#dont worry next time they are in a compromising position like this

[szynkaaa]

reached chapter 4 in my NG+ and I totally forgot that Zhu Bajie and the Destined One where hiding in a treasure chest at the beginning.

Which means that travel companion would have squeezed into a chest with the Destined One too. Zhu Bajie was nice enough to give the kiddos the space (or lack thereof) and hid himself in a smaller second chest

[urlovebot]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Too close

closeted bada, bf-to-ex howl, secret gf y/n.

c/w: angst. angry howl, homophobia, minor and very, very minor physical harm done to bada. closeted bada, out and proud reader. its alooooot of angst. some comfort at the end though so don't worry!

a/n: the characters depicted are not related nor based off of their personalities in real life. this is purely fiction. also shout out to @wrosie-writes. they wanted to see anti howl fic. they ask, they shall receive. enjoy!

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"are you okay?"

bada hears howl, but she's more concerned with the contents on her phone than she is with him.

"i'm fine." bada tries to make it sound as believable as possible.

“i don’t get you.” howl glares at her, eyes boring into the back of her head.

“...what are you talking about?”

“you and y/n. you’re just really close with her. you confide in her, you trust her. it kind of pisses me off if i’m being honest.”

bada moves her focus from the tv to howl who stands behind the couch she sits on. she looks at him incredulously. why is he bringing this up now?

“what prompted this?”

“you. i know you’re texting her right now.”

bada challenges him, “and if i am?”

howl rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. he was so fucking fed up with you. every chance you got, you were with howl and bada. howl felt like you were intruding all the time, meanwhile, bada told you to not be a stranger. he was angry.

“i want you to stop talking to her.”

bada fully turns around and blinks up at him, “what?”

howl’s eyes narrow, “you heard me. stop talking to her.”

bada shakes her head, “i shouldn’t have to choose. don’t make me choose.”

howl stands firm and bada almost caves. a part of her loves howl. another part of her loves you, deeply.

bada stands up and tries to walk around him. what the fuck was she supposed to do? why was he putting her in this impossible position?

“lets go to bed and talk about this in the morning. please.”

bada continues walking towards their shared bedroom but howl stops her. he grabs hold of her wrist and pulls, “don’t walk away from me. you’re avoiding this.”

she wrenches her hand out of his grip and rubs at her wrist. he’d never done that before and it hurt. it hurt.

“i just don’t want to talk about it right now.”

howl frowns and tries to grab at her again but bada dodges his advancement toward her. she shifts to the other side of the island in their kitchen.

“i dont like this.”

she felt scared. small.

howl raises his voice, “you know what i don’t like? watching my girlfriend be mentally intimate with another person. you’re not even fucking her, you just care too much about her. you pour yourself into her instead of me. god, bada, we havent had sex in weeks! you barely let me hold your hand. Is it y/n? is she forcing you to do something you don’t want to do?”

bada’s jaw drops momentarily. but her shock is replaced with anger and frustration. distress and confusion. “what did you mean by that last part?” she leans forward and places her hands on the surface in front of her.

“you heard me. i know y/n likes women. is she coming on to you? you know i don’t like that and i can make her stop if you want me to. just say the words.”

bada shakes her head, confusion still drawn on her face, “you can make her stop? how? and what do you think it is that she could possibly be doing? what’s so wrong with her liking women?”

howl puts his head in his hands. he couldn’t believe how dense bada was acting. it’s like she didnt understand that-

“i don’t like that about her. you know that doesn’t sit right with me. i can take care of it. of her.”

fear pools in the bottom of bada’s stomach. she gets nauseous and thinks carefully about her next words as they mean alot for your own personal safety. she did not want to compromise that. she… she did not want to compromise herself either. she tries to act passive and pulls out her phone. she sends you a quick “sos” and sets her phone on the counter.

“you don’t need to take care of anything. stop worrying about it. about me. about her. everything is fine. i’m tired baby, can we please just let this go for the night?”

she glances down as she sees the texts coming in from you.

are you okay?

please answer me.

are you at howls?

its late, i need to know if you’re safe

i see your location, i’m on the way

*y/n has shared their location with you*

i’ll be there in 10 minutes. if it’s howl messing with you again, i swear to god i’ll take that fucker out tonight.

howl rounds the corner of the island and takes steady strides to bada and she stumbles back, praying that you show up sooner rather than later.

“you don’t see how she’s fucking with your head? she doesn’t love you like i do, bada.” howl reaches a hand up to bada’s face.

bada shakes in fear, its creeping up her spine and she can feel his breath on her face. he’s too close.

he’s too brave.

bada takes his hand in hers and places it back down by his side,

“you don’t love me howl. I’m something for you to show off like a trophy to your friends. I have no real meaning to you. you dress me up and make me out to be whoever you want me to be, but i’m not her. I’m not the girl you want me to be so desperately.”

bada straightens up for the first time in a couple months and she laughs as she realizes - her and howl stand at the same height. it makes her chuckle in his face. she advances towards him instead and now, the tables turn. howl looks almost… disturbed? shocked? he’d never seen bada be so… firm. so confident.

“y/n lets me be myself. fully. she accepts every part of me without question. her love is unconditional with no limit. no ceiling. there are no dealbreakers- she just loves me. howl i cant even wear sweatshirts around you without you saying i’m not being feminine enough. i’m not pretty enough. but y/n? it doesn’t matter what the fuck i have on because its me. and she loves me regardless.”

bada’s phone dings again and as she looks down at it, its you.

i’m parked, i’m in the elevator going to your floor now

bada walks around howl to their bedroom, he follows.

“where do you think you’re going?” howl crosses his arms.

bada grabs her emergency bag, only needing a couple items since you already had half of her wardrobe at your apartment. “i’m going out. i’m not sure when i’ll be back.”

she exits the bedroom and makes her way to the door,

“and let me just tell you this, howl. If it came between you and y/n, i will always choose y/n. without question.”

and as if on cue, the doorbell rings. bada swings the door open to reveal you in a pair of sweatpants and one of her sweatshirts draped on your body. bada tries her best to shield howl from your sight and exit as swiftly as she possibly can given the situation, but howl grabs her arm and yanks. you hear bada hiss, and as soon as you lay eyes on howl, you feel rage encompass your entire being. you step into the door and remove his hand from her arm, pulling bada from out of the door frame and behind you.

“how dare you lay your fucking hands on her? are you kidding me?” you take a step forward but bada pulls you back and intertwines her hand with your own, “let’s go y/n. please”

howl’s body is slumped, insecurity swallowing him whole. you can't help but laugh at him. he was such a fucking idiot. you turn around and scan bada for any harm, luckily, she seems fine other than being a little shaken up. you lean up to give her a kiss on her cheek and take one last look at howl. pathetic. you both turn to walk away and howl hopes bada turns around to look at him, show any waver of uncertainty. but she never looks back, she just moves forward. with you.

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your fingers twirl through bada’s hair. she’d changed into comfy clothes once you guys got home and now she’s sprawled out on top of you, head laying on your chest.

“you okay?” your hand pushes the hair out of her face. you feel her nod. she shifts so that her head is resting upright.

“i am now.” she grins up to you, pressing her lips against your own. she really meant it this time.

[softspace-fics]

Lost pt.3

⚠️ THIS IS NOT A AGE-RE POST. THIS IS A DARK POST. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, DONT READ IF WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU⚠️

Masterlist - All my work!

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Mentions of violence blood, sewing skin, passing out, being lost with no contact, mature language (cussing), Steve and bucky being worried over reader, reader is mentioned to be a victim of hydra, Reader does not know or remember bucky or Steve in this part! This is mainly backstory to explain reader!! please let me know if I missed any!!

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As the next missions continue to come, the murder, the crime, the fraying of your brain, the pain, the burning, the destroying of the sweet person you used to be continued on as well. They forced you to only remember the metal armed man as a traitor and a nuisance to your work. You continued your pattern of jobs for a few more weeks until the day came, where your mission got compromised, the day you were supposedly “saved” from the terror and the experiments.

You slide down the side of the building, bracing yourself for impact while repeatedly hitting your abort button, the button that was supposed to get you safely back into your handler's possession, apparently, they lied.

The moment you pressed that button you were on your own, you were no longer their responsibility. They didn’t care if you died or lived.

Why weren’t they coming?

After everything you had done for them,

They. Weren’t. Coming.

You flew off of sight from your eventually to be boyfriends, and you start to shake as you somehow escape downtown, trying to keep off the radar.

To help you try and keep away from those chasing you down, you sneak in and out of a thrift shop, raiding the clothes that you could find to be able to hide yourself.

You carefully break into a apartment that used to be a place for soldiers under hydra to stake-out, but had turned into a ghost town after they changed locations. Sitting in the bathroom after finding old sewing supplies, you slowly piece your flesh back together after being grazed and hit with a few shots.

When you would get harmed after missions, you never received medical attention unless it was to fix something massive like the time 3 of your fingers went missing. Other than that they threw sewing supplies at you and you had to figure it out.

After 4 hours of doing your best to sew yourself up, you clammer to the corner of the bedroom and under the side table. You position yourself where you cant be seen but you can easily hear if someone enters the apartment. If someone as much as makes a move 4 streets over you’ll know.

You were pumped with similar serum as to your metal armed traitor of a partner. Your senses were so heightened that sleeping was the worst thing to have to do but even after all those training sessions and all of those experiments, you were still somewhat human.

You spend a few hours getting a minimal amount of sleep before you end up waking up and climbing out from under the table. You’re so used to being in a cage that you feel almost concerned being able to now walk freely among other people. How were you not being locked up and trapped again?

Why was life doing everything in its power to trap you in a place between hell and eternal living of the damned? You mindfully check every window, closing the blinds and making sure its completely sealed shut before you move on to the doors, vents, and anywhere else someone could hear you or try and make a move on you.

You search for food in the kitchen, but to no avail. When the place was left behind after hydra expanded, they totally ransacked the place. That means you’d have to go out for food.

As you leave to go and try and find food, you try to mimic everything around you, how people walk, the way their arms move, how they look at others, you were analyzing everything to try and fit in to survive. You just needed food and then you could go stake out back at the apartment.

When you get to a fresh food market, you walk in and steal whatever you could afford to slide by people before quietly sneaking out the back and getting back to your apartment the same way you originally went.

You do your best to live this way for weeks. you never go out, you never are seen anywhere that wast necessary. When you do have to go out whether it be for food or anything important to you, you do it as fast and efficiently as possible. You’re always checking over your shoulder.

As the weeks continue on, your confusion starts to bloom as memories of how you were before being held by your leaders, eventually floods into your mind, one by one ripping a piece of you apart.

The pain of seeing faces of people in your brain that you just can't put a name to, or a place, or anything. Who were they? Why did you feel like you should know them? Why know was it only resurfacing? Were you supposed to know them?

The nightmares begin as you attempt to sleep through countless nights, you remember how every surgery they did felt, the way the serum felt when they would inject numerous variants of it into your blood before shoving you either back into the cryostasis chamber or put back in your cell.

Memories begin to flood your mind at all times of the day, the countless faces you faced before they tried to make you suffer. The many scientists who experimented on you to turn you into the monster that was only just a pet. With the amount of pain and suffering your body went through, you weren’t sure the memories were even yours. The sensors to all of your memories were so frayed and broken that you couldn’t remember them until your body made you borderline live through them again.

There was a time you remembered a family, 2 boys, a mother, and a father. Was that your family? Did you ever have one?

You think about ending it numerous times, you feel pain every time you move, every time you breathe. The scars you stare at for hours, just wondering when did you start to look like you had been touched by the devil himself? You felt nothing but pain and aching pulsing through your veins.

Was this going to drive you to the end?

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Part 4?

[instant-delusions]

wind hashira || shinazugawa sanemi x f! reader

cw: sanemi 💀, steamy, curse words, alcohol

a/n: watched a 7h kny essay & I need more

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ attaboy ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

slamming down your ochoko, you swallowed the rest of the disgustingly bitter sake. "another round!" shouted mitsuri, waving her hand in front of the bartender, who looked absolutely worn out. feeling your mind drifting slightly, you barely made out obanai's worried voice, telling her to slow down.

the hashira (except muichiro and shinobu) go out drinking often - which is a coping mechanism you don't know how to feel about - but you're glad mitsuri drags you along to these get-togethers, although you're a lower rank. luckily, you get along with the hashira well. all of them are booming personalities, each one much different than the other - you appreciate the different perspectives and worldviews, despite them ending in bickering most of the time.

"I've got an idea!" rengoku shouts excitedly, "let's play a game." a mischievous smile forms on his face. "fuck that" the wind hashira retorts, starting to get up. "dont be a buzzkill, sanemi!" you push him down again, hands gripping his shoulders. nervously, he glanced back at you, mouth opening as to respond in some way. he'll never, ever admit it, but he's had a crush on you for months now. not that he has to, really, it's obvious to everyone but you. sanemi's always been confident in his abilities to hide his feelings, although most of the time he's very easy to read. plumbing down next to him, you start filling his and your ochoko with sake, to which he grumbles a "thank you", not even looking your way.

unbeknownst to you two, the other hashira are done with the way you dance around each other and schemed a plan, feeling obligated to give a little push. "okay!" tengen started, "how about...hmmm...dare or dare." "the fuck ist that ?" sanemi questions, "you know..." giyuu starts nonchalantly, "like truth or dare, without the truth." both of them exchange fuming eye contact for some reason. "you think I'm stupid, bastard?" sanemi's clenching his fist, trying to get up, but obanai wraps his hand around the pillar's arm, pulling him down aggressively, whispering something about him 'looking like a fucking anger-management needing dumbass'.

it's sanemi's turn. until now, everything's been pretty tame, gyomei ate two spoons of wasabi, tengen asked the bartender "how much for a blowjob?" and giyuu wrote shinobu a letter, containing the word 'penis'. giggling and whispering, the hashira brainstormed a dare for sanemi. "so." tengen clapped his hands. "see that closet?" tengen pointed at the shoji on the other side of the room they rented. "enjoy twelve minutes in there with (y/n)."

sanemi and you turned beet-red, you proceeded to wave your fist in the air saying that you got nothing to do with this and sanemi just started spewing creative curses, but all in vain. gyomei picked both of you up and threw you into the closet, closing the shoji. muffled laughs was all you could hear, until your attention was drawn to the body pressed against yours and the minimal space of the closet. position-wise, this was definitely compromising, sanemi's legs were spread and you laid between them, your head on his chest. his body's so warm, his middle pressed against your chest, breath fanning over your hair, legs trembling. you're definitely dizzy now, the alcohol and proximity getting to you, with the magic of liquid courage, you pushed yourself up, lips barely brushing against each other.

"fuck..." sanemi whispered, you could feel the way his lips formed the word. he brushed his fingers through your hair in a gentle manner, curling it around one. eyes locking with yours, he continued; "I've wanted this...you...for so long. I could thank those idiots." his lips pressed against yours and you didn't waste time, immediately throwing your hands around his neck, bringing him closer. sanemi exhaled against your lips, "me too." you responded, diving into another kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip, asking for permission. he opened his mouth and you started exploring with your tongue, while the pillar let his hands travel across your body, groping your waist, trailing up your shirt. "wait..." changing the position, you put each of your legs next to his hips, straddling him. when you were done, he quickly cupped your cheeks and brought you down for another kiss. giggling, you pecked the corner of his lips, "you're quite needy, huh?" you teased, kissing his jaw next.

