#e: pinky swear

[deus-ex-mona]

so. i. i guess the subtitle of ‘~the neverending magic of kiss~’ was accurate after all

[smoogcooch]

oh boy this town openings gonna be great! I hope nobodys van crashes into it!

the nefarious Storm E:

[okkotsuus]

"YOU'RE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THE DAY I LOST YOU" (katsuki b.) !

features: katsuki bakugo

contents: fantasy au. angst. hurt/comfort/more hurt. mutual pining. barabrian!katsuki. fem!reader. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again. kidnapping. grief. crying. implied panic attack. major character death. no beta we die like men. 3.9k

notes: i've been yearning desperately to make bakugo say stoick's famous line from httyd2 (my second favorite movie)... if there's interest i'm considering continuing this into the canon verse with it being these two 'reincarnated'.

tagging: @saexy (for enabling and encouraging me in killing off characters) & @meristryker (for enabling me in the gc like a real one)

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die. watching the loving smiles of his parents, the gentle caress of his father's hand to soothe his mother's unbridled anger: it made his stomach churn.

yet, at the tender age of seven, while on a trip to a nearby village to discuss the war shifting on the horizon, he finds himself absolutely smitten by their chieftain's daughter. wide e/c eyes peeking out from behind her mother's leg, hands clutching onto the hem of the long skirt.

katsuki finds himself enamoured in that instance, seeing sweet you, looking at the boy with such curious eyes. he stomps over to you: temper even fiery in his youth. his hand grabs onto yours as he hauls you out from behind the safety of your mother.

under the dim candlelight of the meeting room, flickering flames cast dancing rays across your skin. his chubby little face is scrunched into a scowl, tugging you out of the room and into the courtyard with a tenderness that betrayed his expression.

"i'm katsuki and you better not forget it!" his pitchy voice calls, still dragging you behind him. he looks over his shoulder, soft red eyes narrowed in what was an attempt to be intimidating.

but when he sees the relaxing of your eyelids, falling slightly in contentment, with a warm smile that rivals any feeling of victory: the mask of indifference slips in a blink of an eye. red dusts over the slops of his face, baby-fat painted the same carnelian as his eyes. his small hand grips tighter onto yours, as if he never would let you go.

your chubby little face stretches as your smile widens into a toothy grin, eyes crinkling at the corners. "got it, katsuki, i'm y/n!" he swears your voice is just like the lullaby his mother would hum while rocking him to sleep, bringing a rush of warmth through his chest.

that day, katsuki bakugou falls terribly in love with y/n l/n.

the two of you are deemed inseparable, hands always connecting like opposing poles of a magnet. pinkies intertwined stronger than any woven cloth. it's as pure and innocent as it can be.

if one were to see y/n, then it was irrevocably certain that katsuki was a few steps away. it sends rumors spiralling through the lands that there will be a union between the bakugo barbaricum and l/n dynasty. you're only eight when there's an attempt made for your hand.

the thought of two families as powerful as you and katsuki's joining was a fearful thing to many. it spelled doom for many weaker civilizations, those who had dug their own graves with their actions.

your family, blessed be you to have been born to loving parents in a world such as this, easily rejects the many proposals. the l/n dynasty is in a state of power where they are not forced to fend for their village: allowing you this freedom.

running through the streets of his stronghold, chasing each other for the sake of some game that was the farthest thing from either of your minds. katsuki feels whole when you are at his side. the world doesn't seem so ugly, he doesn't feel so angry, everything sings the hymns of the heavens.

he can't pull his ruby eyes off of your form by the age of fifteen. the katsuki you had known, baby-faced with a slight stutter, has began to fill out into a man. his shoulders broaden and begin to carry thick cords of muscle. the chubbiness of his cheeks begins to give rise to sharper angles. his whiny voice is pushed aside by a more gravelly tone. he shoots up like a sprout, hunching over slightly in faces that used to fit him so easily.

but he isn't the only one who is growing into his frame. your shoulders soften at the corners, collarbones visible with every slight movement. your baby fat begins to settle and collect on your hips, rounding them. those toothy grins of yours become framed by pretty lips, always looking soft as a pillow. clothes that used to drape over your like a sheet now feel tighter in certain places, stretching over curves that popped up overnight.

the two of you don't know what to do with yourselves, stolen looks when the other isn't looking. you still hook pinkies, but the touch sends flares of heat running up the back of your neck. it's like you were just meeting each other for the first time all over again.

katsuki feels like a damn sap with the way his heart thunders under his skin: threatening to burst out. he's too taken to notice the heat that was rising to your face whenever he was around, the way your hands nervously would grip onto the swaying fabric of your skirt. too blind to see that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you.

hurried words, lingering touches, sneaking glances, the two of you had every hint of love right in front of your faces. yet, there's a hesitance that lingers in the back of young minds: afraid that falling in love would end up with no one catching them.

unsurprisingly, katsuki is the one who jumps first. it's a quiet night, the moon is high in the sky. his breath puffs out in front of him like smoke, winter beginning to show herself once more.

you looked too beautiful under the soft azure glow that the celestial sky casts upon you, he simply couldn't bear another moment without you known how much his very soul ached for you.

on the eve of his sixteenth birthday he whispers the words like a prayer, voice softened and gentle for once in his life. "y/n... you plague my every waking thought, i cannot let my heart beat any longer without it being yours."

e/c eyes widen as your head snaps to him, lips parting in shock. katsuki beats you to it, rough palms (once baby-soft) cupping your cheek with a tenderness he was unaware he possessed.

the stars illuminate the sunkissed slopes of his cheekbones, showing the fine lashes that fan out over his eyes. katsuki was ethereal, in every sense of the word, it catches your breath in a hitch. your mind stumbles through everything you could say right now, desperately trying to find the perfect response.

but when the pads of his thumbs drag over the apples of your cheeks, leaving a buzz in the wake of his touch, all rational thought leaves as you allow words to flow like a stream. "i have loved you longer than i have known you, katsuki." your voice is hushed, only filling the small space between the two of you: like a secret that only he and you would ever know.

it sends a trill up your spine when his eyes visibly soften, his face had been growing more and more sharp by the day but only when he was with you did the curve of his cheeks soften. he turns back into a boy around you, as you turn back into a girl when held so gently between his hands.

katsuki surges forwards, nose clumsily knocking against yours, teeth colliding with your own. he's inexperienced, never having kissed a girl, much less even though of kissing anyone but you. you both are a mess, giggling softly through messy pecks smearing over each other's faces. it feels like you're both those giddy kids once more, chasing the other through the cobbled streets of your village. he makes your heart sing.

it was even harder to be apart from him now, hands fully clasped together as you walk through the streets of either of your hometowns. yet, no one is surprised. neither of your parents nor his even bat an eye when you announce the courtship at a family dinner.

love is as natural as breathing for you and katsuki. inherently you have always known exactly what the other needs. he knows just how much you like the wildflowers that grow en-route between your homes. you know just how much he likes when you rise on your tiptoes and press a kiss against the corner of his lips.

it's young and dumb, a rush of big emotions and smiles that stretch your cheeks so far they ache. once you both are eighteen, katsuki turns the courtship into a betrothal. an elegant gold ring, with a garnet slotted right in the center, it sits pretty on your ring finger. his band is thicker, small e/c gemstones scattered along the surface. when in battle he loops it through a chain around his neck: pressing a kiss to the ring before charging forwards.

the world has known y/n l/n and katsuki bakugo have been in love for nearly twelve years, official for three, and betrothed for one. the bakugo barbaricum and the l/n dynasty have began making their plans to unify upon the wedding. it sparks a wave of unease in the badlands.

all it takes is an emissary sent from the dark forest for your world to crumble into shambles. a demon who seems to be the land's scourge reincarnated, hand that turn all to ash, pillages your beloved village. he comes in tow with a mimic and a fire mage. destruction rains as you are brought to the center as their singular demand is you.

your eyes lock with the demon's red eyes, a color that had made you feel so safe until now. the hair on the nape of your neck stands pin-straight as his hand extended towards you: palm up.

a flurry of emotions rush through you like a burst dam, memories of katsuki at the forefront. you want to be selfish, to damn him and his band of criminals to hell, to fight back despite the gravity of the situation. but he is bringing terror upon the people you swore to protect with your life.

so, you step forwards, soft hand sliding into his own. never had a rough palm felt like daggers against your skin, never had you so violently despised the way carmine shines in the light of blue flames.

to save your people, your family, the home you have known your entire life: you go. swept away in black mist. the last thing you see of that place is the bakugo horde rushing towards the gates, your eyes lock with katsuki's before the void claims you.

katsuki lets out a guttural scream as her charges head first into the miasma, falling onto the ground as the last wisp flows just through his fingers. his fist slams against the ground, hands gasping at the dirt you had just been on. he allows himself to cry in front of someone other than you, a wail echoing through the ruins of your village.

that day, you disappear off the face of the realm. no matter how many search parties are sent into the dark forests in the badlands, they all return empty-handed (if they return at all). katsuki keep his ring around his neck, so it beats against his bare chest with every movement: like a reminder of how it felt when his heart actually beat .

scars wind around his arms, around his biceps, over his forearms, across his shoulders. his face is hardened, permanent frown on the lips you used to kiss so tenderly. he's angrier than ever, fuse short as his attention span.

he is a shell of the man he had been, going through the motions of survival but never truly being alive.

this persists for a grueling two years. for seven-hundred and thirty days. for seventeen-thousand five-hundred twenty hours. he is separated from the only person that has ever felt like home, the woman he has loved longer than he knew how to read.

he masks it behind his ego, boisterous laugh to hide the ringing in is ears that hadn't been able to stop. he's more violent the field, less forgiving when in training with kirishima. the explosions that thunder from his palms produce a blackened smoke that lingers and settles in his lungs like a fog.

