat or something

D: Shinya climbed a locker and made a space for himself there

K: He's not exactly human. Normally you would not even consider climbing a locker...

D: we usually did our make up on the stairs, didn't use changing room. When we played at RMK as dir for the first time I saw 'this is the changing room!'

He also talked about how the hair spray used by all the bandomen would stink up the whole place 😂

F: "what do you usually wear to sleep?"

K: just underwear. Doesn't matter if it's summer or winter I want to feel the towel like fabric, I use towel cloth for my bedding, I want my whole body to feel it so there's no point in wearing pajamas.

D: at home...wait you mean my home or my family house? At my parents' I always wear the pajama my mum got me, currently the Mickey Mouse one. I only have that one there.

K( with sudden interest): can you draw it?

D: it's about this big, quite big print. The one I wear at home, it wasn't sent by my mum.

K: not Mickey one??

D: that's Nightmare Before Christmas.

K: Disney theme?

D: this one has a face in the front.

K: do you change characters (for pajamas) every year?

D: this year it's Nightmare.

Next was something they wanted to say to F. K chose to comment on his haircut, because it's asymmetric K is bothered that it will end as an uzumaki in the back. They talked more about F's style.

F: "I'd like you to tell us about your costumes you wore for RMK show".

D: I wanted something motovating so red colour.

K: I had no special reasoning, just what I wanted to wear then.

D: "have you gotten any food delivery?"

He said he only got it once or not much, I think he said he's not fond of shops that don't do it properly, but when recording it's good???

F: Shinya said he orders Uber almost everyday.

K: I only got Uber once.

F: what did you get?

K: Burger King. I quit McDonalds. After eating Burger King I can't go back to McDonalds.

They talked about sizes of burger here?? Whooper versus Junior Whooper?

F: So McD is not good?

K: the meat taste is different. McDonald now tastes like trash.

F: what about the Mc fries, when they get a bit soft.

K: not only a bit. Gross.

D: in the US we usually also have some American staff, when we had some time and we went to eat out, it was funny, American staff went for sushi, Shinya went for McDonalds.

F: was it last time?

D: no, quite some time ago.

F: when did you eat McDonalds the last time?

D: I also don't eat it, it's been some time already.

They talked more about the food, some restaurants D liked in the US (didn't catch the name🙃 but in Sacramento?), then F talked more about event schedule and the time was over.

Last comments from the band members:

Die: From today the new series of film screening starts, thank you for coming to the first day. So well... the band is working on the new album while coming to the events at the same time, we're working on creating a great album. Please come amd enjoy the events.

Kyo: I don't have a special thing to say. Many of you will be coming to few or many events and will end up with many t-shirts, you can do whatever with them, even use them as a doormat, there are many ways to use them, no problem for the whole year.

#dir en grey #kyo #京 #die #目黒鹿鳴館gig #爆音会 #attempt at live report

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samshogwarts · 3 years ago

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Omg. Of course, a Nazi would send his MC to a Nazi school to learn evil magic. It couldn't be more conspicuous!

People like you are the worst!

Okay, I'll try to make the whole review thing happen. I think that you are the same person that bads my MC X Charlie Weasley shipping too. I can't deny that your Asks hurt me and almost made me quit Tumblr. But I never responded to this news because I would have waited for you to be a victory. But once again I am called a Nazi by you and I would have to name your "evidence" for it.

1. I am German, yes. And I see no reason to hide this fact. Of course I know the history of my country and I am sure I know more about it than you.

2. Samantha is blond. This was also a proof for you, that I am a Nazi. Yes Samantha is blond because the OC is inspired by a blond Videogame character.

3. I have no OC with dark skin color. Ok, this is true. I have no OC with dark skin color, but I didn't there is a "checklist not to be nazi" 🤔

4. According to you I have a Problem woth other Religions. Mh...if you mean with other ALL Religions, I have to admit, you are a bit right. I have a Problem with Religions, because they are made by humans for me. But that doesn't mean I do not believe. I am no fan of the System of Religions, but if someone is in a Religions etc, it's okay for me. I also believe that believing in a religion gives you strength and of course churches and religions also do a lot of good. Still, it's not mine and I've had rather negative experiences. But everyone should believe in what they want.

For the whole "Falreshin/samshogwarts is a Nazi" I have even more food for the troll.

I am not just a german, I was also born in Berlin! My natural hair color is blond. I have blue eyes. I can speak with Berlin accent. My last Name hast somethibg to do with beer. So have fun with it.

Oh! And my hphml MC will be A GERMAN! HAHAHAHAHA!

I am proud to be german, because beside 2 ww, germany did a lot of good things and had amazing ppl. Many scientists, researchers, scholars and artists came from Germany. And without them we wouldn't live the way we do today.

To your Sam x Charlie hate.

I know the sexuality of Charlie Weasley is a difficult topic. Also I know some other ppl ship their OC with him etc etc. I already made a Post about it and to be honest, I don't really like to explain myself for this shipping.

There is a reason why I ship them and over the time, i even really enjoy this ship and know there are ppl outside who do as well.

.............

You worked the whole year so hard to destroy my Motivationnso hard, that I even started to believe what you said. I lost my motivation and I was afraid to post stuff on this blog.

But let's be honest. That's stupid! I am a full grown adult and who know where you are sitting! So why do I care about what you think? I also never answered your ask or deactiv the anon ask Option because it would felt like a lose to you for me.

But I don't want that anymore. I am still a person who belive a hater lore than compliments and this is stupid.

Ppl encourage me to fight back. Abd this is what I am doing now. If you don't like my content, I have no Problems with that. Also tjat you think I am the worst. Because I dont want to suot ppls like you. So have fun and Joy in your like, because from now on, I will Post aaaaaaaaaallllll the shit I want to and I will be happy about it.

And with the words of @stupendousbookworm:

GOFFIK BITCH

For everyone else: If ever post something you are not sure about, makes you feel uncomftable or make you have some questions - ask me! I am a open book and I have no Problem talking about the history of my country. So don't worry about that.

#anon ask #flare is serious #serious talk now #I laughed so hard about the pic

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Nekoma!Manager!Male!Reader

a/n: never written male reader before but this was a funny request and i really do see the irony in this

anon request:

absolutely LOVED your seijoh hcs! you said you wanted to do the other schools so i thought, how about nekoma but with a MALE manager bc it would be so ironic to have a male god as their manager rather than a goddess that they always talked about!! thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

yall the nekoma fanchant is literally stuck in my head

hehe uwu lets step on the pedal

ong jesus take the wheel pls

so basically,,,

being the nekoma manager is a MESS

lets say youre a second year and was only the manager bc you were begged into taking the job

like wouldnt leave you alone and pestered you 25/8, screaming about needing their own god manager

also just because, you are fairly popular and you have your own fanclub of girls in nekoma and they thought it would give them more exposure and more chances w girls :’)

tora was actually the first who came up to you and begged you to be their manager during class one day bc they are in need of one but they arent allowed to have a girl manager so he turned to having a handsome male

‘I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IT HAS TO BE A BOY’

‘so you wont be all over him abd be distracted w showing off’

‘WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY SE-’

‘tora, please’

initially, you refused bc you just couldnt be bothered to be part of a club where you basically babysit a bunch of overgrown children

but kenma, your childhood friend, was the team’s last attempt to get you in since kuroo mentioned that he was the only one you listened to

‘kenma, babie, i love you, but i am your friend, not your nanny. so unless i am paid, i will not waste my time taking care of of all of you. especially that chicken head’

‘y/n, yaku is on his last leg here. we really need a manager and we need it fast’

‘you went for years without one so why do you need it?’

‘we’re scared that nekomata would just drop dead any minute now’

‘yanno? im surprised hes even still alive with yall’

‘....... ill show your fangirls that picture of you when we were 5 when-’

‘okay, kenma. rude about the blackmail but okay. dont expect me to be the maid or anything’

nope, you were actually the maid

and the cook

and the nanny

and the laundry person

the everything

it baffles you that kuroo is about to graduate next year yet he still doesnt know the difference between fabric softener and detergent

the amount of times you sent him to pick up more and only to send him back when he ended up buying 2 softeners or 2 detergents

‘they all look the same!’

