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screaming-internally · 8 months ago
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I’m so happy rn!! I finished reading borealis series and I finally started iron on iron! And the joy it brings me is indescribable; the moment when they all met in one room-and ofc it wasn’t a normal accidental meeting!!- the only thing missing was the popcorn for me cause I love all of them, and I missed them so much! Just the banter, humour, teasing and arguing is ajgkgkg I’m like Jem just grinning and enjoying the entertainment. Can someone stop the world, it has to stop exists so I can do nothing else but read this series!
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featherandferns · 2 months ago
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rumours : where are they now?
jj maybank x grumpy!fem!reader
content warnings: mentions of sex and drugs
word count: 1.2k.
read rumours | Thank you so so much for 1000 followers!!! Since starting this blog in May of 2023, I have written so many characters and storylines. I get so many lovely anon messages telling me about their favourite universes and wondering what happens next after my fics have ended. So, I thought to celebrate 1000 followers, I’d indulge. Here’s the (current) where are they now for all of my fics so far…
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There was a rumour that you didn’t like Sarah Cameron. 
“Did you know Sarah’s scared of you?”
You frown and turn your head to face JJ. Your feet are sprawled out on his lap and one of his hands is occupied by rubbing the sole of your foot absentmindedly over your sock. His other is fidgeting with his lighter, a small tick you’d picked up on a while ago, and one that was somehow both adorable and sexy. 
“What?” you chuckle. 
“Yeah, she’s full on fucking scared of you.”
“That’s stupid,” you grumble. His finger slips to a ticklish spot and you flinch. He apologies and the two of you continue. 
“I think that she thinks that you don’t like her,” JJ explains. 
“I don’t like most people,” you shrug. “She shouldn’t take it personally.”
“You like me though,” JJ says. You frown at him, pretending to contemplate it, and JJ squishes that same ticklish spot to make you crack. Squealing, you try to wriggle out of his hold but his other hand abandons the lighter, latching around your lower leg and keeping you in place. 
“Get off me, freak,” you giggle, trying to sound vindictive. 
JJ laughs quietly as he pulls you towards him. You know what he’s after and he won’t let up until you indulge. Sighing, as if it’s some great burden, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. He’s quick though. JJ turns his head and presses his lips to yours, kissing you with such fever that it makes you laugh. It only gets funnier with how you feel him twitch under his sweatpants, against your feet. 
“You’re such a guy,” you light-heartedly berate. 
“Damn straight,” JJ grins boyishly. “Your guy.”
“Unfortunately,” you grin, kissing him again. Then, feeling the need to clarify, “I do like Sarah, by the way. She doesn’t need to be scared of me.”
JJ reconnects your lips, giving the slightest of nods. Breaking apart, you lean to retrieve the television remote from the coffee table. 
“Which one’s this one?” JJ asks. 
“Gentlemen Prefer Blondes,” you reply, clicking on the title and pressing play. 
The two of you get situated, comfortable on JJ’s couch (his dad out somewhere, giving you both some peace). JJ rolls a joint as the opening credits start. He’d traded in smoking cigarettes for smoking joints, and whilst you still didn’t love it, it was a lesser of two evils. 
As a way for JJ to make it up to you, he’d agreed to watch all the movies he claimed he liked when he was first trying to score you. That education journey turned into weekly movie nights, with JJ pretending to be tortured every time despite obviously enjoying each one you showed him. He liked the Clint Eastwood ones especially, which did not surprise you in the slightest. The ones with the cowboys and the gunfights and the plots that are as loosely tied together as a pasta necklace. 
It was hard to trust him again. Harder still to believe him. You hated that it was that way and hoped that with time it would pass. There didn’t feel as though there was a wall up between the two of you, but you did feel as though you still held yourself back just slightly. You couldn’t help it. You were careful to let people in as it was and after being made a fool of once, you were in no hurry to relive it again. Especially now, when your feelings had only grown for him. It’s so annoying how easy it is to love JJ Maybank. What an asshole. 
“I am proud of the earrings. Heirlooms, you know. Been in the family for ages.”
“You’d never know it - they look just like new!”
“Oh…quite. You might be interested in my tiara. I always carry it with me - afraid to leave it in the state room.”
“And you’re not afraid to show it to Lorelia?” 
“Now stop, she won’t know you’re teasing.”
You glance over to JJ to check he’s enjoying it. As much as you liked to pretend to give him hell for what he did, you didn’t want to subject him to something he didn’t care for. He always said he liked to read the things you would write and produce on your gifted typewriter (arguably the most important and valuable thing in your bedroom). You’d taken to making short movies and films, signing up for a video class at school, and he insisted on watching every picture. It wasn’t all one sided though: you’d join him to surf and fish and had tried to get him to teach you how to skate. He’d introduced you to his friends and you liked them - especially Sarah Cameron. You just weren’t particularly good at being approachable. You didn’t do the hugging and gossiping thing with your friends. Instead, you preferred to sit and observe and listen, and pass judgement only from time to time. 
When you look at JJ, you’re surprised to find his gaze already set on you. Quietly laughing, you furrow your brows as if to silently ask ‘what is it?’ You can see the effect of the weed already setting in by his demeanour. 
“What’d I do to get you?” JJ asks. 
“You were paid by a guy to take me out,” is your deadpan response. 
He rolls his eyes and tosses his head back. “Come on, man!”
“I’m kidding!” you giggle, poking his chest with your foot. “You were cursed in a past lifetime, is what I meant to say.”
“Hell of a curse,” JJ grins, seemingly to himself. 
“I’ll say,” is your snorting response. “Do you like the movie?”
The two of you glance back to the screen as if prompted by your question. Marilyn Monroe, beautiful blonde hair almost shining through the old saturated screen, sits pretty in a purple sweater. The tiara has just been planted on her head, sparkling every which way with every tiny diamond. 
“You’d look good in that,” JJ mumbles. 
“The tiara?”
“Yup.”
“Aw. You too, babes.”
“I’m serious,” JJ chuckles. The two of you turn your attention gladly back on one another. “Marilyn Monroe ain’t got a thing on you.”
“Maybe if I give you fifty bucks you’ll think different,” you can’t help but joke. JJ tosses his head back with another award winning groan. 
“Dude! Seriously? I'm tryn'a be romantic here.” 
Feeling slightly bad - worried your borderline cruel sense of humour might be too much - you practically crawl into his lap. Your fingers stroke lovingly at his jaw, coaxing his face to meet yours. Smiling, you lean forward and tenderly press your lips onto his: a delightful feeling of arousal and peacefulness stirring inside you when you do. Breaking apart, you whisper against his mouth: 
“No regrets, screw-boy.”
He kisses you again. Then, swift as a kite, he balances his joint between his lips like some sort of red-neck before hooking his hands under your ass, picking you up and tossing you onto your back on the sofa. Your giggles are soon silenced by his lips on yours once more. As the movie fades into the background, attention now elsewhere, you get the feeling that you were the best fifty bucks JJ Maybank ever earnt and ever spent. 
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louloulemons-posts · 1 year ago
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Storm Cloud Kisses
Summary : He was sunshine, I was midnight rain.
Word Count : 0.9k
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Warnings : not proofread, 2am writing (you can really tell sorry), swear, petnames (eddie calls reader Angel), shitty parents, minor angst, fluffy, idiots in love.
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It scares him sometimes, how much you mean to him. Terrifies him. You just walked into his life, like a grumpy little rain cloud on a sunny day. He was whipped.
He adored you as soon as he laid eyes on you. People could easily say the same with you, the only person you had a soft spot for was the Munson boy.
You teased him sure, but you were never mean. You couldn’t bear the thought of making him frown. It hurt your heart to think such things.
Even though you both felt that way, neither of you would admit it. Eddie felt you were too good for him, and you felt like he deserved better. All in all, you were both idiots.
“Good morning,” Eddie spoke as you climbed into his van, you only grunted in return. Shifting over to rest your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” he asked.
“Tired.”
“Didn’t sleep well?”
“Nope. They were up late again.”
“Why don’t you come stay with me and Wayne, catch up on sleep?”
“I don’t want to be a bother.”
“Trust me, Angel, you’re not.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mhm, after school we’ll come here, get some stuff and then you can stay at mine.”
“Thanks Eddie.”
“Anytime.”
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The school day seemed to drag, glaring at anyone who breathed too loud. Walking down the hall in your own world you bumped into someone.
“Watch where you’re going freak!” Jason Carver shouted, trying and failing to push you into a locker. Grabbing him by the wrist you pulled him close, “Ever shove me again and I’ll chop your minuscule little friend off, understand?”
“Mhm,” he whimpered.
“Do you understand?” you gritted your teeth. “Shit,” you heard a familiar voice speak, “Angel let go.” Eddies hand came to hold yours. “Let go of him.”
“I’m serious Carver, you never touch me like that again.” Dropping his hand, you walked away from Eddie. “Hey!” he called after you, following you down the hallway.
“Angel would you stop for a sec?” His hand came to hold your shoulder, making you halt. “What?” you snapped, instantly regretting it when you saw the childish glint leave his eyes. “Sorry,” you mumbled.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not, I’m sorry.”
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, rubbing his thumb on your shoulder. “What?”
“Let’s skip, who wants to go to math anyways.”
“Eddie-“
“Unless you’re weird and like math, then of course we can go, I just mean I know something else we can-“
“Eddie. Let’s skip.” He smiled softly at you, leading you out of the school.
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Eddie had been driving for almost 20 minutes now, and you had no clue where you were. “Here we go,” he said, stopping the van. “Where are we?” you asked.
“We are somewhere we can both relax and not have to worry about anything.”
“This is where you come to get stoned isn’t it?”
“Well shit Angel you got me, now jump out.”
Climbing out the van, you raised your brow as Eddie opened up the back. Getting back in the vehicle, he laid out some blankets and pillows. “Come on,” he held out his hand for you, helping you climb up and pulled the doors shut behind you.
“Eddie what the hell? You brought us out here to lay in the van?”
“I brought you out here to sleep, now come lay down.” The pair of you sat side by side, your body and brain both equally exhausted.
“I shouldn’t have hurt Carver.”
“He shouldn’t have called you a freak.”
“I don’t want to be like them, thinking that violence and threatening people will get you what you want.”
“You’re nothing like them.”
Sighing you looked at the boy, his dark eyes already locked on you. “I’m so scared I’m gonna turn out like then.”
“Which proves you’re already a better person, bad people don’t worry about being bad they just are. Good people worry. You’re a good person Angel.”
Your head rested on the boys shoulder, and his arm wrapped around you. “How do you always know how to make me feel better?”
“What can I say I’m just great.”
“You really are Eds.” You leant up to kiss his cheek, but Eddie had begun to turn his head to look down at you. Lips brushing you quickly pulled away. “I’m so sorry!” you said quickly.
The boys faced reddened, “It’s okay.” Your eyes softened, oh. “It’s okay?” you asked.
“Yeah it’s okay.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I … if I did it again, properly this time?”
“N-no, I wouldn’t mind.” A small smile came to your face, holding Eddies own in your two hands. Leaning in you softly brushed your lips against his own.
It was gentle and sweet, but made your stomach feel like you had a thousand fireworks going off inside. It was perfect.
“We should have done that sooner,” Eddie laughed. “Yeah we should’ve. But better late than never.”
“Angel I didn’t bring you out here to make out, let’s have a nap.”
“Okay.”
The pair of you got comfy, your head resting on Eddies chest, he pulled a blanket over the pair of you, keeping you close in his arms. “Thank you for taking care of me Eds.”
“Oh Angel I always will,” he placed a small kiss in your hair.
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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍
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bitchliteraria1906 · 5 months ago
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Romantic Loki x reader headcanons!
Warnings: NSFW in the end, long post, he/she/they pronouns for Loki, reader's gender is left ambiguous, some small angst.