yearning hits him late at night when he lays alone in bed, a bed that you had once shared with him. silent tears pour, running down the sides of katsuki's face as he stares blankly up at the ceiling. his breath feels short as his chest heaves to get air in. the man's mind is clouded with the look on your face as those bastards took you. he can still remember every single little twitch of your expression when you finally saw him. he remembers the way your breath hitched. he remembers the tears that began to pool at the corners of your eyes.

but, most of all, he remembers not seeing you: for what feels like the first time in his life.

katsuki cannot recall when he finally fell asleep, or if he ever even truly did. his dreams are plagued with you anyways, so the line between memory and dream is thin as a tightrope.

he has a dream that he makes it in time to save you and wakes up alone. that one sticks with him for months, hanging over him like a shadow. if he was only a minute sooner, a stride faster, reacted quicker. maybe you would be in his arms right now instead of gods know where.

relief comes in a rumor that circles in a tavern that a woman with h/c hair and e/c eyes was spotted wondering through the dark forest. katsuki doesn't hesitate, he makes no effort to send out a scout party. he rides at dawn, horse hooves beating against the grass in a frenzied gallop as he makes his way into the badlands.

none of the rouges or thieves hope to stand a chance with him, the smart ones don't even try. he vanquishes the less fortunate with a single swing of his cutlass. the man doesn't stop to rest, only to water his horse and allow it to graze while he catches a brief nap.

his horse comes to a stop right outside the dark forests, whinnying in rejection to enter. katsuki doesn't blame the poor thing, this was the kind of place people went with no intention to come back from. he dismounts, not tying his horse off: it would return with a whistle.

the forest is eerie, yawning opening that is reminiscent of a gaping mouth. but he didn't fear. because at this point, he'd rather not come back if it meant he wasn't coming back with you.

footfalls crunching against leaves and sticks echo through the dim lit treeline. the canopy is so thick that it completely obscures the bright sunlight katsuki has just been under: the perfect place for criminals to hide. the trees creak and groan, as if the land itself was breathing and living.

only when he hears the snap of a twig does he stop, his head snaps around, a flash of h/c darting just out of the corner of his visions. the man's heart stops as he stumbles to pursue, not minding the whipping of low handing branches against his face. not when he could see you darting through the underbrush.

he finally sees you in the full when you run into a path dead-ended by brambles. it's really you. y/n, his y/n.

but you look over your shoulder with such a forlorn look it makes his heart ache in his chest. you don't believe that it's really him. "toga, this isn't funny, it's cruel to keep making me see him." your voice is rougher than he remembered, as if your throat had been worn. it makes his fists clench at his sides.

the mimic had been wearing his face, just to torment you?

just the thought of it sends a rage burning deep in his chest. he has no way of knowing what you have been through. katsuki couldn't protect you: like he always feared he would fail to do.

his steps toward you are hesitant, ruby red eyes softening the second he sees your face. his heart is pounding out of his ribs, it makes him wonder if you can hear it.

a rough hand reaches up to roughly tug the chain that held his engagement band around his neck, the links snapping and clattering to the ground. he doesn't even look at it. with a gentleness, he holds out the ring to you.

your eyes dart back between the metal and him, hands tentatively reaching for it. the thundering race of your heartbeat is all you can hear. your hands, once soft, now rough as his bush against his own as you roll the ring between your fingers.

katsuki's heart breaks when he feels the callouses on your fingertips. he lowers slowly to his knees in front of you, tears fighting their way to prick at the corners of his eyes. he looks up at you like you are the light in the world, a goddess before him. in a way, you are, because he had prayed to every deity to hold you again, even if it was only once more.

"you're as beautiful as the day i lost you." his words come out in a rasp. thick emotion coursing through his chest; nearly choking him.

he watched your eyes widen, tears pooling as you too crash onto the ground. your arms wrap tight around his neck, face pressed side-by-side with his own. strong arms encircle your waist in an instant, pressing you closer with an urgency.

"katsuki... oh gods, katsuki..." you don't even know what to say, just repeating his name like a desperate prayer. your cheeks are wet and your chest aches but you don't care, because he's finally here.

lips clash desperately, just as messy as the kiss the two of you first shared five years ago. it's a mess of teeth and tongue as your fingers tangle into ash-blonde hair, his hands finding the back of your head and your hip. he sucks the breath out of you, as if wanting to absorb you into his being.

and you'd let him if he asked.

carmine eyes search for e/c, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls back to study your face. it's like you never left. your eyes are tired, there's some grime on your cheeks, a soft scar above your eyebrow that you've had since you were thirteen.

the softest smile spreads on his face, forehead pressing against yours as his lashes flutter shut. katsuki lets out a deep sigh, one he had been holding for nearly two years now.

warmth blooms in your chest as everything finally settles back into place like puzzle pieces. your hearts beat in sync, you draw breath when he exhales, everything is right in the world once more.

but your heart skips a beat as your eyes open to see that cursed white hair with horns peeking out from below it. tomura shigaraki. a wicked smirk on his lips as he's leaned back against a tree, simply watching.

your hands grip tighter onto the back of the shawl draping over katsuki's shoulders, breathing turning shaky and ragged.

no. no. no. they couldn't take this from you. not again. not after how hard you fought to escape the league just at the fleeting chance of being able to see the man you love. this had to be some cruel joke, right? a trick of the light, maybe...

even you aren't naive enough to believe that, your eyes close as you lean against katsuki, head burying into the crook of his neck. your fiddle with his hands to slip the ring back onto it's rightful place on his third finger. a part of you had already resigned to being ripped away again.

after two years with the demon, you learned firsthand what shigaraki was capable of. and you were not going to allow katsuki to find it out as well.

your legs shook as you stood, a weak smile given at your lover's confused look. "i'll always love you, 'suki, you know that." his eyes widen as his head nods, brows furrowing.

"then let me keep you safe."

carnelian irises widen in realization as his head turns to look back, growl ripping from his chest at the sight of the scourge of the realm's protege. his hands immediately reach for the hilt of his sword, explosions popping in his palms.

but you're already beginning to approach. katsuki seizes you in one arm, hauling you away like the day you first met. he runs through the forest with you: knowing that shigaraki would not allow the both of you to leave.

he bounds over winding tree roots, holding you steady and tight against his chest. the impending sense of doom begins to crawl up the back of his neck, but he needs you to be safe.

with you in his arm, he stumbles out of the forest, shrill whistle leaving his lips as the sound of hooves grows closer. with ease he sets you up on the saddle, but he does not join. you realize immediately what is about to happen. "katsuki-"

"no. it's my turn to keep you safe, y/n. i've always loved you, and i always will. in every life i will find you, and in every life, i will protect you." his words bring tears to your eyes as you desperately stake your head, sobs bubbling past your lips.

shigaraki creeps out of the forest and he delivers a harsh smack to the horse's haunches, sending it galloping away. within a second later a hand is reaching through katsuki's chest, mocking laugh against his ear.

"how heroic. i'll make sure you die slow, barbarian."

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die.

that was until he lay on the edge of the forest floor, lifeblood leaking from the gaping hole in the center of the chest. but he wasn't anguished: because he died for you, the only person who he would ever love.

okkotsuus 24

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

₂ i swear, next time i see you i'll be funny

memphis, tennessee. the road sign just appeared out of schlatt's peripheral vision, though he wasn't paying much attention. his hands were gripped tight on the steering wheel as the radio blabbered on about how tomorrow, december fourteenth 2022, a lady named cheryl would be winning a lifetime supply of chuck-e cheese tickets.

"can you shut the fuck up?" schlatt barked, slamming his hand into the console. not a great idea, he knew that— but there wasn't much else he could do. he was going as fast as he could without going 100mph, but that wasn't fast enough.

schlatt was a man with vices. whiskey, mostly, and snacking before bed. but his biggest vice was you, anything you asked— everything was thrown out the window. it'd come to bite him in the ass more than once, but anything for you. and he meant it when he said it.

so when you called, frantic and sobbing, all he had to say was:

"i'll be right there."

even though he was in the middle of a chuckle sandwich shoot, he had to run. ted even let him borrow his toyota tocoma (an honor which he rarely bestowed on anyone), but he knew it was an emergency. and notably, a sixteen hour drive. he drove all throughout the night, not even taking a second to breathe or blink as he made his way to tennessee.

eventually, the old truck made its way past the border of tennessee and into memphis. after a few illegal right turns, he made his way to your apartment. it was small. and it didn't take a genius to see it was also in an awful neighborhood, hell— he could hear police sirens echoing in the background.

which was fucking weird, because you had just shown the chuckle crew a photo of your new high rise you were going to purchase. it had looked nice as hell, eliciting an "ooh" from charlie, ted and even himself. and he was a man rarely impressed.

the whole apartment shook when schlatt knocked on the door, frantic. his huge, strong hands helped him out for once— besides opening jars of peanut butter and jelly or opening locks that were jammed. "hey, open the door!" no response, but he could hear little sobs and whines inside. he took a step back, bracing himself before jamming his elbow into the door, busting it wide open.

you were curled up in a blanket, sniffling and crying as you stared off into space.

in seconds, you were in his arms. your tears soaked his shirt, but he had hundreds of the same one— it didn't matter to him. his voice was hesitant, trying to soothe you. "hey, hey, sugar. nono, don't cry— don't—"

hysterical, you choked on your sobs and hugged him tight. "i'm sorry you came all this way, i didn't mean to bother you, i just—"

"no, fuck, baby. you're not botherin' me. i wanted to come, so i did. ya didn't ruin nothin', alright? cross my heart. pinky swear, whatever or whoever ya want me to swear it on, i do."

heavy, shaky breaths again. "but the drive here takes forever, a—and weren't you filiming a chuckle episode? gosh, don't tell me you left that early, jay..." you took a sharp inhale, voice wobbling. "my heart's beating real, really fast." you stammer.

"'kay toots, you're gonna listen to me now, alright? deep breaths. you can do it, know you can."

your eyes met his, and it felt like someone ripped his heart in half. "you can't just throw everything away to take care of me. what if one day you can't come save me?" you ask, voice quiet as a mouse.

schlatt shook his head, not even giving him a second to think about it. "i always will be," he insists.