"shut up, twelve minutes are not gonna be enough."

[kingofdersecest-2]

Ideally laws should protect everyone. Most prejudices harm more than just their intended victims. But in any case, this doesn’t make sense. People shouldn’t ask to have their rights respected because they don’t exist? What are you actually trying to say? Because it sounds like you're endorsing a legal philosophy where discrimination is only invalid if it's a matter of identity. Which isn't true and doesn't make any sense either.

I think universalist laws are the best ways to go about this so that everyone is on equal footing and the fracturing of identities into these strange shards is ultimately reductive to the goal at hand. Most people are aware of Gay, Lesbian and Trans people, and that should be the bulwark that queer rights are built upon. By using this as our anchor we can secure rights for everyone without having to explain the more eccentric identities like femboy catgirls to people that would otherwise be turned around from it because it sounds weird. Once Gay, Lesbian and Trans people have their rights secured Femboy Catgirls are grandfathered into those rights without any strange questions and are free to frolic secure in their legal rights to exist. Society, however, might take some time to adjust to the femboy catgirls among us.

Maybe, heck- even probably. But as much as I sympathize with that concern.. I think that we’re past the point where we should be worrying about the opinions of people whose bigotry is only held back by three strings of dental floss. Think about the practical applications of this idea, To a bigot, the most chaste kiss is going to be too much. Any deviation, any act of Queerness is going to be too far. So, pragmatically.. if there's no benefit to restricting ourselves then we might as well do what we want anyways. And on a social level you can't compromise with people who are fundamentally unwilling to compromise. But you can force them to adjust their perspective. If someone is too hot in a room and they refuse to agree to any compromise, then the solution is to make it hotter. If someone doesn't like a room temperature that's above 68°, maybe you can't make them like that, but if you force them to be in a room that's 80° they'll probably shut up about the rooms that are in the seventies and things that are only a degree or two off probably won't even register by comparison. So if we are to change our personal habits for the furtherment of Queer liberation then what we should be doing is "turning up the heat", as it were. Because who is going to give a damn about a woman with a pixie cut when there's a tattooed bald woman next door. Who's going to freak out about a man with painted nails and a sissy walk when there there's drag queens on the television Wos going to care about binary trans people when their are nonbinary genderfucks. Obviously, these contextual comparisons don't solve bigotry and abuse, but if you're not in a safe enough position to be however you want, it's vastly preferable to be a little fruity then it is to be the most radically Queer person that someone has ever seen. And you can't have that, if the most radical expression of Queerness are cis gender-conforming gay people who dress like Mormons.(No shade to them of course, it's just not pushing any boundaries). Visibility has its downsides, absolutely, but it's a bit late to do anything about most of those, so we might as well go ham to get the benefits.

Again, its about optics. You're not fighting to convince the person who is bigoted against you to vote in your favor. You are fighting for the most lukewarm motherfucker who has never heard of this "nonbinary" thing. There are a hundred bigots, but a million of that lukewarm dude who has never set foot on tumblr or twitter and has no idea about all these micro identities that start to sound like rpg character classes after awhile.

And when people get confused they dont do what they want you to do.

This entirely irrelevant to me. Really, the fact that you consider explainability to be a relevant factor is entirely mind-boggling to me. Because everything I've said already about the effect of context on bigotry, but also because I seem to have a different philosophical axis here. I do not want to live in a world where people have full human and rights and dignity, so long as they live in a way that everyone can understand. I want to live in a world where people have full rights and dignity regardless of the understanding of their neighbors. The freedom to be weird and incomprehensible is what separates us from Salem. And just for the record, there's still a lot of people who don't even understand gay people and even for those who do there are still plenty of cis gay people who have other things going on that will befuddle "The Straights™".

I want everyone to have full human rights and dignity as well. But I also want to understand that world. The fact that you consider explain ability or understanding to be irrelevant is mind-boggling to me because why would people support a cause for something that sounds made up? If you're going on about femboy catgirl rights, a person not terminally online would hear something like "Oh i want rights for the floppity doo people" and therefore take the movement less seriously and thus lose support, creating a knock on effect that damages the movement overall.

A Femboy-catgirl is a boy who enjoys dressing like a girl and like a cat, probably at the same time, for sexual or nonsexual reasons. Easy-peasy, thirty seconds maximum. I don't think it should be relevant, but it's also not that hard. If you need three hours, go off, but the problem is not that it's too complicated, the problem is that people refuse to learn or engage with Queerness. I can't tell you how many people who still think that drag queens and transwomen are the same thing. And that's a pretty basic distinction. You say that it's hard to explain to anyone who's not "terminally online", but these people definitely have internet access. They aren't just conveniently-mysteriously out of the loop; to live in the English-speaking world today, you have to be constantly and actively avoiding Queer people and Queer topics if you want to remain ignorant about them.

And that would probably lead to further questions. Like "Why the hell would anyone do that?" Which then leads to the three hour conversation where that person's world is rocked to the core. Yeah, people's refusal to learn is a problem. One that I dont think anyone can solve unless the people that refuse to learn overcome that refusal and...well learn. Ill have to agree to disagree on that last part. Its pretty easy actually to never encounter that sort of stuff if you're a normie. Ive known some friends who have done IT work and fuck man, if these people hardly know how a wireless mouse dongle works, they sure as shit aint reading anything about queer people.

Yeah, I'm going to repeat myself and say that we shouldn't be worried about the opinions of people who are one step away from being unapologetic bigots; because their "tolerance" isn't worth anything. It would be easier and more effective to force them to be nice than to try to appease them. I don't think that we should force them to be nice to be clear, but politeness at gunpoint is far more reliable than politeness in exchange for compliance Saying that our rights are dependent on the good will of our betters is a blatant admission that we do not have rights, because rights essentially exist to stop the people who say that we shouldn't have them. A mouse living in walls does not have equal right rights to the tenants, it simply hasn't been intrusive enough to inspire lethal force. That is a clear and obvious difference. People who see you as a pest are not going to grant you equality out of the goodness of their hearts, that is something you have to enforce, by hook, by crook or by legally concealed firearm. Visibility may be a double edge sword, but it's vastly preferable to living in the walls and waiting hoping that the shoe doesn't drop onto you.

Oh shit the femboy catgirl is packing heat get down! I certainly do approve the use of self defense if people are gunning for you thats for sure. Hmm, im just some guy, and I do support equal rights, so maybe my ideas and perceptions arent as keen as I would like them to be, im not really on the front lines of politics, just some irrelevant blogger sharing my thoughts. In retrospect, Visibility is definitely important, people shouldnt hide who they are, as I understand it, as much as a cis guy can at any rate, the closet is a terrible thing to be in.

Note the assumption that all LGBT people automatically support each other.

Even though many TERFs/“Gender-critical feminists” are lesbians.

Also, many people specifically say that their issue is not with LGBT people, it’s with “degenerates” hiding behind a minority label.

Including some LGBT people who don’t want to get dragged down with the pervs.

Most of the people who talk about “degeneracy” will apply that label to straight, non-trans people too.

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Caught Wet-Handed (11)

Power bottom! MC x Obey me characters

Taglist: @itsmeninerz @my-perfect-machine

NSFW. Minor babies dni please.

Intro + Brothers

Diavolo

"MC...you surely don't mean-" Diavolo's words were cut off as you locked the heavy doors behind you and took off your tie in one swift motion.

This was hardly the reaction he expected from you. Watching a noble prince slack off his duties and indulging himself with unholy thoughts about his human guest - how could you possibly look past that?

"I absolutely mean it, your majesty." You said playfully, slowly undoing the buttons on your uniform, exposing yourself bit by bit.

He sat there in shock at first. Blinking and shaking his head like, trying to check if he was in a dream.

But when you proposed yourself over on his desk, your legs dangling past his erection, he realised. Tonight would be his unbecoming.

"Just call me Diavolo, MC." He ventured to put a hand on your knee, staring at you, letting you register the warmth of his touch.

"But you're a prince. I can't possibly do that, Lord Diavolo. Even though I do allow myself that luxury when I find myself dreaming about you. No no no, I simply can't."

You playfully pretended to be distressed as you gently guided his hand to your thigh.

"Then think of it..." He squeezed your thigh, and suddenly forced your legs apart. "...as a direct order."

He moved forward, bending a little to press cautious kisses on the inside of your thighs.

"Oh? And what if I...disobey?" You smirked and closed your legs on him. His head completely suffocated with your thighs.

He mumbled something you couldn't hear, so you gave him some space to speak. "Ah!" You yelped. His teeth left imprints on your supple skin.

"Then you'll be treated rather roughly, MC." It was a final warning. You knew not to test his limits on the first night. His sheer size was baffling enough.

"Now you will say it. You will say my name, over and over, everytime I thrust into you. Understood?" He smiled, baring his fangs.

"Yes, Diavolo." That was the first of the many times you said it that night.

Simeon

"M-MC? You're awake?!" Simeon struggled to cover himself up in time. All the darkness in the room couldn't cover up his moans or the glistening sweat on his shoulders.

He already checked on you. He was so sure you were already asleep and that Solomon and Like were gone elsewhere. Else he wouldn't dare do this with you in the house.

He expected a million questions he couldn't answer. Why was he doing this? Why did call your name specifically?

How was he supposed to tell you he's been catching glimpses of you in compromising positions. He walked in on you changing once, another time you got wet in the rain with a thin white shirt and during a game of twister with the brothers, his nose was practically buried in your chest.

How was he supposed to explain this buildup to you without sounding like an absolute-

But you ou offered to assist him and he turned scarlet. His erection trembled and twitched under the thin sheets.

"Dont worry. I have no intention of corrupting an angel with my tainted hands. I won't touch you."

You said casually climbing into his bed and shifting towards him. And surely enough that flimsy nightwear did not do a whole lot to hide your skin.

"But what if I want you to?" His voice were deeper, his blue eyes blending in with the dark shadows in the room. His hand gently inched towards you, hovering over your waist.

"Hmm then I just won't touch you past this point. That's fair, right?" You smirked, running a finger on his skin, just above his waistband.

He took a sharp inhale and grabbed you, pulling you forward. "I want you.. closer...do you mind?"

You pressed a kiss on his neck, lightly nipping it. "You can do whatever you like, Simeon. I won't mind any of it."

The next thing you know his hands were pulling down your sleeves, completely exposing your bare chest to him.

You gasped as his tongue rolled over a sensitive nipple, his other hand running up and down your back, exploring every inch of you.

After a while he got you on top of him, your damp spot right over his erection. "I..I can't go all the way with you, but please allow me this."

He raised his hips bucking into you, and you pressed down harder. "MC...more, more...come here, please."

He pulled you downwards, slipping his tongue inside your parted lips as he kept grinding on you like a dog in heat.

Solomon

Even in a state like this, Solomon had his wits about him. He did turn away with reddened cheeks at first, making a silly joke.

"My, my, MC. I didn't know it was customary to not knock on doors down here?"

"Well if you're allowed to enter my room through the windows, this is hardly too much to ask for." You smirked.

That finally caught him offguard. Of all the reactions he expected this...wasn't one of them. The way you were inching closer to him, swaying your hips deliberately. Like you wanted it ...like you wanted him too.

And once you offered to help whatever little shame he had left the room. He patted his desk and held out his hand. You could already see what he had in mind.

"Are you going to bend me over this while you fuck me?" You said, deliberately brushing your hips against him before you took your place.

His fingers itched to grab you and pin down right there. Instead he stared down at you intensely waiting for the right moment.

"Sure. If you'll be a good little apprentice." He was enjoying this immensely. How many times had he imagined this scenario?

What he would say, how your bare skin would feel on his, exactly how he would touch you and forever have a memory of defiling you in his workspace, where he spends most of his nights.

"I'll try my best. What do you want me to do now?" You smiled cheekily, staring at his reflection in the jewels scattered around his desk.

"Don't make a sound." Solomon said, his eyes positively menancing. "Simeon and Luke are home today. And Lucifer is visiting too. Sorry MC, I'm too tired to cast a silencing spell on the room."

"That's too easy. I don't scream unless someone makes me." You tilted your head to the side. "So go on, do your worst."

"As you wish, MC." He said before biting down on the side of your neck, sliding your top off. You yelped in suprise and he slipped his fingers in your open mouth. "This is much better isn't it? Let's keep going like this."

You moaned into his fingers again, as he thrust himself inside you rough and fast. All just to see how long you could hold in your screams like this.

Barbatos

"I apologise MC, you weren't meant to see me in that state." He mentally facepalms himself. He's gotten more careless now that most of his thoughts revolved around you.

What was he thinking doing it in the storeroom? Almost as if he wanted you to find out, to kake a lewd face, bite their lip and offer to help out ...wait you're actually doing it?

"I thought you'd prefer doing these things in that rumoured dungeon of yours." You smiled as you sat on his thigh. He inhaled sharply.

"So you've heard about the dungeon?" Barbatos smiled his customary smile, but his hands gripped you in place.

"Indeed. I'd like to visit it if it's real." You lean in closer and peck his lips just to tease him. His heart is pumping faster, you can see his knuckles turning white.

"Then by all means." In one smooth motions he's carrying you down a long winding staircase, princess style. Your head throbs with anticipation.

And within minutes, your hands are tied above your head, a blindfold across your eyes. You're drenched in darkness, but hyper aware of his touch.

He touches you like a ghost, soft, barely there, leaving goosebumps across your skin. And then you learn why he shares Mammon's sin of greed. "I hope this is as pleasurable for you...as it is for me."

You are already panting and nodding while he's merely stripped you off, planting bites and kisses as he wished. The back of his fingers grazes your lips, slides down your chest and belly and stops at your core.

"You seem ready, MC." You can't see it but you know he's sucking your wetness off his fingers. And that he wants more.

"Yes, yes please." You're a drooling mess from his techniques but you still try to stay sane. You wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer. "I'm ready."

You felt his tip bulging, drops of precum on your thighs. He was impatiently waiting for this for far too long. One swift thrust and he has to kiss you to muffle your moans. This was the best night of his life.

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

The birth of Lavender Styles

Summary: Y/n gives birth to their new baby girl 

warnings/ disclaimers: child birth, breast feeding, disclaimer (ages) 

Y/n had noticed her contractions about two hours ago, she was sitting with Forest, playing with his ABC blocks when she noticed it. It was familiar- at least familiar to her two other pregnancies. She wasn't scared, she was calm, she just looked over toward Harry and gave him a small nod. She had already done this twice before, going through a particularly rough birth with her first one so she felt like there was nothing she couldn't do at this point- childbirth wise. 

That look was all Harry needed to be well clingy. Ever since he had gotten that look he's been by her side. Her contractions were only lasting around 60 seconds and about 15 minutes apart, but Harry still held her through every single one and praised her for carrying yet another child of theirs, praising her body for being able to grow such beautiful babies. Violet and Forest were a little confused (and scared) as to why their mumma looked like she was in pain or a little frustrated every so often, but they continued to play when she had her little episodes- not wanting to startle her. 