‘kuroo tetsuro cAN yOu NoT rEAd?!’

ngl i still mix them up sometimes

during matches, youre basically their mother, their nanny, and nekomata’s notetaker, and their personal cheerleader

naoi, the other coach guy, and coach nekomata has adopted you as a son bc of how hard you work and the less the burden is on them

like your notes about their playing percentages really works and helps them and added with the chores you do for the team?

godsend

also, lets put your popularity in here

you dress with a white shirt and zip up your red nekoma jacket with your red sweatpants so you look like one of the players, right?

but how come every time they have practice, youre the only one with the fangirls in the bleachers?

youre literally wearing the same thing as them yet youre the only one who gets looked at?!

even kuroo, who was quite good looking, doesnt have that many girls pining after him yet you, resident anti-tryhard, seems to get the female population to fall for you just by doing the simplest things like breathing

youd be doing normal things like using your whistle as you hold a clipboard and girls would be screeching at you

‘omg m/n is so hot!’

‘hes just !!!! uuggghhhh’

‘siri how to be a whistle?’

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today

tora complains about it all the time bc first, they cant have a beautiful manager, two, they have a pretty boy who’s taking the attention away

‘SO NOT FAIR! M/N, TURN UGLY!’

you bonk him on the head in anger and threaten to quit all the time

‘say that again and you’ll be filling your own water bottles tomorrow’

but in truth though, the guys really do appreciate you and everything you do

they know that you balance them with your personal life and classes and still make time to do their laundry and make them food

so they have started easing off the burden and weight off of your shoulders

at first, you were very suspicious when they told you that they already filled their water bottles

‘huh? i didnt think you even knew where the water fountain was’

‘wym weve been doing this for years’

-kuroo

then, you heard kuroo tell the others to put their sweaty jerseys in the basket in the corner of the room and for the last person to carry it to the laundromat

‘um, sir, we dont want to have another pink jersey disaster again’

you stopped inuoka from lugging the basket but he shook his head and gave you a wide grin

‘nope, m/n-senpai! i’ll carry it for you! i’m strong, see?’

he flexed his right arm muscle while holding the basket with one hand but it was too heavy so it fell to the ground, spilling out all the practice jerseys

you sighed before bending down to pick them up and babie inuoka’s eyes watered, thinking you were mad at him

‘gomen, senpai’

he whispered but you looked up at him from your position

his watery eyes made you frantically stand up and wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs

‘inu-kun, why are you crying? you said you were strong right? dont cry over silly things, okay?’

he nodded and you were still confused as to why he was so emotional but you patted his fluffy hair

‘now cmon, lets go take these to the shop’

unbeknownst to you, the team was actually seething from behind the wall

naturally, as a,,, manager,, you became their,,, energy??

like the slightest affections from you made their health bar increase tenfold and they didnt necessarily have any intentions towards you

you were like,,, their own,,,, happy drug?? like a human seratonin??

just the fact that they had someone like you to fall back on and give them love when they lost or something

it was comforting

usually it was just the team’s responsibility to throw away their own sadness and comfort each other

but with you,,,

they could easily cry with no fear and you would comfort them until they didnt need to be comforted anymore

eventually, they ended up straight out competing against each other on who would get the most affection

clearly, inuoka used his first year card and everyone knew you were soft for your kouhais

like you would just grab them and hug them because of how cute they were

uwu especially lev?!

he may be a giant but hes just a really REALLY REALLY BIG CAT

;)

LEV LIVES TO HUG YOU

like the mans is beanstalk level of height and despite the age difference, he just picks you up and cuddles you and youre just like ‘okay, let it out babie’

DKSFJSLD ANYWAYS

you are always a hot topic w all the students in nekoma and even some in other schools

like during training camp, bro you making everyone question their sexuality

omg akaashi and you are probably the prettiest people there and can i just say how everyone cant focus on a practice match bc youd be laughing together or something and they havent heard anything so beautiful??

and the kitties get really defensive over you and hiss at anyone who even tries to approach you

hiss hiss

DKJFSLKDFJDWHAT IF EVERYONE IN THE TEAM IS BI

OMG WHAT

like the little touches from you make them so red and confident gays like kuroo and bokuto call you out on them and tease you

while the quiet ones like akaashi and kenma are just blushing and stutter and you tease them instead?

*inhale* BOI *exhale*

the uke and seme dynamic is real on this one

however, there are times when the turned tables

there was that one day that you were seriously questioning if bokuto wore leggings or just really high knee pads and you cornered him after baths to just figure it out

like our poor confident boi turned to a shy babie and shrunk against the wall, covering his red face

‘y-y/n-kun’

‘bo-san, i just want to know’

DKFSJLKDFJFJSDKIM DYING OVER HERE LIKE PLEASE I DONT OWN Y/N

after seeing the smidge of skin at the top of the kneepad, you nodded and brushed your fingertips over the flesh

‘hmm~ so i was right~’

FROM THEN ON POOR BABIE OWL COULDNT LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!!!!!!

it worried everyone so much when bokuto would glance at you in the sidelines and he would competely miss akaashi’s set bc his eyes would focus on you rather than the ball

like he absolutely couldnt take his eyes off of you and when you do turn to meet his eyes, he shrinks back and looks away, completely missing your amused smirk

now, your kitties werent happy about that

theyre very protective of you and they felt that this owl could snatch you right up and fly away

and kuroo, being the captain and the head of the familia, took it upon himself and dragged you to the back of the gym while the others were practicing

kurat pushed you against the wall and basically kabedonned you

KUROO IS LIKE 6′2 OR 190 CM I CANT

‘you seem close with bokuto, l/n. almost, too,, close’

an amused smirk etched itself on your lips and you pressed a hand on his chest

‘oya~? captain-san, am i being punished?’

SFDKLFSJKLDFJL SIR Y/N IS SUPPOSED TO RADIATE SEME ENERGY BUT HE ISNT AND I CANNOT-

ofc he was taken aback by your flirty attitude but he smirked and softly brushed away your bangs that slightly covered your eyes

‘hmm~~ depends, y/n-kun. are you going to be a good kitty and stay with the clowder? or are you going to stay with those pesky chickens~?’

DKFLSJDKFJSL BRO DID YOU KNOW A GROUP OF CATS IS CALLED A CLOWDER?! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT BUT I HAVE A FEELING KUROO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BC HE BIG BRAIN

you chuckled and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders

but your hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head and harshly pulled him to be closer to you

your eyes blinked innocently but your sharp teeth were shown from your malicious grin

‘ive always been a bad kitty, captain. so i dont care what you say because you cant tell me what to do~’

👀👀👀👀

imagine what happens next bc i cant write something unholy

anyways

so you learned that tetsu CAN in fact tell you what to do and you avoided everyone else which caused them to wonder but one look at your neck

well,,,,,

you got attacked by a cat

a cat named tetsu

SKDFLJSDKFJSLKUROO IS THE ONLY SEME YOU CLASH WITH

THE OTHERS ARE ALL UKE

EVEN BEEFY BUFF CAKE BOI BO

but you toned it down to not be attacked again

ngl the whole team was all jealous and they even whined to kuroo about it

‘thats not fair!!!!’

‘stop abusing your role as captain!!!!’

they hated the fact that kuroo got you first so they all rally over to keep you away from him

like baby kenma would nudge you over and bring him to sit next to you, saying he needs you to help him with a certain level

‘kenny, im not sure how to play this game’

‘hmm,,,, youre a quick learner, y/n, and youre really quick with your fingers so you could pass to the next level’

*insert lenny face*

‘oya? and you would know how, kenny?’

and baby kenny would fluster a little before glomping to your side and burying his face into your shoulder to hide away

the first years would absolutely use their kouhai priviledges and bring you over to help them with ‘homework’

‘you guys realize i passed because kuroo would beat me into studying right?’

‘but senpai! you mustve learned a thing or two in your classes!’