"but, i—i am afraid i'll spend entire years— trying..." you stammer, getting all choked up again. "...trying not to need you."

"you don't need to worry about that." he assured you, his voice low and baritone.

and schlatt held you the whole way through. the entire night, coaxing you to stop crying, to at least have some water and have a bite to eat. he brought you hot cocoa with marshmallows and sat next to you on the couch in silence, until you drifted off to sleep.

the austin chronicle on november nineteenth, 2025, had their horoscope section on the second page, tucked into the bottom right corner. today, your horoscope said that old memories would come to light. you laughed and threw out the newspaper before glancing in your doorway to see a random stranger standing there, boxers low on his hips.

resisting the urge to rub your temples, you politely made conversation with the man (a hookup you'd already forgotten the name of, add him to the list.)

the door slammed.

you sighed, groaning and rubbing your eyes. another fucking morning. idly, you made yourself eggs and glanced over at the television. some person was crying to the reporter about a car crash that had happened. unfortunate, you mused. those kinds of stories used to make you cry just as hard as the person it had actually happened to, but now, you seemed impartial to it. just another thing in the walk of life, you supposed.

scrolling through your instagram feed, you got a message from one of your friends about going out tonight. why not, right? it's not like you had better shit to do. (you didn't.)

and in what felt like a blink to you, there were loud, flashing lights that felt like they were pounding in your head. but you didn't want to be the party pooper loser of the night and go home, you needed this, so you downed a few shots with your friends until you eventually loosened up.

your friends burst into loud, shrill shrieks. "ohmygosh!" one of them tugged on your arm, pointing across the club to—

fuck.

schlatt was standing right there, tall and broad as ever, dressed in a black turtleneck with a brown jacket thrown over it. he looked distinguished, and eerily out of place. in the same city as you. and partying in an outfit that looked like it belonged to a stuffy college professor more than your old friend jay who you hadn't spoken to in... jeez, it must've been three years now since you'd ran off from memphis, moved thousands of miles away, went no contact, and started anew. schlatt called so often, frantically worrying about your absence, that you had to change your number.

he met your gaze, and he immediately moved. it made your face blanch as he weaved his way through the crowd easily, not caring if he'd pushed someone or interrupted a makeout session.

"you." he breathed heavily, eyes wide.

a man of few words. your friends, perplexed at the fact he knew you (they had just seen one of his youtube videos once),

"big man!" you put on a big, fake smile like you were thrilled to see him. well, it's not like you weren't. just taken aback, you supposed. "guess one of us had to look better than before, and we all know it's not me." your friends burst into giggles at your self-depricating joke, your smile faltering a little. "you grew a little. how's new york, huh?"

"uh... good." schlatt's eyes were wide, and he opened his mouth to say something, but bit his lip. "good."

[thecloudsaremyhome]

✧Pity party chapter 1✧

TW: mentions of neglect and suicidal tendencies

You never really knew your father even when living with your dear mother. You remember when you would sometimes ask about him looking up at her with innocent e/c eyes looking at her like she's your world and she is and so are you to her, her precious little butterfly. Little you then ask “Mama why can't we see Papa?”

your mother stands stiff as she stops scrubbing the dishes and turns around to look at you with a melancholic gaze on her expression.

“Well, honey papa is just a very busy man you know? But I promise you’ll get to see him soon, honey i pinky swear.”

Those were your few memories of your mother; she was an angel in your eyes. Why did they have to take her away?

Why….you remember the first time you arrived at Wayne Manor You gaze up at the imposing structure known as Wayne Manor as you're seated in one of the leather seats of the limo, Alfred driving diligently as he glances back at you now and then taking in your figure and your expressions.

He analyzed your scratched-up knees and torn shorts and pants as well as your dirty yet chubby-like face and eyes that shine with that childlike innocence yet hold many dark and imposing secrets a traumatized child at that.

Finally, the limo comes to a stop at the garage of the Wayne manor alfred diligently turns off the car and puts it to a stop he unbuckles his seat belt and steps out of the driver seat closing the door then heads behind the limo towards your door he opens it and helps you unbuckle then lifts you and puts you down on the concrete like path looking around in wondering at the large garden in front of the manor.”Like what you see master (name).”

I turn around to look at him having to crane my head up because of the height difference as I timidly nod blushing in embarrassment at being caught admiring the manor. Alfred chuckles amused at your shyness as he carefully takes your small delicate hand into his.

Alfred then starts to lead you towards the manor's entrance as you continue to marvel at its structure. Alfred finally reaches the main entrance of the manor and opens the door as he leads you slowly inside.

“Welcome to your new home master (name),” Alfred states as he looks at you with a soft look allowing you to admire the interior of the Wayne manor.

I widen my eyes as I look around the interior, the large staircase at the center of the room with polished steps that you can see your reflection clearly in.

A living room is twice as large as the small apartment that you lived in with your mother. With brand new designer furniture that surely costs a fortune.

I then look around confused expecting to at least see my papa waiting to greet me but he is nowhere to be found. Alfred picks up on your confusion as his brows crinkle in disappointment as he grimaces and says “master bruce is in a meeting right now i apologize master (name).” Alfred looks at you solemnly trying to gauge your reaction.

I look up at Alfred with a disappointed look as I say “o-oh that's alright…”

You remember the first time you saw dick, it wasn't in the manor no no. It was actually on television. He looked absolutely magnificent on your old rustic TV from his perfectly framed hair to his baby blue eyes to his perfectly framed suit and pearly white teeth smiling like thousands of stars could be hung up in the sky.

No wonder many people admired him. You did too, you adored him as a child always very excited to watch the television whenever the news showed images of the Wayne Gala or Wayne Enterprises you were always jumping in your seat excited to see the people you looked up to the moist even if you never knew them even if they never wanted to know you.

But you were sadly unaware of your mother's solemn glances towards you when you mentioned anything to do with the Wayne name.

Naive you, you were so naive so innocent no wonder the world broke you as it did no wonder it shattered your heart into a million pieces, so no one can never pick it u again to fix you no one will be able to not anymore. Not when the people you loved the most broke you like a pathetic doll.

Maybe you are a doll to be used and discarded away later, only there when you are valuable. But at least your, your mother's doll her precious little doll….

School was never the best for you in general even now as a full-grown adult you still have your struggles but when you were younger school was sometimes a sanctuary for you. After your mother died, Bruce didn't bother to change your schools actually he never bothered with you at all at least from your point of view.

Before your mother died you already had a few close friends but when you started middle school your group expanded even more since your mother was your only solace when you were little you didn't know how to cope without her, without her presence.

So once you started fifth grade you found it very difficult to make new connections since your original school decided to transfer the middle school section to the next school over combining it.

So now you had to deal with completely different people you never grew up going to classes with and your previous close friends moved away to a different section of Gotham so you wouldn't get the chance to see them as often as you would like.

But you found out that you were actually able to make some pretty good friends for example you had a friend named crissy she was shorter than you, but she was full of sass and energy she had baby blue eyes and beautiful color of ginger hair with freckles, she was your ride or die you two where inseparable at the time. You had another friend named audrana.

She was also a very close friend of yours at the time you would always vent to her about your troubles in the Wayne manor, and she would let you know she was truly an angel in your life. She had dark brown hair with blue eyes and was a little taller than you by a foot.

But once seventh grade hit that's when things started to go down previously in sixth grade, you were very runbuches so that led to the hundreds of times you got sent to the principal for your misbehavior I guess instead of your father trying to be a father for the first time bruce decided to be an absolute asswhole and just decide to take you out of the school altogether you protested yes but it seemed like your opinion didn't matter to him you rarely spoke to him as it is.

So you cried yourself to sleep that night, ignoring Alfred's calls to come down for dinner and his constant sympathetic glances you didn't need his pity, not when he decided to side with them.

So that was the point in your life when you decided you hated Bruce Wayne you thought you hated him before, but oh you were wrong you loathe him.

You loathe the Wayne family you hate them for what they did to you but slowly that hate turned into resentment into just a numb feeling now that you're older, you are more likely to fear them than anything you fear them, finding but you also now can find a sense of peace our free you don't need to worry about them anymore since they are none of your business anyway.

You're doing perfectly fine without them. You finally got into your dream college and got your own apartment! I'd say that would be a big win in your book, and you even started to reconnect with your old friends from middle school!

And you are starting to expand your friend group! You don't need the Wayne family! All you need is yourself, and you're fine with that! you've been fine with that!

Even when you have this everlasting gut feeling that things won't stay this good forever like they say the calm before the storm….

Lately, things have been to quiet in the Wayne manor even though dick personally thinks its usually quiet, there is also a sort of presence at least there to make the manor feel a bit more like home, but no, instead, its been deadly quiet and dick can't seem to find out why though? As dick is walking down the hall towards the more isolated side of the manor, he notices something in the far corner of one of the halls.

As he walks down it, he gets this strange feeling like he's forgetting something important, forgetting someone important.

As he reaches the end of the desolate hallway, he is met in front of a large painting of what looks to be you and Alfred.

But that's not possible you didn't paint, right? And he would know if you did? Right? And if you did, why would you put it in the isolated parts of the manor? Your room couldn't possibly be down these isolated hallways.

Could it? No no, this can't be right maybe he should try to find your room it has to be somewhere down here, right?

It feels like its been hours that he’s been walking down these desolate hallways to be met with nothing no signs of your room. Did he miss it perhaps? No no that can't be right he should remember where your own room is.

Finally, he reaches a room door that has various childish stickers on it he can't help but chuckle to himself at how adorable you can be but he still can't get over the fact that he didn't even know where your own room was. Why didn't he know? never mind that he will just ask you later. He reaches for the dusty door handle and opens the door to find an empty room. That shouldn't be right.

Where's all your stuff? Shouldn't you at least have decorated on your door? But no, he only met with a dusty room that smelled of bleach and dust. It's like no one has been in here for months, maybe years. But that can't be right.