•Slow burn. Besides obvious trust issues, I also headcanon Loki as demiromantic, so it's gonna take a while and a lot of emotional connection.
•The pining phase could go a lot of ways. Maybe she hides it well, maybe he becomes distant to avoid the feelings and angst ensues, leading to the tearful confession cliché.
•Anyways, the first few months of dating are definitely a bit hard for them because it's all so new, but with a little bit of patience and work on both parts the relationship is actually pretty stable.
•Let’s talk about Loki engaging in the 5 love languages!
•The love language Loki finds easier to express is acts of service, and that comes in acting like a stereotypical gentleman (opening doors, walking you home, etc) and favors. The logic is simple: it's less akward. He can pretend it's just being polite. She also receives this pretty well, despite sometimes feeling like you're doing too much for her.
•Gift giving is also easy. Loki simply pays close attention to the material goods you have (the clothes you wear, the trinkets in your room, etc) and then trusts his good taste to buy similar ones, but even better. As for receiving, I think they'd be happy that you saw something and thought of them, regardless of what the object itself is. Handmade gifts are also appreciated.
•Quality time is very important to him, after a life of constantly feeling excluded and neglected. This includes fancy and super well planned date nights, but what really matters for her is conversation. Most of the time Loki is more of a listener, he enjoys learning about you and hearing your voice, but when she gets going, she really does, and will talk and rant for hours. Comfortable silence is also highly welcomed, and some days he actually prefers it. Reading together is peak.
•Pysical touch is tricky. Loki has this weird thing where they kind of run away from physical touch while also craving it. After he gets used to it though, he's all over you, at least in private. Personal favorites include you sitting on her lap, receiving or giving massages, having his hair played with and cuddling.
•WORDS OF AFFIRMATION. That's literally the thing they crave most, despite not realizing it: to have someone tell him he's good and loved, and actually mean it. She's really taken aback when you compliment her due to not being used to it, and tries to hide how much it affects them, with mixed results. When the reality (that he is very praise starved) sets in and Loki accepts it, their response is to try and get better at believing you when you praise them, and start praising you more often too. She knows how much feeling underapreciated sucks, and doesn't want that for you.
•Uses pet names like "Darling", "My love" and "Sweetheart", and used to make fun of people who used "Baby", "Honey" and similar things.
•Then one day you use one of these on her and he's like "Oh no I love that actually". They do threaten to stab you if you tell anyone, though.
•Scary partner privilege: any bully, harasser, stalker, etc you might have tend to back away at the sight of Loki.
•Protective, even if you don't ask for it.
•A bit of the jealous type due to insecurity and fear of losing you. Nothing creepy, they just get a bit grumpy when she feels you're giving someone who can be competition a little too much attention. Nothing a talk can't fix.
•Will find you 10000% more attractive if you're able to answer to their sarcasm with more sarcasm.
•One of his biggest insecurities is that they think they're putting too much on you. You shouldn’t have to comfort her after nightmares, or when it's the anniversary of Frigga's death and he can barely get out of bed, but you do, and they don't completely understand why, at least not in the beginning.
•I hope you enjoy eating because Loki will ask you to finish his drinks and food for her when you guys eat out.
•Probably teaches you how to fight, if you don't already know.
•Also teaches you to slow dance.
•Is more than happy when you're the one teaching and explaining stuff too. Asks for your help with Earth tecnology sometimes and will let you explain your favorite books, movies and music to them.
•Does magic for you (both to help you with tasks and just to make you smile) and gets all happy when you compliment her abilities.
NSFW headcanons start below!
•Preference for subbing, but will switch it up sometimes.
•Enjoys both giving and receiving degradation and praise. Mostly praise.
•Light bondage and pain play are welcomed, but not necessary and it depends on mood.
•Forced herself to supress some of their preferences due to shame and fear of the vulnerability that came with it.
•Will try almost anything if you ask, except stuff involving playing with body fluids (scat, blood, etc) and exhibitionism.
•As a sub he's either really bratty or really sensitive and needy, depending on the day. Had a bit of trouble with communication and safe words initially, which led to some nights of silently crying in your arms because of sub drop. It eventually gets better, and she starts slowly but surely melting at how well you take care of them. The feeling of being able to let their mind go blank and know you'll be right there and make sure he's okay is immaculate to him.
•As a dom, she's a big teaser, while also trying to copy the stuff you do to them when he's the one subbing, because to her that's the best treatment anyone could ask for.
•100% uses magic to spice things up sometimes. Just don't ask them to drastically change his looks, she will get self conscious and wonder if you're not attracted to them the way he is.
•Goes crazy (in a good way) at the idea of receiving hickeys.
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mari-lair · 1 year ago
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Aye is me again!
I was just wondering if you had any theories on what Teru's dream involving Aoi may be. He says she's necessary for his dream and I wonder if its because she's a direct descendant of the kannagi line?
I hope his dream includes Akane too bc even if they won't end up together I just KNOW they'll be besties either way (am soft for Akane being the 1st person he shows his true self to outside his family)
Hello! :D I have no hope Aidairo will treat this sub plot with care, (or any plot that includes Aoi) so this will be more of a rambly analysis than a theory.
I am inclined to believe Teru’s dream doesn’t have anything to do with her Kannagi blood because of how he approaches Aoi compared to Nene.
Nene is also a Kannagi, but Teru never searches for Nene or gives her much thought, he even let her have a crush on what he sees as a dangerous supernatural since it is what she wants so who is he to reprimand a dying girl? Whenever they are together he flatters her but never asks about her life or tries to make her linger in his presence. 
He does show interest in Nene being a Kannagi but it does not feel like he sees her as a weapon or an important tool that he can use to achieve a ‘goal’. She is still a ‘silly girl’ or a ‘funny girl’ in his mind, someone he is kind to when they are face to face, but he doesn't go out of his way to do much for her.
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Aoi is canonically very hard to get close to, so trying to 'be her friend just to use her later’ would be contrived and too stupid for a character built up to be smart, considering Nene (who had a crush on him throught a big part of the manga) would be a far better target to get his hands on Kanagi powers.
Teru actively goes out of his way to try to learn more about Aoi and make her stay with him, even if he has to resort to manipulation, he will do it to spend more time with her.
It also bears mention that Akane's tactless way to ‘woo’ Aoi is what he hates the most about Akane. Not Akane supernatural contract or, any of his behavior with Teru, but how he approaches Aoi:
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Teru trusts Akane, but he gets disgusted with how he put her on a pedestal, how his obsession gets on creepy territory at times, yet, when Akane and Aoi work things up and are able to properly communicate, Teru gets grumpy and mopes about their almost kiss. A kiss that shouldn’t be significant if what he was interested in was her Kannagi status.
He listens to Akane go on and on about how ‘sweet and kind and pretty’ Aoi is without ever shutting him down, and despite loving to annoy the clock keeper, he never disagrees or implies that Aoi isn't as amazing as Akane claims, so he does have a very positive view of Aoi.
I can’t say for sure what his dream is, but it feels related to Aoi as a person, not her blood or ancestors. Is a desire of his own.
Minamotos are very connected to supernaturals, and they are pushed to put their duties first, but being disconnected from other, and able to have a level head in dangerous situations doesn’t make them any less human or emotional: They value their family, their friends, their desires, occasionally putting them above their job for selfish reasons.
Now let’s talk about a theory Maagi shared with me, that the more i thought about it, the more plausible it seemed: If Teru was in love with Aoi, it wouldn't be the first time a Minamoto fell in love, or at the very least, was very attracted, to an Akane.
The manga makes a point to heavily imply that Kanagis usually live with loved ones at the start of their lives, and that even in the old ages where Sumire’s story takes place, it's seen as cruel to abandon a child so young.
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They mention her family wanted to ‘get away from her resentment’ but considering how oblivious and happy she had been to “marry God”, eager to declare a demon her husband, it is far more likely they wanted to get rid of Sumire for reasons out of her control, like her bloodline.
From Sumire pale eyes, which have hints of the Akane purple we know, but is mostly blue, to her expertise in using spiritual tools (from her knife, to bracelets, to even a protective barrier)  it’s just far too much of a coincidence.
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Even her personality seems like a mix between Teru and Aoi.
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And I can see the argument that her exorcism tools are things that every Kannagi can use, since Aoi can use them too, but it is still strange that Sumire has so many tools associated with the Minamoto clan, when every other sacrifice has none. Not even a bracelet.
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The bracelet is not part of a Kannagi’s uniform. Or a precaution of No.6 that comes with his duties. It’s a Minamoto’s gift. Which makes Sumire feel more personal than ‘just another sacrifice girl’, like her protection matters for someone.
This leads me to how Teru gave Aoi a bracelet the second she got mixed with supernaturals, and let her keep it,
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He never offered this kind of protection to anyone else, not even Nene, the girl that lives in danger.
So even if the fandom will cry at the idea, there is a lot to indicate Teru is genuinely interested in Aoi. The seeds are there, Aidairo was just clunky when hinting his interest (I’m still baffled an interaction as important as the convenience store one is in a spin off.)
And I am sure his dream includes Akane! Akane is his best friend, even when he wants to spend time with Aoi, he isn’t opposed at all to Akane tagging along.
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He values Akane in a completely different way than he values Aoi, but is so clear he has tons of fun with the two Aois!
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(There is a reason I would be chill if his crush was either Aoi or Akane, he acts in such a way that no matter who he has a crush on, it is still obvious he really values them both)
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ineffably-poetic · 1 year ago
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hi everyone i have a very important announcement to make
GOOD OMENS RAPUNZEL AU
once again i’m gonna need you to hear me out on this one.
so Zira is an angel who is scared to go against the rules, but part of him wants to be free. Who else is like that? Rapunzel.
Crowley is a demon who actively breaks the rules and goes against everyone else, and convinces Aziraphale to do that as well. Who else is like that? Flynn Rider.
Gabriel is an angel who always puts Zira down, tells him Crowley is the enemy, and that he’s naive, too soft. Who else does this? Mother Gothel.
Now does everyone remember Mother Knows Best (Reprise)?
Okay listen:
[RAPUNZEL, spoken] I think he likes me
[MOTHER GOTHEL] Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented This is why you never should have left Dear, this whole romance that you've invented Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really? Look at you, you think that he's impressed?
So Aziraphale is in love with Crowley, right? And obviously Gabriel thinks Aziraphale shouldn’t be on Earth. SAME AS IN THE LYRICS.
[RAPUNZEL] No!
[MOTHER GOTHEL, spoken] No? Oh, I see how it is.
Rapunzel knows best Rapunzel's so mature now Such a clever grown-up miss Rapunzel knows best Fine, if you're so sure now Go ahead, then give him this
This is why he's here! Don't let him deceive you! Give it to him, watch, you'll see!
Trust me, my dear That's how fast he'll leave you I won't say I told you so - no Rapunzel knows best! So if he's such a dreamboat Go and put him to the test
Aziraphale finally tries to defy Heaven’s wishes near the end, but is once again shut down when Uriel and Sandalphon come down to Earth. Then he does so again by not participating in the war. And then finally he helps Adam save the world.
Also, what is Crowley trying to get from Aziraphale in Episode 3? HOLY WATER. So instead of Flynn trying to get the crown, it’s Crowley trying to get the holy water.
If he's lying Don't come crying Mother knows best...
Also, this could be a stretch, but “Mother” could be argued as God. Maybe Gabriel is trying to convince Aziraphale to follow along with him because it’s “what the Almighty wants”.
anyway, yeah. that’s why there should be a Good Omens Rapunzel AU.