‘bold of you to assume i was even awake in my classes’

but they still make you spend hours trying to help them which turn into just messing around

KSDLFJSDKFJD MOVIE NIGHTS YOU GUYS THATS IT!!

there isnt really a single calm moment in your guys’ practice

poor you have already started seeing lot of gray hairs

you literally decline every single confession just because youre too busy for a date and you cant handle having to take care of another person

its like youre dating the whole team!!

soon the entire school have just accepted the fact that you are just simply not in the market anymore just because you joined the club

not because youre actually taken by a girlfriend but youre taken by a bunch of teenage males

imagine how that works out

anyways

youre not really the best volleyball player out there but you know a thing or two

well,,, its more like your stamina doesnt allow you to play long bc a single lap literally destroys your lungs

but you still know when yaku complains about having a shaky receive

‘oh, momo-senpai, youre bending your knees too low so gravity is pushing down on your-’

ugh chemistry i hate it

despite your lack of athletic or physical skills, they still appreciate you for your keen eyes, your caring nature, and your overall looks that give them motivation to play harder to impress you personality :)

all the boys love you

and tbh

you love your boys too

even though it was a blackmail caused event,

you still would’ve joined otherwise

this is kinda short but its going to be longer if i find some plots or somebody asks for a plotline that i can write about for a long time

anyways

byeeeee :)))))

a/n: this isnt exactly the best manager one ive written but ill probably find a good prompt for this or again as stated ^^ someone sends in an ask for it and ill write a story for our favorite male manager :’D

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multi-fandom-freak0221 · 4 years ago

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If Your Done With Embarrassing Me On Your Own Won't You Go Ahead and Tell Them

Oh my god y'all have just blown me away. I was not expect so much positive feed back. I was screaming so much I could not Believe how much you guys liked that. And so many people are asking to be tagged in the next part thank you guys so much. Also can I just say moving from Google Docs to Tumblr was a bitch to do and I hated it. But y'all inspired me so much that I decided to just go ahead and type it up on tumblr and move it to Google Docs afterwards.

This part's title is from "Impossible" by Shontelle. The song in this part is "Young Volcanoes" by Fall Out Boy

This is Part 2 of my fic based on @misashabunbun 's Love of Three.

Part 1

Tagging List (I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I NEED ONE.):

@thestressmademedoit @colorfulmongerpsychicranch @lizziejay @indecisive-mess-named-me @captainmac6 @luveverything12 @kris-pines04 @brokenwordsarehard2

To say Marinette was busy would be an understatement. Between working with Luka and Uncle Jagged producing her album as Neon Titanium and her friends insisting that they help heal her brokenheart she felt like she was caught in a whirl wind. But it was nice she had fun. Luka and Uncle Jagged knew how to turn the hard work of producing music into a fun experience while still being efficient. And her friends they had her laughing harder than she laughed in while and smiling brighter than their resident sunshine child. They did everything they could think off.

She went shopping with Chloe and Kagami. She watched horror movies with Alix, Nathaniel, and Adrien. Marc and Luka let her rant to them which turned into a crying session which then turned into a meditation session. And on top of that her and Peter hung out as well. Whether they just worked in silence together on their respective projects or they were pranking Uncle Tony, kwami did she have fun renaming the protocols on the Iron Man suit. Soon Peter easily fit his way into her group of friends abd he fit in perfectly. Everyone got along with him.

But he wasn't the last to join their ragtag group. Everyone was shocked when Felix Graham De Vanily came to their group offering Marinette condolences on her lost engagement. He was sincere and courteous so of course no one was surprised when Marinette invited him to join in the currently planned game of dodgeball, except maybe Felix himself. But nonetheless he joined in the competition and found himself hanging out with the rest of the group as well. Soon his cold off-standish demeanor was traded for sly smirks and slick humor that nobody caught at first except Marinette and Peter who would laugh openly at his responses.

Soon enough Felix was a part of the group and felt comfortable letting his guard down. It help that they didn't treat him as the Graham De Vanily heir or Adrien's asshole cousin. They treat him like Felix, the boy who while very proper cried watching Big Hero 6. Also the boy who slam dunked on Adrien without breaking a sweat. Yet he still is the master of backhanded compliments and insulting people with a smile and having them thank him. He could truly be himself and he was thankful.

And while he easily was getting along with everyone, anyone with easy could see he had a soft spot for Peter and Marinette in general. It was in the way his face would soften when looking at them. Or the way he would smile when Marinette would get excited over something. Or the way he always paid attention to Peter when he was geeking out. It was the way he softly teased them over their height, Marinette being the shortest of the group and Peter only being taller than Marinette and Alix. And everyone knew Marinette's heart was still healing, so it came no surprise when Felix and Peter started dating. And while everyone was happy for them no one, but Marinette herself missed the looks of longing both boys would send towards her.

Believe it or not Felix was not the most surprising addition to their friend group. No the last addition came soon after Marinette formally did an interview after too much press took notice of Damian Wayne's fiancee being seen for the first time in almost a year, in New York of all places.

She remembered Uncle Tony setting up the interview with someone he trusted. She was glad that this was only an interview as Damian Wayne's (ex) fiancee and not MDC or Neon Titanium. She can only imagine how big a deal it will be when she reveals. But that was future Marinette's problem. Present Marinette had to focus on what to say without giving too much details because no matter how much he deserved it, she didn't want to throw Damian to wolves like that. She settled on saying that she was going through some things and no longer was content in Gotham. She claimed that she decided it was in her best interest to leave, but she didn't want to make a big deal about which is why nothing had been said until now.

The interview went well and everyone accepted her answers. It was released about a month after she left Damian and two weeks since Peter and Felix started dating. She still got news alerts for Gotham so she was waiting with baited breath for her interview to reach the Gotham, but it never seemed to. No announcements from WE or the Wayne family in general. She couldn't say it didn't hurt that no one even realized she was gone yet. But what hurt more was when 2 weeks after her interview she got an alert from Gotham Gazette saying the Damian claimed they set a date for their wedding. She cried that day. How could he not even notice she was gone? Was he so used to lying about her and their relationship that he didn't even give a second thought to what he was saying any more? And while she despaired, she relished in the fact that her friends did not let her be alone. Her face was buried in Peter's neck, she was sat on Felix's lap, Chole was threading her fingers through her hair, her feet laid over Peter legs and settled on Marc's, Adrien sat on the floor in front of Felix a hand rest on her back and everyone gathered around as close as possible trying to physically reassure her. Luka was even humming softly. She appreciated all the love amd support she had and soon she was feeling much better. Eventually it turned into a puppy pile napping session and if she ended up curled up between Peter and Felix? Eh, nobody said anything.

It was these series of events that led to their newest and by far strangest addition to their friend group. Here it was, two days after Damian's announcement and here in front of her stands no other than Jonathan Kent, Damian's best friend.

"Hey, Mari. It's been a while, huh?" She could admit Jon looked nervous. The way he wouldn't meet her eyes and how his hand was rubbing his neck. But him bring nervous did nothing to calm her nerves about why he was even here.

Marinette took a deep breath and drew as much of her inner Ladybug as she could. "Why are you here, Jonathan?"

Jon flinched at how she used his full name. "I'm so sorry, Nette. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I didn't push harder. You were my friend too. I should have checked on you. Damian was such a good liar, I never knew. I should have known but I didn't and that doesn't excuse the fact that I wasn't there for you." Jon took a deep breath and finally met her eyes before speaking again. "But I'm going to do better, Nette. Whatever you need just say the word. Even if it means leaving. When we saw your interview Dad told Uncle Bruce to make sure his family was in order especially his youngest. He didn't give any details and Uncle Bruce got offended. I guess he did end up talking to Damian, but Damian doubled down on his lies and his family is believing him. But I know better because I saw what you said and I know even that wasn't the whole truth. So I want you to know I'm on your side."

Marinette was silent for a minute she study him and his words. The way she was looking at him made Jon feel like his whole soul was being judged, but he didn't dare look away. He needed her to know he meant it and that he was truly sorry for not being for. After a minute that felt like hours Marinette smiled softly at him. "I could always appreciate a hug from a friend." She held her arm open and Jon surged forward and hugged her tightly lifting her off the ground.

Marinette giggled a bit before he set her down. "Thanks, Jon for being here for me. I know Damian is you best friend-"

"He lost that right when he decided to lie to me repeatedly for his own benefit." Jon looked uncharacteristically upset at the fact.