Doesn't Alfred clean your room every day? Dick then takes notice of the diaries placed on your bed, perfectly neat with not a speck of dust on it. He felt the urge to go closer, it took a look through the diaries, and viewed he contents, but he couldn't that would be invading your privacy and he couldn't do that to you.

But nothing is stopping him, right? And he does want an answer, so a little peak shouldn't hurt….right?

Your mother used to always say that you looked just like your father. And now looking at yourself in the mirror you wished you didn’t you wished that you looked more like her.

Like the woman who birthed and raised you to be who you are today.

Maybe that’s why you died your hair. Perhaps that’s why you constantly damaged your skin so you wouldn’t have to look like him. You wished you never looked like him.

Even now looking at your e/c eyes, you wished you could tear your own eyes out and replace them with more like your mother's so at least you would have a semblance of a connection to her.

But no matter how hard you tried it was for nothing. Maybe that’s why you left in the first place. Maybe…. But you wonder, do you look like him?

Authors note: sorry if this chapter is not that long I promise it will be longer in chapter 2 and I’m sorry it’s so wordy and all I really am I’ve been criticizing my own writing for days now. I hope you like this chapter send in asks!

[seat-safety-switch]

Bicycles kick a lot of ass these days. When I was a kid, a bicycle would only go as fast as you could pedal. Maybe, if you were really a huge asshole, you could take the bus to the big city and buy one of those mini-moped kits from a motorcycle shop. Then you could break playground-zone speed limits with enough two-stroke burble and pop to arouse every police officer within thirty miles.

Nowadays, you can slap some Chinese-made wonder magic on your Norco and do three or four horsepower without even knowing how to solder. In fact, it's much better if you don't know anything about electronics, because that level of knowledge will prevent you from extracting the maximum value out of your investment of "some vape batteries" and "a motor I found on Amazon whose name YouTube can't consistently pronounce." Electrical engineers are just too damn afraid of fire to go really fast.

Sure, you have to show fealty to the all-knowing microcontroller inside the magic motor box. Pinky-swear to it that you live in the hypothetical lawless wonderland that would allow you to have this much wheel-bending, mind-melting torque on a public pedestrian pathway. Honestly, it's its own fault if it believes a shifty character such as yourself. Not that the local cops are going to pull over Bob Tongsheng on his way to deposit your money in his bank, either. It's this kind of primitive hot-rodding that once made this country great: neglecting the existence or worth of anyone and everything outside of your vehicle in lieu of Go Fast.

Sure, this sort of thing will only last for awhile. Pathways are already filling up with lots of zingy e-mopeds and e-deathscoots, ridden by perfectly normal people. Your 1500-watt stealth bomber build is going to get pulled on by a pensioner within a year or two, as the market begins to demand enough cargo room (and rollover protection!) to do a once-a-month Costco run with the entire fam in tow. Inevitably, the cops are going to have to crack down on the whole deal, too.

For a glorious, shining moment, you too can dig a rusty mountain bike out of a creek and have it doing 50 miles an hour by watching a YouTube video. That's something previous generations simply could not have imagined. Which is their loss, really. If they had gotten off their asses earlier and figured out the lithium-ion battery, we could all be driving $100 50-horsepower ebikes right now instead of having to pay Big Battery for the "latest and greatest" in burning your garage down.

[pathofcomets]

lay one finger and i melt like anyone else

fandom: love and deepspace pairing: caleb/you (2nd POV) word count: 1.9k. rating: E

The glances and the touches started after Caleb moved out to start his training, each time he’d be back to visit. Innocent enough at the beginning too. His fingers splayed a bit too low against your back, or holding on to your thigh while he’s driving you around. A hand straying under the hem of your shorts as he’s telling you good night, his foot nestled between your legs under the table at breakfast. His chest pressed hard against yours when passing through the bathroom doorway, an accidental walk-in in the shower when both alone at home. 

The number of accidents grows and grows, until it’s impossible to deny they’re not accidents at all, after all. 

You decide to repay him in kind. You press a kiss a bit too close to the corner of his mouth, instead of his cheek. You rest your feet in his lap while watching a movie. You don’t wear a bra in the morning, when brushing your teeth next to him in the bathroom. A brush of your chest against his arm, when you both lean towards the same item. And the tension grows, the more you try to act normal around each other, while this different need grows and builds between you.

It’s bound for all of it to spill over, eventually. 

Maybe this is why when you come home late from training and find Caleb lounged on the couch, watching the TV, instead of throwing a pillow at his head and demanding space, as you’d normally do, you instead try and wiggle yourself next to him. He lifts the blanket, allowing you the space to fit yourself closer to him. It takes a bit to make yourself comfortable, your back to him, facing the screen, the couch just big enough to fit the two of you like this.

The first shift in your position is entirely accidental, feeling your arm growing numb. You push your ass against his front in an attempt to give yourself enough space, but the grinding motion has him hissing a swear word in your ear, his palm finding your hip to still your movement.

“Are you..” you start, and you lick your lips. “Seriously hard right now, Caleb?”

And just to make sure it wasn’t just your dream, you move back your hip again, finding the hardness of his bulge, his body arching around yours. 

“If I check your panties now, would I find them wet?” he snaps, hand moving to grasp your chin, as he presses harder against your ass. 

Fuck, how he’d love fucking into your mouth right now, teach you how to shut up when saying the obvious. 

You nod, his hand allowing that. He places a kiss against your neck, maybe his way of asking for forgiveness for what he’s about to do, knowing he’s too weak to resist you when you’re letting him so easily. His other hand comes around your body, heavy palm nestling first over your stomach. 

He wonders, now fully overcome with lust, growing harder with each second you’re pressed against him, if you’d be able to take his cock, if it’d form a bulge right here, how fucking good you’d look filled with his cum, giving him a baby too.

You move, seeking something more than this, his pinkie slipping under the hem of your shorts. He chuckles, darkly, as he allows his hand to dip lower, a finger delicately fitting between your pussy lips, rubbing at the growing wetness there. It’s tantalizingly slow, the way he is touching you, and barely enough, but you wait, too afraid to move, not to break the spell of the moment.

Slowly, oh so slowly, his finger teases at your entrance. You’re wet enough that it’d go in easily enough, but Caleb takes his time. Your cunt is the impatient one, swallowing it all in one smooth movement, as your walls clench, uselessly, around his one finger. It’s good, but it’s not enough, not after months of teasing. He changes the speed, the finger moving in and out of you, your body learning to squirm trying to match the movement. When a second finger joins the first, you moan.

Caleb shifts, his other arm coming around you, your head resting on his biceps, as he brings his hand to your lips, popping three fingers, heavy on your tongue. Your mouth closes around them, sucking with vigour, hiding the moans the fingers sliding in and out of your cunt elicit. 

“Shh, baby,” he coos, as he adds a third finger, and your hips buckle, your body going rigid with the sensation. “Granny will hear us.”

At the words, you whimper against his finger, your walls clenching tighter. He chuckles darkly. 

“You’d like that? For everyone to know how badly you need me to fuck you? How no one else can fill this greedy, pretty pussy?”

Your thighs press together at the words, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. He grins, and you can hear the cockiness in his voice, when he leans closer to whisper in your ear.

“You like that, don’t you? Who knew our sweet little hunter was such a dirty slut?”

You whimper, sound muffled by the fingers in your mouth. Caleb is peppering soft kisses across your neck and cheek, trying to get you to relax, spread your legs just a tiny bit for him. When you do, slightly trembling, he finally gives you what you want, his fingers starting a relentless rhythm in and out of your wet cunt.

In the dead silence of the night, that is the only sound, the squelching of your need. You can feel the shame of it burning across your cheek, but much more overwhelming is your lust, as your tongue slits between Caleb’s fingers, and he takes the hint to add a third finger inside you. Your hips buckle, filled so well, pussy so fucking tight around his fingers. He presses his thumb against your clit, lazy and slow circles at first, growing more frantic as he starts fucking you with his hand, as your hip movements try and match him, chasing the release.

It’s his bite at your shoulder that leaves you shuddering, body trembling in his embrace, as he does not relent, fucking you well into your release, even after, even as you whimper, overstimulated. 

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, slow and deep. “I’m not even getting started with you,” and he seals a sloppy kiss against your mouth, freed just for long enough to twist your head towards him.

You look at him, lids slow with sleep and a good orgasm, and you push your bottom into his bulge.

“I want you to fuck me, Caleb,” you whisper, both at the sacrilege of this request, and for not being found out. 

You’ve been on the edge of this moment for a long time. You’ve had a growing crush on him for years, and you hope the same is true for him. You need him to be your first, if for nothing else but to honour what you mean to each other.

He removes his hand from inside you, the absence making you sigh.

“You sure?” he asks, hand hovering over your shorts.

At your nod, he pushes them over your hip, making quick work of his too. You can feel the heat radiating from his cock, as it nears your entrance, and it’s making you heedy, your head swimming with what’s to come, mouth gone dry with the anticipation.

His dick slips between your thighs, the tip touching your clit and you moan. He’s thorough and slow, patient in making sure he’s well-coated in your juices, fucking in the gap between your legs, in-between your folds, tantalisingly almost where you want him. From time to time, he allows his tip to enter you, but just that, the smallest push at your entrance before he’s gone, leaving you soaking wet, sounds muffled against his palm as you slowly submit to his ministrations, knowing there’s nothing for you to do but take it.

 You’re so sensitive that when his hand finds your clit and there’s a harsh pressure against it just at the same time he tries to push his cock inside you, you come with a sob, tears springing at the corner of your eyes.

Caleb coos, rocking you into his body, as he slips inside you in one go. You gasp, the stretch delicious, the feeling so full, as you take him to the hilt. You’re panting hard now, your brain a little foggy, and you can feel his warm breath against your neck, as he nuzzles closer, hiding a half-bitten moan in your hair.  

“You feel so good,” he says, moving his hand to hold you in place, before he comes already.

