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threehousing · 2 years ago

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please tell me more about annette's mom and uncle having an affair this is hilarious lkfjglfdjglkdjl did he sang serenades to her did they have long walks on the beach did she gift him an embroidered handkerchief for him to keep in his breast pocket always

OKAY OKAY

so, Gustave's runs away to the church for what? Ten years? And before that, like Annette says (in her support with Dimitri I think?) he's not around much bc he's busy at Fhirdiad anyway.

And Annette and her mother stay with her dad's brother, the baron -- who explicitly tells Gustave he'll look after his wife:

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(oh you "swear" you'll "protect her", do you? 🤨😳)

And obviously this means nothing in reality, bc that's his sister in law so makes sense he's giving her somewhere to live while his brother neglects his family duties. BUT NEVERTHELESS I don't think it's a stretch to imagine something might have happened between Baron Dominic and Mama Dominic (rip the mothers of Fodlan god i wish you had names).

Like, picture this. Your husband has abandoned you and your daughter (possibly with no word? I don't remember if he actually tells anyone where he's gone and that he's chaged his name?). You're worried for your future -- any income from his job is a knight is gone, the Dominics don't own much land, and they're in we-have-no-money-and-our-land-is-cold-Faerghus, so the family of the 2nd brother probably isn't mega flushed with cash. Then, your daughter announces she wants to go to the School of Sorcery in Fhirdiad, so you'll be alone too. Lonely and uncertain about your future.

BUT. Your kindly brother in law, who looks reasonably similar to his brother, swoops in and tells you: hey, don't worry! You can stay with me! I'll fund your daughter's academics! I'll look after you both!! I'm sorry my brother's a deadbeat dad!

So he's got those features that attracted you to your husband. He's sweet, he's reassuring, he's offering you safety. Maybe he's not married? Maybe the spouse isn't in the picture? So you inevitably get pretty comfortable with him. Pretty close to this kind man who's been so good to you and such a rock in this storm. ARE YOU GONNA ACCIDENTALLY BE REALLY INTO THIS MAN? THIS DASHING HERO WHO SWOOPED IN TO SAVE YOU? MAYBE SO.

Like. What did he mean by this. What did he mean by this, hm Baron Dominic? Is that reason, maybe, the lovely and buxom ms dominic who u have, over these past ten years, fallen very much in love with? Do you maybe have a little resentment towards your brother for leaving her for so long? For throwing her away like that? Maybe enough resentment to feel comfortable enough raising your blade against him? Well.

They OF COURSE had long walks along the beach. Maybe they visit the Rhodos Coast when Annette's at the school of sorcery. Maybe he serenades her on the sands, maybe he praises her fortitude and beauty. Maybe, when Annette skips off to the Officer's Academy, Mama Dominic finally feels like she doesn't have to hide the truth from her daughter, so she feels safe enough to embroiders their initials onto a pretty little handkerchief for the baron to keep in his breast pocket, like two moonstruck teenagers. MAYBE THEY FOUND COMFORT IN EACH OTHER.

Also I just think this is so funny and awkward for Annette. Like, she has no idea until she comes back home after the battle at GM. This has been going on for several years and she was like, completely clueless bc she's been BUSY yknow, studying. So she rocks up back at home (putting aside the probable trauma from the whole. beginning of a war thing. bc that actually makes this quite sad and i'm going for levity rn) AND HER MUM AND UNCLE HAVE SHACKED UP LIKE. Just lets herself back in only to see her mother and uncle just sharing a lil kissy in the drawing room. babe i am so, deeply sorry. An extra trauma you don't need actually

Also, I know that Mama Dominic has game. I know in my heart that she does. She deserves to be cherished and get laid i think.

#annette dominic #storm.txt #why did i ramble so much here shyd im so sorry aksdjghkjsg #i am gonn be using this in my time skip fic tho. for sure. this has given me insp for the annette part lmaoooo #rip annette fantine dominic sorry babe #ALSO i think annette mentions a cousin in thropes??? so either he's married nd this would be a doubel affair (not what im going for)#or spouse is deceased in this scenario #in which case rip x2 for annette's cousin too #hey tumblr why’d u keep deleting the last para

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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂!

izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

— 5.4k words

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

#— 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 #CLUB 777 #izuku smut #bnha smut #mha smut #midoriya smut

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alo-piss-trancy · 6 years ago

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what about a drabble of akira desperate in the car with sojiro during that scene in the beginning of the game where they're stuck in traffic?