"Well if you're in need of some more good friends, I know a group you should meet. Come on, we're about to have a pool day. I'm sure I have some swim trunks I've designed that you could probably fit. "

After they changed intl their respective swimwear, Mari led Jon to her Uncle Tony's pool where the rest of her friends were already waiting. "Hey guys! I'd like you to meet my friend Jon. He's in need of some good company."

Those who recognized Jon looked up surprised before see his nervous fidgeting and hearing Marinette's last sentence before nodding in understand. It was Peter who spoke up first. "Well any friend of Mari's is welcome with us. Come on we were about to play chicken fight!" And just like that their pool party was in swing. The played a couple pool games and had some snacks before Marinette decided to play some music. Soon a familiar tune was playing over the speakers.

When Rome's in ruins

It was Chole who started singing along first sitting laying on one of the pool chairs. In between Alix and Kagami.

We are the lions

Free of the colosseum.

In fields of poison

We're anitvenom

We're the beginning of the end.

Soon Alix was singing the next part as Chloe finished the first part.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

It's all over now

Before it has begun

We've already won

Luka was quick to pick up the chorus while trying to get everyone to join in with him.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

While everyone was distracted with singing Luka had Adrien and Jon sneak with him behind the girls in the pool chair. Each of them grabbed one and threw them in the water. Luka grabbed Kagami, Adrien grabbed Chloe and Jon grabbed Alix.

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

As everyone else's singing tapered off into laughing, Marinette picked up the next part solo as she walked to the diving board and climbed up.

Come on, make it easy, say I never mattered

Run it up the flag pole,

She ended her singing with a cannonball into the pool. Peter picked it up from his place in Felix's arms.

We will teach you how to make boys next door out of assholes

He sung his verse looking at Felix the whole time, who scoffed jokingly when Peter winked at him, but gave a him a kiss after he was done singing. Marc and Nathaniel picked up where he left off dueting together.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

And it's all over now

Before it has begun

We've already won

Soon everyone was singing along again to the chorus playing around splashing each other.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

Soon everybody had calmed down slightly singing a little quieter. Marinette her self was floating on her back towards the center of the pool. Smiling at all her support around her.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

As the song ended Jon was the first to speak. "What the fuck is in the water in Paris that makes y'all so talented?"

Peter laughed as he easily agreed, "That's what I said!"

Adrien chuckled at the Americans in their group antics. "To be fair, Felix is from London and Kagami is from Japan."

"Still! That is crazy. And Marinette I never knew you could sing like that!" Jon looked over towards the bluenette, his eyes softening at her.

Marinette giggled. "Neither did the rest of the world until Neon Titanium featured in Luka's last single."

"What?!" Jon exclaimed. "You're Neon Titanium?! I loved that song! Nette you're even more amazing than I thought."

Luka threw his hand up saying "Here, here." Making Marinette blush as all her friends joined in on complimenting her.

About a 3 weeks later, Marinette found herself working on a dress for her debut as Neon Titanium which uncle Tony insisted she do at a gala he's throwing. Which she suspects he's throwing just for her to debut because there was absolutely no gala planned before.

That was what she was doing when Jon, Felix, and Peter found her. It didn't take long for Jon to fit in with group. And with how often he stayed with them in New York instead of going back to Metropolis, no one was surprised when he started dating Peter and Felix. Marinette was happy for them even though it seemed like everyone was in happy relationships but her. But she knew she still had some things to work out before returning to the dating scene.

As they approached Marinette paused her sketching to look at her friends. "What's up guys? You needed something?"

The 3 boys looked at each other before Peter spoke up. "Yeah, actually. We wanted to tell you something." He rubbed the back of his neck before letting out a sigh. "We like you Marinette. A lot. And we would love for you to date us."

Marinette could feel the rejection on her tongue, but before she could say a word Jon cut her off.

"Let us finish first Nette. Please. After we're done you can tell us to never bother you again, but just let us get this out." Jon pleaded at her. Marinette just nodded and let them continue.

"We all like you a lot," Felix started his words very sincere. "But we all know that your still healing. We only told you because we thought it would be fair for you to know."

It almost seemed as they had planned and rehearsed for this because Peter effortlessly picked up after Felix. "We're not trying to guilt you into dating us because at the end of the day it is still you decision. And we know it may be some time before your ready to even consider dating us, but we're willing to wait."

Jon grabbed her hands as he prepared to finish them out. "We just want you to know how amazing we think you are. We'll be beyond lucky if you decide to date us when you're ready to make that choice. And until you are we're still your friends and we'll continue helping you heal and be better how ever you want us to. And if you decide you don't see us that way we'll still be some of your closest friends because having you in our lives is a blessing Nette."

Soon they all seemed to be holding one of her hands as they finished what they had to say. Marinette had silent tears streaming down her face, but the big smile she had eased away their worries. She pulled them into a tight hug for a moment before pulling back.

"You guys are the absolute best friends a girl can have." She smiled at them gratefully. "You're right that I'm not ready yet, but when I am, you guys will be the first people I consider dating. Promise. Now do you guys wanna see the designs I'm considering for my reveal?"

As the boys gathered around Marinette for her to show them her sketchbook she thought to herself with a smile.

I might not be quite okay yet, but with all the great people I have on my side, I know I will be soon.

#dc x miraculous #marivenger #maribat salt #marijon #felinette #spideybug #ex daminette #OT4 YALL #ITS A COMING #Am i projecting my poly ass?#yes yes i am #give me 3 SOs to love and be loved by dammit!#im a hot mess #maribat #Neon Titanium

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hekate1308 · 3 years ago

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What’s To Come What Is Ahead, A Destiel Christmas Calendar, Chapter 9

Masterpost

AO3

Now, Dean had known Sam since he was a kid. As such, he always knew when he had done something he was aware of he probably shouldn’t have, mostly because back then, he had relied on Dean to fix things before his Dad returned and made his life a living hell (Dean knew that John Winchester, too, had descended from his brother, but had always blamed some bad gene that had made him go crazy, and he sure as hell hadn’t felt bad when he’d wrapped his car around a lamp post. However, despite Crowley’s insinuations, it had happen in summer time, and there had been no ice on the road, so Dean hadn’t been responsible, which in hindsight he was somewhat grateful for because he didn’t want this to lie on his – whatever it was he had instead of a soul).

Abd so, when he walked up to Sam standing in front of the diner and he looked like he’d accidentally broken a plate when his back had been turned he demanded, “What have you done now?”

“Do I have to do anything? Maybe I’m just glad you’re here?”

“Then I’d say we should get you to the doctor’s, because man, your happiness looks very much like constipation.”

Sam gave him one of his patented bitch faces then said, “Promise not to be angry.”

“Nope”. As if he even had to ask – Dean could count the number of times he had been angry, really nary, with Sam on his fingers, and even then, he had forgiven him instantly once he had apologized or made some other form of amends. It did, however, tell him that Sam had indeed been making plans behind his back; his one consolation was that Sam didn’t like Crowley much, so these two couldn’t be working together (God that would have been awful. Please let they never get along). “So, what is it?”

Sam swallowed then rushed out,” I invited Castiel to come eat with us.”

Dean blinked. Good Lord. “Why?” he demanded.

“Well… you seemed… intrigued by him. Because he can see and hear you. Ands I thought it might be nice for you to have someone else to talk to, someone who is not Crowley.

“Hey, Crowley’s alright.”

“You keep telling me that, but Dean, he’s the king of hell –“

“Someone has to do the job” he pointed out for the millionth time. “And I don t see any volunteers… I mean, I probably could, but why should I? Demons are a nasty bunch”. Crowley not excluded, but he was still the best of them all, not that Dean would ever admit so in his hearing, and he was good company.

Just like someone else, in fact, and therefore, his thoughts quickly returned to… “You aske Castiel to accompany us?”

Maybe Sam was tired of their shared lunches and wanted someone with a pulse to compliment his meal. But no… the way he was looking at Dean… “What do you think is going to happen?” he wondered.

“I am not counting on anything to happen:” Alright, Dean was calling bullshit on this one, because again, he knew Sam, and Sam always, always thought things through, so much so that he had more than once tried him to be more stomatous and had often failed.

“Right” he said. “Right. So we’ll eat, and we’ll talk, and that’s it. I don’t think Castiel is into dead folk.”