You shake your head, his palm moving away, wanting to say that it’s him that feels even better than you’ve imagined, this a fantasy chased so many times, but what you blurt out instead, in a rushed and hushed voice, is something else entirely.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?”

You burn with shame, even though there’s nothing else you’d rather do than savour this moment right here. Caleb hand shifts, pressing instead at your navel, where his dick is nestled inside you, and you know he’d give you anything you ask for, simply because it’s you.

 Even if it drives him crazy. How would you even know to ask for your pretty cunt to warm his cock? Then jealousy, his most well-known companion, rears its head, even as he’s balls deep inside you.

“How many other guys have you fucked like this, hm, baby?” Your cunt squeezes around him at his words. “Or have you waited for me, to ruin all other dicks forever?”

You’re squirming now, and Caleb finds your desperation quite adorable. 

“Just you,” you babble, and you forget that you’re supposed to stay quiet, or what time of the night it is, as you whine, just wanting him to move now. “Always just you.” 

He starts fucking into you, a very slow rythm that has that pleasure knot building all over again between your legs. He stops sometimes, just to feel how wet you are when sliding back inside you, and he doesn’t want to stop your cute little sounds anymore, doesn’t care if anyone else can hear what’s been the truth for far too long. That you belong to each other.

He’s angry now, at both of you for waiting so long, at the distance that will eventually follow, at his own heart for giving in so quickly to something that could so easily break him.

But the anger only quickens his pace, his hips snapping with fierce vigour, the sound of skin slapping on skin overwhelming. You’re trying to muffle your moans and gasps into the couch mattress, but when a shove has him deeper than he’s ever been before, you go over the edge. Caleb’s name is on your lips, broken on the first syllable, and the tight squeeze around him has his hips stutter, overcome with the need to cum. He hasn’t the mind to ask you, he just pushes inside you with one last hurried shove, spilling himself in your welcoming cunt.

You’re both breathing heavily, trying to come down from your orgasms, Caleb’s lips already against your neck, leaving trails of kisses on heated, sweaty skin.

“Shall I take you on a date, baby?” he asks, sweet and low, like the start of who the two of you will become is just another secret you’re about to share. 

[tyunn1ngz]

hueningkai nsfw alphabet

cw: gn!reader i think ? to the best of my ability anyways and no gender is stated regardless

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

total softie!!!!!!:( wants to be held and wants to hold u and its just oh-so delicate and tender just two lovers in ur own little safety bubble— giggles w hushed pinky promises that u will meet in ur dreams that night

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself his lips and his fingers— his lips on urs, his fingers in u; his fingers in ur mouth, he’s obsessed w it all, he likes it so much

on u ur thighs and tummy!!! marking u up all over and squishing the skin under his fingertips, rubbing over ur tummy when hes inside u just to watch u squirm and gasp .. ( ；∀；)

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his cock gets so wet when hes hard n he cums a lot its so cute really especially cuz he’d get so shy abt it <3

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

gets off to ur voice sometimes— like listens back to voice notes u’ll send him even if all u r doing is talking abt ur day and gets himself so hard out of nowhere he loves hearing u

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

a big virgin w no idea what hes doing before u but thats ok!!!!! thats what practice is all abt !!!!!!! more fun for u especially bc hes such an eager learner <3

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

spooning or riding — spooning is so intimate and he can feel up ur thighs and tummy so nicely that way, or dip his hands to bring u more pleasure to ur sex; and u riding him means u can take the reins and he’s very into that! use him to get urself off honey!

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

silly for the most part, its more relaxing and comforting that way, sex isn’t some performance between u two. but sometimes it feels like his brain just melts and pours out his ears so thats when it’ll seem more serious, bc u’ll have just a soft big eager puppy on ur hands then :<

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

for my own personal bias. No shaving. all his body hair in tact. everyone listen to me bc that is SEXY. his happy trail ohhgod

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very intimate, has to be touching u at all times it’d be like chopping a limb off if u told him he wasnt allowed to touch u. loves rubbing his cheeks against urs idk thats just a thing in my head

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

cracks knuckles what do u guys know abt PLUSHIE HUMPER kai who steals sprays of ur perfume or lets u cuddle a specific one so it’ll smell like u when he fucks it later and cries ur name softly … what do u KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

nipple play. make this boy cum from just playing w his nipples i swear to god. and when hes more on the dominant sides of things definitely dacryphilia imo

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

just the bedroom !!! but maybe a quickie in the bathroom at a party could be up his alley too whos the say ;p

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

watching u get changed or get ready in general, defo also gets so hard when u do smth as simple as sit in his lap and move a little too much hes just too easy !!!!!!!!!!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing too rough and violent, and not heavy on the degradation either. just a tiny bit sometimes but hes more abt praise!! dont b too mean to him he’ll get stuck in his head :( not too fond of too much degradation towards u for this reason too! just a little if its what ur into but he prefers being nice to u its just in his nature no matter how bratty u get w him </3

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

a giver, bc it means he can make u feel good and also be between ur thighs which make for great earmuffs! not very good at it sometimes but his eagerness makes up for it!!!! other times he’s absolutely expert w his tongue its insane

he does love receiving tho!!!!! as much as he won’t admit it bc he thinks it’ll make him selfish for some reason Σ('◉⌓◉’) loves when u take him especially deep— rly makes his thighs shake and u have to keep ur hands on his hips to keep him from practically fucking ur throat >_>

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

gentle but kinda fast ? he gets so desperate and pathetic that he needs it to be faster but he can’t hurt u so he’s gentle by nature. he’ll get a lil rougher when he’s closer to cumming tho or if u rly push for it<3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

don’t happen often but when they do they’re the hottest thing in the world. he either goes so dumb hes basically melted into ur arms and pleading, almost in tears or! he’s finally treating u like u won’t break and just taking what he wants, whispering how good u feel and how a little part of him wants someone to walk in and see u breaking in his hold :3c

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

a little! nothing crazy but if theres a more tame fantasy u wanna try he’d defo be down, and he’s happy to tell u his own fantasies, even if his face burns up w embarrassment w every word. not too fond on risks, not big ones anyway but little thrills r always fun!!!! ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

doesnt last long the first round especially but he’ll go as many rounds as u want. obsessed w how u feel when u cum on his cock so if u orgasm once and its not w him inside u ur gonna be going again and even then it might not be enough he’ll be overstimulating the both of u to the heavens— just be aware of that !

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

lowk vibrator obsession, loves watching u use it, loves using it on himself, loves using it on u, u using it on him— u both using at the same time, pressed up against either side of it and crying into each others mouths .. could also see him loving the idea of having a fleshlight. Gulps. ＿|￣|○

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

teases u a lot when hes in charge just to see ur glassy eyes and pretty lips form a pout, but hes pretty hypocritical bc he doesnt like to be teased and he’ll get so pathetic when u do .. sigh

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

louder when hes closer to cumming, whimpers and gaspy moans that grow louder and higher in pitch the closer he gets, probably likes to stuff his face in a pillow or plushie to keep himself quiet bc he gets so embarrassed but he sounds so pretty :((((

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

never really puts u in ur place when u act bratty but one time he just snaps and ur legs were trembling for a good two days after; good thing he was back to his little angelic self and carried u everywhere

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

big hes hung asf. personally im a little more interested in the 50 pounds of ass he carries around but ig his cock is also important in this category

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH! .. once he gets a taste of sex— of you, he is insatiable woooo boy

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

hes not conking out until ur asleep first!!!!!!! so however long ur awake for after all is done, he’s up too!!!! no matter how hard his eyelids try to droop closed ok and if ur not sleepy hes not either (he is but just keep talking ok he’ll keep fighting it off)

[thore-lb]

SHOWTIME INCORECT QUOTES

This has been on my mind all week and I want to get it out of my system.

Caine: What is something that goes up but never comes down?

Pomni: The amount of stress you bring to my life.

Caine: My love for you-… Wait what?!

Pomni: Hey Gangle, what are you writing?

Gangle: A fanfic.

Pomni: About…

Gangle: You and Caine.

Pomni: W-what?!… W-why?!

Gangle: Because Caine asked me…and is paying me for it.

Caine: I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT ANONYMOUS!

Caine: I have an idea.

Pomni: Oh no.

Caine: it's a good one this time, i swear.

Caine: I have to go.

Pomni: You're not forgetting something.

Caine: Hmmm…*He approaches and gives her a kiss*

Pomni: *Blushing*  I-I was referring to your cane.

Pomni: Do you know a tongue twister?

Caine: Yes, my tongue.

Pomni: That's not a tongue twi..-Hmmph!

Pomni: Jeeze I'm so tired.

Caine: Do you know why you're so tired?

Pomni: Yes because I-

Caine: Because you've been running around in my head all day.

Pomni: Ouch.

Caine: What's wrong?

Pomni: I bit my tongue.

Caine: Do you want a kiss to make it better?

Pomni:..Yes.

Caine: You… have a cute face. I mean a very pretty face. A gorgeous face.

Pomni:Uhh.. Thank you?

Caine: *Blushing heavily* Oh please accept my clumsy attempts at flirting before I die of embarrassment, I don't know what I'm doing.

Pomni: It's funny how when you fall in love with someone, you start noticing these little quirks and habits that they have and you just pick them up and memorize them.

Ragatha: Like which ones?

Pomni: Like… *Gives a detailed and complete list of the quirks and habits that Caine has*.

Ragatha: Uhh Pomni…

Pomni: Yes?

Ragatha: Did you hear what you just said? Because I have news for you.

Pomni: Uhh, yes What do you want from-… *Sudden understanding* Oh my God I'm in love with Caine *Blushes hard*

Ragatha: *Inner voice* Finally.

Pomni: *Staps pinky toe* Oh Damn!

Caine: You know the rules, Put money in the swear jar. *Drinks his coffee*

Pomni: Judging by what you did last night, you should put money in the sin jar.

Caine: *Spits coffee*

Pomni: When you said you did magic in bed this wasn't exactly what I expected.

Caine: *Pulling out an ace of hearts* Is this your card?