(and don’t even get me started on how Rapunzel and Flynn reflect Zira and Crowley’s sunshine personified and grumpy guy who’s actually a nice person dynamic)
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tiffanylamps · 10 months ago
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gargoyle (affectionate)? 👀
a very late reply to this tag game heyyyy friend!!!! thanks so much for the ask! i hope you are well and that life is treating you well :) so, gargoyle (affectionate) is short and sweet fic about joo won coming out to dong sik. it's set post canon and takes place before anything romantic has happened between the boys (they're taking it slow, just trying to live, breathe, and be friends. but they definitely have feelings for eachother).
i thought it would be interesting to explore what it feels like coming out "later on" in life- in my mind joo won hasn't ever stated his sexual orientation to anyone, not directly, anyway. and i think it would soooo sweet if dong sik were the first person he felt comfortable with disclosing this to. it's about trust and growth and comfort and family and home and acceptance and small gestures of kindness and feeling loved and being yourself and the relief of letting another person in, etc. y'know? i think i may have shared this wip before, but i'm going to give you a snippet despite that. it's kinda long 'cause i have a lot more written for this wip than the others i listed
Joo Won turned around at the sound of Dong Sik’s voice, and it was immediately obvious that the kid hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Not ignorant to Joo Won's stoic nature, Dong Sik found himself somehow still tingling with surprise, because, even now, Joo Won stood so still, frowning and exhausted. Most people would have misconstrued his tiredness with anger, but anyone who mattered could see past Joo Won’s default apparent grumpiness to the soft centre he failed miserably to conceal. If anything, it’s rather amusing. Usually, such grumpiness is only reserved for gargoyles standing guard on the edges of buildings, high up and away from sight. 
Dong Sik shouldn’t find the image of Joo Won haunched into a ball on his garden wall-as silent as stone and permanently snarling at anyone who passes by-as funny as he does. But well, what can he say? He can’t imagine he would mind having his own personal gargoyle; grotesque in nature, but beautiful nonetheless. 
“My shift ended not long ago, and I was nearby, so…” 
Ah, so it was one of those mornings. Dong Sik’s cheeks twinge with heat, it’s nice to be someone’s go-to choice for company. Still, Joo Won’s eyes remain on him, taking in any piece of information they can. No marble, granite, ivory or stone could observe Dong Sik with as a keen devotion or unblinking absolution as Joo Won can; the statue of King Se Jong would blink before Joo Won ever did. “A long night?” Dong Sik asks, making no move to invite Joo Won into his home. He remembers with distaste those kinds of nights, ones where the job is all-consuming and everything else, even one’s hunger and blisteringly painful bladder, is second to the case at hand. 
“Hm, domestic abuse.” Dong Sik could feel the dried dirt crumbling under his feet as he strolled over to his rusted garden gate. He held it open as an unspoken invitation, one of which Joo Won took without consideration. They fell in step, their movements matching as they wandered down the lane. Joo Won sighs, “it was all a bit of a cock-up, to be honest.”
Dong Sik resisted the urge to laugh, it would seem that not much has changed since he left the police force. Instead, he smirks and makes an inquisitive noise that encourages Joo Won to divulge more information.
i hope you like it :)
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uh-ohspaghettio · 2 years ago
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oog oog oog spn question incoming get fucking ready
do u agree with the way (some of) the fandom has characterized tfw (sam being the smart levelheaded one, dean being a hotheaded emotionally stunted mess and cas being grouchy and sassy all the time) also what is a character or plotline that got randomly left unresolved/had a stupid resolution that u wish they did more with?
Hi I love you <3 (sorry if this is long I having a lot of thoughts)
I personally don’t agree with the way the is catergorized by character but I don’t think it’s egregious enough to to hate it. There is some truth to it but as the same time they’re much more complex.
I personally think Dean is much smarter than he lets on and I hc that’s because he focused so much on making Sam feel like he’s smart because skipping from school to school you’re bound to fall behind. I also think since he strived so much for his dad’s affection he focused on portraying his outward masculine strengths and physical strengths to get his approval cause let’s be honest there’s no way John cared about grades.
Dean is definitely a hot head which emotional issues but it shouldn’t be dismissed that Sam is also emotionally stunted. Sam is literally so unhinged especially in the earlier seasons like hello bloodfreak my beloved, and I’ll be honest I feel like his characterization drops in the later seasons so I see where the level headedness idea comes from but the Sam that lives in my head is still just as unhinged
I honestly don’t think Castiel is even that sassy I just think he generally doesn’t understand human communications especially not in the earlier seasons. I see him grumpy in the sense of frustration of adapting to this new world cause last time he was on earth in a human vessel was the 1800s and that was only briefly.
The character story line that always bothered me is with Benny and Sam. Before this AND after this you see several times Sam try to argue maybe not all ‘monsters’ are actual monsters, we see that with Madison and Amy, and that one kid in season 15 just off the top of my head, anyways Dean is always on the side of it doesn’t matter kill them, but suddenly when Dean befriends a vampire and wants Sam to trust that Benny is good Sam suddenly refuses and forces Dean to cut off Benny. I definitely think Sam would have hesitancy with accepting Benny no doubt but flat out refusing when time and time again Sam expresses how he questions the morals of killing ‘monsters’ sometimes. I just think it was really out of character and honestly they probably just added that in just for some Sam and Dean conflict they feel the need to sprinkle in every other season
Bonus: I also hate how it was revealed in 1x03 that Dean had mutism as a young child and then it was literally never addressed again.
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ssreeder · 2 years ago
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waaaAAAHHHH sreedie I’m so fucking pumped for this chapter you have no IDEA
jee out here crushing rasu’s hopes and dreams like the perfect grumpy uncle he is <3
rasu is the emotional fallout catcher and I love him for that
wheezing that katara’s most pressing concern when seeing zuko for the first time is THIS BITCH HAS HAIR??
zuko please why is your fight or flight response fucked up enough to become fight or insult the person trying to help you.
oh shit wait does zuko think katara is sokka???
yeah zuko definitely thinks she’s sokka lmao it’s giving major head injury
ugh NO just let sokka see zuko I hate it here
BUT ALSO!!! big win that iroh can tell the boys that zhao is dead at some point (it better be sooner rather than later, right sreedie??)
AT LEAST AZULA ISNT IN BA SING SE it’s the little victories lads, the itsy bitsy ones
also can sokka PLEASE tell SOMEBODY about the bending suppressants I’m like super concerned about that
aaaaaang not the yue bomb T-T
dude. the fact that aang has suffered so much loss- I can’t anymore
BATO T-T not zuko’s “glowing personality”
god I love chang he takes No shit whatsoever
I’m sorry but bato saying ara “had some issues” is such an understatement, why does this man have such a comedic thought process. he really said I do not want to touch This with a 10ft pole
LMAO pls it would be so funny if bato did end up kissing chang (especially if it’s accidental)
loving bato in his damage control era
CHANG “now that things are awkward I’m gonna go” T-T my guy said TOODLES
ah yes, return of the penis fingers trauma from the good old days <3
HES AWAKE and immediately making innuendoes
trust that jet decides to expose sokka while on his deathbed I shouldn’t have expected any less from him
AZULA
I love mai <33333333
sreedie WHO has been leaving you negative comments and WHERE can I find them (not bc I wanna defend you or anything haha not like I still care about you even though we’re divorced haha I HATE you actually)
anyways I’ve been ROBBED???!?!? wHere was my zukka reunion >:(((
sreedie it better be soon bc I’m losing my whole mind… but yes very very vibrating-out-of-my-seat about the potential of a zuko and chang reunion too :3 (if you kill chang I will throw a rock through your window and smash all your lightbulbs)
LOVE HATE YOU HEAPS <3
LEEEEEKKKKIIIIIEEEEE
the time has come I release your ask into the void and am no longer able to stare at it and giggle when I see all your silly but so satisfying words. (I’m sorry this one is so much later than the rest my life is enjoying kicking me around and I’m too tired to fight back)
Ok sooo…. I love/hate you let’s DO THIS!
I feel like Zukos hair was more important than his redemption arc so yes it must be acknowledged by everyone almost immediately haha.
I hate it here too leekie let’s move fuck the ending of this fic let’s do a new one
I think I just heard leekie is a Chang/bato shipper but it’s a trouple because lyns there so it’s a real party whoop whoop!
Zukka reunion is coming, its just probably…. Not….. next……. Chaoter………. Sorrrrrryyyy but SOON
I swear soon
Love ya
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kob131 · 2 years ago
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Wooo momma CJ, you have somehow become even dumber.
So for context- I am not a Bumbleby shipper. It just kind of exists to me, which is usually how Blake-related stuff happens. I prefer Ruby or Yang. The most I have to say about this is that ‘Stop fucking giving moments that can be edited out for China RT- I do not trust you to do anything but make the move that would profit you” and “I would really like for this to have happened in a way that flipped off all those Bumbleby shippers that tormented the writers by denying every single bit of LGBT rep before this’. (Then again, I feel the same way about Blacksun shippers).
So naturally, I’d be somewhat inclined to listen to this on principle. But boy howdy did CJ fuck this up out of the gate.
If this is supposed to be about ‘better writing’ CJ, then shouldn’t you be making the argument about what KIND of relationship Yang should be in, if any? Her ending up with another girl or, surprise!, no one are still valid options. Before you even begin with who she should be fucking (Let’s be honest, that’s what you care about)- You should probably define her sexuality or decide not to.
And the funny thing is- He’s implying that it would be better writing for Yang to end up with one of these four guys. But by as he’s said before- they fuck execution as much as conceptualization so no matter what, the writers would be fucking up the relationship. Because most things can work if done properly in fiction. And thus- there is no reason to believe that Yang would work with them than Blake or whoever.
But sure- let’s assume that the problem is that Yang is gay. ... A fucking stupid idea since Yang never barred the option of being bisexual but let’s accept the premise for argument’s sake.
The options we have are the following-
Ren-Someone who not only has a love interest but his character was SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED to be a reverse of Nora’s so he doesn’t work with anyone BUT Nora.
Neptune- A guy whose barely a character with no real grounds to make a judgement on if he’d be better in this or that relationship.
Jaune-A guy that the writing can’t focus on for more than five minutes or else Miles gets death threats in the mail.
And Sun-A character that seems to have been SPECIFICALLY MADE for Blake, much in the same vein as Yang.
None of these guys by concept (except maybe Jaune) are any better than any other option, let alone Blake. Because like Sun, Yang was made as a character with her relation to Blake in mind, platonic or romantic. It’s why Sun and Adam, two other characters made with Blake in mind, share some elements with Yang.
This whole thing is just a fuck show. I don’t know if CJ is homophobic- This is fiction and not reality. Not to mention he’s probably doing this for ‘anti-Bumbleby’ clapback points. But honestly- I don’t care if you do call him that now. Cuz it’s really easy to see this are homophobic.
P.S. Just so i can kick that ‘grumpy bitch’ argument in the balls on the way out-
The world is fucking ending, she lost her fucking arm, the person she lost her arm for ran off, she likely has depression on top of her PTSD, people won’t stop lying to each other and her mother turned out to be a pathetic coward. As a person- Yang’s likely going to be grumpy. As a character- the tone is more desperate and dour than before, no shit she’ll show a more grumpy side in response.
Lmao this guy (if y'all are on twitter you know who it is)
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First of all, “devolved into a grumpy bitch”. Like lmao the misogyny jumped out. Sorry Yang has more character traits than just being a blonde funny party girl with big tits and that she actually has a personality and a backstory.
Also his great idea “hey guys! If instead of having the bad idea of Yang getting with Blake—her teammate and a character whose arc is directly connected with hers—the writers were good and Yang got with one these clearly better choices, who would it be?” *Proceeds to put two of Yang's friends who already had love interests in the show and two other guys with whom Yang has interacted maybe twice in the show*
Also, I really like the implication that it would only be good writing if Yang dated a guy! Like, obviously, even if it wasn't Blake, Yang dating another female character, like Weiss or Nora, would be terrible writing too, because what's really bad about the writing apparently is that Yang is sapphic and not dating a boy.
Like lmao.