About an hour in, Harry had started to get worried, her contractions were getting worse and she was so uncomfortable. “My love, should I call over the midwife? I can see you are so uncomfortable, it hurts to see you like this.” Harry confesses, sitting behind Y/n, legs on either side of her, his hands rubbing her bump up and down. Y/n shakes her head, of course being stubborn. It was her first at-home birth and water birth, it was a bit of an unusual choice but they wanted to try it out before they were (possibly) done having babies. They have always wanted to welcome one of their little ones into the world all while they were still in the confines of their cottage but Y/n was never confident enough to do it. 

“No, I'm fine.” she says, trying to verbally sway her husband into believing that she really was okay to wait it out a bit longer. Harry shakes his head, pulling her hair into a bun with a hair tie he had cuffed around his inked wrist for times like this in her pregnancy when she wasn't feeling the best. “Honey, you can't just sit in pain.” Harry sighs, trying to compromise with his very pregnant wife. Y/n nods, her head bowing down while she grips his hands. Harry smiles, kissing her shoulder, “Thank you, now let me call the midwife and doula. You relax, please,” Harry stresses, wiping the sweat that has collected on his own forehead from stressing. He pulls his leg up, preparing to stand up and call the little team they had set for the birth but Y/n stops him, resting her hand on his knee. “What? What is it, honeysuckle?” Harry fastly questions, his phone slipping from his hand and dropping on the couch cushion below him. 

“Lets not invite them over just yet. I'm not ready.'' Harry sighs hearing his wife's words, nodding anyway. He just wants her comfortable and happy, he would give her the moon if he could. 

“Please lay down then.” her contractions only getting worse from there, Harry eventually calling his mum over to watch the little ones while he deals with his wife. Anne watches over Violet and Forest, entertaining them with their many toys while their parents deal with their apparent stubborn youngest sibling. 

Harry sighs, helping his pregnant lover up because she claimed she wanted to take a walk in the garden, look at her flowers, give the animals some love before she won't be able to see them for many days due to her being in with the new baby, also being exhausted, she knows her body is gonna be rundown after this. “You don’t have to do this, sweetpea.” Harry sighs for the millionth time today, helping Y/n up and wrapping an arm around her back. “Oh,” she says, her tone catching Harry's attention. “Hm?” Y/n laughs under her breath, catching his eyes with hers. “Maybe you should call them now.” Harry's browns pinch together, releasing an uneven breath. “Why?” 

“Because my water just broke.” 

That brings them to where they are now, Y/n and Harry in the birth pool, Harry once again sitting behind her, comforting her through everything. “I know you want to push but you can't, you're only five centimetres dilated. Halfway there!” The midwife says, only making Y/n groan, her head resting back on Harry's shoulder. Harry rests his cheek on the top of her head, he feels for her- he really does, and if he could have carried all three of their little ones he would have, but sadly he can't so he thanks her every day. “I'm so sorry, honey. God, I wish I could do something.” Harry shakily says, his voice quivering the slightest and his bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, but noticeable pout. “I hate that you're in pain.” Harry whimpers, nosing at the top of her head before kissing over it many times. 

Y/n turns her head, catching her husband's eyes with hers. Y/n softly laughs when she sees her husband, giving him a peck before she rubs his stubbly cheek. “H, I'm okay. I've done this two other times. Everything is going to be okay.” She comforts Harry, the man nodding and quickly pulling himself together, feeling pathetic for having a little break down while his wife is literally about to give birth, she should be the one nearly crying- not him. 

“Yeah,” Harry breathes out through his lips roughly, massaging her hips that are sunk under the warm water. Y/n sinks into his touch, her hands on her bump, rubbing over it almost trying to coax her out of there. The doula rubs at y/ns arm smiling, encouraging her and telling her she's doing great- but she isn't paying much attention, she's more focused on the main in her abdomen and wanting her little one out. “Come on already, baby” Y/n stresses, bringing her wet hand up to wipe at the sweat that has beaded at her hairline. 

The process continues on slowly, the midwife continuing to check- the progress only being a half of a centimetres. Harry and Y/n both know it's only been a few hours but it's already been a long and hard (and stressful) day, their emotions are all over the place and Y/n and Harry's bodys are both going through it, of course mostly Y/n’s. “She will be here soon, sunshine. Dont stress about it, it's not good for her.” Harry whispers in her ear, holding a lemon printed glass up to her lips, periodically helping her drink a bit of water and letting her eat the ice chips that the midwife allowed her since she wasn't too far gone. She sucks from the straw, pulling away after a bit. 

Harry can tell that she is starting to get frustrated, as much as she is trying to conceal it. He knows her like the back of his hand- she might snap soon and start crying and that's the last thing they need. “Hey, do you want the kids in here? Or maybe get in a different position? I know you're not comfortable, I just want you to be okay, honey.” Y/n shakily sighs, pushing a hand through her hair and shrugging. 

**

Y/n is finally pushing. The midwife between her legs, guiding their new bundle of joy out. Harry is behind her, his arms wrapped around her, his lips over her cheeks and shoulders while he cheers her on. Then the doula outside of the birth pool, on her left, calming her and brushing her hair out of her eyes every time it flies out of her bun Harry had pulled up for her. “My god baby, you are doing amazing. Violet and Forest and going to be so excited to see you two.” Y/n breathes heavily as her head falls against his shoulder, smiling weakly at him. He places a kiss on her forehead letting his lips linger. She pushes again, her head lifting up while she tries to push out their little girl, her cheek read and hand squeezing harrys as hard as she can, growing frustrated with herself at how weak she feels, she just wants her out already. 

“Dont get frustrated, honey. Everything is okay.” Harry coos into her ear, small tears starting to bead down his face. Y/n focuses on his words, closing her eyes and letting herself sink into her husband and relax for two second before she is in her birth haze again and in blinding pain trying to focus on getting their little one out. “Hey, hey, focus on getting her out. Take a minute to breathe. Everything is okay.” Their doula says, brushing her hair back, Y/n nodding and giving another hard push. “Her head is out!” the midwife announces, Harry smiling and looking down to peek at his baby. He lets out a soft silent sob when he sees her face for the first time, and even though she is covered in goo she is still one of the most gorgeous girls he has ever seen, his wife and Violet being the other ones. Y/ns cheeks are red and tears are running down her face, she's exhausted already and wishing she could push her out quicker. 

“Give me a good push!” the midwife urges, making Y/n sob, tired. She gives the best push she can, the midwife maneuvering the shoulders out. Harry caresses her cheek, giving it a peck before the midwife motions for Harry to come down. “Please, comfort her.” Harry says softly to the doula, moving along in the water and meeting the midwife. The midwife directs him on what to do, telling him how to hold the baby and what exactly to do once she is fully out. “Okay, push one more time, sweetpea.” Harry says, looking up at his wife. Y/n nods, pushing one last time while Harry guides the baby out with the assistants of the midwife, their new baby now fully out, crying. 

“Oh, she's beautiful, my love.” Harry smiles, holding his baby girl in his arms, cradling her to his bare chest while the midwife prepares to clean her, quickly pulling her from harry and wiping off the goo, washing off the little hair she had and cleaning out her ear, eyes, and mouth, then setting her bad in Harry's arms. “Isn't she just amazing.” Harry smiles, sitting next to his wife, preparing to cut the umbilical cord. He cuts it quickly, making sure it's cut well before kissing over her head. “Welcome to the word Lavender styles” Y/n coos, counting over her fingers and toes after placing a soft kiss on her foot. 

**

The chaos of the house has died down, just the five members now in the house after Anne had spent a while visiting. “She's chunky isn't she?” Y/n weakly smiles, harry chuckling and nodding. Violet sitting between his legs and Forest laying on his mummas lap, the styles family tried, but happier than ever. “I was taken aback when i pulled her out, she's a healthy one.'' Harry smiles, his hand rubbing over his newborn's belly, kissing her chubby cheeks. Y/n smiles, giving her fat thigh a squeeze, “our little Lavender.” she coos, her eyes almost fluttering shut. Harry pouts, running a hand over the top of her head. 

“Hey, why dont I make you something you eat, then you can go to sleep.” Y/n smiles, both her hand occupied with lulling Forest to sleep with soft scratches to his back and softly massaging Lavender's chunky thigh. “I've got to feed her.” Y/n reminds, she hast fed her yet- Harry has been a bit of a hog but she didn't mind, she loved seeing him and their babies together. “I'll go make you something sweet pea, you feed her.” Harry smiles, not taking no for an answer because he is already delicately placing her in Y/ns arms and taking Violet along with him to make something yummy. 

Harry and Violet come back not too long after, Harry smiling widely as he carries a smoothie bowl with chia seeds, coconut shreds, honey, and berries over the top. Violet smiles the same smile as her daddy, carrying a big cup of water that Y/n is sure Harry made her carry with both hands and walk slowly back. “Is she eating well?” Harry asks, setting the bowl down on the bedside table before taking the cup from Violet, taking her and helping her on the bed. Y/n nods, Harry peeking at Lavender, watching as she opens her big round eyes making him chuckle, kissing her chubby cheeks. Harry sets on the bed softly so he doesn't disrupt the two or cause Y/n any more discomfort. 

He collects a spoonful of the thick smoothie on the spoon, holding it to Y/ns mouth. “You're spoon feeding me?” Harry nods, nods verbally answering her because he knows if he does it would only open her up to object it even more. Y/n can't even deny it, she's weak, exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, so she of course opens up her mouth and lets him spoon feed her like he does their children. “Thank you for ever-” Harry shakes his head, instantly shushing her. “Thank you. You gave me my three beautiful children, I can never repay you. I dont know how you do it. I love you.” Harry says, smiling and pressing a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips rest there. 

“I love you.” 

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[misterewrites]

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Summary:  Casey is trapped in what appears to be another normal Watch meeting. But this isn't the usual meeting and Casey is about to find out their surprise guest brings news that the city is on the brink of a spiritual-lypse (that's spiritual apocalypse in layman terms.) and he'll be a key instrument in preventing it. Never a boring day in the Watch.

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“Hey Case.”

“Hey Bea.”

“Is it hiding in the corner till the meeting’s over time already?”

“You know it.”

Casey took a long drink of his soda, eyes downcast as not to attract any attention from the dozens other people present at the meeting. He just wanted to get through the mandatory meeting same as he did every month.

The Neighborhood Watch existed for one purpose: Supernatural folks didn’t always understand what subtle meant. To be fair to the magical community when you spent hundreds and hundreds of years living openly in the public it isn’t so easy to keep up with modern sensibilities and normalcy. It wasn’t their fault normal people have forgotten their stories but for the sake of secrecy compromises must be made.

A lot of the younger generation took to the smoke and mirrors act extremely well, pretending to be a human was as easy as a duck floating on water to them.

Much more of the older folks took to the whole disguising one’s true nature as well as rocks trying to swim. Which of course meant nonexistent regardless of effort.

There were well over a dozen magical communities hidden and tucked away in the various corners of Newton Haven, each carefully safeguarded and maintained by their own personal Watch designed to help their various supernatural/magical needs as well as provide protection and of course help them live as peaceful a life as possible in this new strange age.

Normally each Watch was comprised of several members. The average was roughly four to twelve people who scheduled their shifts with one another so no one was left overworked or forced to deal with issues all by themselves.

Except Beatriz and Casey. The odd pair ran their respective Watches all by themselves and both had long suspected it was by design.

Beatriz Maria Flores ran the East Town Watch. It was one of the smaller communities in terms of both space and population. A handful of houses in a small roundabout street but no less taxing than any other neighborhood: Mundane folk were literally a stone’s throw away and it wasn’t uncommon for some rouge element to try to spread their influence to disturb the peace.

Luckily Beatriz was small but mighty: a head shorter than Casey with fierce flaming curly hair tied in pigtails and a set of wielding goggles resting peacefully on the top of her head. Her stormy hazel eyes normally burned with a limitless passion and drive though currently they were staring at the clock, trying to speed up the passage of time through sheer will alone. She wore a forest green mechanic shirt with the name “Boss” in fancy cursive font and a pair of thick black jeans with practical boots to match. Hung round her waist was a belt with two holsters on either side: One held a hammer the other a chisel. Normally weapons weren’t allowed in Watch meetings but Bea argued that her weapons of choice happened to be tools that could be used for lethal effect. No argument could be made about her bow however.

“Case, is it me or there’s more members than usual? Most of the time half these jokers are missing.” she paused for a moment “Oh god it’s a special meeting isn’t it? Please don’t tell me it’s Francis’s birthday. I am not staying for that.”

“It’s not Francis’s birthday.” Casey spoke softly, carefully eyeing the crowd for any wandering ears.

“That’s the best news I heard all night. You know he denied my request for holy water. Again.”

Casey took another swig of his drink, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice “Shocking. How much do you need?”

“A gallon. I think one of my tenants is dating a vamp.”

“Let me guess: Pale, dark clothing, only comes out at night?” Casey rattled off the list “You sure it’s not some goth? The movies are making vampires popular again.”

Beatriz let out a heavy sigh “Is there any way to make sure?”

Casey paused thoughtfully “Reflective eyes. Regular folk eyes don’t shine in the darkness.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Thanks for the tip!” Bea gave a grateful smile.

“Don’t thank me, Finn’s the one who told me about it.”

“How is he by the way?”

“Driving everyone up the wall. He really hates being sidelined.” Casey chuckled.

“And Jaime?”

Casey could feel his ears turn a bright red, his heart skipping a beat as his face became flushed “Good. Good. Very good. Pretty good. Umm. Watching Finn. And. Grimoire stuff.”

“You should ask her out.” Bea nudged him with a teasing edge “She’s a very pretty woman you know? And wicked smart. Could be fun.”

“How about we don’t do this right now?” Casey replied nervously.

“A bit distracted, are we Mister Remington?” a voice cut in without warning.

The change was abrupt and obvious: what was once a peaceful, playful calm between friends became icy and distantly polite. Casey straightened up while Bea crossed her arms dismissively at the newcomer.

“Miss Flores” Francis greeted indifferently before his tone turned cold “Mister Remington.”

Casey gave a tense smile “Mister Salazar. A pleasure as always.”

Francis Salazar was the head of The Neighborhood Watch program (inherited the position, not elected). Everything from funding to threat assessment went through his desk and he alone decided what was best for each individual Watch. His gray eyes were as cold and calculating as ever behind his glasses though with a hint of distaste while he talked with Casey. His black hair was short and well trimmed as per usual. Normally he wore a simple vest with a collared shirt and dress pants combo but today must’ve been important because he was wearing his three piece gray suit which he only saved for the most important occasions.

“You two are aware this is a special meeting of the Watch, correct?” Francis asked bluntly.

Casey replied honestly “No I was not made aware of that fact. I was under the impression this was to be a regular meeting. And yes.” he cut Francis off before he could start “I checked the email before I arrived today. As per your regulations. I suggest you tell whoever is in charge of passing out information to make sure to consider every Watch member. Common courtesy after all.”

Francis’s grin was strained but he opted to turn his attention to Beatriz rather than pick a losing fight.

“And you Miss Flores? This is hardly special event attire.”

“So fucking what?” Bea raised an eyebrow “I’m not here to show off, I’m here to get caught up to speed before I go protect my neighborhood. You know, the whole reason this exists? And if there’s no new information for me then I don’t really got time to stay for nothings. Sir.”

And just because she was Beatriz she gave a mocking curtsy.