Pomni: Shocked Oh my god, yes.

*Pomni enters the house with Caine hanging*

Caine: I LOVE YOU POMnI!!! I LOVE YOOOOOOOUU I L-O-V-E Y-O-U… I LOVE YOU~

Ragatha: Oh my god, what happened to him?

Pomni: They pulled out his wisdom teeth, he's still under the effect of anesthesia.

Caine: I love you Pom

n sooo much~ , let's have hundreds of clown babies~ *Snuggles up to his neck*

Pomni: Oh my god.

Caine: Do you know why I called you?

Pomni: Because I sent you that inappropriate photo by accident?

Caine: *Serving two glasses of wine* Accident?

[isabella-2025]

Unlikely love Chapter 9 : Warnings: major character death, Violence with guns (non-descriptive) and cursing

What was your reaction to the moment Jey and Noella had ?

Did you team change since the last chapter ?

Will Roman ever tell Noella how he feels?

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Jey's car California skyline

After the tense encounter between Noella and Roman outside the funeral home Jey did as Noella asked and took Noella to a beautiful outlook of the California skyline. The car was parked and they were sitting on the hood silently looking at the city lights. Noella looks at Jey and asks " How did you find this place it is so beautiful." Jey laughs gently and says " I come up here all the time when life get's crazy, nobody else knows about this place it's my little secret." Noella laughs and says " Well thank you for letting me in on your little secret I pinky swear I will not tell anyone." Jey laughs loudly but gives her is pinky finger so they can pink promise. Jey looks at Noella seriously and says " So what happened with Roman, if you wanna talk about it I am here, always." Noella frowns and says " He was talking to Cody and I overheard Cody say that I was his sister, I freaked out and yelled at him because he promised he would never lie to me." Noella frowns, her eyes brim with tears and she sobs " Why Jey. Why did he lie." Jey gently pulls her into his arms whispers sweet nothings in her eye and kisses her head. Noella finally stops crying lifts her head from his shoulder looks into his eyes and thanks him. Jey puts his right hand onto the right side of her face and gently brushes his fingers against her cheek. Noella's breath hitches and her eyes close as his gentle touch eases her mind. Jey hoarsely whispers " Noella, Baby girl you know I would never lie to you like he does, you are to important to me for me to lie to you." Noella opens her eyes and stares into Jeys warm Brown ones. Noella feels something she's never felt before a pull to Jey that she has never felt with anyone it scares her and excites her all at once. Jeys fingers stop brushing against her cheek, he looks at her eyes shining with something undeniable, desire maybe and he asks " Noella, I know you are going through a lot right now, I really wanna kiss you and help you feel this forever, so can I kiss you." Noella looks at him hesitantly and nervously whispers " J-e-e-y…… Y-e-e-s you can k-k-i-i-s me. " Jey smiles at her confession slowly leans in brushing his forehead against hers and kisses her slips slow and unhurried. Noella wraps her arm around his neck and Jey wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer in the process. Before things can progress further Noella pulls away smiles at Jey and says " That is enough for now, okay" Jey kisses her head and says " Okay mama, whatever you want. They lay back down on the hood of the car her head on his chest and his arms wrapped around her shoulders. The two are blissfully unaware that someone near and dear to Jey gave his location away to Rollins and Rhea and they were closing in fast…..

Bloodline mansion

Roman sat in his office chair looking at the documents that Cody had given him to prove he was Noella's blood. Cody had explained to him that Noella's mom Cora and his dad had a one night stand and Noella was a product of that. Cody said his dad had supported Noella and Cora financially until Michael came along then Cora just went off the grid and cut all contact with him. Now that Roman knew the truth he could not help but feel a deep ache in his chest because of how upset Noella was. Solo who is sitting across from him notices his cold shift in his demeanor and says " You know this is not your fault she did not give you anytime to explain before she ran off. " Roman angrily slams his hand onto the table and screams " Dammit you think I don't know that, that is not what is bothering me… she's with Jey now that is what is bothering me. " Why Solo say. " Because I love her and all those feeling I had when we were little came rushing back when I saw her, I want her with me Solo". Roman says, he looks down at the papers and frowns. Solo starts to say something but before he can Jimmy and Kevin run into the room and frantically yell " Guys we have to go to the hospital now, Noella and Jey are their somebody shot them, that is all I know now. " Shit lets go Roman says so the bloodline including Naomi and Kevin load up and rush to the hospital.

At UCLA hospital

Cody, Jey and Noella hobble into the hospital. Noella has a gunshot to her abdomen; Cody has a gunshot to his leg and Jey just got Grazed in the arm with a bullet. The nurses run Cody and Noella to get STAT CT's of their injuries, while another nurse stiches Jey up and leads him back to the lobby. Jey taps his foot anxiously and runs his hands through his hair in frustration, Noella was hurt badly, and he couldn't get to her into time. He hears someone yelling Noella's name, he turns around and sees Roman, the rest of the bloodline and Kevin running in his direction. Roman is so fueled with rage that he pulls jey up by the throat, pushes him against the nearest wall and Growls in his ear " Damn Jey if something bad happened to Noella because of you so help me God you are going to wish that bullet killed you." Jey struggles against his grip and is only freed when Jimmy grabs Roman and pulls him off of Jey. Jimmy hold Roman back and yells " Damn Uce, let him explain." Solo goes to Jey's side in case Roman tries to come at him again. Jey says in a hoarse voice " Me and Noella were just lying on the hood of the car, looking at the skyline in my secret spot. Everything was fine I heard some rustling behind us, so I shot up and that's when I got grazed, I barely had time to react before….." Before what Roman yells. "Before Rhea and Rollins came out with guns, Rhea shot at Noella and she went down, then Cody came out of nowhere and Rollins shot him in the leg. Rhea tried to shoot Noella again to finish the job but before she could I shot her…. she's dead." Roman pushes Jimmy off of him and runs his hands through his hair and says " Great so now Rollins but especially Damien are going to come after our asses. " Solo calmly says " wait and damn minute, if your secret spot how the hell did anyone else know you guys were there." Jey just shakes his head in confusion. Before another word can be spoken Doctors come out and say that Noella and Cody…..

Undisclosed location California

Damien sits in a chair with his jaw and fists clenched in anger. Damien gets up throws the chair he was sitting in to the wall and breaks it. He looks at Seth, smirks evilly and says, " we are going to kill every single person Noella cares about so she can feel my pain, then we are going to kill everyone in the bloodline and rule the city forever." Seth laughs evilly shakes his head and says " Now that we have someone on the inside, when we do this, they are not going to know what hit them and it is going to be freaking awesome. " Seth and Damien turn to their plant and say, " Thank you for telling us Jeys secret spot……."

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Tension is rising between Jey and Roman, will they be able to keep it together for the sake of Noella.

How do you think Roman will react if he finds out about the kiss between Noella and Jey?

What kind of evil plans do Damien and Seth have planned?

Who is the plant that is close to Jey?

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Hey peeps, so this is an idea that randomly came to me, especially since today April 26 would have been my dog Toni’s 17 birthday who passed away a year and half ago. I based the puppy’s appearance off of her as she was a blonde miniature poodle and she also loved cuddles too.

Now here’s the summary: You and your wife Melissa get a puppy for the first time. The puppy and Melissa form an instant attachment but slowly the puppy starts taking over all of Melissa’s time and attention and leaving you behind.

Now don’t yell at me and say I turned up the angst too much, I may have gone to the extreme but stuff like this does happen, especially with dogs who were found on the street or born with anxiety and they tend to overly bond with one person.

Puppy Crazy

Warnings: lots of angst but happy ending I promise *pinky swear*

Words: 3.3k

You and Melissa stare at all the puppies at the shelter. You both have always wanted one and now you’re here to adopt one.

“Any catching your interest?” You ask her.

“That blonde one who seems to like cuddling the other.” She says and you look at the one she’s talking about.

“You want a little cuddler?” You ask with a quirked eyebrow.

“Ya, that way they’ll like me cause I like cuddles too.” She says and you pout.

“I thought I was your little cuddler.” You tell her and she giggles at your response.

“You are, and there’s always room for another in the house.” She tells you and gives you a side hug.

“The blonde one is cute. What would you name her?”

“Eleanora.” She says and you look at her.

“It’s beautiful, what does it mean?” You ask, knowing her family only picks out names carefully due to their meaning.

“Shining light.” She says and you look at the little blonde cuddler and then back at her.

“It’s perfect.”

The person at the shelter goes and picks up the blonde miniature poodle puppy carefully and brings her out. The little puppy is a bit shy, understandable, but she lets you take her home, deeming you’re not a threat.

You stop at the pet store though and little Elea (her first nickname) was so excited. She met a few other dogs there and she attempted to play with them, a couple of them played with her. You got her a collar that fit and a name tag, you got a leash for her as well. You brought her down the toy aisle and Elea picked out a bunch, pretty much whatever she grabbed or pawed at you put in the cart. She helped pick out her new beds, although you drew a line at the ones that were meant for large dogs as you doubt Elea will be more than 15 pounds. You then got her food, food bowls, a toy basket and treats. You also bought a thing of pee pads as she isn’t housebroken yet as she’s 10 weeks old and some poo bags.

Elea stayed on your lap, cautiously, for most of the ride home. It was a nice day so you ended up putting the window down at red lights and she stuck her little nose out and she started sniffing the air.

Once you enter your home, Elea stayed near you or Melissa as it was a space she didn’t know. You guys got to work and you put out her food and water bowl, you filled the water bowl first. The worker at the shelter said she’ll need to eat as she’ll be skipping her dinner time, so you also filled her kibble bowl. Elea munched on her puppy kibble happily as you and Melissa got her things set up. You put the toy basket beside the couch and put most of the toys in there and brought the rest upstairs. You put the leash near the door with your keys and you put her name tag on the collar. You put the treats and kibble in the pantry, and you put 2 beds downstairs, one in the living room and one in the dining room, and the third one upstairs in your bedroom. You then placed a couple pee pads around but knew you’d put them down where she decides to pee later on.