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likeahorribledream · 3 years ago
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ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ
PART TWO OF I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU
SUMMARY: Bucky is up and he remembers everything.
PAIRING: Beefy!Bucky x Reader
WORD COUNT: 3.1k
GENRE: Fluffy fluff
REQUEST: Drunk Bucky (maybe drunk with that Thor drink in AOU?) asking reader to marry him a thousand times, and getting really upset if she says no; but in a cute way.
Could this be in a bar or a party with the Avengers? Something like that tower party in AOU?
𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃
𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃
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As cliché as it sounds, Bucky has been in love with you since the moment he first saw you. You had welcomed him with open arms and never once did you make him feel like he shouldn’t be a part of the team or acted like you were scared of him. As you had explained to him countless of times: Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier are two different people to you. One’s a victim of war and the other is your shy, kinda grumpy best friend. That’s how it’s always been with you and it never felt like you were lying to him when you said that, so he believed you. Bucky trusts you completely, he trusts you as much as he trusts Steve and that’s saying something since they grew up together. Bucky doesn’t let just anyone in and you always are grateful that you managed to be one of them because he’s an incredible man. He’s smart, funny and kind. He’s also somewhat of a geek and a dork, two things that make you love him even more.
You and Bucky get along fantastically well. Everyone was surprised about that. Everyone but Steve. He’s known Bucky his whole life and he knows who the man is under all the scars, trauma and emotional distress. He never had trouble making friends or being friendly to everyone he met, except for the assholes who would beat up Steve. Bucky is a great man and Steve always feels sad at the thought that HYDRA also took that from him. But thankfully he’s got you to break him out of his shell.
You have spent so much time together that it’s almost like you’re one person most of the time. You don’t need to speak to talk to one another; a simple look does the trick. You always know what the other is feeling, sometimes even before the other does. You complete each other in so many ways and when you’re paired up together during a mission, there’s no stopping you. You’re an amazing team on and off the field. You get the job done and you do it well.
You rarely ever fight but when you do it never lasts long because you can’t go a full day without talking to one another.
Everyone thinks you’re adorable together but no one says anything because they know it’s a sensitive subject and they don’t want to ruin what the two of you have. It’s not something that comes by every day, it’s a very rare kind of bond. If soulmates exist then the two of you are the definition for it.
Bucky’s never been sure about your feelings, he has no idea where you stand and he’d rather not risk losing you as a friend even if Steve tells him time and time again to go for it. He keeps telling Bucky that you most definitely feel the same but Bucky never believes him.
What you have is close enough of a romantic relationship for him, he doesn’t need more. He gets to see you every day, spend time with you, watch movies or go to restaurants, you often even sleep in the same bed and if Bucky gets to wake up to you in the morning, then that’s more than enough for him. He’s madly in love with you and he’ll take whatever he can get from you, no complaining.
Every time there’s an event or a gala or anything else that requires the Avengers to dress up and show off, you go together. Your outfits always match, you get in together and you come out together. It has been this way since you’ve become friends. You rely and lean on each other for absolutely everything, from very silly things to very serious ones.
Bucky loves that he can speak freely to you. There’s never any judgment, you always make sure that it feels like a safe space for him and it’s something he’ll forever cherish.
Last night at Tony’s after party, Drunk Bucky made his first appearance and the one thing to know about Drunk Bucky is that he has no filters. None. Whatever comes to his mind quickly comes out of his mouth soon after. His loose lips have never been something he needed to worry about around you because the serum keeps him from getting drunk. He hadn’t factored in Thor’s liquor and how strong it is though.
All of his feelings for you come out, one after the other with no way of stopping them. He can’t even rely on Steve to make him stop, he’s been waiting for Bucky to make a move for a long time, after all.
Drunk Bucky doesn’t understand why you keep brushing his feelings off like they aren’t a big deal. He loves you, wants to be with you. Why does that make you laugh? That’s not how you’re supposed to react.
Why won’t you believe him when he finally has the courage, the liquid kind, to tell you how he feels?
You manage to appease him long enough to get him to fall asleep with a promise to marry him if he still remembers and wants to marry you the next morning. And boy does he remember.
Apparently hangovers aren’t a thing either, thanks to the serum, so he’s in tip top shape, no headache with a full recollection of what he said to you the night before. He feels like he’s going to die from embarrassment alone. He can’t believe he was bold enough to put it all out there. Then he remembers how you took everything as a joke and his heart painfully clenches in his chest.
As he lies in bed, looking down at your still sleeping form, Bucky decides that he’s going to embrace Drunk Bucky’s confidence. He won’t back down, he won’t pretend like he doesn’t remember and he certainly won’t act like he didn’t mean a word he said. No, he’s all in now.
When he notices you waking up, he feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest. He’s suddenly so nervous. All it takes is for you to look up at him and all of his courage and confidence is back.
He smiles down at you and talks softly, he knows that you don’t like it when people are loud in the morning. ‘’Good morning.’’
You smile back. ‘’Good morning.’’
His hand that had been rubbing your back as he got lost in his thoughts stops moving and lays flat out on your back while his other hand cups your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. ‘’So, when are we getting married, baby doll?’’ He grins.
He can clearly see the shock on your face and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. ‘’You remember?’’
Bucky nods. ‘’I do.’’
‘’How? You were so drunk.’’
‘’The serum, I guess. I remember everything and I feel perfectly fine.’’
‘’So you decided to keep going with the getting married joke?’’ You shake your head, smiling. ‘’Such a dork.’’
‘’Baby doll, I might have been drunk last night but everything I said was true. I’m not going to force you to marry me, even though you did promise, but I need you to know that I really do love you and that some day I’d love to marry you. You’re my best friend and there’s no one else I’d rather grow old with.’’ He strokes along your bottom lip, looking lovingly down at you.
‘’Jamie if this is a joke, it’s really not funny.’’ Your heart is racing in your chest and you feel a lump forming in your throat.
You love Bucky, of course you love him. There will never be another man that even comes close to him for you, he’s everything you want and more. You never said anything because what Bucky needed was a friend, not a girlfriend. Last night had been so hard for you to hear him say everything you’ve dreamt about. You tried not to let your hopes up, it was the alcohol talking after all, but deep down inside you were wishing that all he said was the truth.
You sit up in Bucky’s bed, getting out of his hold and you look down at him. You follow him with your eyes as he imitates you and sits up.
‘’I would never joke about something like that. Especially not with you." He holds out his hand hesitantly, his confidence faltering again.
You don't even need to look down, you put your hand in his right away.
"We don't lie to each other. Ever. We never have and I doubt we ever will, so please believe me when I say that I love you and that I want to marry you, one day. Since the moment we met I've known that I wanted to marry you, that I loved you but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. There's nothing more important to me than our friendship but I also won't lie to you and tell you I didn't mean what I said last night or that I don't remember." He kisses the back of your hand and looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction.
When you don't say anything he continues. "You don't have to make a decision today or even this month, but I just hope that one day you will give me a chance to show you that I can be good enough for you."
You frown and shake your head no. "What? No, James. You need to stop."
Bucky feels like he's going to be sick, of course you're rejecting him. What was he thinking?
He tries to let go of your hand but you quickly grab it. "You need to stop thinking that you're not good enough. You are good enough, you're even more than good enough. You are worthy of anything you want, ok?"
He relaxes at your words. "You mean that?" He whispers.
"We don't lie to each other, remember?" You smile.
Bucky smiles. "That's right."
"As far as getting married goes I don't know when will be the right time but I do want to be with you. I'd be crazy not to want to."
"What are you saying?" He looks at you hopeful.
"I'm saying yes to giving you a chance, to being together and to getting married. You're my best friend and I love you."
"Really?" He grins, squeezing your hand.
"Really." You smile.
Bucky leans in to kiss you, not wanting to waste one more second. He cradles the back of your head with his free hand and pulls you a little closer.
You both lose yourself in this new feeling, this new part of your relationship.
When he breaks the kiss, he doesn't go very far as he rests his forehead against yours, smiling at you.
"I don't know about you but I'm loving this new addition to our friendship."
You laugh softly, your free hand resting on his arm cradling the back of your head.
"Such a dork." You smile, your eyes are almost sparkling with happiness.
"Your dork." He winks. "You love that about me."
"It's definitely in the top 5 of my favorite things about you." You say, truthfully.
"You have a top 5? That means you like more than 5 things about me." He smirks.
"Of course I have more than 5. I have 6." You joke.
He laughs. "I'll take it, it's better than zero."
You laugh quietly and stare into his eyes, the smile on your lips never faltering once.
Bucky can't help himself and he kisses you again, a slow and delicate kiss as if he's trying to memorize every detail of how your lips feel against his. He moves his hands to lay on the mattress behind you, following you down as you lay on your back once again. He lowers himself until he's propped up by his forearms and puts his weight on his left arm as he moves his right hand to the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your jawline while he kisses you breathless. When he feels you slightly struggling for air, he breaks apart and leaves a trail of hot kisses along your cheek, jaw and neck.
"You feel so good." He hums as he nuzzles the side of your neck.
You let out a small giggle and run your fingers through his hair while you catch your breath. Bucky looks down and notices for the first time since he woke up what you're wearing.
"Is that my shirt?"
You chuckle. "Yes. You wouldn't let me go back to my room to change."
"Drunk me is so freaking smart." He grins and lifts up his head to kiss you one more time.
Bucky lies back down next to you and gestures for you to come closer. "Can we go back to sleep?"
"What time is it?"
Bucky checks his phone and grimaces. "7:30"
"Oh we're definitely going back to sleep."
You let Bucky pull you into his arms and just like you had done the night before, you curl into his side.
He strokes your hair and kisses the top of your hair, closing his eyes.
"I should probably take you on a date, right?"
"We can go on a date but let's be honest, we've been going on dates for the past year or so." You laugh against his chest.
"That's true." He smiles and hugs you tighter.
You both stay silent as Bucky keeps stroking your hair. "I should get drunk more often."
"Absolutely not. You're too tall and too muscly to be drunk. I'm surprised I even managed to get you back here."
"No matter what state I'm in, I highly doubt you'll ever have any trouble getting me to follow you back to my room."
You laugh. "Good to know."
He opens his eyes long enough to kiss your head once more and closes them again. "Get some sleep baby."
You nod against his chest and within 5 minutes the both of you are asleep.
You wake up again hours later, you could have slept a few hours longer but your stomach would disagree.
Because of how you are lying against Bucky’s side, he feels the vibrations every time your stomach growls and it makes him laugh each time.
‘’We gotta feed you.’’ He laughs, still.
‘’We really do.’’ You sit up and stretch your arms above your head, groaning. ‘’I need to stop by my room to get dressed. I’ll meet you downstairs?’’
‘’Mh.’’ He rubs his hand up and down your back. ‘’I think I have a pair of your leggings somewhere in here. Let me check.’’ He lifts the covers to get out of bed and walks over to his dresser, opening drawer after drawer until he finds what he’s looking for. ‘’Ha-ha!’’ He hands them to you with a pair of socks so you don’t have to go back to get shoes.
He puts on a shirt, some sweats and a pair of socks, and when you’re both dressed and ready you head out to the elevator hand-in-hand.
Bucky pulls you into his side and kisses your temple while the elevator gets to the floor where the kitchen is. When the doors open you’re immediately hit with the smell of the big breakfast waiting for you. Every morning after a big gala, and a successful after party, Tony has caterers coming in with a big breakfast buffet.
When you walk into the kitchen, you aren’t surprised to see that you’re the only ones there. The others are probably nursing massive hangovers. You and Bucky fill up your plates and go sit at the table but instead of sitting across from each other like you usually do, Bucky comes to sit next to you.
‘’Let me know if I’m too clingy.’’ Bucky chuckles, putting his arm around you.
‘’You are clingy but I love it.’’ You rest your head on his shoulder and steal some bacon from his plate.