(( Thank you for giving me a scenario I thought about since the first day of the game! Hopefully it's accurate, my memory of that part is slightly hazy ))This is it. This is how I die.Trapped in a metal prison with a man who'd been steadily berating him for the last hour, the air so thick with tension that he felt like he was choking, and his bladder so full that he was ready to explode. As if the first half of today hadn't already been hell enough.I'd actually take that Kamoshida guy's beheading over this. At least it would've been over with quicker... "Would you stop jiggling that damn leg? You're making my seat shake!""Sorry!" He stilled himself at once, all too aware of the increasing temperature as he glanced out the window. Nothing but packed streets and parked cars, the glinting sunlight flashing off of the metal to glare against his glasses. He knew it was the same on Sojiro's side, and that knowledge only made him tug his lip between his teeth as another wave of pressure rammed into his abdomen. How much longer are we gonna be stuck here? I don't know how long I can keep waiting...Licking his lips, he shifted, casually allowing one leg to perch on top of the other. It barely helped by this point, the stinging of his bursting, rock hard lump remaining a constant source of unease no matter what he did to try and soothe it. He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing as it became slick with sweat from his forehead. Wiping it off on the fabric of his uniform, he found his hand refused to move, anxiously rubbing back and forth along his thigh."For fuck's sake, can you just sit still? Kids these days, don't know how to wait patiently..." Sojiro grumbled, shooting him a glare. "Just stare out the window and relax."You're one to talk. The second we ended up in this jam, you huffed about being late getting back to the cafe...Returning his gaze to the taunting blockade in front of him, he soon found himself moaning under his breath, pressing his cheek against the glass. If they hadn't been in such a populated area, and weren't blocked in, at least he could open his door and walk somewh-"Hey, get your face off of that! You'll smudge up the glass."I can't do anything right for you, can I?Sitting up straight again, he winced as the ocean within fought to settle. Shit, this is so bad... He felt like he was going to leak any second if he didn't move just right..."How...How much longer do you think we'll be here?""Seriously? We're playing that game? It'll clear up when it clears up. No point tryin' to guess."Damn it...He held his tongue for a moment, feeling his throat start to dry up. He was in for hell, he knew that. But...he had to say something now. If he didn't, he might not get a chance later."U-Um...when it does clear up, do you think...c-could we pull off somewhere? Please?" He could feel his neck burning, his words nearly a whisper by the end of his question. Cringing, he risked a glance at Sojiro, only to see a glare accompany the exasperated sigh filling the car."Are you kidding me?" The man dragged a hand down his face. "I already went out of my way picking you up, and look where that got us. Hold it 'til we get to LeBlanc."Just those words seemed to make his urge throb harder, pulsing in a way that had him squirming in his seat as he tried to find a better position for his legs. He had to actively fight the impulse to grab himself, his hands shifting to grip the edge of his seat until the knuckles turned white. He was pretty sure his entire face was crimson by this point, and he kept his gaze focused on his lap as he spoke. "I...I'm not sure I can...""What d'you mean you're 'not sure'? You're sixteen for cryin' out loud, not five!""I know, but it's kind of bad, so if you can just-""How can it be bad? We just left your school an hour ago!""I know, but I didn't get a chance earlier, so-""Like hell you didn't have a chance!" Sojiro scoffed. "You skipped half the damn day, you had all the leisure time in the world!"He flinched in his seat when the man's voice rose, trying to dodge his wild arm gestures in the confined space.So we're back to this now, great..."I told you, I got lost! It wasn't a picnic in the park!""You expect me to buy that? You've got a phone with a GPS! You're lucky I'm not kicking you out as soon as we get back! But with the way you're behaving, I still might! So quit whining and suck it up like an adult.""I'm sorry, but I really have to go, so we'll need to pull over unless you want me to-"Fine! We'll stop once we get moving if it'll shut you up!" Sojiro hissed, hands smacking the steering wheel. Shaking his head, the man turned to glare out his own window, muttering under his breath. "Nothing but trouble, I swear...should've never bothered...I'm too old for this bullsh-"Did he need to apologize for existing? How many more times could he possibly say it!?!"I know. I didn't sign up for any of this shit either!" He didn't mean to raise his voice to a yell, to snap with a hiss of venom, but it had come out before he could stop it, just as something else struggled to do the same. He hadn't asked to come here, to be chained to a man who didn't even want him, who'd only offered out of obligation. He sure as hell hadn't wanted to wander into a world of chaos and danger, to barely