Once Elea finished eating, she started sniffing around and found her toys and pulled most of them out. Melissa found the sight so cute as her little tail was wagging the whole time. Melissa got on her knees and stuck her hand out and Elea came up slowly and sniffed her hand before giving little nibbles on her hand to play with her. Melissa took a toy and started moving it around the floor and Elea chased it around. You couldn’t tear them apart so you made dinner instead. When dinner was ready, Melissa came in holding Elea in her arms and she was fast asleep.

“Aw. That’s so cute.” You whispered.

Halfway through dinner, Elea woke up and Melissa put her down as she got a burst of energy. You both ended up playing with her for most of the evening, although she seemed to go more towards Melissa.

At nighttime, Melissa carried her up the stairs as she got too scared to do it herself, and Melissa put her on the floor at the top and Elea explored the upstairs while you two got ready for bed. When you were ready, you called Elea but she didn’t come, Melissa called her and this time she came.

“That’s favouritism.” You complained and crossed your arms and Melissa giggled.

“Oh Amore, don’t hate me because she likes me more. You’ll always be my favourite human.” She tells you and you glare at her then get into the bed. Melissa ends up bringing Elea into the bed and you roll your eyes. Honestly you would do the same. Melissa spooned you and she whispered that Elea is cuddled into her back and you let out a little “aw”. She may prefer your wife but she’s too cute to hate.

The next day, Elea jumped in the shower with you two and then immediately jumped out and let out little puppy barks and ran around the bedroom until you got out. When Melissa was cooking breakfast, you filled Elea’s food bowl with some kibble and she inhaled her kibble. When she was done she went over to the dining table where you were eating and she sat down between you two and begged but mostly looked at Melissa. Melissa did end up caving and put a piece aside for her to which she put her bowl when she was finished.

After you decided to go for a walk with Elea. You and Melissa were both teachers but it was the beginning of summer break so you could stay at home and train and bond with Elea. Melissa ended up holding the leash and brought a couple treats to give to Elea and you held on to the poo bags. One Elea peed outside, Melissa pet her and gave her a treat right away. Elea wagged her tail when Melissa was petting her and swatted her little paws around as she hasn’t grown into them yet. She got on her back when her and Melissa were playing and she kept pawing at Melissa and giving her playful puppy nibbles. To which you took a bunch of pictures. You got her less than 24 hours ago and you already have 30 pictures of Elea on your phone, you realised that’s more than you took of Melissa when you were dating her for 4 years. But you shrug it off, I mean it’s probably accurate for all animal owners.

When you got home from the walk, Melissa carried Elea in her arms while she was sleep and went to sit on the couch. You brought Melissa a cup of water to which she thanked you for and drank the whole thing. 20 minutes later, Elea woke up and bounced out of Melissa’s arms and on to the couch. She got down after 2 minutes of trying and ended up slipping off the couch but Melissa congratulated her either way. Elea walked around and decided to drink some water then pulled the majority of toys out of her basket that you put away last night and you groaned.

“Why bother with a toy basket or putting them away.” You complained and Melissa laughed and came up to hug you. Elea saw you two hug and wanted in on it too. Melissa of course complied and went and picked her up, then you three had a little family hug. During the hug Elea licked you both on the face and you both laughed. You both played and ran around with Elea for most of the day. You then fed Elea her dinner kibble while Melissa got dinner ready.

“You fed her so many treats today, I’m surprised she still has room.” You told Melissa and she just shrugs.

“She’s a growing puppy, she needs to eat.” Melissa says and you laugh.

“I love you, you know. Never change.” You tell her and you wrap your arms around her waist.

“I don’t plan too Amore. And I love you too.” She tells you then turns around and gives you a quick kiss on the lips then finishes getting dinner ready.

And just like at breakfast, Elea begs, at Melissa mostly, for some human food, and again, Melissa caves and gives her the piece when finished in her food bowl.

After dinner, you both settle on the couch and Melissa picks Elea up when she whines and you put on a Disney movie. You chose the little mermaid and you kept glancing over at Melissa petting Elea’s head while Elea nuzzles her head in Melissa’s lap and falls asleep. You lean your head on Melissa’s shoulder and she wraps an arm around you. Halfway through the movie, Elea wakes up and starts barking. You pause the movie and get her leash to take her out. You take Elea out as Melissa did it before supper and she does her pees. You bring her back in and she goes right to Melissa to get picked up again, which Melissa does and she goes and falls asleep on her lap with Melissa scratching her head.

The rest of the month goes like this, and you end up bringing her to puppy class and teach her some commands, go to a dog park to introduce her to other dogs and introduce her to some family members that you’ll see multiple times a year.

Melissa and Elea end up spending a lot of time together and while it shouldn’t bother you, it is taking a lot of your Melissa time away. You knew you wouldn’t spend as much time with Melissa when you get a puppy but Elea is demanding ALL of Melissa’s attention and it’s started to make you a little jealous. Like you couldn’t have sex without Elea demanding Melissa’s attention. You’re starting to think that dog just wants Melissa away from you, cause maybe she doesn’t like you.

Like when you’re having sex, at the beginning, when Melissa is kissing your neck, Elea comes over on the bed and starts biting Melissa’s hair and doing her little puppy barks. Melissa eventually gives in and gives her attention to Elea and you end up having to use the vibrator.

It was cute at first but not being able to touch your wife, like sometimes not even a nice long kiss of like 10 seconds. Cause everytime you do, Elea comes over and gets Melissa’s attention. You’ve tried to get Elea to like you more but her and Melissa bonded exceptionally quick and you don’t know why.

Melissa thinks it’s funny when you complain that Elea is getting all her attention, everytime you bring it up.

“I swear it’s like she doesn’t even like me and is just separating us. Like she gets all your attention and I get the scrapes.” You complained one night and she just brought you to lean on her shoulder while Elea laid on her lap. Melissa rubbed your arm while she scratched Elea’s head. She loves her 2 girls, y/n and Elea and she wouldn’t change it a thing.

“Y/n, if you think about it, Elea went through a lot. She ended up at the shelter cause she was found on the street. When she was like 3 weeks old and spent 7 weeks at that shelter. Then she comes home with us and everything is new. She just bonded to one of us and wants comfort to help soothe her.” Melissa explains and you take a deep breath.

“I know, you’re right, it’s just a little annoying right now cause I can barely touch my wife, without little sunshine here interrupting us. And you always give her the attention.” You say and cross your arms. “Like I wanted a puppy too and I barely get time with either of you individually.” You say and before Melissa can say anything, Elea gets up and starts barking and Melissa gets up to take her outside as it’s her turn. You huff as Melissa carries Elea downstairs then outside.

When Melissa gets back, you’re asleep so she just climbs into bed with Elea, puts Elea in front of you, turns off the light and cuddles you. She sees Elea go to nuzzle her head into you and you unconsciously move your arm and she climbs underneath. Melissa smiles then falls asleep.

The next morning you wake up and Elea is underneath your arm and Melissa on your back and for a second you think you’re dreaming. You then fully wake up and realise that it’s real. For one, Elea and Melissa stayed apart and two, Elea is cuddling you instead of Melissa.

“I told you she likes you.” Melissa says quietly and you smile.

And as if knowing you’re awake, Elea wakes up and demands to be taken outside.

“I’ll take this one while you wake up.” Melissa tells you and you nod.

“Thank you.” You tell her and she picks Elea up who wags her little tail.

Another month goes by and it’s more or less the same, Elea cuddles and plays with you sometimes but still is overly bonded to Melissa. It’s starting to really frustrate you and you’ve ended up starting fights with Melissa to which you apologise to her later, and she always forgives you.

Melissa does start to clue in that Elea is taking a lot of her attention away from her wife but can never say no to those sad little puppy eyes.

When school starts back up, Melissa spends 10 minutes saying goodbye to Elea while you wait in the car on your phone. She finally leaves when you threaten to drive there without her, even though she knows you won’t. Due to barely being able to be physical with your wife or any physical touch, any kisses at school dropped drama from last year and even the Abbott crew notices and questions you about it at the end of the week.

“Melissa has a new wife now.” You grumble out and they all look at you confused.

“She’s talking about the puppy and she’s gotten a little jealous that Elea prefers spending time with me.” Melissa explains and they all have their mouths shaped in an ‘O’ form.

“That’s not what I’m angry about and you know it. I’m angry because she takes away all your time, I can barely kiss or hug you.” You grit at her and then you get up and walk out of the break room. You hide away in your classroom the rest of the day, you didn’t even let Melissa in when she came to check on you a few times.

Melissa was starting to get worried about you but doesn’t know what to do. So she went to Barb.

“I mean I don’t know what I should do, I mean we can’t give Elea back to the shelter because she’s our dog now and I know that no matter how angry y/n is, she’ll never agree to give her back anyway.” Melissa complains and slumps back to the wall.

“Melissa, you’re missing the point. Y/n isn’t angry she’s upset cause she feels she doesn’t have a wife anymore.” Barb states. “I’ve noticed how detached you both are from each other since you got the puppy. And I know that puppies require a lot of attention and time, y/n knows that too. But maybe you spend a little too much time on Elea.” Barb states. “Like Elea is like a child right. And sometimes you just have to let children do things themselves.” Barb explains and Melissa sighs.

“I know, I guess I got too wrapped up with Elea.” Melissa says.

“I know and I know y/n knows too. If she didn’t then she would be a lot more angry right now.” Barb says and Melissa chuckles.

Melissa plans to take you out on a date tomorrow to spend time with you but you immediately decline and Melissa frowns.

“Wouldn’t you rather go with Elea instead of me?” You tell her.

“No, I’d rather go with my wife.” She tells you and you scoff.

“Like I said, wouldn’t you rather go with Elea.” You repeat and before she can say anything else, Elea comes running in and barks to go out. “Oh look, your wife is calling you.” You tell her and go upstairs.