‘’Hey! You have a mountain of bacon on your plate. Leave my bacon alone.’’ He looks down at you.
‘’I know but it looks so much better on your plate.’’ You finish chewing and pout.
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he smiles. ‘’I bet it does.’’
‘’You know when we’ll be married half of that plate is going to be mine.’’
‘’And half of your plate will be mine.’’ He points out, taking a sip of his orange juice.
‘’Mh, I don’t think that’s how it works. Half of everything you own is mine but you don’t get anything from me.’’ You steal another piece of bacon.
‘’Oh, really?’’ He laughs. ‘’I’m gonna need to see this in writing.’’
You gasp dramatically. ‘’Are you saying you don’t believe me?’’
He finishes chewing on his first bite before answering. ‘’That’s exactly what I’m saying.’’
You lift up your head from his shoulder and drop it in your hand that’s propped up by your elbow on the table, opposite him, putting distance between the two of you.
‘’Come here.’’ He moves his head, gesturing for you to come closer but you don’t move. You simply stare at him. ‘’What are you doing?’’ He chuckles.
‘’Nothin’.’’
‘’Then come back here.’’
‘’Nope.’’ You grin.
That’s the kind of banter you two always have. Both you and Bucky feel at peace knowing that even if your relationship changed, you’re still best friends first and that will never go away.
Bucky reaches over to you and wraps his left arm around your waist, pulling you to him and flush against his chest.
‘’You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?’’ He brings his other hand to the back of your head and pecks your lips a few times. ‘’I love you, baby.’’ He whispers before kissing you again.
You wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him back, your breakfast quickly forgotten.
Your kiss is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat and you both pull away, opening your eyes as you turn your heads to find Steve standing on the other side of the table.
‘’Oh, hey Steve.’’ Bucky smiles at his best friend.
‘’Watcha doing?’’ He smirks.
‘’Eating breakfast.’’ You both answer at the same time.
‘’You finally went from friends to boyfriend/girlfriend, uh? It was about damn time.’’ Steve smiles, crossing his arms.
‘’Well, we went a little further than that.’’ Bucky chuckles, taking his hand off the back of your head.
You nod your head at Bucky’s words.
Steve narrows his eyes. ‘’What does that mean?’’
You exchange a glance with Bucky and smile at Steve. ‘’We’re getting married.’’
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By [very] popular demand I wrote a part two. I hope you enjoyed it as much as you enjoyed part one! Thank you for all the love on the first part!
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cheeriecherry · 2 years ago
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Here's a request! how about viktor having wounds from a toxic relationship resurface and reader comforts him.
To say your day was going poorly would be an understatement. When you’d woken, it had been well before your alarm was set, and yet no amount of laying in the darkness allowed you to fall back into slumber: instead of sulking though, you’d decided to head into the lab a little early. You had a hefty list of tasks you needed to complete in a timely manner, and their due date was looming nearer and nearer. Except halfway through your walk into work, it had started to rain. You had begged the dark grey clouds not to open up on you, but your pleas had gone unanswered and unheard. To top it off, on the way up a set of stairs, you’d tripped: not only jarring your knee and ankle, but also cracking the sole of your shoe. So when you finally arrive at the lab, you’re soaked to the bone, tired, and sore. Socializing is the last thing you want to do at the moment, even though you still manage to muster a grumpy ‘hello’ to your partners. 
Jayce picks up on your atrocious mood straight away, offering you both a greeting and a wide berth - he doesn’t ask you about the filing you have yet to complete, though you suspect it’s mostly self-preservation. Viktor on the other hand, clever and observant as he is, fails to see the issues beyond your damp clothing. He was your best friend, the person you trusted most in the world, the only man you actively sought the comfort of: and you knew how dense he could be at times. You knew how he liked to push boundaries from time to time -both yours and his own- and you knew he didn’t have the same sense of self preservation that Jayce did. You knew all this, and you still couldn’t help yourself. As soon as he mentioned the filing from days prior, you popped like a firecracker.
It’s a nasty affair, witnessing your frustration. Words and curses thrown left and right, all of them piercing their target: you’re not mean to Viktor, but you sure are loud. Venting your grievances, asking for one moment, just one moment to deal with your own shit before having to sit down and work. By the end of it all, the lab is silent: Jayce is awkward and tense across the room, you feel like crying, and Viktor…looks alright. Or he would, if you weren’t acutely aware of all his tells.
As soon as you see the hurt flash behind his eyes, you know you’ve fucked up. You had promised him, many years ago, that you’d never take your anger out on him: the wounds he had, had been newer back then, easier to aggravate and bother. You knew what had happened in the relationship that caused those wounds: you’d been the catalyst to the end of it, after all. You barely knew Viktor then, having been little more than his partner on a class project, but the moment someone spoke down to him -someone who was supposed to love him, no less- you’d turned into a fiery ball of unbridled rage. And fists. It had been a messy event, and neither of you really liked talking about it. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, letting your shoulders droop and your head fall. “I- fuck… I’ve had a shitty morning, but that’s- I shouldn’t be- fuck!” You wipe furiously at your eyes, but the tears keep welling up, blurring your vision and stinging your cheeks. Only when Viktor’s hands gently wrap around your own do you stop rubbing your skin raw. You look up at him, bleary and sad, expecting to see his anger glaring back down at you. But you only see understanding. “I forgive you,” he says softly, squeezing your fingers gently. “I can see now that you’ve…really not had the best morning. One person can only take so much. But no more yelling, alright?” You sniffle loudly and nod, wrapping your arms around his waist to cling to him in an awkward hug; he laughs and squirms, but you’re unrelenting in your affection.
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lebenspurpur · 3 years ago
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jealous slashers
|Michael|
Michael didn't even know what jealousy was before he experienced it for the first time. Before he got to know you he didn't care if anyone took what was his. In the asylum he wasn't even allowed to have personal stuff so why get jealous over having things taken away?
So what is this feeling he gets when you talk to someone else?
You have to understand that Michael's jealousy isn't based on certain actions like someone flirting with you. Michael gets jealous over everyone who even looks at you.
You're his obsession, not anyone else's. The person breathing the same air as you might as well die. He finally has something that he "owns". He is not going to let it get taken away from him.
I don't even think Michael cares much about what you do. Right now he is too fascinated by you to really hurt you anyway. But don't push your luck or his hand might just find your throat.
|Vincent Sinclair|
Vincent has two kinds of jealousy.
The first one involves "tourists" who come to Ambrose. If any of the victims flirts with you they might end up dead sooner than planned. That proves to be quite the problem since you sometimes lure people into the town and for that you need to be quite flirty.
While Vincent understands that, he will still make sure to show the person that you're his and not anyone else's.
If Vincent is that kind of jealous he's more angry than anything else and will be rather clingy the following days.
The second jealousy exists because of his twin. Vincent has been jealous of Bo his whole life and when he sees you two laughing he can't help the bitter feelings inside of him. In that state of mind he often locks himself in the basement and wallows in self-pity. It will need quite a bit of coaxing to get him out of there.
He knows that this isn't your fault, don't worry. He just needs to get over his insecurities before he can talk to you again.
|Bo Sinclair| (tad of NSFW)
You will immediately know if Bo's jealous. He gets very aggressive and if looks could kill whoever is talking to you would drop dead.
Bo might be one of the only slashers who actually blame you in case of him becoming jealous. He won't physically hurt you but his words do more than enough damage.
Bo is a big fan of kidnapping the person that made him jealous and then making out with you in front of him. If he's in a very jealous mood sex in front of the victim is not something he says no to.
Afterwards he might even apologize for being so pissed. He was just scared to lose you.
|Lester Sinclair|
Same as Vincent, Lester has been jealous of Bo his whole life.
If you spend more time talking to him he will not get angry though. Lester is not a very aggressive person. He'll think about it for a while and grow more distant during that.
As soon as he has come to a decision Lester will simply ask you, with a lot of fear in his eyes if I may say so, if you're going to leave him for Bo.
Please give him a lot of affection afterwards. Lester just wants to be sure that you won't leave him.
|Baby Firefly|
Baby rarely gets jealous. She gladly shares her love for you. The more people, the more love am I right?
If she ever got jealous she'll ask you about it. Baby is not someone who broods about things like that. It involves both of you so why shouldn't she just talk about it to you?
If you reassure your feelings towards her, she'll be happy again. Baby is just glad to know that your strongest feelings still only belong to her.
|Otis Driftwood| (NSFW)
You'll know when Otis is jealous. He is even grumpier than usual. But also horny.
Otis loves showing you off. However, he doesn't like sharing. So if he praises your curves to one of his friends and that person's eyes linger on you for one or two seconds too long, Otis will get angry.
The chances of him fucking you in front of the corpse of whoever made him jealous are very high so be prepared.
He might still be grumpy afterwards but give him some time. He trusts you, he just doesn't trust other men. According to him they're all horny assholes and he just wants you to be safe.
|Billy Loomis|
Imagine every superstition about high school boys getting jealous. That's what happens.
Billy gets angry, then sad. He doesn't know what to do instead of confronting you but as usual his emotions get in the way.
So yes, his confrontation might get more emotional than he planned but like every other argument it'll help with your relationship. If a person gets angry about something, they care about it. Now you know that you smiling at other guys makes him insecure and maybe know how to deal with other guys and him.
Explain that you won't leave him and Billy will be fine again.
|Stu Macher|
Stu gets silent and serious, something that doesn't happen all too often.
You'll notice it pretty quickly but you might have to pressure him a little before he tells you what's wrong.
Maybe you can guess it as well. There aren't a lot of things that make Stu grow silent so figuring out why he's feeling the way he is, isn't difficult.
Just drown him in attention and affection the next days. It will make him feel so loved. In that case you both can get over his jealousy without talking about it.
However you should discuss it at last once. Make it clear that you're not going to leave him and that it's your right to talk to other people besides him. He might be the only slasher that understands that certain argument.
|Brahms Heelshire|
Ah yes. The most jealous of them all.
Brahms has abandonment anxiety. If he's jealous of someone he'll get rid of them. Nothing you say will change that.
While he trusts your words, his jealousy is a compulsion and one he can't get rid of. He feels bad for feeling that way but he can't change it.
It will need years of convincing to change his way of thinking and acting. Brahms needs a lot of "education" when it comes to his emotions, but that might be the biggest problem yet.
|Josef|
Josef is a functioning adult yet he doesn't know how to deal with jealousy.
He will just do what feels right and that is confessing to you, which is the right decision.
Josef trusts you when you tell him that you would never leave him and most of the times that is already enough to calm him.
If he really wants to make sure, he'll and i'm not kidding propose. If anyone sees the ring, they'll quickly stop approaching you and that's all he wants.
Obviously marrying you is quite the price as well so really, he has everything he needs.
|Thomas Hewitt|
Dear Tommy here feels a mix of insecure and angry. How is he supposed to act now?
His first instinct is to hold you closer, maybe sit very close to you and place a threatening hand on you thigh to let the person across of you know who you belong to.
Obviously you'll quickly understand why he's acting that way.
Please explain to him that he's your partner, no one else. Thomas might get emotional over the whole thing. He gets it if you don't want to be in a relationship with someone scarred like him. He might even tell you to leave him for someone better.
You have to work a bit to lift his spirits again. A few hugs and cuddles might already do, Thomas just wants to feel loved right now. After all the trusts and loves you.
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sugxrslushy · 3 years ago
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Hey babe i just saw your post on the depressive episodes and i love it.
This shit happens to me almost all the time and it feels pretty awful honestly, the self hatred that comes after it's always the worst part.
The whole post brings me a lot of comfort so thank you for doing it, i'll save it where i know i can read it when i need it.
If it's not too much to ask, could i ask for it but with kid, doffy and marco? Lately i've been feeling pretty bad and i can't bring myself to do even the smallest thing, even the thought of going out of bed is too much and they're my fav idk it would be cute to know what they'd do in that situation.