Francis sucked in a breath through clenched teeth “I am aware of our duty. You asked for some holy water correct?”

Bea tightened her hand into a fist, the threat clear in his tone “Yeah but never mind. Casey is going to provide it for me.”

“It’s what we do.” Casey piped up with a grin “Help each other. Right sir?”

“Naturally.”

An awkward, tense silence filled the air for a moment before Francis clear his throat, his voice controlled and neutral once more “Well this is something. We have a special guest gracing our humble abode.”

Casey had noticed the strange woman wandering the hall. At first he assumed she was a new member, waiting to be assigned to a Watch. But the more she wandered about, with a large object strapped to her back, the more he realized she was from out of town and probably requested help from the Watch. He stopped paying attention after that realization: Knowing Francis he would be the first to volunteer his services and give no one else a chance to offer to help.

“I saw.” Casey swirled his cup absentmindedly “What’s her name?”

Francis grimaced “Yorrick. Gravekeeper of Souls whatever that means. A bit….odd.”

Casey pursed his lips “A bit rude no? Who isn’t a little odd among us Francis?”

“Of course.” Francis gritted “By your leave: Miss Flores, Casey.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, Casey sighed in relief.

“He really is the fucking worst huh?” Beatriz kicked at the ground unhappily.

Casey ran a hand through his hair “You should really stop antagonizing him.”

“You first Case.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was engaging in polite conversation.” Casey lied as he struggled to keep his face straight.

Bea gave a hearty chuckle “Bull and shite Case my friend.” she gave a tired sigh “Well since our glorious leader probably already called dibs I’m gonna head out. Want a ride? I got the sidecar today.”

“Nah I’m good. I actually some time off for once so I’m gonna stay here for a few more minutes. Maybe go to Ma’s for some late night dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan. See ya later Case.” Bea gave a little wave before heading for the door.

And like that Casey was alone in a sea of “colleagues.”

It was like this most months especially given how often Bea couldn’t make the meetings (Protecting one’s neighborhood was a valid excuse if you were on guard duty and Bea was always on guard duty with more trouble he usually dealt with.) He would come, he would stand in a corner and he would wait for it to end. Honestly Casey didn’t care he was the black sheep of the Watch for whatever reason Francis lied about. He was here to do his job and nothing, not even a petty childish man baby, would stop that from happening.

Besides he was used to it by this point. No need to sink to Francis's level.

Casey was getting ready to follow Bea out when he felt a chill run down his spine. Someone or something was watching him closely, not in a malicious way per say, but it was with such an intensity he couldn’t help but feel a little unnerved. He tried to act natural as he gave a quick scan of room but found no sign of what was spying on him.

Maybe he was overthinking it. Nobody ever paid him any attention at Watch meetings and he doubt any special guest would change that.

He turned to leave and found a pair ghostly green eyes peering at him with a curious gaze.

“SHIiiiii!” Casey awkwardly greeted “Can I help you?”

The young woman, Yorrick if he had to guess, tilted her head quizzically but remained silent.

Casey cleared his throat politely “My name is Casey Remington. I take you are our guest for the evening Yorrick the Gravekeeper of Souls correct?”

“Wow. You knew my name already? And my title! I usually have to get people to sit still long enough to tell them.” Yorrick’s eyes danced with an excited light.

“Y-yes.” Casey stumbled for a moment, a little caught off guard by her cheerful demeanor “Fran...Mister Salazar told us about you. How you need our help. If there’s anything I can do for you, feel free to let me know.”

Yorrick’s face blanked out for a moment before a smile returned to her lips “Oh right! That thing. Yeah it’s bad. Very bad.”

“How bad are we talking?”

“Total and utter destruction of the city.” Yorrick paused thoughtfully “If we’re lucky.”

Casey knew better than to drag out the what if longer than it had to be “And if we’re unlucky?”

“Every soul within who knows how far will be consumed. Or maybe erased. Destroyed? I don’t know yet but it’s bad.”

“Very bad.” Casey finished for her.

Yorrick nodded grimly “Hence the very. But yeah no I need help.”

“And help you shall have!” Francis's voice interrupted as he cut in between them.

Casey rolled his eyes behind his superior’s back while he started trying to sell his pitch to her “I can assure you Miss Yorrick that…”

“Yorrick.” Yorrick interjected “Just Yorrick. No miss.”

“I see…” Francis cleared his throat, disguising his annoyance “Well for future reference we politely wait for people to finish their sentences and then you may correct me on any mistakes I may have spoke. As a cleric of order I pride myself on many things including my manners.”

Yorrick raised an eyebrow “What manners? You just rudely jumped into our private conversation. I was speaking to Casey here.” she turned to him “Can I call you Casey?”

Watching the color drain from Francis’s face as he struggled to compose some sort of counter argument and coming up empty was well worth the price of a first name basis with Yorrick.

“Of course Yorrick.”

“Excellent!” Yorrick beamed before her face dropped into grim stare while she turned her attention back to the head of the Watch “I believe Casey is more than enough help for my mission.”

It was impossible to tell who was more shocked her declaration: Casey or Francis.

“Mi...Y-Yorrick!” Francis was the first to recover though he stumbled over his words “You said it was of grave importance that we…”

Yorrick gave a cheery chuckle “Hee. Grave.”

“Ye-es but I must insist that at the very least I should join you in your endeavor! You made it abundantly clear the city is at risk!”

A silence fell over the conversation.

Francis waited and waited and waited but the Gravekeeper remained quiet about his request.

After a few minutes Yorrick realized he was awaiting a response “Oh. You’re done?”

Casey nearly grinned at the sight at the forehead vein throbbing angrily on Francis’s otherwise cold mask.

“Yes.” he spoke with gritted teeth “I am calmly awaiting your response.”

Yorrick grinned brightly “Oh okay! No.”

“NO!?”

Evidently it was Casey’s birthday because Yorrick just kept giving him gifts. Watching Francis not only lose his cool in public but whose outburst hushed the entire hall into an awkward silence made his day. Week even!

“No.” Yorrick replied calmly, motioning for Casey to quickly follow “We’ll be fine. Besides you’re a little too...odd for my taste.”

And with that declaration alongside an utterly speechless Francis left in her wake, Yorrick made her way out of the hall. Not wanting to give his boss a chance to recover, Casey quickly followed after.

“Hey. Favor.” Yorrick whispered so only the cleric could hear “I forgot to ask you but is it okay if we start tomorrow? It’s kinda late and utterly pointless to go stumbling through the dark now. Especially if the spirits are getting riled up from all the negative spooks energy that might be in the air. Let’s not makie it harder than it has to be.”

Casey couldn’t keep the grin off his face “Sure and I’ll do you one better. You can stay in my house. I’m usually in the office anyway so someone might as well use it. Do you have any bags or stuff we need to get?”

“I’m all good. I got everything important on me already: My lantern, my walking stick, my tombstone.”

“Sounds good!” Casey beamed before realization sunk in, screeching him to a halt as he stared dumbfounded at Yorrick’s retreating form “Did you just say tombstone?”

[lurking96]

Chapter 320 or why it is better than thought but not great

As last time I talked about my opinion with chapter 319 this time I will talk about chapter 320. This is my opinion. I do not claim it to be the absolute undeniable truth. This piece might be seen as Anti Bakugou so again it is under the cut and the tags are added so they can be filtered out.

So how we ended the last chapter we start out in the rain again. We see Iidas more serious face and of course we see Bakugou who calls Izuku “drawn differently” that might even be some form of Meta joke on how Izuku looks well more “edgy” now than before. Also still calls him a nerd. We then have Izuku attempting to flee by using his new Smokescreen technique. Bakugou in turn uses a new technique of his to just blow it away. An explosion. Here now is my question How? How does Bakugou make an explosion that just doesnt add more smoke. I hope that gets explained or thats just another asspull on his account. A more important thing in that scene is that Bakugou calls him some OFA bigshot and that Izuku must see everyone just as NPCS. This is Bakugou projecting on Izuku. This is how Bakugou acts towards people. Thinking he is some big shot and claiming everyone an extra. It shows that while Bakugou claims he understands Izuku he does not understand him. He projects his own personality on Izuku now that he thinks him to be “strong”. Bakugou thinks that kindness doesnt exist. That you cant do stuff for others without a reward attached. That people look down on others. Because he does those things. And to validate his worlview of course others must act like this too. He still sees him as weakling but also strong. Strong like Bakugou sees himself. Also for once Izuku is doing his own thing without Bakugou inserting himself into the narrative at first. That must probably be a shock to Bakugou who doesn’t want to be an extra or side character. It feels a bit like the whole “He reached his hand out to me because he looked down on me.” bit he had going on with Izuku and still does not seem to be over with. A thing after this we see is how Koda says that Nedzu said that he can come back. There seems to be miscommunication there. Izuku did not leave because Nedzu threw him out. He left to protect them as he is AFOs main target and AFO nuked an island before to deal with a holder of OFA. UA had compromised security before so there really is no reason for Izuku to trust them now with their security. It also doesnt make sense for AFO to attack UA now. It would just show that Izuku didnt need to isolate and should have been there. But AFO wants to isolate him. So it would be better to attack when Izuku would be back at UA. To show that he brought the main target to the promised safe house. So it would kinda play into AFOs hands to get him back. We have this followed by Sero holding down Blackwhip. (Dont get me wrong would love to give Sero a quirk awakening and more screen time but it felt a bit weird). We then have Jiro and Ojiro (finally screentime for him) talk about what Izuku did for them. How he helped them. Izuku says that he should leave that he paints a target on their back. That he doesnt want AFO to kill them. Dark Shadow tries to grab Midoriya while Sato brings up Eri. The girl Midoriya saved. Also one could say a bit of subtle emotional manipulation though not malicious. Bringing up the little girl that surely misses him. Yaoyarozu then ends up putting him in a chair. A chair with sedatives. A chair reminiscent of  a special chair in the high security prison Tartarus. The type of Asylum chair All for One has been bound to too and probably be sedated. Yaoyarozu also says that they are allowed to aid the other heroes with their quirks. Meaning they actually do not need to drag him back to UA. They could help him rest and make him eat in other ways. Support from a safe distance. A compromise really. That so far they maybe havent thought about. However Izuku breaks out of the chair. We then have Shoji, Kaminari and Tokoyami bind him with Shojis insulated tentacles and dark shadow. Probably trying to use Kaminari as human taser to take him out. Izuku escapes this. shoji asks if he sees them as victims that need protection. This feels more sincere then what bakugou said. Not the baggage attached. Not the projection. And yes. They are not defenseless. They are not weak. However they still are first years that never should have been involved in any kind of war. And against AFO well they would probably easily get dusted. A more supportive role would be fitting. Take out the villains around AFO.  Now comes an important part. Danger sense has not been going off. Izuku claims that it would have gone off if he felt danger or malice emit from them. He understands that they are worried about him. But again he also understands that he is a big target. He was out the whole time and saw that AFO won’t just give them a break. That he will kill people. Danger sense not going off is a no brainer. Of course there is no malicious intent. Class 1A were/are his allies. They want what they think is best for him. However that doesnt make their opinion absolute. You can have good intentions but how you do it and how it ends up can still be a huge fiasco. Izuku needs rest. A bath. Food. A doctor. But UA just doesnt have the security. The past shows it. UA is a safe house filled with civilians. Izuku knows that AFO wont stop at the barricade. That while yes there are pro heroes and trained students. AFO is a natural disaster. He wouldn’t just give in. There is no sunk cost fallacy. AFO will try to get his claws onto him no matter how many assasins, nomu or otherwise he needs to send out. The chapter ends with Izuku being caught in Shotos ice wall. Shoto telling him that he should share his burden with them. Showing his character developement. Froppy tells him that she won’t weep anymore and that he matters to her and that they won’t let him do this alone. Overall this chapter was different than I expected. We didnt get an all out fight. We didnt get the “Snap” so far. Class 1A tried to get hold of him. They told him that he is important to them and how he helped them. How they do about things might not be all that helpful. He will not go back to UA willingly. He should not go back to UA. They still seem to lack so much context about his reasoning for things. They do not understand him. Them telling him how he helped them. How much he means to them is an interesting thing. A bit ago Hori said where the name “Deku” originates from. A well known poem Ame ni mo Makezu  by Kenji Miyazawa. The verse “minna ni deku-no-bō to yobare” or in english “Called useless by all”

Here we have the poem. A person that helps others without ever getting or wanting recognition. A person that is not special except to reach out to help. A person that is just doing the right thing. Endeavor got credit for Stain, Overhaul vs Izuku is not well known, Gentle criminal got defeated without recognition for Izuku. Hardly anyone knows it was him at the sludge villain incident and most pro heroes there scolded him for being the one to do the right thing. Dagobah beach. It´s not widely known he cleaned it. Izukus desire is to rescue and help people. He is not into it for money, fame, recognition, legacy. While he does have a legacy to All Might he is also his own person. He tried to show himself to the world at the sports festival but that was also on All Mights wish. He didnt succeed with that. He is known as the bone breaker and not the second coming of All Might. He is not self serving. He wants to be useful and not a bother. Someone seen as useless that still does his best. It shows. They do give him recognition in this chapter. Do praise him. But this is not what he wants. This is not what he does it for. He isn’t coerced in coming back thanks to that. While he of course needs positive reinforcement it doesnt seem to be such an active desire to him. It´s more important for him that he sees them safe. The first line of the poem “Unbeaten by the rain” might also have some importance. Maybe it is foreshadowing that he won’t be brought back by the class. Maybe he escapes or he shows and makes them understand why he he does things. Maybe they find a compromise. As we go back to look at the chapter once more. Four people are kinda lacking. Hagakure and Aoyama. Both theorised in the fandom to be the traitor. Maybe danger sense would have activated and that would have called them out. Maybe it will next chapter. Iida we only saw in one panel. And Uraraka is not there either except for one beginning panel. Those two are his first friends. People like to compare this to the kamino arc when the squad rescued Bakugou. People saying that Bakugou will reach out to Midoriya like back at the kidnapping. However. That was not the thing. Kirishima reached out his hand as Midoriya knew that even in a life and death situation Bakugou would never take his willingly. So yes it would make more sense that either Iida, Uraraka or even Todoroki hold their hand out or even all three together.Maybe thats why Uraraka and IIda were not really there. Maybe they have their big moment next chapter. I personally dont hope it´s Urarakas love confession. That really would feel a bit shallow to me and out of left field. Overall I did not dislike this chapter. There was not the big beatdown like some expected. However how they as a class go about it might not have the best result. I am interested in how it continues in the next chapter. I would prefer Class 1A supporting him by not dragging him back to UA. By helping him rest and take down villains that don’t need the person to have OFA to survive the encounter. Again this is an opinion. Not claimed to be the absolute truth but also not without some proof.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

What do you think about Demetri and Alec having a human mate and she's on her period? (Separate couple, not poly) Would they wake her up at night to handle it and avoid the surprise stain in the morning? Would she stay in their room for the time? Would they stay away from her because of it? How would they deal with the pms or the change of apetite and behavior?

Demetri: ... alright, got it.

Alec: ...weren't you JUST on that? WAIT EVERY MONTH? WHAT THE -

Demetri is a gentlemen and will be a bit more reserved about his responses. Alec on the other hand is very annoyed that this is happening again and going to keep happening. In some ways you feel validated by it, Alec finds it just as annoying as you do but on the support element...he is lacking.