escape with his life only to be chastised for all of the things he'd missed because no one understood.No one understood. Not his parents, not the teachers, and not this man who was still harping on him for all of the things he couldn't control.A hitch of breath and a spasm of pain that forced him to hunch over, pressing his forehead against the window. He stayed like that, hands clenching knees, thighs glued together, and his chest rising and falling in uneven huffs. I'm so full, every breath hurts...How am I gonna hold-Another shudder of pain, sharp and sudden enough to pull a gasp from his lips as he finally shoved a hand between his legs, only to feel a spurt of warmth escape. His pants were still dry, so it didn't leak past his underwear, but cutting off the flow to ensure that only brought a whimper from his throat. "Geez kid, is it that ba-""Don't worry, I'm not gonna ruin your seats." A murmur, each word laced with a bitter tang as he kept his eyes closed, shifting to twist his legs around. Even as he said that though, he could feel his voice tremble to match his body, that short burst of anger melting back into what he'd really been feeling since his arrival.Frustration.At himself, at the world...At that Ryuji kid for leading him to the wrong school, at the teachers who hadn't let him leave, at the boys muttering about him near the bathrooms-Just the thought had another leak dampening his clothes, this time reaching his hand as he tried to squeeze himself tighter, writhing in his seat. "Fuck..." A soft moan as he hunched over again, unable to find any relief no matter how he positioned himself. "D-Do you...do you have a bottle or something? A-Anything?" It was humiliating, but he was desperate. There was no way he'd be able to keep his promise about the seat, but if he could at least minimize the damage, maybe Sojiro wouldn't completely kill hi-"Sorry kid, I've got nothin'." The man shrugged, raising back up from where he'd been searching the floor and glove box.That only made his eyes tear up as he tried to clench harder, shaking all over as he tried to hold back the flood. It's useless though... He could feel his muscles getting weaker by the moment, a strange numbness slowly replacing the full feeling while tiny spurts leaked into his pants. His breath hitched again as he rocked in place, glancing up to see the wall of cars slowly start to move several feet up ahead. Please! Please hang on, just for a few more minutes! He already hates me!His bladder responded by suddenly releasing a full stream, hissing into the fabric and slowly wetting the warm patch around his hands. Panic began squeezing his chest.Nonono, stop! Please!It was almost time for their car to start moving along with the pack, but it was too late. No matter how hard he tried, the hissing kept growing stronger, wetness creeping along his legs and pooling under him to soak into the seat. His uniform pants were becoming drenched, fabric clinging in heavy, sodden clumps where it had bunched up with his movements, and the sleeves of his shirts were getting wet where they still rested between his legs.He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry or scream as his face blazed red. He settled for stuttering apologies, his heart pounding in anticipation for the retaliation he knew was coming. "I'm sorry, f-fuck, I'm so s-sorry. I-I can't-It won't-"Sojiro didn't look at him as he started driving the car to follow the others, and his voice was just as detached as he sighed. "The damage is already done, kid. Just calm down, ride it out."He's right. I really can't do anything but let it happen...Grimacing, he tried to keep his eyes on the passing scenery as his bladder continued to empty, his breath coming in ragged huffs as relief slowly took over the mortification. It was spilling out to patter against the floormat now, splashing up against his socks and shoes as warmth kept flooding out, slowly making his head spin. To finally go for the first time since he'd left the cafe this morning...his ears burned at the moan escaping his lips, but he didn't try to muffle it."Sheesh. Guess you weren't exaggerating when you said it was bad..."And just like that, any relief was overpowered by the shame of this happening in the first place. "I'll, um, I-I'll clean it up..." he offered, his voice shaky as he tried to force words out past the sensations wracking the rest of his body."Forget it, you'd probably just half-ass it like you did your school day. When we get there, just change and head to the bathhouse. Laundromat's right near it.""Oh...okay...Th-Thanks...""Don't thank me yet. If that doesn't come out of those seats, you'll be working off the damages. I've got plenty of pots and dishes in that kitchen that need some elbow grease.""Y-Yes sir..."His stream finally seemed to be slowing down to a stop as the car picked up speed, and he pulled his arms up to cross them, cringing at his clothes dripping whenever he moved. He swallowed, trying to ignore the discomfort in favour of staring out the window in silence. He may have one problem gone, but he was still sitting in another, and there were countless more to think about on the long drive home.This was a first day from hell...how am I supposed to make it through a whole year in this place?