Sorry if i bothered you, please take care 💕
Taking Care of An S/O In a Depressive Episode
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➪ a/n: hello darling, don’t apologize you didn’t bother me in the slightest! I tried getting around to this as fast as I could to give you the comfort you need, I hope this helps. and it truly does suck, if you need to talk about anything my messages are always open don’t be afraid to reach out. take your time on feeling better and I hope it passes soon, you’re loved and deserve the absolute best hun <3 I’m so glad I can bring you some comfort
➪ includes: Kid, Doflamingo & Marco (w/ gn! reader)
➪ warnings: none, just comfort!
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Eustass Kid
He’s not the best at first, he won’t catch on as quickly as anyone else might and he doesn tend to get grumpy with how quiet and reserved you’d become, spending hours in your room and skipping out on your duties
Killer does step in quickly, informing his captain that he might be better off asking you what’s wrong. Kid is very straightforward about it, demanding to know what’s wrong
He won’t admit it but you have worried him lately, he doesn’t like seeing you practically become a ghost of yourself. You’re the only person he’ll allow himself to be soft for, so he has to make sure you’re okay
Words fail him though, he doesn’t want to scare you off with his regular “rough” way of speaking
Instead he’ll respond through actions, pulling you into his lap to give you a warm hug and hold you close enough to hear his beating heart. It feels safe wrapped up in his arms
Trust me, if this man could fight your depression he wouldn’t even give it a second thought before doing it
Immediately, the others are notified to not bother you or face their captain’s wrath until you feel good enough to socialize and not be overwhelmed
If you ever feel bad about being “useless”, he’ll snap back telling you that you’re more important than any damn task on the ship and that you shouldn’t even think that way
He’ll bring you to join him in his workshop while he tinkers with random creations, he’ll talk about what he’s doing and doesn’t mind if you just prefer to watch without speaking
Donquixote Doflamingo
It doesn’t matter in the slightest bit how busy he may be, the minute he’s even the slightest bit concerned about you and your mental state he’ll push it all to the side just so he can take care of you
And no one has the guts to take it up with him that his work may be more important to you. His darling isn’t feeling well and you’ll have his full attention no matter what, say different and you'll regret it
His power and notoriety comes especially in handy, anything that you can even dream of needing during this is truly something you can have
All of his servants are willing to help at a moment's notice, so don’t feel pressured to do anything. Doflamingo wants to assure you that you should focus on feeling better and caring for yourself over worrying about anything you may have to do
Keeping you feeling healthy and refreshed is top priority, he’ll have you join in him in warm baths with only the best quality shampoos and soaps to make you feel clean and hopefully less stressed
It doesn’t matter the importance of the meeting, he’ll carry you around with him if he needs to. It’s good for you to get out of bed, and Doflamingo will stay by your side and let you curl up peacefully in his lap
Time to yourself is important to avoid being overwhelmed, he’ll send everyone away from your room so you can rest and nap on his chest
Whenever you seem sadder he’ll always have a compliment ready, telling you what a darling you are and how lucky he is to have in his life. Just how important and dear you are to his life
Marco the Phoenix
He notices, but doesn’t freak out about it. The last thing he needs is for you to feel bad about worrying him and he’d rather keep you from feeling bad about your current state
Marco is an easy person to open up to, his calm and laid back demeanor makes him all the more safe feeling to talk to about your feelings
Anyways, he’s a doctor. Making sure his patients are healthy is incredibly important to him and so much more important when it comes down to his s/o
Marco will give whatever advice you may need at the moment, along with sweet compliments and words of comfort to try and diminish any thoughts of self hatred that you may feel
Although you may prefer to stay in your room away from the others, he still brings you out with him. But there’s always a treat that comes with it to make sure you don’t completely dread it
Cuddles and kisses are always the best for it, he’ll let you cuddle into his side and share fluffy kisses whenever you accompany him away from your bed
He’s such an incredibly patient person throughout it, he’ll never pressure you about feeling better immediately, always reminding you to take your time
You’re met with kind praise whenever you make a step forward in feeling better, but even when you fall back he’ll tell you how wonderful you are for trying and tomorrow is always another day to try
He likes to read to you when you prefer to stay in bed, striking up small conversations between the story about whether you like it and how you feel about it
He takes up your tasks himself but will always ask if you’d like to try and join him in them, but he’ll never shame you if you don’t want to. He’ll just kiss your cheek and tell you to get some rest and feel better
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cheeriecherrymain · 2 years ago
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Prompt: Viktor having old wounds from a toxic relationship?
To say your day was going poorly would be an understatement. When you’d woken, it had been well before your alarm was set, and yet no amount of laying in the darkness allowed you to fall back into slumber: instead of sulking though, you’d decided to head into the lab a little early. You had a hefty list of tasks you needed to complete in a timely manner, and their due date was looming nearer and nearer. Except halfway through your walk into work, it had started to rain. You had begged the dark grey clouds not to open up on you, but your pleas had gone unanswered and unheard. To top it off, on the way up a set of stairs, you’d tripped: not only jarring your knee and ankle, but also cracking the sole of your shoe. So when you finally arrive at the lab, you’re soaked to the bone, tired, and sore. Socializing is the last thing you want to do at the moment, even though you still manage to muster a grumpy ‘hello’ to your partners.
Jayce picks up on your atrocious mood straight away, offering you both a greeting and a wide berth - he doesn’t ask you about the filing you have yet to complete, though you suspect it’s mostly self-preservation. Viktor on the other hand, clever and observant as he is, fails to see the issues beyond your damp clothing. He was your best friend, the person you trusted most in the world, the only man you actively sought the comfort of: and you knew how dense he could be at times. You knew how he liked to push boundaries from time to time -both yours and his own- and you knew he didn’t have the same sense of self preservation that Jayce did. You knew all this, and you still couldn’t help yourself. As soon as he mentioned the filing from days prior, you popped like a firecracker.
It’s a nasty affair, witnessing your frustration. Words and curses thrown left and right, all of them piercing their target: you’re not mean to Viktor, but you sure are loud. Venting your grievances, asking for one moment, just one moment to deal with your own shit before having to sit down and work. By the end of it all, the lab is silent: Jayce is awkward and tense across the room, you feel like crying, and Viktor…looks alright. Or he would, if you weren’t acutely aware of all his tells.
As soon as you see the hurt flash behind his eyes, you know you’ve fucked up. You had promised him, many years ago, that you’d never take your anger out on him: the wounds he had, had been newer back then, easier to aggravate and bother. You knew what had happened in the relationship that caused those wounds: you’d been the catalyst to the end of it, after all. You barely knew Viktor then, having been little more than his partner on a class project, but the moment someone spoke down to him -someone who was supposed to love him, no less- you’d turned into a fiery ball of unbridled rage. And fists. It had been a messy event, and neither of you really liked talking about it. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, letting your shoulders droop and your head fall. “I- fuck… I’ve had a shitty morning, but that’s- I shouldn’t be- fuck!” You wipe furiously at your eyes, but the tears keep welling up, blurring your vision and stinging your cheeks. Only when Viktor’s hands gently wrap around your own do you stop rubbing your skin raw. You look up at him, bleary and sad, expecting to see his anger glaring back down at you. But you only see understanding. “I forgive you,” he says softly, squeezing your fingers gently. “I can see now that you’ve…really not had the best morning. One person can only take so much. But no more yelling, alright?” You sniffle loudly and nod, wrapping your arms around his waist to cling to him in an awkward hug; he laughs and squirms, but you’re unrelenting in your affection.
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yanderenightmare · 4 years ago
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yandere bully ! BAKUGO KATSUKI
goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, heavy dubcon, bordering on noncon, profanity, manipulation
TIP-JAR
PART ONE
SEVEN MINUTES IN HELL - PART TWO
TRUST ME
It's safe to say that Bakugo had gotten used to a certain lifestyle. 
Being top three in all years in the Hero-course, girls fawning, falling at his feet left and right, drooling, begging him to fuck them. 
Or… begging him to take them out on a date. 
But let’s be honest… no girls want to date him, they just want to ride his dick once a week. They just want to know what it feels like to be taken by a real man before halting, limping back to their clueless vanilla-boyfriends, all made up of soft smiles and warm hugs and nothing like Bakugo and how he spanks their girlfriend’s ass until blood leaks from popped veins and his name comes falling from their lips like tearful prayer.
Nowadays though, he’d had to kick more girls to the curb than he could count on both his hands without as much as getting his dick wet from the girl he’d picked for himself, the star that was once so bright and shining like a wild sunflower before he forced himself into her life. 
She seemed to have wilted, as she wouldn’t even spare him a second glance until he forced it from her.
Or… that was unfair. She was perfect, doing everything he asked, but… it wasn’t really willingly, now was it? 
All he needed was ask, but he knew she didn’t try to make him happy because she wanted to, she didn’t try and make him laugh because she wanted to, it didn’t come naturally as it did with others, she did it because she was scared shitless of what he would do if she didn’t.
It made him so unbelievable angry to see her laugh with others. Wrathful, vengeful even, when she buckled over and nearly fell, rolling on the floor in the pit of her humor, crying with how painfully she was wheezing. So furious because he couldn’t even blame her. He couldn’t blame her for preferring other people over him, other smiling laughing idiotic people, pleasant people as opposed to him and his aura of grumpiness. 
Some insouciantly greedy, almost evil, part of him whispered to him those times he saw her smile that genuine angel-bright smile, never with him, that perhaps if he simply took her, took her away, tucked her away more so than what he had already, that perhaps she’d have no choice but to share that light with his darkness, because supernova’s like her need things to shine for, they crave lighting people up, they’re just so fucking eager to please, and if he were the only one around to absorb all which she had to give, then she’d have no choice but to share.
It shouldn’t have been legal for him to demand more of her. 
She did everything he asked. 
She worked out with him, pushing herself to limits and extents she didn’t even know existed, almost until she barfed, almost until she collapsed, then praising his teaching-methods instead of admitting it was too much. 
She watches his movies, where she would contort the scary imagery of whatever horror or action movie Bakugo would put on the screen into the finest goriest comedy, cough up her lungs at the guts and brains leaking from sliced abdomens or cracked skulls, burry her face in his shoulder as she cried out laughter, instead of jumping into his arms like the scared little lamb she was supposed to be, begging him to turn it off and giving him an opportunity to slide his hand up her shirt. 
She studied with him, again gushing about what an amazing tutor he is instead of being honest by letting him know what an absolutely aggressive jerk he is, saying words she’d regret and have to find a way of apologising for, making it up to him in so many ways Bakugo lusted for, fantasised about when he laid next to her at night. 
She joined him with his friends, let him sleep in her bed, she even ate what and when he told her eat, dressed how he wanted her to dress, changed if he didn’t approve, cheered like his own personal perfect cheerleader at his battles, being probably the loudest person in the bleachers, making all the boys jealous of him, doing everything and more, and still, still it just wasn’t what he wanted, wasn’t what he needed.
And no, what he needed wasn’t her pussy served on a platter. 
What he needed was leverage. He needed reassurance, he needed her trapped, locked down, glued to him. He needed to know, to believe, to trust that he had her not just for now, but for as long as he wanted, forever. 
And having her in the most primal shameless way, showing her what he could give her, show her that he isn’t just a god on the battlefield but has those same godlike skills when it comes to making her see stars was how he intended to make her need him. 
Granted, he’s never actually made love like how she’d probably want to, but he’s fucked plenty of sluts to have confidence in saying that he knows the female body like the back of his hand. 
If he could just feel her melt beneath him, just make her unravel, wrap her around his pinky, just once and he would know, she wasn’t leaving him anytime soon, she wasn’t ever going to leave him, not unless she wanted her pretty pictures leaked.
Not that he would ever let anyone see her like that, that was just for him, but he doubted she would think too much of what he was willing to do or not. That’s the beauty of threats, they don’t need to be true for the outcome to be fruitful. 