As always when Dean described himself as such, Sam made a face, but there was no point in pretending. Oh, Sam tried, with him talking about his brother and doing his best to act like his childhood had been normal (Dean sometimes worried about that. Should he have tried to alert the authorities, maybe asked Crowley, instead of just showing up as an imaginary friend? Thing was, that had always worked before, so he had automatically done what he did best – how could he have known this would lead to – having a lunch date with Sam as a chaperon?) but it hadn’t been, and never would be, no matter what happened.

“Well, just be nice to him, that’s all I ask.”

“What are you talking about? I’m a joy to be around!”

“Of course” Sam muttered and then something else that Dean did his best to overhear.

They had barely sat down when Castiel arrived, smiling at them both in a way that made Dean’s heart speed up (or would have if his heart had still been beating – he had almost forgotten the sensation. It had been so long. On the other hand, Crowley always claimed that he was remarkably human for someone who had spent much more time non-human, whatever that meant).

“Hello, Dean.”

“Hey, Cas.”

He only realized when Sam glanced at him that he had given Cas a nickname.

Well. Weren’t things going smoothly.

#my writings #spn #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #christmas calendar

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rabble-dabble · 4 years ago

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The Cancer King's Court ~ The Mourning Mother

Kanaya Maryam/The Mourning Mother

This Kanaya got her happy ending.

She made it to Earth C. She married the woman she loved, started a functioning moralliegence with Vriska now that she’s genuinely interested in bettering herself, and set up a peaceful little home in the suburbs. She got John to do her a favor and take her to a God-Tier bed. No one knows for sure how long Rainbow drinkers live and she wants to spare Rose the heartache.

After a few years of being happily married, the couple decides they want a baby, so they adopt a beautiful baby girl. With Rose’s help, Kanaya makes her way through this strange thing humans call motherhood.

Young Stacey Maryam-Lalonde gives her poor mothers many scares growing up. Rose took a photo for all of then.

Rose gave her an eldritch tome when she was five. She ended up summoning a horde of the undead and Kanaya had to cut down hordes of zombies at three am. Rose agreed to wait until she’s older to give the book back.

At age eight, Stacey convinced her teacher to read The Call of Cthulhu to the class. She got suspended. Rose gave her daughter a lecture, even if she was a little bit proud.

At age ten, Stacey met her first bullies. That was the day everyone at school learned that she had a scary vampire goddess for a mother. Her bullies would never forget.

“My dear, are you certain that you didn’t go overboard?”

“You Would’ve Done The Exact Same Thing.”

“…Touche.”

At age twelve, she had to spend the week at her Uncles John and Karkat’s house. John enlisted her to help him prank Karkat. The resulting prank war burnt the house down and the two had to stay at the Maryam-Lalonde household for the week. How those two made it to adulthood, neither Rose nor Kanaya would never know.

At seventeen, Stacey graduate from High School on the high honor roll. During there ceremony, Kanaya whispered to Rose, “This Is The Best Gift You’ve Ever Given Me.” They cried. A lot.

Then cane Stacey’s eighteenth birthday.

It was a camping trip. Jade had nanaged to get Stacey interested in outdoor exploration, so she took her truck and brought her friends out into the forest. Kanaya wanted to chaperone, but Stacey insisted she could handle herself.

“Don’t You Summon The Undead Again Young Lady.”

“Moooom, I was three! I’ll be fine.”

“I Know, I Know. …I’m So Proud Of You.”

While exploring, Stacey discovered a fridge, covered in chains a locked shut.

…Then she discovered the troll inside.

It took three weeks for them to find the bodies.

Rose and Kanaya were never the same after their loss. Their friends did all they could. They paid for the funeral, offered their condolences, checked up on them whenever they could find time. Vriska moved in just to help Kanaya keep her head up. She did everything she could to be there for her moirail, even if she didn’t fully understand this motherhood thing. Even if she didn’t fully understand what Kanaya lost.

Rose turned to drinking, and that was the beginning of the end. After a painful, gradual decline, Rose and Kanaya agreed to separate until Rose can get her addiction sorted out. As Rose leaves her wedding ring on the table, Kanaya has one last thing to say.

“No Matter How Long It Takes, I’ll Wait For You. Because, No Matter What Happens, You’re The Woman I Fell In Love With.”

When the authorities reveal they have a lead on Gamzee, Kanaya decides to take her grief out on him. Vriska tries to warn her against it. She’s been there before. Angry, bitter, and pissed the hell off. But revenge blackens the soul. She learned that the hard way. Kanaya doesn’t listen.

She thought killing Gamzee would give her some kind of relief. Lift up some of the burden. At least, it would make her feel better. But… it doesn’t.

Instead she feels… empty.

She ignored her moirails advice. Her wife is still gone. And Stacey is still dead.

She thought she’d feel better, but now she’s just more lost than ever.

She sits alone with her thoughts and soon finds The Cancer King sitting down next to her.

He promises her her family back, and she agrees.

She sees the atrocities she’ll have to commit abd she agrees.

She sees who Karkat has become and she agrees.

Kanaya is… scary. She’s not the mad zealot that Gamzee is. She’s not carefully trying to avoid going to far, like Terezi or Eridan. She’s just… focused.

She takes no pride or joy in what she does. She never wanted to hurt anyone. But she will have her daughter back.

Kanaya’s relationship with this Rose is… weird. Kanaya is the oldest member of the Court next to Karkat while Rose is one of the youngest. Kanaya knows her Rose intimately, while this Rose hasn’t even met her yet. Kanaya tries not to spoil anything for her sake, aside from a few quips along the lines of “I Am Quite Sure You’ll Make Whoever You Marry A Very Happy Woman” and such. She’s pretty pissed to learn that this Rose did basically nothing wrong and still lost her timeline, so that’s some extra motivation in her tank.

You’d expect Kanaya to be pissed off with Gamzee. But… she’s not. She’s just cold and distant. It’s not like killing him in her timeline got her anywhere. But she’s still curt with him and avoids conversation. Gamzee asks some of the others what her deal is, but they only give him the basics. It’s not their story to tell. Still, Gamzee puts the pieces together and actually finds himself sympathizing a little. He gets this strange, distant feeling that he might know what it’s like to be a parent in a different timeline…

She remains good friends with this version of Terezi and Vriska. She apologizes to Vriska for not heading her advice and Vriska returns the sentiment. They all bond over shared fuck ups and The Scourge Sisters are happy to hear there’s at least one timeline where Vriska managed to turn her attitude around.

Similarly, she has a decent relationship with Tavros. Tavros finds it odd how Kanaya found her revenge unsatisfying when Tavros absolutely revelled in his.

Kanaya eventually discovers that Karkat could simply revive Stacey right now if he wanted abd tries to demand that he do so. He refuses. The King makes himself clear: you’ll get your daughter back after you help me and not a moment before.

In Kanaya’s mind, she has to agree.

“…I Am Bringing Her Back, Rose. I Do Not Know… How Much It Will Cost Me… But I Am Bringing Her Back. …You Will Always Be The Woman I Fell In Love With. I Just Hope I Am Still The Woman You Fell In Love With When I Return. …I Love You.”

evil john anon when I get my fucking hands on you

HRHRGRHGRHGRHRGHRGHRGRHGRHGRHGRGGRGRGGRGRGRRRRR

i did kanaya in a mourning mother outfits - IM GONNA CRY IM GONNA CRY - just a fade that I thought looked cool and her wings and her mourning veil - OH GOD THE TEARS IM AJHHAGRGRGARGHRGRGH - just in a little suit vest and hat and

IT GETS SADDER AND SADDER AND I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE SADDENING RAGE RIGHT NOW THIS IS HORRIBLELY WONDERFUL

the moment I read that stacey found the fridge and opened it I wanted to S C R E A M

and then the NEXT FYCKJING LINE LIHENMMMJNKLHKJHKHBFKBSHFB

WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON GAMZEE MAKARA THE BARD IN THE FRIDGE

UNSPEAKABLE INHUMANE THINGS SHALL BE DONE

VENGANCE I WANT VENGANCE *cries like a baby*

i also drew stacey BUT EVIL JOHN ANON IF YOURE OUT THERE IM GONNA THROTTLE YOU LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO THIS POOR GIRL *SOB*

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recurring-polynya · 4 years ago

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Request: RenRuki; Mad Scientist!Renji shocks Frankenstein Monster!Rukia with electricity to test the endurance of Mikasa's heart

I am not quite sure who you mean by Mikasa-- I am guessing either Masaki or Hisana? I really enjoy making Renji into Byakuya’s beleaguered minion in any universe, and I was extremely charmed by the idea of the latter, so that’s what I went with. I supposed this is a little less “Mad Scientist” and a little more Ticked-Off Postdoc, but a crumbling castle on a moonswept cliff? In this economy??