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bakubitch · 7 years ago

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uh hi!! Could u write a scenario/hcs for todoroki izuku bakugou and iida/all might (platonic if u choose all might because well readers a student!!) where s/o is in 1-a but it's revealed they're part of a plot to be a double agent for the villain alliance but it then comes to light that they were instead a triple agent and actually grew to care so much for the class they joined a conspiracy from the inside and has sorta protected the class since??? mmmm idk if this makes sense but thank u!!

This turned out like a super long HC or a half-bastard scenario. Im skipping out Baks bc he is fucking everywhere so I’m sorry to disappoint you on that one. Tho whatever you may call it, I hope it will be to your liking nevertheless.

MidoriyaIzuku

The most rational out of the three bc he instantly sees through that it’s not like it seems to be after what it seemed to be

Thepoor boy was shocked which could be an understatement due to the factthat he grew serious feelings for his supposed-to-be-lover, it wouldprobably also bring him close to tears, devastating him in so manywrong ways that he did not deserve from all of the people. If itwasnt for the fact that he holds the water in, sight already blurry,instead just breathes in shakily perhaps he would’ve bursted outright then. Ofc he’d feel as if a huge rock crushed him but as soonas he faces them, noticing their features contorting as theyconfessed, Midoriya would notice that there was more behind thestory. And with another exhale he is also willing to listeninstantly, throwing away all the negative feelings that wereconstricting his so pure and hurt heart. Just like anyone even theworst person has the right to justify themselves as far as hesucceeded in being calm over this. At the end of the explanation,surprise takes over him but instead of focussing onto the main topiche cant help but to ask if their love was also just a facade to coverthem up, to mix better within the crowd. And when a „No“ falls ofhis partner’s lips, looking sincerely into his with a blush crossingtheir cheeks Midoriya cant hold it anymore and starts tremoringincontrollably. He is still able to catch a gentle smile playing ontheir lips before telling him their true feelings and he just lungsto hug them.

TodorokiShouto

Itdepends how far his character had developed until then to be honest.If he grew out of his stubborn teenage mid-life crisis phase, thebetter it is.

If not, he is having none of this, would probablyrefuse to listen to them at all and losing rationality. Butconsidering Todoroki did: Just like anyone he’d be hurt, actuallyquite bitter about the reality. He’d call himself stupid as of he didnot realize anything of this huge play they wrapped him up with,wishing nothing else but to bury himself away from this wholebullshit. But maybe it will take him some time before he decided tohear them out bc.. There was definitely a lot to talk about even ifit meant with him ending up even worse than he already was. Themale’s face as stoic as ever but not void of emotion per se, he’dconfront them calmly to sit down and have a serious talk. At somepoint of life he has learned to give someone a second chance: Hisproof was his mother. (Not his father though just btw) And so he letsthem explain themselves bc when they had their first talk about it,it seemed as if there was more that they were about to say but stupidhim just stomped out and slammed the door shut bc of the feeling ofbetrayal having washed over him was just too intense and too much tobear with. All this steadily creeped off his shoulders to stopcontinuingly weighing him down. His beloved asked after making himunderstand the actual situation, with a painful look crossing theirfeatures to give them another chance and with a shaky voice he willrespond: „Yes. Definitely..“ and utter miserable apologies forreacting this harshly upon them. He felt too stupid.