Both will leave you alone at nights. A mess is made in the sheets or on you then it can be dealt with when you're awake. They will not wake you up at night for that.

So Alec isn't necessarily avoiding when on your period but it's definitely more effort to be around you. No, don't be offended by it. It's not your fault. He still loves you. You just smell different and it's weird.

You will have to explain why this is actually happening. Jane doesn't get that after all. Nor does anyone else...yeah sure the receptionist does. WAIT SO THIS IS ALL BECAUSE YOU ARENT PREGNANT? Get creative with those explanations. Say that your uterus puts up decorations for the new baby only to realise there is no baby and has to take the decorations down and that takes days so-. You will get a laugh out of it and he'll want just the reason, not metaphors or weird examples, what is your uterus doing? Okay, thanks.

The next thing is thing is where you stay. At first Alec didn't question why you never slept in his bed when you did every other time you wanted. You always did go back and forth between your bed and his. It takes him a bit to notice and whilst he brought it up as an observation, your face said this wasn't just a coincidence. Wait, you avoid his bed? Why? You explain. You don't want to accidentally stain his bed. You know he can sense your period, what if that ruined the scent on his bed for him. It's very considerate...but Alec is horrified. Sweet-face, sweet heart, LIGHT of his LIFE, you are over thinking this. If you want to sleep in his bed then do it. He likes having you around. If something happens, don't worry about it! It can be fixed the same way it always has been. You're silly sometimes.

Demetri doesn't avoid you at all. It is what it is. He'd rather be there to make sure you're okay. He's much more mature about it too. Of course he noticed that some humans have a cycle but he doesn't know the details why. You explained it and that was that. Probably shouldn't have done it in front of Felix though. "WAIT, SO YOU SHED FROM THE INSIDE? LIKE A SNAKE? AND IT JUST...FALLS OUT OF YOU? YOU TECHNICALLY GIVE BIRTH TO YOURSELF?" "Felix, shut up." Demetri isn't having any of Felix's shenanigans about this. Leave his human alone.

Demetri will actually reassure you that of you want to sleep in his bed, it is more than available to you. He doesn't like the thought of you going out of your way to spare some sheets. Especially since it wouldn't happen all of the time. Don't be silly, get in bed darling...no, that bed, my bed. No it's not up for debate. You can sleep in any bed you like but he will make his stance clear.

Alrighty let's get into actually enduring periods.

Let's thank the receptionist because they are the ones who brought supplies and saved the day.

Alec was very worried when he first encountered you with cramps. Your movements, your complexion, everything was off. He'd stare at you at first, taking note of every little detail. You assured him you were fine. You didn't look fine. That's when Alec gets involved, how can he help? He's very eager to get you to take medicine for the pain. Alec was internally panicking when you ended up going back to bed. You seemed to get some relief from the heating pad. Alec was beyond relieved. Okay maybe this was a little bit normal then. Then he felt bad when he discovered you had to lie in certain positions to ease the pain. Alec did offer his gift but you quickly refused, losing all senses or being paralysed didn't sound fun. You could endure this, it's fine. You did every other month. There was one uplifting thing Alec actually found rather funny during this time. When you sneezed. Anyone who's dealt with a period knows exactly what I'm talking about. Don't get me wrong, you tried to hide it. Your face barely reacting to what had happened but Alec notices everything and now that he knew what had happened. It was funny and you couldn't tell him otherwise. Alec will actually comfort you when it comes to feeling sick or having headaches during that time. You'll get a cuddle in bed.

Demetri will gladly give lots of cuddles during this time. He can sense when you're really going through a tough moment. That meant any cramping was dealt with immediately without question and you were to get in bed and rest. Sometimes back pain is a problem and without hesitation or prompting, Demetri will massage your lower back. He's even massaged your stomach knowing why cramps happen. If feeling sick or with headaches, he'll encourage you to go to sleep.

Now we get to your behaviour.

This is the toughest part for Alec. He can be exceptionally blunt and has had to rethink his wording many times before saying something to you. He doesn't want to upset you. However on your time of the month, all bets are off. You cried once when you felt ignored by Alec whilst he was on duty. Another time Alec commented that a spot you had on your face looked painful and you cried just at the very mention of it. Although this wasn't just upset crying. Even that would have been easier. You cry whilst not knowing why you're crying, even laughing at yourself for crying whilst crying and all the while you were eating ice cream. Alec was stunned, is this what was meant when humans are complex? Should he be worried right now? Although Felix and Demetri seemed to laugh it off with you. Felix then moved your snacks away from you and you immediately made it known that those were your snacks and didn't appreciate him moving them. Jane found the scene hilarious. Now you were laughing that you were crying, crying, eating ice cream and now annoyed at Felix for moving your snacks and staking your claim on them. Alec is just sitting there stunned. In that situation we found a use for Felix. Felix was the least unphased, instead he moved the snacks back and place a hand on your should. He grinned as he said. "Today is gonna be your day. Your doing great sweetie. This is your day." Being angry around Alec was a bad situation. He has virtually no tolerance for it and he'll get angry very quickly. Don't think he won't throw that treatment back at you.

Demetri was as supportive as ever. Yes his human is crying. No they won't shut up- they're going through FEELINGS. No one can complain about you. He'll spend lots of time with you and can handle it much more than Alec can. If you need to cry, that's fine. Cry it out. When your angry though...not so much. Demetri does hold his tongue, keeping in mind that you simply weren't feeling good. Although he doesn't appreciate if you dont speak nicely to him, especially over nothing he has done. You get the look, it was a warning. He wouldn't raise his voice at you but he would have a stern talking to you because you are not treating him like that. It's just an easier time around Demetri whilst with Alec it's mayhem. You'll also have more of Felix to cheer you up because again. Today is your day. You're winning.

Loss of appetite has both of them on edge. It's something neither are happy with. They try to compromise with you mostly lighter things such as soup since they really don't want you skipping a meal.

So sorry this took so long!

[faes-land]

In The Club

HI EVERYONE!! Sorry I’ve gone missing for a little bit, but I have been writing and I have a lot to post! Here’s a little something I wrote for one of my best friends that ults Mingi. Enjoy, loves!

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Pairings: Mingi X Female Reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 4,028

Warnings: Rough sex, oral (male and female receiving), one night stand, unprotected sex (DONT DO IT KIDS).

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“Girl let’s GO!” You heard your best friend say to you as she was calling the Uber. You and her were going out for a much-needed outing. You haven’t gone clubbing in a few months because you’ve been working so hard, but you finally had the chance to let loose. 

Once you were finished doing your makeup you walked out the bathroom. “I’m ready.” You said before grabbing your keys and purse. Your best friend smiled at you before you two left your apartment. 

Once you arrived at the club, you couldn’t help but laugh with each other. You didn’t usually go out, but you always ended up enjoying yourself. “Come on, bitch lets dance!” Your best friend said when Mommae from Jay Park started playing. 

You had just recently moved to the city and this was your first time seeing the club scene over here. So far, so good. You could see all the pretty people in the club, drinking, dancing or kissing in some dark corner. 

You and your best friend danced to the beat and enjoyed yourselves, not realizing you two were getting the attention of two very handsome boys. The two of them had their eyes set on you and your best friend and they had plans for you two. 

The song ended and the next song was Moist by Eric Bellinger. Your favorite song to dance to. “This is my song!” You said as you and your best friend laughed and danced. 

At this point, the boy who had his attention on you realized he needed to make a move before any other man could. “Seoghwa, do you see the girl in the red dress dancing with the girl in the black dress?” 

“Yep. Been watching black dress this whole time.” Seonghwa said over the music. Mingi smirked as he watched the way you moved your hips to the music and held onto the girl who he assumed was your friend. “Are you gonna fuck her tonight?” Seonghwa asked. 

Mingi took another sip of his drink before turning to Seonghwa, “I have to. Look at her. I’m already hard thinking about fucking her.” 

Seonghwa chuckled. “Good luck. She looks tough. So does her friend.” 

“I like a good challenge. Let’s go.” 

Mingi walked up to you and grabbed your hips, swaying with you to the beat of the music. “You’re a really good dancer,” he said in your ear. 

You turned around, expecting some creep behind you, but you were surprised to see a very handsome young man staring back at you. You smiled at him and said a quick, “thank you,” as you kept dancing on him. What were the odds that the guy you saw when you walked in would be dancing with you now? 

The next song was Freaky by Tory Lanez and you knew this was your time to get this mystery man flustered. You turned around so that your ass was rubbing against his crotch as you were grinding up against the boy behind you.

Mingi gripped on your hips and held you down to keep you where he wanted you. You liked the way his hands felt on your body and you wanted to feel more of him. The little you could feel through his jeans was pretty damn good. 

He held you against his groin as you danced on him. He knew what you two looked like dancing in this club right now, but he didn’t give a fuck. He just wanted to keep dancing with you and see you without your clothes on.

As you kept dancing you reached behind you to hold onto his neck. He pressed his lips against your neck and your eyes widened at his bold move. You decided to grind against him harder since he wanted to play dirty. 

You looked over to see that your best friend was in a similar position with another very handsome young man. She seemed just as busy as you were. 

When the song ended, Mingi turned you around; he wanted to see your pretty face. “Can I buy you a drink, beautiful? Don’t worry about your friend. She’s in good hands with Seonghwa.” He said to you, taking in all your features and curves. “I’ll take good care of you, babydoll.” 

You looked the man up and down. He was tall, had pale skin, dark hair, full lips, and sharp eyes. He was probably the most handsome man you’ve seen in a while. For some reason, his deep voice was very comforting. “Sure. I like expensive drinks, though.” 

He smirked. He was friends with the bartender, Yeosang, so he never had to pay for drinks. “That’s not a problem. What do you like?” 

He walked you towards the bar as you were deciding what you wanted. “Hmm. Why don’t we do a few shots of soju?” 

He raised his eyebrow and smirked at you. “I like you even more than I did before. What’s your name, beautiful?” 

“Y/N,” You said as he led you to the bar. “What’s yours?” 

“A pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m Mingi.” 

“Nice to meet you, Mingi.” He liked the way you said his name. He couldn’t wait to hear you scream it later. You looked over and scanned the club to wave someone down. You looked to see where he was looking and saw your best friend with Mingi’s friend heading towards the bar. What was his name? Seonghwa?

As your best friend and her new boy came over to you, Mingi said, “I got us some soju shots. Let’s have some fun!” 

You usually never drink with random guys at the club, but there was something about Mingi that made you want to break all of your rules. Apparently your friend too, who was hanging on to Seonghwa like her life depended on it. What kind of hold did these two have on you?

Your eyes met Mingi’s as the four of you clinked your shot glasses and downed the strong drink. It burned going down your throat and you felt your whole body heat up from the drink. Mingi gave you a slight smile and he put his hands on your hips again. “Was it good? Do you want another one?” You nodded, so he ordered one more round for the four of you. 

Once you and him were good and buzzed you decided to dance some more. Except for this time you were grinding on him a little harder. Now you were the one who wanted to make sure you got what you wanted. You were going to have Mingi tonight; your best friend would understand. 

After a few more songs, Mingi couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have you. He started to kiss you, pressing his body against yours so you could feel how hard he was. You were just as needy as he was and you didn’t care who was looking as you started to make out with him in the middle of the dance floor. 

He pulled away, “Let’s go back to my place. My roommate isn’t home and Seonghwa will make sure your friend gets home safely. Sound good?” He started kissing on your neck and his lips made you feel even more impatient.

You nodded. “Okay, let me just tell her I’m leaving with you.” He let you go from his grip and you found your friend at a booth with Seonghwa in a very compromising position. You rolled your eyes and tapped her shoulder. Seonghwa had a dumb look on his face as your friend was straddling him. She turned to face you, looking slightly annoyed that you interrupted her. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before you. “I”m leaving with Mingi. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay, have fun, bitch!” 

You laughed. “You too!” Then you went back to Mingi who was also laughing at his friend. “Come on, babyboy, let’s go.” You said as you led him out of the club. Luckily for you, Mingi had already called the uber and the driver was waiting outside. You got inside the car and Mingi’s hands were all over your body. You tried to stop him because you could hear the uber driver clearing his throat. 

“We’re a few minutes away from my place. I can’t wait to get you in my bed.” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine when he whispered in your ear. You were just as excited as he was based on the bulge in his black jeans. You cupped his hard-on through his jeans and he clenched his jaw. “Baby...not yet.” He said as he grabbed your wrist. 

The car ride to Mingi’s apartment was short; before you knew it, you were at your destination. Mingi gave the driver a cash tip before exiting the car with you following behind him. Mingi held your hand as he led you to the elevator in his apartment complex. Once inside the elevator, he pinned you against the wall and started to kiss and bite at your neck. 

His large hands were at your hips as his lips attacked your exposed skin. His lips felt heavenly and you just wanted more of him. “Mingi..I need you,” You said as his lips were going back towards your lips. 

He smirked before locking his lips with you once again. The elevator dinged that you were on his floor and he hurriedly left the elevator with your hand in his. He didn’t live far from the elevator and you were very happy about that. You wanted him bad. 

Mingi grabbed his keys and unlocked his door, pushing you inside before following you and locking the door behind him. He pressed you against the wall by his door and he went right back to kissing you, sticking his tongue in your mouth when you moaned at his touch. Your tongues wrestled for dominance, but he won. He knew what to do with his tongue and you wanted to know what else he could do with it. 

His hands were all over your body, but one of them grabbed your leg and put it around his waist. Your heel digging into his lower back and he pushed his hips into yours. You kept moaning into your makeout session, so he kept moving his hips. His rough jeans pushing against your clothed center. Your dress was very short, so he was rubbing directly against you. 

You pulled your lips away from him, “Mingi!” Hearing you say his name egged him on to start kissing down your neck again. His hands were pushing your dress up your body, and you wanted to move away from him to take it off, but he had you trapped between him and the wall. His beautiful lips were dancing along your neck, leaving nips and bites. 

His hand that wasn’t holding your leg was inching its way to your core where he rubbed you through your thin panties. He pulled his lips away to look at you and then down at his hand that was rubbing your clit. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Take that dress off for me, baby.” He kissed your lips one last time before pulling away from you so you could strip for him. 

“I can’t be the only one getting naked. It’s only fair for you to take your clothes off too.” You teased as you started to remove your dress. Mingi smirked and he quickly took his fitted shirt off so you were able to see his toned body. He was gorgeous; pale skin, lean body, hard chest, and broad shoulders. Perfect. You bit your lip as you looked him up and down; this was all yours tonight. 

You unzipped your dress and it fell down your body. You bent down to take off your heels and he groaned looking at your boobs pressed against each other. Your dress didn’t give you the option of wearing a bra. He kicked his own shoes off, but then you realized you had the advantage in your position. You were on your knees. 

You looked up at Mingi through your lashes and you reached your hand out to grope his erection through his jeans. He looked down at you and bit his lip. He was so cute. You smiled at him before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans and pulling them down his thighs. 

He was wearing boxer briefs that showed the outline of his hard-on. You kissed him through his underwear and he groaned, his deep voice making you soak through your panties. You kept giving him kisses to his clothed tip until he said, “Baby...please,” That was all you needed to hear before you grabbed the top of his underwear and released his throbbing dick. 