When Melissa returns she sits on the couch and thinks about how to change things. She gets an idea and goes upstairs to where you’re on the bed, on your phone pouting. She brings Elea up with her and she sits on the bed and puts Elea on your lap.

You refuse at first and then Elea whines for your attention and you start petting her a bit but then she nuzzles into you and she falls asleep.

“Look y/n, I’m sorry that I put all my attention on her. I didn’t notice and I was so excited about this puppy and that she bonded to me more. I guess I didn’t kinda forget about my wife. I mean we did basically only accomplish sex completely probably 4 times this summer.” She says and you glare at her.

“It was never just the sex, I mean ya it’s part of it but I would like my wife back.” You tell her and cross your arms. “You’re gonna have to start giving less attention to Elea or I might leave.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Isn’t that a little dramatic?” She says. You whip your head at her and glare. You then pick Elea up and place her in Melissa’s lap then you walk out.

You end up sleeping in the guest bedroom the entire weekend, to Mel’s very reluctant begging. She even tried sneaking in during the night but you caught her and was sent back to the main bed. She then realised that nighttime is pretty much the only physical contact you two still have, cuddling at night, and you're asleep for most of it.

So she decides to make some changes. She starts putting a fluffy blanket down at the foot of the bed and Elea starts sleeping on that, while you two cuddle. She got anti anxiety beds for Elea and you two are able to have sex and cuddle on the couch. She goes on walks everyday with Elea and you, and insists you hold the leash while she has an arm around your waist. If you two are kissing and Elea barks to get Melissa’s, you at first pulled away, thinking Melissa will give her the attention but Melissa’s starts pulling you back and ignoring Elea for a bit until giving her attention.

Little by little you start to get your wife back and Elea’s overly attached bond with Melissa starts turning into a normal bond and Elea even starts bonding with you now.

By end of September, Melissa has you back in her arms, where you should be and a cute puppy with a normal relationship bond with both of you. She fully admits she went a little puppy crazy and forgot about the other important person in her life. But now she’s back to holding you in one arm while Elea is snuggling on both of you.

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Fluttershy, on the phone: Where are you? Pinkie: I told you, I’m at work Fluttershy: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again? skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background

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Probably would post this bf my birthday bcoz I don't have anything to draw sneak peaks yet ( j u s t y e t . )

Anyways, I'm probably jst gonna rest for a while & maybe go back to redrawing characters OR finish Speedpaint I swear I PINKY swear </33

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The Flags in Highschool

♡ characters: Pianoman, Albatross, Doc, Lippmann, Iceman

♡ synopsis: What type of student would each of the Flags be in highschool?

♡ cw: Swearing, Lippmann is nonbinary cry about it, mentions of vapes

note: I have no idea where this came from. I guess my need for Flags content is taking over my brain lmao (I promise I won't only write Stormbringer content from now on I pinky swear) and I know I have tons of stuff still in my inbox from ages ago that you guys requested. I HAVE seen them and I do plan on writing them. At this point in time I'm just sapped dry of any inspiration, so sometimes I just need to get whatever I can. This time around it was flag shit. I apologise for the wait and I love all of you. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Pianoman (the prep)

Definitely the leader of whatever student council is at the school he attends (unanimous vote)

He is always on top of his shit. He never gets detention, never turns in any late assignments, never gets into any fights

Has extra supplies for people who've forgotten theirs, from spare pens and pencils to spare tampons for the period-havers

Is the kid that your parents compare you to and say 'why can't you be more like him' (if your parents are anything like mine, anyway)

Helps people study and write notes for exams- he has a collaborative doc that nobody ever needs to edit because the notes are always perfect

Is the one that has to show the new kids around because he makes the student body look really good lmao

Hosts every single event, fundraiser, volunteers a lot

Though he looks like he knows what he's doing he definitely doesn't get enough sleep

So he has a very concerning coffee dependence- probably drugs himself up on caffeine to get through exam weeks (please someone tell him to stop)

He might be generally nice and an academic but he also has blackmail on basically anyone who's ever crossed him so...don't get on his bad side I guess

Albatross (the goofball)

The class clown that everybody loves even though he's a little piece of shit

Definitely bounces from clique to clique, cus he's friends with literally everyone lmao. Even the kids who don't even like him are willing to have him around

Is the reason why Pianoman began bringing spare supplies to school (he fully gets by by just borrowing other people's things)

Never wears his uniform correctly, and is always getting in trouble for it with his teachers, but he never changes anything

He skips classes ALL THE TIME and doesn't bother to hide it. If you have a free period and decide to go to the store for something you'll more than likely find him vaping out the front lol

(Sorry yall he just seems like the type of guy who vapes- I do not endorse the use of e-cigarettes. There now you can't sue me)

Spreads insane rumours about himself because he thinks it's funny, and then acts shocked when people ask him about said rumors

Always has food/snacks in class and teachers are far past trying to stop him from eating while in class

He's so good at P.E. it's kinda scary. He can throw, run, swim, kick...everyone wants him on their team

If there was ever a Matilda-style student uprising...we all know who's leading it lmao

Doc (the weird kid)

Okay when I say weird kid I don't mean 'kid who crosses your name off the list when you're nice to him'

I mean 'kid who sniffs glue and knows too much about WW2'

Doc is absolutely the type to get straight As without putting in even a LICK of effort. He just never studies, and he never helps anyone else study either

A bit of a wallflower, but he's by no means a bad guy. He's just kinda offputting at first

A little bit too enthusiastic about the science classes where he gets to dissect small animal corpses (he's really good at it it's frightening)

Brings his own lunch from home

Always in the nurse's office, he keeps other sick students company (he's exempt from P.E.)

He's like reverse gifted kid burnout- when he was younger he was a late bloomer but now he's one of the smartest kids in the grade

Even though people don't spend time with him they don't wanna get on his bad side because they know he's gonna become some world-renowned doctor after school and they don't wanna deal with that karma. Plus he's a little bit creepy

Nobody knows ANYTHING about his home life

Lippmann (the popular/theatre kid)

You might be thinking that 'popular kid' and 'theatre kid' contradict one another but you'd be surprised. Everyone LOVES this guy

The lead in every single school play regardless of what type of character they are (gender and body type mean nothing to him)

Also lowkey kind of a whore. He's probably dated most of his peers and yet they're all still enamoured with him

Probably has a super high follower count on Instagram (why are highschoolers so obsessed with Insta)

Kinda friends with all the teachers and so people call him a teacher's pet/tryhard (i'm TOOOOTALLY not projecting here)

One of the first kids to come out as queer (nonbinary) so he supports other kids and helps them with their own sexuality/identity

Though he mediates when his classmates fight, he secretly LOVES the drama and lowkey wants to be an enabler (but that would ruin his reputation)

Definitely comes from a rich family and probably helps fund the school- gets a lot of awards for nepotism reasons

Has tons of potential with his academics but never utilises it- he's more comfortable not studying and getting 80% than studying and getting 90%

Gets voted most likely to be famous in the yearbook

Iceman (the scary dog)

He's actually really good at school and gets pretty good grades. How does he do this? You'll never know

Always sits in the back of the class, but he's not bothering anyone back there so teachers don't care. In fact they'd probably rather have him back there because even they're kinda scared of him

Also knows a concerning amount about WW2, but it's less the gory gore stuff and more the war-y war stuff

Surprisingly good at humanities subjects. Never try to get into a political argument with him because he has his sources CITED

Though he's really scary and not many people would willingly approach him, he's actually really nice and gentle

Stands up for kids who get bullied and checks in on them sometimes

Scholarship kid

Likes loitering in the library and reads a lot in his spare time (he has tons of overdue library books to return)

If a bird or a bug or something flies into the classroom he's the one who's always designated to pick it up and gently guide it back outside

Always argues with teachers if they say homophobic/sexist/racist things and gets in trouble for it but doesn't care (a king)

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WIP Wednesday--Dragon's Pet

I was tagged ages ago by @medusapelagia Thank you <3

Life has been manic, and I realize I have several overdue updates...

This is from one of the 'overdue' WIPs--chapter 2 of Dragon's Pet (dragon-shifter Eddie/willing sex-toy Steve). Story is E-rated, though this excerpt is relatively M-ish, definitely sub-E.

Part one is here and the Dragon's Hoard series it belongs to can be found here (all on AO3)

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Steve remained on his knees, squirming, shivering in anticipation. He ran his fingers around his collar and his pinky finger slipped into a small metal ring. Eddie re-emerged, carrying a fine metal chain that resembled the deceptively strong ones he’d already tethered Steve to the cave wall with.

“Oh crap,” sighed Steve, realizing where the chain would go. Eddie looped it through the ring on Steve's collar, fastening it in place, then took a step back holding the end like a leash. He yanked it, so Steve tumbled forward onto his hands and knees. Steve jerked his head up, glaring and pouting.

 “Very good, Pet,” said Eddie.

The press of the collar against Steve’s throat raised gooseflesh across his bare shoulders. “I’m not a goddamn puppy.”

“No, you’re my sex kitten.”

“Right. If you piss me off, do I get claws too?”

Eddie’s hungry grin gleamed in the darkness. “I love it when you’re a brat. You looking for a spanking?”

“You said you were gonna make me feeeel!”

“Patience, Babe. We’re gonna have fun, I swear.”

Eddie pulled Steve back up onto his knees, took his chin in his hand with a brutal pinch. He kissed Steve roughly and very thoroughly, as if cleaning out any essence that Steve had left of Steve and replacing it with himself.

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@stellaescriptum Asked :[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

"Fjord! My feet are literally going to fall off" Jester lays against the tree, the back of her hand resting against her forehead. "I pinky promise that I just need you to carry me for like, f i v e minutes" Her hand springs up from her forehead, wiggling all fingers as if it is enough to convince him. When he kneels down in acceptance, Jester practically pounced onto his back. "Ah~ That is so much better" A laugh spills from her lips once he begins walking again, something like triumph expressed on her features. "Five minutes, swear" She teased, her head resting down against his shoulders.