IidaTenya

Warning: Spoilers for the Herokiller Arc

Nopenope nope nope – i think that sums up his reaction at first. Hedoes not see any reason to have a calm and serious talk with them,still hung over the Villain Stain, the Herokiller pretty much even ifhis internal storm may have calmed down after that Arc. He couldntstop thinking about his brother considering that he was stillfrequently visiting him at the hospital. It was unforgettable andunforgiveable. In comparison to the other two he needs to talk tosomeone else about this whole mess if he is even willing to at somepoint bc Iida was relating that kind with such a horrific experiencein second hand, some in first hand. Why his dearest of all thepeople, how could they do this to him and toying with his feelingslike that? Iida loved them so much that it hurt even more. It’s hisolder brother he is going to for that who enlightens him a littlebit. And it reminds him of the hurt look his significant other hadsent him during his outburst before leaving the scene. Iida’s siblingwas his idol, his hero, his respectable older brother that he admiredso much and Tensei damn deserved it bc he is such a rational and justbasically good-hearted fellow. After gathering advice and taking sometime to contemplate even further, he will have a talk with them.Guilt is what follows after his love explaining them with their gazelocked to the floor and their fists resting tense on their lap. „Ilove you.“, they’d be the one trembling, confessing all over againand bc he returns the feeling he’d sincerely apologize and ask tostart over – to the very beginning.

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floralbfs · 5 years ago

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WIP Ask Game!

thank u anon!!!!

1: Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less.

orphan gains powers, gets adopted by alien, saves the world.

2: Post a line from your WIP with no context.

'There's a whoosh of air, and Leo suddenly hears a voice he never thought he'd ever be able to hear again.'

3: Does your WIP have a title? If so, explain its significance. If not, what are you calling it for now?

Okay so I have been calling it the Youtuber Superhero AU (because it started as a fandom au but then i made it an original!!) but I thought maybe it could be "Thicker than Water", since my MC, Leo, is an orphan and he lives alone for most of his life (most of his life lmao at least until canon point? read also: around 9-11 years when in canon he's like 19?) in a remote, lowkey magical place/dimension?, but ultimately he comes back to his hometown and creates a family for himself!!!! i won't give spoilers but, since i already said this, part of his found family is his adoptive dad, an alien who is also a superhero!! If not TtW, I would call it maybe,,,,, Moonstone???? at least the first book!!! (ooh, maybe TtW can be the series name and Moonstone the first book's name?) because Leo kind of gets his powers through a moon stone????? it's not actually moon stone; it was a strange rock he found in the magical dimension that seeked out a champion for the god Huitzilopochtli??? and the closest word Leo could get for it was Moonstone, because of its uhhhhh singular qualities!

4: Describe the setting of your WIP.

OKAY, this is a fun one!!! Leo's hometown is named Star Nova, idk why it just seemed cool, and it is a futuristic city!!! They don't follow capitalism Because I Said So, and they're really into, like, environmental stuff!!! So you'd see SO much flora all over the city kshdsjfh like those???? idk what they're called but like the towns overridden with plants? but controlled!!! There's a tiny percentage of the population (tho I still haven't decided if this is worldwide?? I have a way to make it worldwide but idk) who have superpowers, either due to "individual" factors (e.g Leo's powers are bc of the moonstone, and Matthew(his dad)'s powers are due to him being an alien!) or were affected by a weird experiment an Evil Corporation™ were doing; ECtm was trying out an illegal experiment that could alter living beings' genetics to their will, but it went wrong and their substance exploded and went airborne. Those who were working on it knew about its risks and toxicity, ergo they were wearing a special suit and weren't affected, but the gas contaminated and ??mixed?? with the air and spread to the nearest city, Star Nova (the unofficial capital of the Joint Pacific Nations) and affected a Whole Lot Of People!!! this all happened a while before canon, and the corporation got away with it bc they were filthy rich basically. Anyway, a lot of the people who were affected to the "virus" reacted negatively and died, some were uhhh """immune"""???, and a few Seemed to be immune but had actually had a successful celular-level bonding with the substance! It didn't do anything to them, but their children/grandchildren were born with physical or mental anomalies, also known as super powers (gasps)!!!! BUT!!! a lot of the story happens in the magical city of Coatl (it means serpent!), located within a pocket dimension somewhere inside the Mexican southern forest, where Leo finds himself when he's four years old, recently orphaned, guided by a magical ....bird....being....? he lives there for around eleven years, and he's granted Huitzilopochtli's Champion's power once he's like. Not A Baby lmao. Coatl is.... kind of like,,,,, an Olympus, I guess? Only those with like the destiny to find it know where it is, and they can lead other people there if it's for good causes! It's almost like a sentient city, and the Aztec gods kinda. chilled there???? my theory is that a lot of religious mythologies exist, at least in this universe, and they all co-exist on earth, or pocket dimensions inside of it!!! anyway, Leo lived there and was basically raised by gods???? and an AI???? bc i love AIs???? and uhhhh i think that got away from me ajdhsjdhsj does all of this even count as setting??? am i missing anything????