His dick sprang free and you couldn’t wait to make him happy. Mingi was big, and you knew you had some work to do with him. You wet your hand before taking his shaft in your hands and pumping him slowly. His breathing hitched when you wrapped your lips around his sensitive tip. He looked down at you and couldn’t believe the lewd sight before him. You looked so hot with his dick in your mouth. 

You started to suck on his tip while jerking him off. “Shit!” He said when you licked his slit. You moved your tongue down to that sensitive vein under his tip and he put his hand in your hair. You moaned onto his cock and he threw his head back at the vibrations. You took more of him in your mouth and his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag. He moaned feeling your throat contract against his throbbing tip. 

He was too big to fit in your mouth so you had what didn't fit in your hand, stroking him slowly. His tip hit your throat again and you were getting used to his size. He caught you by surprise when he thrust into your throat, but you didn’t mind it. You enjoyed the fact that you were the one doing this to him. His moans were so hot and you just wanted to hear more, so you cupped his balls in your hand and rubbed them gently. 

“Fuck, baby!” He cursed at the new feeling. His grip in your hair tightened as he kept thrusting into you. You were moaning on his cock and he twitched; he was close. As bad as he wanted to see your pretty face covered in his cum, he wanted to save that for another time. This wasn’t going to be a one-night stand; he will make you his by the time this is over. 

He pulled his dick out of your mouth and looked down at you with a smirk. You looked up at him confused, “You don’t want to cum?” You asked. 

He chuckled. “I do, but I want you to be fucked out first.” His crude words had you soaking through your panties and you rose up to stand in your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. He pulled his pants down and he was now completely naked.

“Then fuck me,” you whispered in his ear and he groaned. He took your hand and practically dragged you to his bedroom. You tried to look around you as best you could; he had a nice apartment. 

Once you and him were in his bedroom he threw you down on the bed before joining you. He hovered over your body and leaned down to give your lips a soft kiss. The contrast surprising you, but you liked it. He had such kissable lips and you couldn’t get enough; you just wanted to kiss him all night. He pulled away and smiled at you before moving his lips down to your chest, his hands roaming all over your body.

His swollen lips were nipping and sucking on your neck and collar bones. He left marks on his way down your body. You squirmed underneath him when his lips were fluttering over your chest. His eyes scanned your body before he attached his lips to your hard nipple and you moaned. Your hands finding their way into his hair, tangling your fingers through the dark strands. 

His tongue swirled against your hardened nub and then he sucked on it lightly. You gasped out his name and he smirked on your skin. His other hand was toying with your free nipple and he rubbed slow circles on it with his thumb. You started moaning a little louder so he decided to move his lips lower on your body, going towards where you ached for him. 

The hand that was not on your nipple was on your thighs, inching its way closer to your center. Your breathing hitched when he started to slowly rub you through your thin panties. His lips were on your stomach, right above your panty line. He kissed you there a few times while his hand went to work. He could feel how wet you were and his erection was almost painful, but right now was about you since you gave him such a good blowjob. 

He moved his body down so that he was nestled between your legs. You looked down and you were so turned on seeing him there; you couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do to you. He smirked before kissing your covered center. He loved the little noises you were making, but he needed you to scream his name, so he quickly removed your panties. Once the unnecessary fabric was removed, he dove right in. 

His long tongue licked from your opening to your clit and you moaned softly, tugging on his hair. “Mingi…” You breathed out when his tongue flicked over your clit a few times. He wanted to have you screaming by the time he was done going down on you. But there was nothing wrong with a little bit of teasing. 

“You taste so good, babygirl.” He said before sucking on your clit and moaning from your taste. The vibrations of his voice made your toes curl and he barely got started on you. He started to move his tongue faster against you and you tightened your grip on his hair, pulling on it more. Mingi had a hair-pulling kink, so all you were doing was making him want to please you more. 

Before you knew it, you felt him slowly insert one of his fingers inside you. Once he felt how wet and ready you were though, he added a second finger, stretching you out to prepare you for his dick. “Fuck!” You practically screamed and your legs closed around his head. He took his other hand to open up your legs and then he squeezed on your thigh. His tongue was relentless on your clit and you tightened around his fingers, so he slowed down his movements. 

“Are you ready to cum, baby?” He said, breath tickling your clit. 

You looked down at him, eyes hooded and breath unstable. “Please, Mingi...I do.” 

“Do you want to cum from my cock or my tongue? I’m really hard.” His words made you moan and you couldn’t even think straight. You wanted to feel him. 

“Yo-your cock, Mingi. Please!” You begged. 

He tilted his head and smirked. “That’s what I like to hear, Y/N.” Then he removed his fingers from inside you and rose up. He licked his fingers clean and he winked at you. “You’re delicious,” He moaned out. 

He leaned down to kiss you before pulling away from you. He looked at your waiting body and he started to stroke his throbbing cock before slowly slipped his head in. His hands were holding onto your hips as he teased you by pulling out his tip then sliding it back in. He did this a few times until you were fed up. “Fuck me already!” You screamed. 

Mingi chuckled and he put one of your legs on around his waist and thrust into you without warning. Once again, you started screaming as he started to move fast and hard in you. You wanted to be fucked? He’s going to make sure you were good and fucked out by the end of tonight. “You-you’re so fucking tight,” 

You reached your hands to grab onto his shoulders and you dug your nails into his pale skin, leaving red marks on him. He leaned down to kiss you while his hips became a little harsher. Your leg that was on his hip was pulling him closer, making him go deeper and reaching that sweet spot inside you. His lips moved back down to your neck while one hand was playing with your nipple. The extra stimulation made you feel like you were flying under his touch. He knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy. He already knew your body and this was the first time you fucked him. Who knows what he could do once he really knew your body? 

Your nails were scratching down his back and he moaned from the pain and pleasure you were giving him. You started to buck your hips to meet with his thrusts, but the hand that was still on your hips pressed harder, stopping your movements. He purposely went in you harder to warn you; he was in control tonight. Maybe next time he’ll think about letting you be in control. 

All that could be heard throughout the room was yours and his moans and your skin slapping against each other. Each time his tip grazed your spot, you scratched up his back more. His back was going to be very red by the time you two were done. You moved your hands up to grab onto his hair again and you started to tug. Mingi felt himself getting closer to his edge from you pulling his hair. “Ugh, d-do that again.” He said as his thrusts were becoming uneven. 

He leaned down to kiss your lips as he started to rub your clit in harsh circles. You practically screamed into your kiss and you pulled away to say his name. The way he thrust into you with the mix of his fingers on your clit was driving you insane and you knew you were close to your high. Mingi felt that you were too by the way you were closing around his cock, almost trapping him inside you. “You f-feel so fucking g-good, baby,” he stuttered out as his hips were faltering. 

It wasn’t long before your orgasm took over your whole body. Your legs gripped Mingi between you as he changed what his fingers were doing to your clit. He rubbed it slowly, a contrast to his rough hips. He rubbed your clit in time with his thrusts and after a few more thrusts, you came hard. “MINGI!!” Cumming all over his cock and spilling onto his sheets. 

Mingi couldn’t take how tight you became so he pulled out of you and quickly jerked himself off until he came on your stomach. You sighed at the loss of his length inside you, but in a weird way, you liked watching him cum on your body. He collapsed next to you and he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek. He started to blush when he realized what he just did to you. He’d never done that to anyone before and he started to feel bad. 

“I-I’m so sorry; let me get you cleaned up.” He mumbled out as he got up to grab a towel. You giggled to yourself. He was so cute. He came back and cleaned you up, then he discarded the soiled towel and laid down next to you. 

“Mingi...that was amazing.” You could feel yourself getting tired so he wrapped his arms around you. He kissed your lips one more time and he smiled at you. How did you end up sleeping with a guy as cute as him? 

“Get some rest, baby. I’ll take you out for a breakfast date in the morning.” 

[urkpoppsychic]

Izone update

Love life

Eunbi: doubts about if her relationship and future plans have been shifted because of situations that has ended. A change that has to do with someone hiding and being sneaky. Someone from SM

Sakura: She is getting messages from a lot of guys, she is eye candy to men who has a interest into her culture. She might be mysterious and want to be hidden. She is not really paying attention to those guys. Has a-lots of guy friends. Single

Hyewon: I can feel that she is dating she is satisfied with her situation as if her wishes has been fulfilled. Feeling emotionally fulfilled with the person who takes the risk to date. She was also a bit hesitant and worried about the outcome. But she will still wanted to move the relationship to the next level. There are unfairness and heart and mind are not aligned. That cause her to act careless to her partner. SM

Yena: She is in a romantic relationship with someone who is very popular with the girls. They don’t see each other for a while but one of them is planning to give a materialistic offer. The guy might sometimes act young and say easily what is on his mind. They are planning to see each other very soon. SM

Chaeyeon: she takes some step backwards because she might feel she has to juggle with two things. Her career and her and the person who have romantic feelings for her. She might feel stuck about what she is gonna do with it. Because she has everything what she wants right now. But she has think about to give up on her single life. JYP

Chaewon: I feel that she to move on and heal from an ex. She is feeling satisfied right now and she has new ideas and seeing new truths. She is balanced heart and mind. She might have a wish that will come out very soon. Someone that is waiting for her to meet. She is single now but she is ready for someone better. JYP

Minju: she might be angry because of the situation. She is not wanting to leave her position. She is single and beautiful to the public eye. She is abundant and loves her position. She is cautious about dating and she might want to control her feelings. Feeling overwhelmed. She will say straight to the point she is not interested. Single

Nako: she moved away from a situation and it suddenly unexpected change happen. That will mind blowed her world. She takes her rest and takes time alone to rethink about the situation. She is observing the situation and she feels that there is someone who was interfering in her relationship. She wants to give up on it. She will need to learn that obstacles will help her walk through the right direction and she will be able to see the truthfulness of her situation. SM

Hitomi: she had been in karmic relationship, a relationship that she was in was something that she has to learn. I hurts her and it made her sad. She is trying to take control of her life and focus on her wish and stay positive while controlling her feelings and emotions. Single

Yuri: she is in a romantic relationship the relationship was fast and quick. They compromise and avoiding conflict very often. Her boyfriend is childish and youthfull and adventurous. He might be around 19-20. JYP

Yujin: She might find her soulmate already, she might want to choose this opportunity. He might also be not Korean. Idol but chinese or japanese background. She is pure and take this relationship serious and slowly. SM

Wonyoung: she might receive a love offer from someone who she feels the same romantic interest. It was slowly and stagnant but she had finally takes her guard downs and enjoy the new phase of her life. The person who give her that offer sees her very up high, putting her on a pedestal. That will make him feel defeated and lose control. He might deal with some jealousy or self esteem issues. JYP.

Future career 2021:

Journey to home, to their position and place, finding the balance in career and their own design and creating. Plans and insights . Because they will have not a stable position right now but they will find their home somewhere in the music industry. The girls are wanted.

This is just a reading it will not be 100% accurate. Move on if you dont like it. Thank you~

[summahsunlight]

Perhaps It’s Fate, Part 8

Rating: T, to be safe

Word Count: 1546

Summary: After joining the Resistance as a mechanic, you were happy to keep to yourself, until a little orange and white bb unit and his master wander into your workshop one day.

Pairings: Poe Dameron/Reader

Warnings: Angst, there is some fluff

Taglist: @ms-dont-care​ if you want to be added to the taglist, let me know :)

The next morning you woke up before Poe. Hearing his soft snoring besides you and feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest while he breathed sent a wave of comfort over you.  Rolling onto your side so you were facing him, you could see the slightly troubled expression on his features.  He’d been so lost last night... seeking you out for comfort.  

Your roles had been reversed. Normally, you were the one seeking comfort from him. Reaching out, you ran your fingers through his soft curls.  He didn’t wake up, but he responded by tightening the arm around your waist and drawing her closer to his bare chest. All he wanted--all he needed--last night was you. If had been any other man wanting sex to forget you probably would have said no. But it had been Poe... and for a while you knew that Poe was so much more to you than any other man...

Someone--or something--suddenly slammed against your door.  Poe startled awake, hair messy and eyes still half asleep.  Before he could ask what was going on, there was another slam against your door followed by a series of panicked beeping.  

“BeeBee must be looking for you, Poe,” you whispered with a smile and not being able to resist the urge to play with his hair.

“Damn. I... just sort of left him last night,” Poe muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  He then leaned down and kissed you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth with ease, even as his droid blared his annoyance with Poe from the other side of the closed door. 

Laughing, you managed to push Poe off of you. “Go! Before he short circuits and I have to fix him!”

Poe’s face broke into a warm smile as he quickly got dressed.  He paused at the door, turning to face you. “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Sorry? For what?”

He shrugged. “Just letting myself in.  I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. I just... I didn’t know where else to go. All I could think about were those pilots--those kids--that I let down.”

Sitting up in the bed, you wrapped the sheet around you. “I’m sure you did everything that you could, Poe.”

Poe sighed, heavily, tears springing up into the corners of his eyes. “I don’t know, sweetheart.  If I had done just a little bit more... maybe they’d be alive... maybe they’d have made it back to base.”

Crawling out of the bed with the sheet as a dress, you went to him.  Gently you pressed your lips to his in a tender kiss. “After the First Order killed my parents, I felt the same way, always wondering if there had been more that I could have done to save them--the answer is that there wasn’t, Poe. I did what I could--you did what you could--sometimes that isn’t going to be enough--just know that those pilots knew you did what you could.”

BB-8 was really agitated now, rapidly banging against the door and beeping angrily.  Poe smiled at you and kissed the tip of your nose. “You’re right, I better go before he short circuits and you need to fix him.”  

Reaching out Poe opened the door. BB-8 blurted at him loudly and rolled back to allow the commander to step out. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Poe said as the pair began to walk to away, his voice fading as it went. “Next time I’ll let you know when I’m not staying in my room.” 

Quietly laughing, you close your door and proceed to find a clean set of coveralls for the day. Less than an hour later, after a shower and freshing up--you made your way to the mess hall for breakfast. Half-way there, BB-8 rolled into your path and asked you to follow him.

Actually, it was more of a demand you realized as you followed behind the small droid, but for BB-8, you didn’t care.   He led you through the base and then along a shaded path towards the lake.  You were confused why he was leading you here, until you came across Poe--sitting with his back against a tree, nursing a cup of caf and just staring out at the water.

BB-8 asked if it was wrong to come get you.  Gently you pat the droid on his domed head. “No,” you told him, softly, “it’s okay that you came to get me. I got this, okay?” 

He beeped, softly, and in relief, rolling back a little to give you some space.  Carefully you made your way towards Poe, not wanting to startle him.  He was sitting in a tight spot, but you managed to find a place to squeeze in next to him. “BeeBee is worried about you.”

Poe nodded, not looking at you. “Yeah, I know.  He really is too good to me.”

You wrapped one of your arms around his and leaned into his shoulder. “He cares about you.  I don’t think he likes it when you’re sad, Poe.”

“I wish I didn’t feel so sad,” Poe sighed. He turned his head and kissed your hair, soaking in the sweet scent of the soap you used. “Think it’s going to take me some time to get over this one, love.”