Though, he really wished it didn’t come to that. 
No, once she gets a taste of what it feels like to be taken care of the way he would take care of her, when she wakes up from what fever-dream he’s given her with a mouthful of honey and the newfound realisation that with him is where she belongs, where she’s always belonged, where she’ll always belong.
Or...
Perhaps it was about the sex. 
He had been good, loyal, patient, understanding, boyfriendly. 
She wasn’t the only one making sacrifices. 
It’s unfair of him to hold that against her, and he knows that… most of the time… but no one can blame him for forgetting it when he sees her sitting next to him in that short school-skirt, so in-reach, so grabbable, with his bed taunting them from right behind his back, how easy it would be to just pick her up and throw her down on it, watch her bounce while looking up at him in a giggling fit. 
He can’t be expected to focus on doing algebra with that in his mind, he can’t be expected to tutor her when she looks at him with that apologetically hopeless clueless expression, laughing that nervous laugh that every time warns him about how completely lost she is to what he’s talking about.
Granted, it was him who told her he would be tutoring her, because god and every teacher along with him knew she needed it, what with how she daydreams or pranks each and every class away like the ditzy klutz she is.
“I… I- I don’t know?” Was her answer to yet another equation he’d poured out from between his grit teeth.
Plan A revolved around her wanting to repay the favor, give him a little present for helping her out. Tit for tat, eye for an eye, sort of thing. And usually she would, give him a little something in return, a chaste kiss to his cheek, a frisky make-out session that always ended just a bit too early, never fully what he wanted.
Plan B was to tire her out, creating an opening for him to suggest that they do something that requires less thinking. She usually gets distracted, sometimes she’ll even initiate it in hopes he’d let her off the hook with studying, she’d pout her lips, look at him with those large pretty puppy-dog eyes, coax him into cuddling, but she’d always fall asleep just a minute later.
Plan C was a spin off plan B. Where in hopes of making her the bad guy, he would be sweet, he has been sweet, offering his help to tutor her, she would grow tired like she always does, only this time he wouldn't allow her to rest, therefor causing her to snap, resulting in her saying something she’d regret, again resulting in her apologising, something he could mold into her owing him a favour, something that would end up with having her splayed out on the sheets of his bed, ready for the taking. 
He just needed an opportunity to hold something against her, an excuse, a favor to cash in, he needed her backed up into a corner.
Plan C wasn’t working though, unfortunately.
She never grew fed up with him, she never said anything foul. 
He was stupid to think that an opportunity like that would arise. She isn't like him after all. In fact, she’s the farthest thing from him.
Well, time for plan D then. Another spin off plan B.
Don’t hold it against him, but he’d been spouting bullshit for the last three minutes in hopes of making her frustrate over herself, where the former plan had evolved into something a bit more crucial. 
But, she’s insanely tolerant, reminding him of Kirishima’s sturdy quirk, though he had to admit finding her unfaltering confidence and dedication way more mind-blowingly impressive. 
He had been chipping at that composure of hers for the last two hours without breaching the surface. 
But there was still hope. 
Everyone has a breaking point after all, and he could sense she was getting fed up. Fed up with his tone, fed up of him treating her like a moron, fed up with him. 
It would only take one last blow now and she’d break.
Or so he thought.
He had impressive amounts of patience, but he was also nearing his breaking point and finally after one more of her soft-natured laughs, he was the one that had enough, he didn’t want to wait any longer.
And plan E was looking way more opportune by the minute.
“You think it’s funny that you’re an idiot?”
Her eyes widened and turned instantly glossy at his harsh words, looking like a kicked-puppy, before it contorted into an expression of something akin to anger but not truly as vicious. 
Yet, obviously taking offence, huffing as she got up to leave, proving how she too was done with playing their little fantasy, uncaring, or rather forgetting, that she wouldn’t be going anywhere without his permission.
“I think so too, I think it’s fucking hilarious.” He mocked, hand gripping her shirt and pulling her back between him and the desk. 
Already she was pushing at him, as he leaned in closer gripping her hips and gliding her onto his desk, wanting to feel her thighs and legs cradle around his torso. 
“But, you know what I find even funnier?” 
She opened her mouth to speak, but she was given no room to let her protest out as he raised his voice in warning. 
“What I bet you laugh your ass off at behind my back?!” 
Her annoyance turned ashen, faltering into that meek fearful look he didn’t realise until know that he’d missed. 
“Is how much of an idiot I am.” 
Her brows scrunched, hands placed on the thick stiff muscles of his arms as she felt him start to rub circles into her midriff where his fingers where digging into her soft flesh through her shirt. 
“I’ve been so fucking patient.” It was barely above a whisper, almost sounding broken, like a cry or a plead or an apology, but then his face split into a snarl as he leered at her, teeth flashed at her face making her jump slightly where she sat planted on the desk. “So fucking patient with you that it’s ridiculous.” 
His nose touched hers where she slightly bowed her head. His eyes were blood-shot, or perhaps it was just how they always looked. She wouldn’t know as she made it her unrelenting mission to never look directly at him. 
But now she couldn’t escape his stare, the stare she’d feared so much, pushed tight up against her, so tight she smelled his breath when she inhaled, so tight she felt the thin hairs on her upper lip dance as he huffed out his own growling breaths. 
“And no, I’m not talking about math.”
Her hands had moved to his chest as he hunched further and further over her, pressuring her to lie down on the desk. 
“Please, Baku-” She tried, adding slightly more pressure to her hold on him, but honestly... no amount of her strength would be able to fend him off, especially with the mood he was in.
“No!” He cut her off with a growl, finally forcing her down on her back underneath him, as he palmed the doughy flesh of where her hips connected to her ass, greedy and so very hungry, still keeping a firm hold on her with a thumb hooked on her hip, keeping her in place. “No more please, and I told you it’s fucking Katsuki.” 
She flinched as he spit the correction in her face, feeling something bulging slot and rub itself up against where her skirt had hiked up and exposed her thin panties. 
“No more pleas, no more excuses, no more teasing, no more jokes.” 
He spotted a tear dripping down her cheek, escaping with how hard she was squeezing her eyes shut to avoid his gaze.
She whimpered before she spoke. “I- I’ve do- done every- everything you- you asked.” She blubbered, her hands removed from their insignificant standoff with his chest and shot up to cover her face as she began crying, wiping at them as they fell, pathetic and broken and so pretty his balls hurt with how much he wanted to bury himself inside her no doubt tight cunt.
Desperate now, he bumped his erection into her heat. Trying to steal her focus away from the action by gripping her chin between his rough finger-pads, his lips brushing up her jawline, inhaling her perfume, the scent making another pleasurable shiver spring to his cock, again humping into her. 
“So, what’s one more thing?”
Her heart would have sunk by his words if it weren’t for the building intensity that spiked it to beat faster, hammering in her chest as she felt what she now had no doubt was him pushing into the scared place found between her thighs. 
She could feel her panic bubble up where she was pushed against the cold wooden desk, with her boyfriend’s unwanted heat radiated and seeping through her clothes to tickle her skin. 
She didn’t want this. She wasn’t sure if she ever would want this. 
Bakugo had told her so many times that this was something she needed, everyone needed, but as her heart kept pumping so profusely in her chest, as though it were some blaring alarm, she wasn’t at all sure if she liked the way the stubble on his shaved chin scratched as it rode up her neck when he planted soft open-mouthed wet kisses there, she wasn’t sure if she at all wanted his large calloused wandering hands to stroke and tamper with her soft skin as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt to touch and feel up her stomach and squeeze the soft flesh of her tits, and the more and more his threatening clothed cock continued in rubbing desperately against her own teased sex she fell short of understanding just what it was she didn’t want, if it was the intimacy or just him.
Her panic built like bile in her throat, wanting to burst, which it did. 
“I’m not ready- I don’t- can’t we just…” 
He captured her chin between his thumb and index finger, lips coming to shut her up, cut off whatever protesting excuses she was about to splutter out. 
She tried getting her words out, trying ever so timidly to shake from the kiss, yet however which way she tried turning her head, Bakugo simply followed to deepen it, turning more bruisingly passionate by the second.
Her hands were kept unsurely in their delicate touching on his chest, again in her fear of souring the mood she only barely pushed at him to get off, whereas his hands grasped and groped up her thighs, feeling her soft flesh up like dough, squeezing and kneading and just touching her, all of her, despite her small hums of discomforted surprise.
Large encompassing hands took a break from their pioneering and easily pried her smaller ones off his chest, interlocking his fingers with hers and pushing them down to her sides where they wouldn’t get in the way. 
The kiss then turned rough, hungry as he yet again rocked himself into her, a rugged groan escaping from deep within his throat as her struggles met him with her own type of delicious friction, kissing his sensitive bulge with little caution.
He was so sensitive from having to have held back his primal urges for so long, especially after being teased daily by the soft grabbable little mouse he slept next to throughout every night without being allowed to do more than simply hold her, being teased with her ass slotted against his crotch as they spooned. 
If she wasn’t careful with her movement he might just become a pathetic mess and cum in his pants with how pent up he was.
His other hand made to slip under her skirt to feel up the lace of her panties, wanting nothing more but to slip his finger inside her no doubt tight little hole and work her up until she’d be dripping drenching his hand with wetness, wanting to hear those panicked whimpers turn into ones of pleasure instead, but she was making it impossible with all her troublesome wiggling. 
His fingers forgot their quest between her thighs in favor of picking her up and moving her to the bed instead. 
She tried pushing, but it was so weak that he could pretend to not feel it. 
He wouldn’t be stopping unless she flat out screamed at him, and even then, she’d have to be brutally clear or else he’d take it for screams of pleasure.
He made sure the fall was soft, placing her down on her butt first before his hand cusped the back of her head as he pushed her down onto her back with him hovering on top, deep kisses aiding his quest in pressing her and keeping her beneath him.
She jostled under the entrapment of his weight when his digits stroked up over her panties, rubbing and dipping into the warm tender skin found beneath. 
Her hands pushed at him then, only a little, though it should have been enough to get her message across, but as she realized it wouldn’t she turned her head to the side, freeing her lips from his attacking ones and allowing her to speak her protest, or… more whine than speak.
“Katsuki…”
He shushed at her from where he was nuzzling in her neck, seeming almost lovesick like a frenzied pup as he began to lightly hump into the mattress, his teeth nibbling at the thin skin of her throat. 
“Don’t worry… I’ll make you feel good.” It was a drawled-out mumble, but it told her of how he had no intention of stopping.
“But-” She tried, but was quickly made to shut up as her chin was once again captured and dragged to make her look up at him, his lips again pressing into her, seizing all words.
Soon his antagonizing finger hooked under her underwear, rough-textured fingertips quickly making their way to rub over the sensitive lips found at their disposal. 
Her struggles grew then, her chest jutting forward to try and lift him off her, to allow her to speak, but it was as though he was glued to her, his fingers nearly marking their presence into her cheeks as his wet mouth and even wetter tongue continued exploring the insides of her mouth. 
She whimpered at the feel of his fingers pushing through her folds, gliding up and down the slit. Jolting once too violently, Katsuki laid all his weight down onto her, trapping her there completely, quenching the harshness of her struggles and subduing them to what felt like she was trying to meet his desperate humping.
“Trust me.” 
He should have whispered it, he should have tried making it sound less aggressive as he cuddled with the lips of her pussy, sticking one finger inside her warmth, followed by her squealing in surprise against his lips. 
Her fingernails marked their presence into his skin as she held onto his arm, still not allowed to protest, still only barely allowed to breath.
He couldn’t help but growl at the feel of how tight she was, or… at the feel of how unprepared she was. 
She whimpered as it was no doubt uncomfortable being skewered onto his thick finger without being at all wet, but he was determined to make that change. 