CW: Some detailed discussion of building a monster out of body parts. It’s not intended to be scary or gross, but just wanted to be on the safe side.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

🧪 🧠 ⚡

I should have finished my dissertation, Abarai Renji thought to himself, irritably rubbing at the nicotine patch under the collar of his shirt.

Education-in-perpetuum was a rich kid’s game, though, and when he’d had to choose between a paying entry-level gig at Kuchiki Biotech or a continued monk-like existence grading freshman papers and scrubbing out the autoclave, he’d followed the money. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, working in industry. Eating food that didn’t come with a seasoning packet, living in an apartment that had both heating and air-conditioning, the indescribable luxury of a monthly transit pass. Yeah, it stung a little when Kira and Hinamori sent selfies of themselves at that conference in Berlin, and later, in their stupid graduation get-ups, but after seven years of working his ass off, of being on time every day, of covering his ink and minding his manners, Renji had been noticed by Kuchiki Byakuya himself, the reclusive CEO of the company.

“You were a student of Dr. Aizen Sousuke?” Kuchiki had asked, his cold grey eyes skipping past Renji’s carefully knotted tie and spotless lab coat to linger on his bandana and the cover-up smudges that protruded from beneath it. “The cephalopod neurophysicist?”

“That’s correct.”

“His work on artificial chromatophores was stunning.”

Right. That.

“Er, the camouflage stuff wasn’t my area of interest, but I have a couple of friends in that area if you’re--”

“You studied nervous system regeneration. But you did not graduate.”

Renji had tried not to look surprised, because his supervisor had warned him that Byakuya liked to try and surprise people and then judge them for being surprised. Byakuya had probably just dug up his resume from HR prior to this interview. “That’s right. Well. About the nervous system thing. I did graduate, just, y’know, ABD. That’s not even true, I wrote about half a dissertation. Maybe two-thirds.” His mouth snapped shut. Kuchiki Byakuya definitely did not want to hear about his two-thirds of a dissertation.

“I read your article in the Journal of Zoological Neuroscience, the one about using a donor octopus brain to reanimate a dead specimen? I assume you wrote it. You were listed as second author, but it was not rife with Dr. Aizen’s usual bloviations. It was excellent work.”

Renji had failed in his attempts to keep from looking surprised.

“I am starting a special project that could use a man of your expertise. Dr. Shirogane spoke well of your time here, and felt that you were ready to take on the role of primary investigator.” Byakuya looked at his extremely expensive watch, as though he were already getting bored of this meeting. “It is a small project, a one-man project, and I am afraid it will not produce any sort of publishable results. In fact, I will require you to sign a number of non-disclosure agreements, should you accept. But it is a very important project to me, personally.”

Renji could still remember the excitement, the feel of his heart stuttering in his chest. He imagined telling Kira and Hinamori about the personal project he was doing for the wealthiest biotech entrepreneur in Japan. He felt smart. He felt important. He felt like industry was finally paying off for him.

Two days later, he found out that this project involved grave-robbing.

It turned out that Kuchiki was a widower. His wife had been a kind, beautiful angel who had died of complications from cystic fibrosis at the tender age of 34. Despite everything, her heart has been very strong at the time of her death. So Kuchiki kept it, y’know, like a normal person. And then he found one of his employees, a guy with big muscles and no family and a lot of student debt, and asked him to make a new body to put that heart in.

That was three years ago. Since then, Renji had acquired his own sub-basement laboratory and a used pick-up truck. He had a lot of middle-of-the-night meetings with Kuchiki, where he got used to delivering absolutely deranged progress reports in a calm and conversational tone. He’d taken up smoking again, but then he had to quit because Kuchiki didn’t like the smell. He stopped seeing most of his old friends, in favor of his fabulous new friends, like Isane, the nervous assistant mortician at the hospital, and Hisagi, who worked down at the funeral home and drove a hearse like it was a Shelby Cobra. His new best drinking buddy was a guy named Akon, who worked over at Kurosutchi Heavy Industries and was building some sort of cyborg daughter for his creepy boss.

And now he had her.

Maybe she’ll turn out to be better than a dissertation, Renji thought, contemplating the girl-thing floating in an antifreeze bath in his sub-basement lab.

She was small, in part because the original Hisana had been small, but also because regrowing the nervous system had been the hardest part, and the less he had to grow, the better.

At first, he’d put a fair amount of effort into making her look like Hisana, but Byakuya never seemed to give a shit about stuff like that, so Renji started to take a few liberties here and there. An athlete’s limbs (well, more like three different athlete’s limbs) gave her a lean and powerful build, instead of the wispy slenderness of her predecessor. He’d been very picky about the eyes, but his patience had paid off when he scored a stunning pair from Ishida, a bitter med student who had a part time job in the university’s dissection sample acquisition department. They were deep blue, nearly verging on purple, like a starless sky. Renji wasn’t very good at suturing at first, and the big, clunky stitches that held her mismatched parts together were a little jarring. Renji had come to rather like them, though. She wasn’t a perfect, flawless angel. She was a pile of lost potential, cobbled together and given a second chance, and he liked that she wore that openly on her skin. If she didn’t like it, well, he could always offer to take her down to his tattoo place.

The only thing Byakuya had objected to was the brain.

It was a criminal’s brain, or at least that’s what Byakuya said. The brain had belonged to a teen girl who’d been caught shoplifting, and in her attempt to make a break for it, darted into traffic. It was extremely fresh, though. The girl died in the hospital and Isane called him right away. By the time Byakuya even found out about it, Renji already had the brain nestled in among the little baby human-octopus hybrid nervous system he’d been growing, so there was nothing to be done. Renji had assured Byakuya it would be fine, she wasn’t going to remember anything about her old life anyway. He did not mention that he’d done a fair bit of petty theft in his youth, and he’d turned out… well. Never mind.

He’d turned out to be an insane person, actually. A person who flaunted the rules of ethics and nature. He was an actual, real-life, mad scientist (ABD). Well, assuming all this worked.

In the morning, Byakuya was expecting a demonstration. The demonstration. The part where Renji pulled a lever and sent enough voltage surging through that precious little Kuchiki heart to bring Byakuya’s new sister to life.

He’d run and re-run all the individual organ tests. Reviewed his check list three times. Read and re-read all his notes. It was either going to work, or it wasn’t. If it worked, he was a genius, a mastermind. Kuchiki would give him a pat on the back and a big bonus and he was also going to start addressing Renji as Doctor Abarai, dissertation be damned.

If it failed, Renji was going to be lugging his belongings to the curb in a cardboard box.

It was now 2:16am.

If he went home, he’d just stare at the ceiling for four hours, but at least he would be able to shower before he had to face his moment of doom.

You could just do it, he realized. Pull the lever. Pull it right now.

Byakuya would be pissed, of course, he wanted to be there for the Big Shock, but if it worked, he’d be so happy to have a living, breathing, undead sister that he’d probably overlook Renji jumping the gun. If it didn’t work, Renji would have those four hours to troubleshoot.

The more he thought about it, the better the idea sounded. He honestly wasn’t real sure what kind of mental capabilities, if any, his monster girl was going to have. If she woke up spitting and clawing, he was okay with that, but Byakuya might not take it so well. Yeah, it definitely made good sense to give her a boot up now, so there were no surprises in the morning.

Renji stood up, and strode over to the portable generator he’d rigged up over the weekend. His hand hovered over the switch. He was gonna do it.

No.

In a minute.