“Maybe you should take some time off,” you suggested, knowing that he would most definitely scoff at the idea.  “I don’t think anyone would say a word if you did, Poe.”

“No, I can’t take time off--the First Order is getting stronger--Black Squadron is so close to finding Lor San Tekka,” Poe whispered, shaking his head. “If General Hux finds Tekka before we do--if he gets the map to Luke Skywalker before we do--it’s all over, sweetheart.”

“Just promise me you won’t push yourself too hard.”

“I have too--if we’re ever to have a future--I have too.”

What did he mean by that? If we’re ever to have a future? Was he speaking about the galaxy in general--or about you?  Suddenly, you found that you were too afraid to ask him, because what if he laughed at you, what if he thought you were moving way too fast if you were picturing him with your kids...

Poe pressed another kiss to your hair. He put his empty caf mug down onto the ground and situated you into his arms.  He thought about those poor recruits as he held you, how young they had been.  He thought about if the Resistance didn’t win, how dark the galaxy would become, but worst of all, he thought about a galaxy without you in it--and that terrified him the most. 

Sighing, contently, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. The quiet moment was not going to last forever--you had to report for you shift after all, and you were sure Poe had drills and training planned. He wasn’t going to sit around and wallow about the failed mission.  He’d made it clear just a few moments ago that he was not about to let up. 

“Force, I wish we could stay here all day,” Poe hummed, softly.

“Me too,” you agreed, closing your eyes.

“Some day, sweetheart,” he promised.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think some day is soon,” you sighed.

Poe’s fingers glided through your hair down to your chin. You felt him tip your head up towards him and then his lips pressed against yours.  Yielding to the gentle pressure, you parted your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth and seeking out yours.

You buried her hands in his curls, tugging on them as the kiss grew more heated and passionate. Gods, did this man know how to kiss.... so well, in fact, that when he pulled away, you actually let out a little whine of protest.

Chuckling, Poe stood up, helping you to your feet as well.  He found the discard caf mug and gestured towards the trail that led back to base. “We should get going... our teams will be out looking for us and it would quite embarrassing for them to find us in a compromising position.”

Grasping the hand that he held out for you, you smiled. “It would be payback for all the times you caught Snap and Karé.”

“Actually, that’s an excellent point.”

“Why do I get the impression you’re thinking of places we can do it so they can catch us?”

“I would never...”

“Liar. Yes you would.”

Poe laughed and walked with you back towards this base, hand in hand; BB-8 following behind, relieved to see that his pilot was feeling better now that he had spent some time with you. 

Once you were back on base, the General approached, looking for Poe. She offered you a gentle smile. “Y/N, do mind if I have a word with Commander Dameron?”

You shook your head, realizing that you needed to get to your post anyways. Promising Poe that you would see him at lunch, you left him alone with the General. 

“Is something wrong, General Organa?” Poe asked once you were gone.

“No,” Leia said, shaking her head. “What do you know about Jakku?”

[multifics-canary]

Marinette's New Shield ch. 3

Ch.1 ch.2

A/n: guys thank you so much for waiting patiently on this :'D it means a lot!!! Fair warning, it's a cliffhanger. Enjoy! I dont own miraculous ladybug

Marinette was exhausted. Ruby had almost been Akumatized hours ago, but managed to not turn and keep the akuma. After that whole ordeal, she had told Chloe to take the girl home to rest. The plan she had to expose Lila was practically gold, but it also involved practically destroying the ladyblog.

Alya worked so hard for that, she would be crushed.

And yet it wouldn't have been such a problem if she checked her own sources and asked Ladybug herself. The Culpa siblings practically spoke in her head, shielding her mind from all the negative things. Ruby seemed younger than Felix, almost the same age as Adrien, but she was fsr more mature in every way. If Marinette didn't recieve the miraculous, she would bet Ruby would've gotten it.

Speaking of which.

"Tikki?" The young girl called out to the red kwami, surprised by the silence. A few seconds passed, before the little red blur appeared before her. "Tikki! I got worried you were captured or something."

The little god giggled, kissing her chosen's cheek. "I was just out getting a bit of fresh air. You should check on your friend. You don't know what effects the akuma does, especially if she was still touched by the akuma."

"You're right." The noirette said, going to stand up, only to hear her phone buzz with a text. Looking at her kwami, she picked up the phone, seeing that it was a message from Marc.

Marc 1:34pm: hey mari. I know we havent talked in a bit, I went on a family trip and got really sick coming back. I was talking to Nath about all of us meeting and reviewing the next comic to publish, but he says some girl named Lila told him that she could talk to a famous writer-- who's dead mind you-- about helping us publish it. Nath was also skeptical, given that I told him the writer was dead. Nath wants to verfiy something with you, so is it cool if we meet up tomorrow? Sorry for the long text.

Marinette read and reread the text. Nathaniel wasn't one of the active Lila worshippers, but believed it to some degree. But thanks to Marc, she was probably going to get a friend back. She held back tears as she stared at the text, feeling Tikki hug her cheek.

"Marinette its okay. Let it out." The little kwami said softly. And for the first time since Lila came back, Marinette cried, letting go of all the stress she's held.

Losing her friends.

Being called a bully.

...Having someone believe her.

For the first time in a while, Marinette cried for herself.

°·°·°·°·°·°·°

Ruby laid down on her bed, soft music playing on her speakers as she wrote to her brother, not leaving out any detail of the plan and asking what should be changed.

After sending the email, because her brother liked to keep it professional, she moved her laptop, opting to grab a book and read. Stretching, she stood from her bed and went the small shelf she had and grabbed a book, only to throw it in a direction when she felt someone in the room. She turned, seeing Ladybug smile at her while holding the book in her hand.

"Ladybug, I didn't expect you to arrive." Ruby said, raising an eyebrow at the heroine. The spotted hero just smiled, walking over and handing the book.

"I wanted to check up on you. Though it has been a few hours since you were almost Akumatized, there could be some effects that could happen later." Ruby nodded, going over to her bed. She sat on the edge and gestured for Ladybug.

"It would also be a bit suspicious if Ladybug came to someone's place in the middle of the day if there wasn't an akuma." The girl crossed her arms, seeming relaxed. But Ladybug knew Ruby was still a bit on edge.

"How are you feeling, honestly?" Ladybug asked, staring at Ruby. The girl in question sighed, looking down.

"A bit shaken. I know magic affects how you look and sound, but with Hawkmoth it was different. I know him, I'm almost positive about it. But I can't bring myself to get any evidence without hurting people I care about. I've always been able to have a sixth sense on everything, that's why they called me the more sensible one out of me and my brother." Ruby explained, fiddling with her sleeve.

Ladybug was in shock. Ruby probably knew who Hawkmoth and could possibly end this terror on Paris. But she knew she can't force her to reveal anything. Instead, she opted to listen, thinking that she could possibly a good holder in some near future, if she talked to Fu about it.

"I don't know if you know Marinette," Ruby started, grabbing Ladybug's attention, "but she's a good person in a bad situation. The tones she gives off are both spring and storm and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if that storm came to prove everyone wrong. All I want to do is help her."

"The plan will work, Ruby." Ladybug said, smiling softly as she placed a hand over Ruby's, causing the girl to look up. "Sure it'll take a bit more time, but talk it out with those you trust. Chat Noir and I will back you up as well." The young Culpa relaxed, eyes shinning brightly as she stared at ladybug.

"Thank you Ladybug."

"Of course."

°·°·°·°·°·°·°

Next day

"Rubes!" Ruby looked up to see Lila walk over to her, a sweet smile on her face, though her eyes held a dangerous glint. In the distance, she saw Alya and the other mindless sheep stare, as if encouraging Lila to talk with her.

The girl sighed, closing her notebook and standing up, just as Lila reached her. "Hey Rubes. The others encouraged me to talk to you about Adrien. So I was hoping we could compromise." She said sweetly, but Ruby could feel the bad air around her.

"How about we talk about this in a more private location. That way we're not interrupted." Ruby narrowed her eyes as she spoke softly, gesturing for Lila to walk first. A scowl replaced the girl's fake smile and she walked forward. The young Culpa looked back and saw Adrien stare at her in worry, standing next to Chloe and Marinette, who wore the same expressions.

Make amends, Adrien. I'll be back in one piece. She stared at them for a bit more, offering a small smile before walking off with Lila.

They entered a quiet room, Ruby fumbling with her phone before putting in her front pocket, just as Lila turned around. "I don't know what kind if game you're playing, but let me make this clear, Adrien is mine. And I'll ruin you just like I did to that baker girl." Lila sneered, her glare practically murderous. But Ruby wasn't effected.

In fact, Ruby smirked, walking forward confidently to the girl and watching as she lost her edge began stepping back. Her back hit the wall and she started to panic as Ruby placed a hand on the wall next to her head. "Oh sweetheart, I'm not playing any games. I said it before when I said Adrien is like a brother to me. If only you stopped your lies, maybe you would have a chance. And if you played for the other team." Ruby said cheekily, leaning forward. She watched as Lila pale before blushing madly, pushing Ruby off of her.

Ruby just composes herself, her eyes turning cold as she stared at Lila. "You had you're chance to apologize. Keep the sheep for all I care. Before I leave, I'll make sure Marinette gets the attention she deserves. She's not someone you can manipulate to suicide, unlike those in your last school." She paused, seeing the color drain from Lila soon hearing that.

"And Adrien is not a prize for you to win. You claim to have all these connections to famous people. But none of them check out. Especially since you claim to be friends with those who were dead long before you were born."

"So what if I lied?! They'll believe anything I say! Its not my fault that girl killed herself for having other bully her! They just wanted to hear interesting tales--"

"And yet, it was you who whispered the lies in their ears. Just like you're doing now. With connections such as yours, you would be smart to think about what you say. Before this, I was told that Marinette was almost gone and that you've caused at least 4 akumas to go after her. Not to mention that you willingly have been Akumatized."

"How do you know all this?!" Lila shrieked, her face red and she balled her hands into fists. Ruby gave an unimpressed stare, crossing her arms.

"A real reporter checks the facts. There were cameras around Paris, and unlike the ladyblog, my blog is backed up by a big company. Alya is lucky I'm not blacklisting her blog for false information. Not yet anyways." She turned, ready to walk out, when she stopped, glancing back at the fuming girl.

"And claiming to be friends with Ladybug of all people, when you knowingly want her dead, is putting a big target on your head. Plan all you want to call me out, I'll be waiting for the extremes you to achieve that." With that, she left the room. Lila fummed on the spot, wondering how a brat like Ruby knew so much.

I'll make sure everything you say is a lie, Ruby.

Ruby took out her phone from her pocket, smiling at the recording before saving it and making a copy of it. She walked back to her spot, hearing pairs of steps walking towards her. Looking up, she saw Alya with some of the girls around her, as well as Marinette walk towards her.

They stopped and stared at each other upon reaching Ruby. Both looked uncertain, Alya more hateful than Marinette's. Ruby, getting agitated, stands up stepping between the two before words can be said.

"Look I don't know what kind of drama you both have, but its petty. Whatever Lila has told you about Marinette can't possibly be true, but would you know, Alya? Seeing as you never asked Marinette." She stood in front of Marinette propectively, staring down at Alya.

"The rivalry between me and Lila over a boy is ridiculous and I would never stoop thst low just to keep someone I know away from soemone else. Now if you'll excuse me, I have something to write." Alya and the girls stared in shock as Ruby walked away, Marinette scurring after her.

"What-- forget it. Let's find Lila." Alya said after recovering, the others nodded and following the checkered shirt girl.

°·°·°·°·°·°·°

During lunch, Ruby went to find Marinette, when she saw she was with two boys. One with black hair and a red jacket while the other had red tomato hair and a dark grey cardigan. They were talking, Ruby couldn't hear however due to being far, but found out Marinette was crying. The girl was about to go iver there, when Marinette lunged herself at the two boys, hugging him tightly.

She smiled at the scene and turned away, knowing she can find Marinette later. Instead, she walked out to the courtyard, when a scream echoed out. Ruby ran and saw the Alya and others run away, as an akuma jumped down from a ledge, looking around.

"Lila it's okay!!" Alya yelled, dodging a projectile that was aimed for her. The reporter managed to active the akuma alert, causing everyone in the school and in the area to be alert of what was happening.

"You!" Ruby turned and saw Lila stare at her menacingly.

"Oh my, this proves my words even more. You're after me right? Let's see if you can catch me Rossi." Ruby smirked, dashing out to the front doors, an enraged Lila behind her.

"Lila no! Whatever Ruby said wasn't true!" Alya had yelled trying to follow. But something began to block the front doors. "Lila!"

The girl looked like a spider, her skin deathly pale, eyes red and enraged staring as Ruby ran. Surprisingly, she was fast, but since Lila was an akuma she could catch up. People had already left the scene when the alert sounded, everyone in the streets going to designated shelters until the akuma was dealt with.

Ruby didn't know how long she had been running, but when she reached the Louvre and saw no one, she relaxed. The air drastically changed and she turned, watching as Lila stalked over to her.

"Just because you know about my lies, doesn't mean anything. I can ruin you like that girl and make you look like a fool! But Hawkmoth wants to know if you actually know who he is." Lila smirked, shooting out a thread from her hair and throwing at Ruby. The girl dogded at the last second, though she knew that she can't dodge forever.

"So you're a truth seeker? Or stealer to make them you're own?" Ruby remarks, dodging multiple threads.

"Shut up!!" Lila screeched, throwing double the threads than before. Ruby's wyes widen, knowing she can't dodge that many, when a figure jumps in front and blocks all of the threads. Ruby hears Lila snarl lowly as she stared at Chat Noir.

"Looks like the cat has come to play."

Chat Noir doesn't reply, only giving a deadly glare to Lila as he stood protectively in front of Ruby. The sound of a yo-yo echoed and Lila was wrapped from the waist up and yanked back to the wall, crumbling on top of her. Ladybug lands next to Chat Noir, both of them watching as Lila picks herself up from the rubble.

"You okay, Ruby?"

"I'm fine, Ladybug." Ruby panted, stepping back as Lila let out a scream.

"Ladybug. Why don't you come here for a bit. So I can get a good look at your earrings." Lila growled, before lunging at the three. Chat Noir quickly grabs Ruby and they all dodge out of the way.

They land on a roof that was fair distance away from Lila, Chat Noir setting down Ruby gently. Ladybug noted that her partner was quiet, which was unusual for someone like him.

"Theres a chance the akuma could be in her earring, hair tie, or bracelet. She wasn't carrying any purse when I talked to her." Ruby states, looking at Lila with a calculating look. "She's after me. I can be a distraction while you guys--"

"What? No!" "Out of the question." Both heroes reply at once, startling the young culpa.

"We have-- duck." Ruby suddenly said, pushing both heroes quickly as a thread shot towards them. The thread hit her and felt heat in her throat and felt her body being pulled. Vaguely she heard the heroes scream her and suddenly she felt herself being held tight.

She heard Lila laugh and move away from the heroes. "Now, lets find out what your hiding, shall we?"