His thumb pushed into her clit, starting to rub slow carful circles into the hooded and hidden pearl, wanting it to pucker out to meet him. And soon, at the hands of his experienced fingers, and perhaps encouraged by her virginal thrill of having something touch her for the first time, his wishes were met. 
The finger buried inside her began squishing in wetness, allowing him to add another one at the expense of her gasping against him, her hands relenting slightly in their need to push him off, a soft uncertain hum simmering against his lips, making him smirk, gloat and bloom with cocky bliss.
Working her tightness with his digits, coating them in slick, he began curling them, feeling the waves of her tensing and melting beneath him. Parting them, scissoring them inside of her plushie walls, his thumb rubbing tight patterns into her bead.
Encouraged by her struggles subsiding he began pumping the digits in and out, feeling her wetness coat his hand. The actions finally earning him a moan, a sweet trembling breathy moan, one that got right to his head as his grin widened against her lips. 
“You see?” He asked, lips still barely detaching from her, breathing the words into her. “You were just scared…” 
Their eyes locked and he was happy to see her orbs large and glossy yet cotton-flavored and blissful as she looked up at him. 
“You don’t need to be scared with me, just let me do this for you, trust me…” 
He kissed her softly now, no brutality or forcefulness, but lightly and sweetly and tenderly, so much so she almost forgot it was Bakugo. 
“I’ll make you feel good.”
But it was Bakugo. 
It was Bakugo. 
Bakugo who’d forced her into a relationship. 
Bakugo: her self-proclaimed boyfriend, her self-proclaimed roommate, her tutor, her guard-dog, her warden. 
Bakugo, who was now persuading her into giving him her virginity.
She was about to answer, but as though he precepted her growing trepidation he met it all with a sharp hooking of his fingers, making her arch her back up into him, her knees trembling where they were pushed up over his thigh next to his hips. 
“Just relax…”
An open-mouthed uncontrolled moan escaped her then. “Katsuki~” 
She felt her hips buck back into his hand, letting him know that he had her completely wrapped around his finger, just as figuratively as it was literal.
“That’s right…” He spoke softly, maintaining the aura of safety, wanting to keep her exactly like that, all soft and sweet and vulnerable for him. “You just focus on me, babe.” 
He placed a tender kiss to her jaw, contrasted with how he now rubbed vigorously onto her swollen bud, feeling her tremble, quake at his hands. 
He knew he had her right where he wanted her, chasing that high he was giving her, her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his torso, reminding him of his own arousal, but he couldn’t pay himself any mind. 
Right now all he needed to worry about was sealing the deal.
An excited jumpy hitched breath left her lips, precious as it was sweet, chest rising above the bed and pressing against his own in such a soft expression of gratitude, just as her legs squeezed tightly around his waist, keeping him close, pussy clenching around his fingers so tight he could only dream of what it would feel like wrapped around his cock, as her eyelids started to flutter, squishing to a close, but not before he saw her eyes cross, reaching towards the light, a light he ignited for her.
She was left a panting mess, her walls fluttering around his digits, happily sucking on them as she spilled.
But she wasn’t left blissed out for long as she hurriedly scurried back to herself, hands covering her face as she hung her head in embarrassment, feeling that dreadful feeling wash over her, that draining shame feeling like death’s embrace. 
“I’m sorry.” She squealed, words muffled beneath the cover of her hands.
His brows scrunched as he perceived her, trying to spot her face from beneath what shield she’d made with her hands.
“I- I made a mess…” 
It sounded as though she were about to cry, so ashamed her body began to shake, her thighs pressed together, hiding where she cocooned herself in the bed in front of him.
His hand trailed soft fingers up her forearm to wrap around her wrist, gently prying her hand away from her face. 
He sighed, heart clenching at the sight of her glossy shameful eyes. 
“You’re so fucking adorable…” 
There was a slight chuckle attached to the statement, his lips kissing her temple before they brushed against the shell of her ear. 
“Why don’t you make a mess on my tongue next?”
The question left her shell-choked, her lip quivering at the promise of his mouth kissing her down there in the same manor he kissed her lips: brutally, passionately, with teeth. 
“M-Mn-No…” She spoke bashfully, still anxious.
Too cute for her own good.
His hand, the one soaked with her essence, ascended to his face, his fingers disappearing into his mouth, lips enclosing around them as he sucked the juices clean off, giving a groan at her taste as well as her shocked but curious expression, smirking once he let his finger go with a kiss.
His hands moved front and centre, beginning to tamper with the buttons to her uniform. 
“You’re safe with me.” He repeated, knowing it was something she needed to hear, especially as he began opening button after button, revealing her precious pearly-white bralette, where under was found glory in the shape of soft warm pillows. “Trust me.” 
He shoved her shirt off her shoulders, bringing it out of her reach, not allowing her the freedom of covering herself if she were to change her mind and snatch it back from his hands. 
She hummed in unease as though to ask if he had to go any further, to which he answered by kissing her forehead, a gesture that made a shiver run up her spine, unsure if it was of pleasure or something more eerie. 
His finger running, dancing around to her back, tickling the skin where her bra was held together. 
He felt her tense up, but ignored it and continued in his quest, pinching the clasp and taking hold of the straps to pull the annoying thing off, leaving her bare and beautiful.
Taking a second to admire her as her nipples perked at once at the hands of her embarrassment, he held back the urge to pinch, forcing himself to be soft, soft and sweet and safe, something he needed to remind himself of. 
Hands moving carefully to hold one of the mounds, a careful squeeze followed by a careful rub of the nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Lay back down.” His voice was so warm, so warm it left her perplexed, unable to tell that the words shaped a demand as he placed one large hot hand in the space between her breasts, adding slight pressure to ease her back down into the bed, all the while her curious yet terror-wide watery eyes looked up at him, falling prey to his dominant crimson ones. 
His head followed hers, lips pressing one soft kiss to her wet ones.
There is something about being bare in front of someone fully dressed. Something so dominating, something so frightening. But, surely the fact that he looked at her as though she were the world made everything safer, surely it evened the scales, surely… she wasn’t completely powerless.
“Let me prove just how much I love you.”
He could feel how terribly fast her heart was beating as he kissed down her neck, over her collar bone, careful to not bite too harshly, giving into simply nibbling or grazing his teeth, fighting the urge to mark her up so prettily. 
Mouth moving to suck at the exposed sensitive skin of her tits, forgetting himself as he made to grind the protruding nib between his teeth, being met with a squeal from the girl beneath him, her hands instinctively pushing at his shoulders. 
But again, her racing heartbeat and impulsive struggles were subdued, Bakugo making to squeeze her cheeks between his fingers, squishing her plump bloated reddened lips together, whispering upon them as he leaned in close. 
“Don’t worry, babe, you know I won’t hurt you.” 
She nodded, but still he felt her shiver, heard the tremor in her breathing, the soft sniffles she couldn’t keep at bay, just as pathetic as they were adorable and mouthwatering for him to hear.
Once he reassured himself she wasn’t about to roll out of bed and stagger towards the bathroom, running like a spooked hare, he placed a chaste kiss to the side of her mouth before peppering a dozen more down her neck, over the nipples he’d played with, going further down and lower and lower until he was all the way down to kissing the space found just beneath her bellybutton, his ears shifting to listen to how the bed creaked upon her shuffling, yet those anxious movements where seized when his hefty arms wrapped beneath her thighs, pulling her all snug and personal, lining her up perfectly with his face, all for him to see what gorgeous mess he’d made of her, all glistening and blushed with arousal. 
He couldn’t wait any longer to give her a taste, feel her melt on his tongue, hear her moan as he buried his face into her.
He flicked a light kitty-lick over her budding clit, felt her quake in his arms, looking up yet still down at her where he couldn’t quite place what emotion terrorised her face the most, whether it was mostly anxiety, discomfort, shame, embarrassment or pleasure. 
It didn’t discourage him though as he made the same movement again, only now twirling his warm textured tongue around the pearl, swirling around it, circling it like a shark, before his entire mouth enclosed it, devoured it, sucked on it, his tongue placed flat on top of it as he dragged it over the sensitivity again and again, sucking fervently, feeling her panic at the intrusive pleasure, yet being held steady in his arms with no way of getting away.
He let up, letting go with a wet pop before running his tongue deeply down the slit, plunging into her weeping hole where it wormed its way inside. 
She wiggled as his nose bumped into her ravaged clit, all sensitive with tender swelling.
She was all shaky breaths, no sound too loud, no sound too brazen or wanton. 
He needed to change that. 
He planned to go slow, but had wanted it to be a surprise, and so, instead of lightly grazing his teeth over the silken bud he gave into biting down on it, gnawing it lightly between the rows of his teeth.
She shrieked, hands pushed with force against his head to get him off as she climbed higher up on the bed, away from him, yet the movement was soon stilled, or rather reversed with the strength of Bakugo’s arms coiled around her thighs, dragging her back to meet his hungry mouth. 
“Don’t move.” 
Carmine eyes stared up at her from down in between herself, and she felt her knees go weak as they shook at the terrifying growl that accompanied his threat. 
“Just… trust me.” 
She didn’t. 
She didn’t trust him, she feared him, feared his marred and mauled hands, those scars running up over the great juicy muscles of his arms, those deadly arms themselves, capable of both withstanding and giving destruction, proof that he can and has survived far greater than what she could ever hope, proof that she was no match, no equal. 
She didn’t trust him, she feared him, feared how his thumb now rubbed over her clit, creating such godsend friction that had her unraveling, melting into his mouth, and that mouth itself, that tongue, those teeth, how they devoured her for everything she was worth. 
She didn’t trust him, but she found... falling suited her, and chasing the fires had unknowingly become a feeling she rather cherished than feared, a little less like dying, and more like... coming home.
By the time she came to, reeled back into reality, yet still remaining far away, succumbed by bliss, her eyes were opium-blown as she blinked dumbly, not realizing how Bakugo had placed himself on her side, eyes full of awe as he watched her, leg tangled with legs, heart to heart, hand held lazily on her hip, drawing small patterns up and down her side, watching her flushed face drowse into the pillow until those pretty chaste eyes met his again.
His boxers were sticky. 
She’d been too busy, too distracted with the feeling of his lips and tongue and teeth abusing what found between her legs to notice how he’d been humping the mattress while eating her out as though he were starved and crazed and feral with lust. And even though she felt him groan and growl, the reverberations that tremored at the roughness of his gruff timber was enough to make her eyes cross and forget, even forgive them from ever happening.
“How about making a mess on my cock next time?” 
His hand stroked her cheek after pulling the covers up to drape her naked body that now had begun to shiver in the crash of coming down. The thoughtful action a stark contrast to his cocky suggestive tone, eyes glinting wickedly at the little lamb he’d lured into and onto his wolf fangs, still tasting her essence on his tongue, watching as those skittish brows erupted into that beautiful panic that somehow resembled hope as she looked at him wide-eyed, smitten with plead and all things soft. 
“I’m joking…” 
He gave a smile, soft but in a different way, admiring what was his. 
“Or, not really… but whenever you want, whenever you’re ready.” 
The thumb stroked over her cheek once again, before his lips pressed a long firm kiss to her forehead, hinting for her to nuzzle into his neck, where his smell had become like ritual, something she wasn’t meant to go on without for too long.
She thought she’d made it clear she wasn’t ready for any of this. What makes the next step any different? Still, with the defeatist thought, she did like the defeatist she was, timid hands coming to hold onto Bakugo’s fire-hot skin, slotting herself tight against his body. 
She didn’t trust him, but she trusted his love, she trusted his lust, she trusted he would never let her go, and that perhaps those arms of his weren’t too bad. Perhaps if she thought of how safe she was she could more or less forget or rather forgive that they were there to keep her trapped, perhaps if she spent enough time believing she was kept safe by him, then she’d forget all the reason as to why being trapped with him was the farthest thing from safe.
TIP-JAR
PART ONE
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