He walked back over to the cold tank and plopped down in the chair sitting next to it, where he often sat when he had Serious Thinking to do. She floated serenely an inch under the liquid, her pale skin tinted blue, her hair floating in a cloud around her face. The cold was necessary to keep her organs in stasis, and it’s not like she could feel it, but he felt a little bad about it anyway.

“Hey, there,” he said softly. “It’s me. Renji. We’ve been through a lot, you and me. I’m gonna turn you on, in a minute. I’m not sure how it’s gonna go. I’ve been kind of a screw-up my whole life, but you seem pretty perfect, so may we’ll even each other out.” He chewed the inside of his cheek. “Another guy is gonna come by in the morning. He’s rich and powerful and has, like 17 cars. He’s gonna be your brother, and if you can be a convincing enough person, he’s gonna treat you like his sister and you’ll be set for life. But I want you to know that even if you’re a failure, even if you try to eat my face or something, that I always liked you. Hopefully, I’ll still get to see you a lot. But if not… I just wanted to let you know that I’m only giving you up ‘cause I gotta, not ‘cause I want to.” He breathed out through his nose. “Kuchiki’s probably gonna give you some flowery princess name. He’s never told me. But a while ago, I started thinking of you as ‘Rukia.’ I don’t really know where it came from. I think it means ‘light.’ So if you don’t like whatever name he gives you, you always got that one to fall back on.” He slapped his knees and stood up. “Enough of this! It’s time for you to get up.”

Once again, Renji stood, gripping the on switch in one sweaty hand. “Here goes nothing,” he declared, and flipped it.

First, there was a hum, which gradually raised in pitch until his ears rang. The needle on the voltage gauge climbed steadily. A few wisps of Renji’s hair began to stand on end. Rukia’s body bucked.

And then, with a loud crack, all the lights went out. Fuck.

Of all the things he had double and triple checked, the power supply to the generator had not been one of them. Renji groaned, and scrolled through his phone, trying to find the damn flashlight app. He only had 6% battery, which meant it was going to last about sixteen seconds. Fortunately, his lab was on an isolated circuit, so hopefully, he hadn’t knocked out power anywhere else in the building.

He had his phone pointed the wrong way when he turned the app on, and it immediately blinded him. “Ah, shit!” he exclaimed.

As he was blinking the stars out of his eyes, he heard a splash and he realized that he might have actually managed to bring Rukia to life before the generator died. He dashed over to the bath frantically. If she tried to get her own oxygen mask off, she might drown. Renji scanned liquid with his flashlight, but it was murky with bubbles. He couldn’t see anything. Had she sunk down to the bottom? He was practically leaning over the tank when he felt a hand on his arm that was so frigid that it burned, even through his lab coat and the shirt beneath it.

Slowly, Renji panned his already-dimming flashlight around, keeping it pointed at the floor, in part, so he didn’t blind her as he had himself, and in part because… well, because…

“Hi,” he said, as a pale face swam into view.

“Hi,” she repeated in the exact same inflection.

She could talk. She had speech, or at least repetition abilities. Renji wanted desperately to take notes, but he was frozen. “How do you feel?” he asked.

Those big, dark blue eyes blinked at him. “Cold,” Rukia replied.

#my writing #renruki #wacky au requests #special thanks to my son who made me read him that octopus scientists book like 6000 times when he was 6 #one of the reasons i'm doing this is to exercise some different writing muscles #and boy was this different from the usual for me!

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kurooicha · 4 years ago

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Why I love Umi and Ascot

I have loved Magic Knight Rayearth ever since I was a kid. I come from a small country where anime and manga was a pretty unknown thing during my childhood, but then they started to air shows like Rayearth and Sailor Moon which were so different from what I had usually watched and I was so hooked. However I never managed to watch every single episode of Rayearth anime, I started from the 2nd season and didn't even see all the episodes from that either, I was very late to the party. Later on I got to buy the original manga instead and got to experience the story via that, and I LOVED it! The characters that really stood out to me were Umi and Ascot, let's start with Umi: In the beginning Umi is a very selfish and bratty girl who comes from a rich family, and she is constantly complaining about how she is missing her personal things. However during their adventure she learns to care about others and becomes more patient. She starts to really value her friendship with other girls. Many people have pointed out that Umi seems to get most development out of the all main characters and I do agree. She feels like a totally different person in the very end of the story. What was the real highlight in her character imo was when she managed to talk sense to Ascot when he attacked them. She had learned so much from their friendship and now she used this knowledge to show Ascot how he should really treat his monster friends. Then about Ascot: He starts out as a literal child who was incredibly misguided, he only wanted a good place for his monster friends but everyone were scared of them. That is until Zagato offered him and his friends a place to stay, and he started to serve Zagato as well. He used his friends as weapons against others, until he met Umi who told him off for not treating his friends right. He understood his mistakes and apologized the Magic Knights. And in the second season we see him definitely being learned a lot from Umi. He tells that he has stood up for his friends so nobody is afraid of them anymore, he has learned his own magic skills from Clef so he wouldn't need to always depend on others and he is also helping to do many chores like picking up fruits with his monsters. During the second season I totally love how much of a deep bond there has been developed between Umi and Ascot. While Ascot's feelings were definitely romantic towards her while she was overall a very oblivious person, they still do so much together. Ascot tells and shows to Umi how much he has learned and how much Umi has affected him, for which Umi happily compliments him. He also insists to help the Magic Knights when they are about to go find the path to the pillar, and later apologizes to Umi how he isn't strong enough, causing Umi to smile at him with a moving expression. After Hikaru removes Cephiro's pillar system and the girls return to the others, they are floating towards the ones who the have the strongest bonds with, of course Umi decending towards Ascot. Then in the epilogue we see them making tea together, while Ascot asks if Umi is dating anyone or if she overall likes someone, abd she is still as oblivious as ever. :) If I would add some smaller details why I love these two, here's some: First of all, Umi is often described to be very beautiful, almost like a model, but personality wise she was very brattish. When she changed Ascot however, she did it while reasoning with her, so I really like how Ascot clearly is not into her because of her looks, it was what she taught to her that made him to love her. I also love Ascot's overall devotion towards her, in both manga and anime we see him going to such lenghts to protect Umi, how he even apologizes to her because he really wants to do more but isn't strong enough. Not to mention Mokona also clearly noticed their bond and thought they should go together in the same ship to find the path to the pillar.

Here I would shortly talk about the MKR anime adaptation. Tbh, I was rather disappoited what they did to their relationship here. I do love that Ascot is still devoted towards her, but their overall bond that I thought was very solid in the manga felt like an afterthought. I wasn't very happy about Umi having feelings for Clef either, mainly because it I never felt that much connection between them, maybe somewhat in the OVA but not in the original series, not to mention I always thought Umi was supposed to be oblivious to love in general. I get that anime doesn't have to be exactly the same as the manga, but again I felt that the bond between Umi and Ascot was very solid and in the anime I was very sad we couldn't see Umi truly reacting to Ascot's growth.

While I doubt MKR would ever get a Brotherhood treatment, I would still like to see one someday, and I would especially love the bond between Umi and Ascot being shown in its whole glory. They don't need to actually become a couple or anything, as it was left very vague in the manga too, but I definitely want them to show their bond done right. I overall loved how only one of the Magic Knights got a love interest (that being Fuu), meaning not all the characters have to be in a romantic relationship, which I find admirable. Hikaru and Umi are just still very young and oblivious people. I am not saying all this just because I ship Asmi, I say this because I felt that the bond they had in the manga was such a strong part of their characters. I only want to see that done in proper way. Thank you for reading!

#magic knight rayearth#umi ryuuzaki #ascot #asmi #umi x ascot #clamp

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tvmblrdothailey · 5 years ago

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Bnha x trans woman reader

A/N: I decided to write an x reader where the reader is a trans woman. To any trans woman reading this I just want you to know thAT I FŪCKING LOVE YOU💙💖🤍💖💙🥰😘🥰😘🥰😘 YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND I WILL LITERALLY FIGHT ANYONE WHO HURTS YOU.

Warning: Cursing, Transphobia, mentions of Sex Reassignment Surgery, Gender Dysphoria. Karen

(Y/N): Your name

(D/N): Your dead name

Summary: It took a while for your parents to accept you for who you are, you just hoped your classmates and teachers would accept you as well.