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[koyurim]

hospital playlist 11

oh god, things are coming to a head here as we near the end. our cast is making big (relatively for the show) moves that shift the dynamics from something comfortable to something unknown. we have only one more episode left, how will i pass the time when this season is done airing?!

we find out that not one but TWO of our 99 crew are planning their departure! i’m distraught for what this means for the band and for their friendship (i love that jun-wan, the one most opposed to the band in the beginning, is like what about OUR BAND?). i’m sure that they’ll still all be tight since it’s been a while since they’ve all been together (given seok-hyeon returning from being abroad, them not working at the same hospital till now, etc), bUT it’s really different from having that comfort and ability to be close enough to drop by someone’s office to hang out. i think that at least one of our two will definitely be leaving (it feels like it would be too convenient for them to both figure things out in seoul by the end), but maybe season 2 will be song-hwa’s return from when she’s finished her year and her neck’s all better... HERE’S TO HOPING....

seok-hyeon’s going through a lot of mixed feelings with his father’s death. how must if feel when someone who hurt you a lot passes? plot wise, it feels really convenient that he passed before the divorce was processed since i am hoping that seok-hyeon will get some of the inheritance, but i could also see dad leaving a mess behind for seok-hyeon, mom, and the mistress to solve. we’ll find out next episode, but i love how much the rest care for him, they won’t even let him say nice things about the mistress’s baby. this is also the first episode we see 99 crew properly drunk, they’re always so responsible with drinking given that they might be called in at any moment, but i feel like jun-wan and jeong-wan really drank in solidarity with seok-hyeon’s grief/happiness/messy feelings. also, best resident min-ha made me LAUGH with less than a minute of screen time! she’s so cute and nervous! i wonder if they’ve interacted much since she confessed. 

jeong-wan’s plot is frustrating me at this point. i feel like we’ve been stuck for a while with the same dilemma, but no movement or growth. since his feelings with gyeol-ul and internal conflict are also not revealed to the viewers, it’s harder to figure out which way you want things to go for him. it’s nice that he’s finally starting to be kinder to gyeol-ul though, she deserves recognition for all her hard work and growth. congrats to her on her first surgery! i dont really care if him and gyeol-ul get together, i just want him to stick around for our crew and rosa! as a side note, i had no idea pediatric surgeons were so rare, jeong-wan, this definitely seems like the higher calling. 

jun-wan’s dealing with a whole bunch himself! he’s growing as a doctor, taking jae-hak’s advice in how to disseminate information to his patients’ family. (lol @ jae-hak slowly nudging him along and giving him cues as to when to say what) his investment in his patients really shows how these cases impact doctors, especially when he was like ‘i cant have a fever now!’ jun-wan! you’re human too! 

on the personal side of things, i’m delighted by how mature his relationship with ik-sun is. their conversations feel real and natural and they actually TELL each other things! in most drama relationships, i feel like we constantly hear ‘i’ll tell you later’ or ‘never mind’ and the dialogue is always something that moves the plot. they’ve decided to do long-distance and even though i agree with jun-wan that three years is short, i know that it’ll also be really hard. it also sounds like ik-sun only wants the happy parts in a relationship and is afraid of change due to her horrible ex. i was surprised to hear how her aversion to marriage is due to seeing ik-jun and u-ju (speaking of, we got to see u-ju/ik-sun!!!). i wonder what about ik-jun changing scared her, is she afraid of a life that’s dedicated only to her (potential) kids? anyway, jun-wan, there are some things you’re holding back from saying though! say it!!! you’re willing to make compromises for ik-sun and i hope she will be for you too. but ik-jun crawling all over jun-wan making the most ridiculous face had me giggling. he Definitely knows about their relationship. 

on to our chi-hong/ik-jun/song-hwa love triangle...

THE FUCKING ELEVATOR SCENE. 

AND THEN THE DRINKING GAME SCENE.

oh my god, where do i begin!!!!!!!! chi-hong, my boy. he really notices everything. the attention to detail and things unspoken does Not escape him. the tension in the elevator was palpable, especially because he noticed that ik-jun stepped into her personal space and gave her a parting touch on the shoulder as he left. when he asked for his birthday present from song-hwa and touched her shoulder, he was imitating what ik-jun did previously. he really wants to have the intimacy and closeness that ik-jun has with song-hwa. and because he wants that position, he notices ik-jun’s feelings. i do enjoy seeing how chi-hong really respects song-hwa and tries to model his behavior from her as a doctor, anticipating and learning where patients are headed as they step into the elevator. 

ik-jun... when you taught the residents and interns how to properly play the drinking game, you were giving them weapons for your own undoing... ik-jun keeps his cards so close to his chest that i nearly DIED from how his hand was forced to reveal his feelings. ik-jun is so nosy himself but he tried so hard to avoid verbalizing his feelings for song-hwa and it wasn’t until chi-hong returned to the question that he said it. cho jung-seok is a phenomenal actor, he dances around so many questions but his face reveals it all. i wonder if he will ever say the words directly to song-hwa. the song was also another roundabout way to describe his love for song-hwa and im slightly worried about how sad some of those lyrics are...

i would give ANYTHING to get song-hwa’s perspective. since i’ve been watching reply 1997, ive realized the thing with ambiguous love triangles is that we don’t really get our female lead’s pov. the lack of POV shrouds our female leads in this air of mystery and creates distance between me and them. while i’ve grown to love ik-jun because we get to see the many layers in him, we don’t necessarily get that with song-hwa since her most inner thoughts are hidden. this is seriously SO frustrating, especially since we don’t have character narration for the show, and i’m like PLEASE GIVE ME SOMETHING ABOUT WHERE SONG-HWA STANDS. at this point, i don’t necessarily know that song-hwa will choose chi-hong over ik-jun, but it’s been 20 years since she first liked ik-jun. i think it’d be completely healthy for her to have moved on, especially given his marriage, and be content with them as friends. ik-jun’s reveal during the drinking game definitely shook up the world around her and i’m wondering how she’s processing this information. i also wonder if asking to be transferred is a way to distance herself from chi-hong or ik-jun...

however this shakes down, i’m going to be really sad to say bye (only temporarily though!) to this show next week. also this week gets honorable mention to the best eating scene--song-hwa and jun-wan stuffing their faces and feeding each other pork belly

ps. somi’s video of nurse mom was lovely, but was it not like a huge violation of privacy? lol

[shibalen]

💥hewwo can I pwease get a romantic male matchup for bnha (darkbox bc I live for angst) (music box) when you have the time uwu

Levi he/him gay entp supposedly (also if it's not too much to ask please no characters under the age of 18 please)

I've been described as having a strong and loud personality, I'm extroverted and outspoken. I'm pretty eccentric too.

I value friendship, kindness and standing up for others.

Goal wise I'm pretty aimless. I dont have any goals, if I die well I guess that's it babey. In the meantime I'm just here to help animals and people who need it.

Positive traits: I always stick up for people in need, I'm good at reading people, I'm good with animals, I love to make people smile and laugh, cheerful, good at talking my way out of bad situations, uhm. Friendly!

Negative traits would be: hot headed, loud, stubborn, arrogant, comes across as intimidating:( good at getting into bad situations, gets into fights very often. Can be spiteful, I've been described as a pyromaniac so theres that. Can be sadistic

What pisses me off: my father. I can and will cause trouble for that man for as long as I live. And people who pick on the weak.

My hobbies and interests areeee: true crime babey! Crying over video games, baking, the occult, taking naps, dream interpretations and tarot readings

Likes: animals, cats specifically, stars, fire, sunsets, supposedly haunted places, storms, being dramatic for the hell of it, tormenting people in a good hearted way

Dislikes: uhhhh hot weather I guess.

Quirks: uh I have 5 cats! Ones my fathers but he never takes care of his cat so i pretty much count him as my own (plus he likes me more than my dad and it pisses my dad off hehe) I have weirdly accurate intuition, it makes reading people easy, knowing what they want to hear and what they dont.

Uhhh dates and relationship wise I'm honestly happy doing whatever my s/o wants to do. All I want is to see their face light up.

My love language is physical touch, I dont like touching people but if it's someone I feel strongly about youd have to pry me away from them.

I once got kicked out of a library for starting a fight in it, trashy I know but I wasnt going to stand there and do nothing while my friends were being bullied and pressured into getting involved with a really dodgy man. I scared the bullies off for good at least B) they never bothered my friend again babey

Oh I'm also known around the area I live in as someone who's good at finding homes of lost pets. Often times I come across a lost animal and befriend it in no time and use my connections to find its family.

Sorry if this was rly long and thank you for your time!! I hope you have a fantastic day uwu if anything's too difficult to come up with ideas for I'm more than happy for you to change anything to make it easier for you too!

♡︎ matchup for anon

heya! here i am with another late matchup but i hope you still see this. i'm sorry about the delay (╯_╰)

bnha: i match you with . . .

natsuo todoroki !!

• this was one of those "heureka!" moments for me. you both hate your dads and hot weather? it's a match made in heaven! okay jk, these are just nice add-ons.

• what really made me consider Natsuo were your values and personality. kindness and friendships are important to both of you. Natsuo's a medical student so i am convinced helping others is high on his priority list too. he loves your driven and passionate nature because he doesn't go sugarcoating bs either.

• you're definitely the more energetic one while Natsuo only gets hot-headed about the things that are the most important to him. i think it's a good compromise, you can help each other out :)

• he was a little taken aback and cautious of your explosiveness at first but warmed up to it quickly after learning what a kind person you really were. now he thinks your dramatic attitude is funny during your sillier moments ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

• speaking of, you lads met at an animal shelter. there had been a dog that was astray in the neighbourhood of his home, so Natsuo, being a responsible boyo, took it to the local shelter.

• then there you were, standing by the help desk with five kittens wrapped in your jacket in your arms. apparently someone had been trying to drown them so you'd taken care of the situation accordingly.

• Natsuo understood jumping into a lake to rescue the poor animals because he would have done the same, but you could have had just called the police?? it was extremely ridiculous but admirable at the same time to beat all those guys up.

• your chat turned into a pleasant conversation afterwards as you were waiting for the animals to finish their check-ups. Natsuo was a bit shy but you didn't mind and kept the chat going which he appreciated.

• later he volunteered to help you look for good homes for the animals you'd both found. during this project the two of you got to know each other quite well and ended up hanging out together afterwards!

• and from that point on, everything fell into place naturally. the growing spark between you was undeniable and you both knew it. Natsuo definitely liked you longer, he was just a lil dense about it . . .

• you're nothing short of a hero in his eyes but dear lord he worries for you. when he's attending lectures he sometimes can't help but wonder if you're all right and not getting involved in anything violent.

• attends to your possible injuries while nagging you not to be so quick to start a fight next time. in return, you playfully bully him for being such a mom.

• you join forces with Fuyumi to pick on him about your relationship. even though you're already together, soft Natsuo still blushes when his affection for you is brought up, it's entertaining for both you and Fuyumi.

• idk if you've heard but Natsuo's 181cm tall!! hugging someone has never been easier even if you happen to be taller than him. the only thing is his skin's naturally kind of chilly so he's lowkey worried if you dislike it but you always assure him he's perfect!

• one time he was stressed over exams so you baked him some blueberry muffins. he gave you the biggest hug and kiss because it's exactly all these little things you do that set his heart racing for you ♡︎

• "last night i saw a dream about being a frog and eating giant flies, it was gross."

• "oh, that just means your love life is about to become fun."

• "i'm not sure how those two are related."

• "just trust me. i'm a pro at this."

• he also likes giving you headpats as much as he likes receiving them! his hands are quite big so he often runs his fingers through your hair when you're cuddling or hugging. it's especially relaxing after a long period of studying. also him carring you on his broad back ԅ(￣ε￣ԅ)

• you enjoy the little things in life and complain about your fathers together. you've agreed to wait a while before even mentioning your relationship to them because, honestly, Natsuo doesn't want any more horrible influences in your life.

• you get him sucked into the world of video games. it's always fun to watch him struggle but he never gets salty about losing maybe a lil he adores your smile as you laugh at him for being so bad at them.

• your dates include: helping out at animal shelters and retirement homes, video game and movie nights (especially about true crime), arcades and astronomy tower explorstions. i feel like Natsuo's more into traditional, romantic and chill dates and that's your usual thing. though i see sometimes you going to get coffee and ending up solving a 50-year-old murder case instead (✧ω✧)

❦︎ ink box

— despite Natsuo's best efforts to distance himself from Endeavor, it wasn't quite as easy and everyone was very much aware of the Todoroki family. and now the son of the number 1 hero had a lover.

— it wasn't actually that troublesome at first. some newpaper paparazzi occasionally annoyed you but you didn't care for them. most of the time Natsuo and you had your peace during dates aside from a few casual fans.

— but of course there are all sorts of people out there, some out for revenge, some for money, and being desperate means using even the lowest of methods to get what you want.

— so one time it happened, and it was all that took. several bitter villains thought they'd get their revenge through you, silly as it may sound. they made a big show of kidnapping you and demanding Endeavor to 'make up' for his wrongdoing. but all got resolved thanks to heroes, the only casualty being Natsuo's heart from almost exploding from worry and his deepening hatred for his father.

— later on, it wasn't that Natsuo was worried about you not being able to handle yourself, he feared what might happen if more of powerful villains came after you.

— so, after some debate, you agreed not to meet up for a short while to let the fuse of the incident settle down. it would be safer once the media forgot about it. you still texted and chatter over phone though!

— but then a week turned into two weeks, then into a month. you were wondering what was taking Natsuo to say the coast was clear and did a straight-up inquiry through a video chat.

— you could see he was restless the entire time. he said you should wait longer just to be sure everything was calm before meeting up. you became irritated because he was obviously lying and not being his normal, brutally honest self.

— why was he giving you this crap straight to your face?

— truthfully, Natsuo hadn't been sleeping all right recently. ever since that day he had reoccurring nightmares about something awful happening to you. they were just dreams, he knew. yet considering his ruffled up past and the frequency of those horrible visions, it would have been lie to say he was unaffected.

— paranoia just wouldn't leave him alone, and no matter how much he wanted to hold you in his arms again and hated making up stupid excuses, the voice at the back of his mind whispered this was for the best.

— after a month and a half had passed you've had just about enough, however. whatever reason he was keeping you in the dark for did no longer stop you from crashing into his house and demanding the truth.

— Natsuo knew you and expected this to eventually happen. after you made such a powerful entrance though he also knew there was no getting around it this time. really, it was comforting knowing you cared so deeply.

— he told you exactly what had been happening and you resisted the urge to punch him in the arm for having such a mindset. but the look in his beautiful grey eyes was so heartbreaking you threw yourself to embrace him instead. your touch was everything Natsuo had craved for for all this time.

— you skillfully assured him for the next couple of hours while keeping the talk light-hearted (he had obviously been overthinking way too much already). soon enough the issue was resolved and you had a sleepover right there to make uo for the lost time (Shoto and Fuyumi kept eavesdropping on you because y'all were being way too loud in a cute way).

— "i love you, Natsu, but if you ever keep something like this a secret from me again, i can't guarantee the safety of your arm or your front door."

♫︎ music box

— If I Had An Airplane by SayWeCanFly

— This December by Rick Montgomery

— Round & Laundry from Carole and Tuesday

— Haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench

— Bowie On The Radio by Ryan McMullan

♡︎ runner up: Dabi / Touya Todoroki

thank you for requesting, hopefully you enjoyed this! i'm really pleased about matching you with Natsuo, it's just so perfect. have a lovely day and remember to take care of yourself ♡︎