5: Search for the word “knife” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

no knives sadly :( i guess i haven't reached Those Scenes yet???? tho there should be one in the first chapter….. my wip document is just kind of very messy ajdhsjdjsjdh i might just have to make a new document????

6: Search for the word “dream” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

???????????? why am i not using any words?????????? sorry :/

7: What are you most proud of?

probably the worldbuilding and characters (at least those with superpowers? maybe i should say superpowers period)!!!!! they're very complex and thought-out????? and i THINK they're original!!!!! so!!!!! ＼(￣▽￣)／

8: What is your biggest challenge?

oooooof,,,,,,,, probably..... getting an actual plot lmao????? like i have an overall view of my would-be first and second books, but i don't know if they actually have enough to them to be written as they are?????? like… idk if the conflict is really like??? worthy to be a Main Conflict™????

9: How would you describe your writing style?

oooooooh uhhhhh maybe….. flowery prose???? i'm a poet at heart, so if i don't use loads of metaphors and language uhhhh idk their name in english but language variators??? i will literally die. but seriously nsjdhsjdhsjfh nothing too serious!!!! most of my “”””angst”””” scenes are….. not so sad, i think skfjsjfj

10: How would you describe your WIP’s narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)

oh!!!! well, i think it'd be multiple povs, alternating chapters, third person???? i'm still not sure whether to use 1st or if i already have??? p sure that's a different wip i'm thinking about tho

11: Which character do you have the most in common with?

uhhhhhhhhhhhh seeing how underdeveloped she is right now??? probably Persephone???? bc she's genderfluid skfjsjfjdjfh or uhhhh Scott??? bc i too love leo with my heart and would die for him and stay with him in the afterlife. (hypothetically, of course….)

12: Which character do you have the least in common with?

Maeve, probably!!!! she's, uh…. Something.

13: Your characters are stranded on a deserted island. What happens?

They Are All A Mess. akfhajfjajfj Matthew would probably become the leader and like. establish order and shit???? but he's also the hugest nerd so he'd just give the leader role to someone else (probably seph staine?) and goes exploring and cataloging shit skfhsjfhdjf Leo is probably the most resourceful one of the bunch, so he would immediately like. start planning for huts and food and stuff???? also idk if they would have their powers in this situation cause it'd be too easy to get them all out of there????? but let's just say they do but the island is inescapable by flight?? he can talk to animals, so he could communicate with the local fauna and like form alliances???? Seph is a good leader, so he'd probably like….. keep everything in check???? and Leo's friends are all good and resourceful, so they'd make a good team!!!! tldr they basically create order immediately and do their best to not struggle??? after a few days/weeks, some of them start to like. break down? but the adults are like. wise and shit??? and i'm pretty sure at least one of them is like a licensed therapist??? so they help each other out uwu

14: Have you chosen birthdays for any of your characters? If so, when are they?

oh!!!! only for a few!!!! Leo and Maeve's birthday is on March 25, Scott's birthday is on August 27, Matthew doesn't really have a birthday??? because time is different in his planet????, Percy and Persephone's birthday is somewhere in November, and uhhhh im p sure that's all i got akfjsjfjsj i suck at birth dates

15: Do you know your characters’ MBTI personalities?

GOD, no. maybe i should do their tests???👀

16: What would your characters be for Halloween?