- Before the first day, you had recieved your school uniform, but it turned out to be a mens uniform. To which you had to “politely” ask them to send you the correct uniform.

- Once you made it to class you were immediently introduced to a green haired male who you’d later find out was named Izuku. Then you met Uraraka, Iida, Asui, etc.

- Eveything was going well until your teacher showed up and immediently had you all sent to change into P.E uniforms.

- It wasn’t the uniform that was the problem, it was the fact that none of them knew you were trans and had to share a changing room with other woman. And even though they seemed friendly at first, you still were unsure how’d they react.

- In the past you had to learn the hard way that a smile can really hide someones true colors and that not all people are willing to accept you for who you are and not what you are.

- It’s worth noting that you havent had Sex Reassignment Surgery yet, because you couldnt afford it. (You did take medication though)

- And even though you were generally confident about your Gender, you still had your moments where you started to doubt yourself abd even questioned if you were a real woman (WHICH YOU FRICKING ARE OKAY!!! 😤💙🤍💖)

- Once you were in the womans lockerroom, you tried your best to find a place where you could change without any of them seeing you. So far it was going good until Uraraka came looking for you. She blushed and in a panic you told her you were a trans woman.

- You froze for a few seconds before hearing Uraraka’s voice “Oh...okay, well just so you know, I think you’re a very beautiful woman!” My god you had to hold back from giving Uraraka a hug right then and there.

- Later down the line you had come out to the rest of the girls as a Trans woman, to which they all responded with hugs and affection.

- “We don’t care if you’re trans, you’re still the same (Y/N) we know and love.” -Hagakure

- “It doesnt matter whats in your pants, if you identify as a woman, then you’re a woman.” - Jirou

- “I am literally pink, and you think I’d judge you because of your gender? Hell nah, get over here and let me love you!” - Mina

- “If anyone tells you otherwise you come to me and I will have a “friendly” chat with them.” -Momo

- “Ribbit, You’ll always be our friend (Y/N), no matter what.” -Tsu

- They would die for you

- With the help of the other girls, you eventually came out to Aizawa, and he promised that you would be treated the same just as any other student. And if anyone gives you any problems you bring it to him for him to deal with. (Protective dad tm)

- Eventually the entire class knew and you felt the biggest weight fall of your shoulders.

- “It does’nt matter, you’re still (L/N) (Y/N). And we all care about you. 💚” -Izuku

- “I don’t give a damn about your gender! So stop it with that self-concious shit.” -Bakugo. Although his words may seem harsh, he really cares about you and is willing to blow up any wall, building or mountain to chase away any Dysphoria you may have.

- You had to exaplain it a couple of times for Todoroki since he was never educated about that kind of stuff, but once he got it he immediently replied “I didn’t know people could do that. Thank you for telling me, and I’ll do everything I can to support you.” 🤍❤️

- Of cource there were going to be some students who felt the need to belittle you...

- One time in the Caffiteria, Monoma had walked up to your table and desided that today would be the day he would be the biggest dick in the world

- “It’s shocking how people say Class 1A is one of the hardest courses to get into, yet they let someone like you in.” He said

- You looked at him “Excuse me?”

- “I’m just saying when you think about it scientifically, you’re still a man no m- “ Monoma didn’t get to finish his sentence before Kendo slapped him, knocking him out cold.

- “Hey, sorry about him (Y/N). I knew he was low but I didn’t think he was that low.” She then smiled at you “Don’t listen to him, he’s just desperate to finding ways to make his class seem better because of some imaginary rivalry that’s only exist in his head. Anyway, I need to take him to Recovery girl to get his brains checked, but I’ll see you later!”

- Kendo was the best, and she made sure that Monoma got a stern lecture from Vlad later that day.

- Then there was the Mall incident, when the class was going on a trip to the mall to buy supplies for Summer training camp, but then you ran into an Ex friend.

- Emphasis on the word EX

- “(D/N)?” They said. To which you froze, you recgonized that voice anywhere and you could already tell that this conversation wasn’t going to be friendly.

- You slowly turned around “Hey Karen...” She didnt look that diffrent, fake nails, fake jewlery, fake personality...what?

- “Why are you dressed like a woman?” She said.

- You groaned before responding “Because I am a woman, Karen.” You tried to walk away from her in order to avoid confrontation, the last thing you needed were hundreds of eyes on you. You made a note to yourself to come back tommorow when you would’nt have to deal with her. But you’re taken out of your thoughts as you feel someone grab your shoulder and spin you around.

- “Do you think it’s funny? To make fun of mental illness?” She said.

- There was a point in time when Karens words didnt offend you anymore, they just frustrated you because of how dumb and ignorant she sounded.

- “Karen, I have told you multiple times that I am a woman, I am not mentally ill, I am human. I get that it might be confusing for you but it’s not for me. I am happy the way I am okay?”

- “You’re the one that’s confused. You think you’re a girl but you’re a boy no matter what? That’s just how the human body works.” She shot back. At this point multiple eyes were already on you two. Some looked uncomftorable, others look confused and then there were a few that looked disgusted. Just a few people had the power to send Dysphoria crawling back into your mind.

- You started to hear fast footsteps before hearing “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY YOU BOOTLEG BARBIE BITCH?!”

- Oh hey bakugo (we’re gonna pretend him, Kiri and Shoto came along aight)

- “Bakugo, It is unacceptable to call a woman by such a deragatory term! Even though she was being rude to (Y/N) there are better ways to-“ Iida was cut off by Bakugo

- “SHUT THE HELL UP FOUR EYES!” Kiri then had to hold bakugo back while Todoroki and Uraraka steped in between you and Karen.

- “Don’t ever talk to our friend like that, she is more of a woman than you’ll ever be. I’d suggest that you walk away right now, our friend can only hold back Bakugo for so long.” Todoroki said

- Uraraka helped calm your nerves and whispered to you “Don’t listen to her, she’s just jealous because you can wear a dress better than her.”

- AIGHT, now the training camp.

- During the training camp, Tiger had not only helped you get stronger, but also helped scare away any Gender Dysphoria that remained inside your head.

- “Don’t ever let peoples harsh words get to you! You are doing this for yourself and that’s what matters!” He said

- When it was time to take a bath, you didn’t hesitate to get into the hot springs. The encouraging words Tiger gave you along with the constant support of your friends had made you feel safe and happy. You could’nt ask for better friends.

Bonus:

* IF YOU DO NOT PLAN ON HAVING SEX REASSIGNMENT SURGERY THEN YOU CAN IGNORE THIS PART

- One moment that stuck out was when momo dropped the question “Hey (Y/N), you dont have to awnser this but I was wondering, why have’nt you gone through Sex Reassignment Surgery? Are you not comftorble with it or...?”

- “Oh, I just dont have the money for it.” You responded

-Way way later on.

- your birthday was finally around the corner

- On the big day you woke up to your friends Uraraka and Midoriya at your door and they dragged you to the main room where the rest of the class along with Mr. Aizawa were.

- You noticed a large envelope on the coffe table and they looked at you before Hagakure urged you to open it.

- When you did you found two gifts, one was a shirt

- And the other was a smaller envelope with the words Class 1A written on the back. You opened the envelope and pulled out a card and opened it to which a small keychain fell out that said “trans woman are real woman” and if that wasn’t wholesome enough...

- You looked inside the card but before you could begin reading Aizawa interupted and asked you to read it outloud.

- “Dear (Y/N), words can not describe how wonderful you are, how brave, how strong, or how amazing of a person and classmate you are. We all love you! When you came out to us as a transwoman, we all immediently wanted to make sure you knew you were valid and loved. It’s come to our attention that you haven’t had sex reassignment surgery because you are unable to afford it. So we banded together and decided we would help pay for your surgery-“ you couldn’t finish as you were allready in tears and you looked at Aizawa and the rest of the class to confirm that they were not messing with you.

- “I’ve already talked with your parents all you have to do is set up an appointment and all that fun stuff.” Aizawa said.

- Your tears turned into water falls and your classmates all went to give you hugs and affection. You thanked each of them through your tears of joy and hiccups.

- Definitely a Birthday that would be remembered.

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