Leo… doesn't believe in/care for Halloween, as he didn't grow up around it, but it's totally Scott's jam!!! they are dirt poor in a good first half of the book, though, so they can't really dress up :( they met in the library, and after (spoiler alert!!!) scotty's death, Leo feels it appropriate to dress up as Scott's fave characters every year. Percy and Persephone are (very weak) shapeshifters, so their costumes ROCK!!!!! they always do matching costumes, so they get cliché pair costumes!! Matthew….. uh. he is… way too old for that. he was literally alive before Halloween was even a thing, so it's not really his thing. Leah just……. does her own thing??? she can see ghosts, so she sometimes does like historical costumes and stuff with their help!!! and Ben…. oof tbh that depends on what his fave song/album/whatev is at the moment??? he kinda creates like a story/aesthetic for them and dresses up that way!!!!

17: Does your WIP have any themes or motifs?

uhhhh found family, definitely!!!! i really can't think of any bc i'm an idiot, but uhhhh intelligence??? if that's a thing??? like,,, they're all powerful and shit but it's also like. brains over brawns????

18: What’s easier, dialogue or description?

i think description!!!! neither of them are… hard??? but!!! description is like…… where i can go hog wild akfjskfjsjfb

19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.

20: Post a brief excerpt.

Leo @Leoberry

You asked, I answered. New Q&A video is now up!

[3k retweets, 10k likes, 9k replies] 20 min. ago

[My First Q&A- video transcription excerpt]

[Leo Berry, a nineteen-year-old brunette guy with green eyes, wearing a red shirt with a lightning symbol on it that's loose on his muscular form, waves at the camera and smiles widely, dimples showing up on his cheeks.]

Leo: Hey, guys. You've been asking me to do a Q&A for a while, and the day has finally arrived! I told you to ask me questions on Twitter with the hashtag #AskBerry, and I've picked a few!

[Leo smiles brightly and lifts up his cellphone.]

Leo: First off, here's one by @razzberry- nice username, by the way-: “what's your cat's name? Do you have more than one?”

[The video shifts, and there's suddenly two cats sitting on Leo's arms: a large, orange cat quickly falling asleep on his shoulder, and a black kitten hugged in his arms.]

Leo: I do! This little fella-

[He gasps as the kitten in his arms struggles to get free and runs off-camera.]

Leo: Don't leave me! Okay, that little fella is Onyx, and, as you can see, he doesn't like me very much. Anyway, this little gal asleep over here…

[He points toward a small orange cat sleeping on his shoulder.]

Leo: ...is Tigress! She's my little baby. You've probably seen her around a lot on my vlogs, since she really likes to hang out on my bed.

Leo: Next! @Honeybats asked: ‘“is it true your dad is Jade?”

[Leo smiles and, after a few seconds of trying to school his features, bursts out laughing.]

Leo: You mean to ask whether my dad is Matlal Jade, the greatest superhero of our era?

Leo: ...Well, yeah! My dad- [more laughs] my dad is totally my Jade. His name is Matthew, and I keep asking him to fly me to school. He says it's not funny!

[He sobers up for a second.]

Leo: Jokes aside, he adopted me a few years ago and he'll always be a superhero in my eyes. I was in a really dark place when he found me, and I can't thank him enough for all that he's done for me.

[Leo looks away for a second and loses his smile. The video cuts and skips again, and Leo appears once again, this time sporting an easy smile and a blue shirt, this one tighter around his shoulders.]

Leo: things got a bit too deep! This one was sent by @shazhangs: “are you dating anyone at the moment?”

[Leo laughs.]

Leo: God, no. I mean, I'm not really a people person, you know? And I’ve been so focused on work, vlogging, and, uh, extracurriculars, that I really haven't had any time to socialise.

[Leo laughs again.]

Leo: This one comes from @perspartone: will you collab with any other youtubers anytime soon?

Leo: Yeah, sure! I don't think I have done any videos with other people in the past, so it'd be a fun thing to do! I just have to find a friend first.

[Leo laughs loudly.]

[End of excerpt. For viewing of the video, refer to Leo Berry on Youtube, and find the full transcription here at DailyBerries in a few hours.]

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