#i got like the whole post ready and then walked away for like a solid 30+ minutes whoops

[kineticallyanywhere]

Monkey’s Paw pages 137-139 ( START HERE || ao3 || previous || next ) AU after episode 62. The Omega Dads try a more desperate gambit, but   careful what you wish for. Our dads find alternate versions of themselves in a strange dreamscape. If you die in the dream, do you die in real life?

straight up made this conversation longer just to fit the Nick Jr House gag

[mindibindi]

Sometimes Things Just Work Out

Re-watching season 24 of SVU and some shippy themes emerged post-"Blood Out" that I haven't seen commented on, at least on here. So as we all know, Blood Out (24.12) gives us this telling moment:

The VERY NEXT EPISODE, "Intersection" (24.13) opens with a pretty extended proposal scene for what is just the teaser. The couple is played by two very appealing actors who get to establish their history and exchange cute banter, and there are some definite Bensler undertones:

New York is also Elliot and Olivia's city, bringing them together the first time around to fight crime and reuniting them more recently. Their entire relationship has taken place within the city limits. Without it, Elliot might still be back in Italy (or Queens) with Kathy and Olivia would be a single mom with a solid career and 5-star therapy routine. You might think the comparison is a stretch....UNTIL Josh with the cute topknot turns to his wisecracking gf and says she taught him the most important lesson of his life, which is:

Josh proposes, Emma joyfully accepts. But in the car ride home, there is a touch of sadness to their happy moment as Emma invokes her recently deceased sister. In EO terms, this loss could be said to reflect the shadow of Serena Benson, who never got to watch her daughter marry, settle down and have a family with the love of her life. Emma also worries about losing her engagement ring, which she of course does, when disaster quite literally hits them.

I won't go into the crime, which is horrific, but Emma and Josh's reactions are also reflective of Olivia and Elliot. Olivia meets with Emma a couple of times, noting that they seem to love each other very much and assuring Emma that she and Josh will get through this trauma. At their second meet, they discuss the fact that Josh has ghosted Emma and SVU, which...I dunno about anyone else, but that sounds pretty fucking Elliot Stabler to me. Speaking about the loss of Emma's sister, Olivia fills in the blanks with this:

...which is interesting. It implies that Olivia has used that enormous, unhealed wound of Elliot's departure to dwarf and diminish subsequent traumas and, in particular, her assault at the hands of William Lewis. Much like she used her mother's neglect and ultimate abandonment to shield her from feeling the impact of the many professional and personal wounds she experienced during her tenure as Elliot's partner. By using these deep personal wounds, inflicted by the two people most important to her, most loved and formative, she can shield herself from incoming hurts that are less personal, less predictable and less familiar. If so, if holding onto those familiar, formative wounds acts for Olivia as some kind of strange protection, that simultaneously honours those she loves most, then that would explain her resistance to letting go of the hurt Elliot caused when he walked away. Hence, her not being ready for a relationship after two plus decades.

While Emma refuses to give in to the trauma of her attack, Josh, much like Elliot falls into self-pity and self-blame, distancing himself from his fiance:

This whole ep gives "Paternity" vibes, since the couple are hit in much the same way that Olivia and Kathy were, triggering Elliot's chronic catholic guilt. And as the case continues, there's a whole web of marital affairs, because we're working on a theme here. Another EO parallel emerges with Bruno's marriage breakup. After visiting his ex, it's revealed that he drunk-dialled her, only not really cos he wasn't drunk. You know, kind of like Elliot showing up drugged to Olivia's apartment to spill his long withheld, deeply smitten guts. Bruno knows the fault is his and holds out hope for a reconciliation, to which, Liv gives a qualified maybe:

So...Olivia believes in love when it's new and fresh, even believes love can survive massive trauma. Buuuuut she isn't quite so sure of how to change directions on a love that has been heading in one direction for a long time.

The case concludes with a tense confrontation between a cheating wife and her rapist husband: bitter accusations and droll comments ensue. But the happy couple from the beginning survive their trauma and vow to protect one another from then on. The lost engagement ring is returned to Emma (analogous perhaps to the compass necklace that will no doubt return to Olivia at some meaningful point in time). It is at this point that Liv tells them:

Well. That's quite the pivot.

Oh, but wait, Benson ain't done being hopeful about mending fractured relationships yet. Because then she turns to Bruno, who admits that (like Elliot) he wasn't unfaithful (to Olivia). He was just unreachable, unavailable, avoidant. It wasn't a lack of feeling. It was just a lack of action, a lack of courage. Olivia's reply echoes the hope Bruno expressed earlier:

All of this is highly suggestive of Liv either consciously or unconsciously working through what happened at the end of "Blood Out" with Elliot, her questioning her words to him and mulling over his reply. It reflects EO's recent history of fracture and hesitant attempts at mending, despite their counter-productive coping strategies. That last line certainly suggests that she wants to be won back by the love of her life, even if she isn't too sure how to let go of the hurt she's used as a shield for ten plus years. Her changing comments throughout the episode suggest she does believe in love, she believes it can survive the worst traumas imaginable. She has absolute conviction in the possibility, the right even, of victims, survivors and even detectives she barely knows to pursue love and healing, reconciliation and fulfillment. The question is whether she believes in that possibility as strongly for herself and Elliot Stabler.

[fandomwritingbit]

(bf's dad) william afton x (fem)reader pt.2!

WARNING: swearing/blasphemy. smut. oral sex (male) vaginal sex, age-gap, inappropriate relationship, guilt. sort of exhibitionism, sort of. 

NOTES: afab reader. After hiding her "session" her besie mate's Michael's dad, reader avoids them both for a couple of weeks. But Mr Afton catches her off guard in a shop shit goes down... Cameo from big tescos and another character crops up a bit later on too. 

Pt.1 here

It had been easy to move on from your night at Afton's...in practicality. You'd been able to physically leave William Afton at the door. After cleaning yourself up, post the mind-blowing sex, you'd look Mr Afton in his eyes and implored him to never mention this to Michael. He'd scoffed telling you that you'd needn't worry, his tenuous relationship with his son wouldn't be improved by bragging to him that he'd fucked you stupid against the side table in the living room. Still though, you'd promised yourself that you wouldn't engage in this inappropriate shagging again, even if the thought of his solid frame pinning you against the wall made your mouth fucking water.

And you'd stuck to it, of course not going over to Michael's again, shit not even speaking to Michael really. He'd come up to you at Uni the following day and the second his dark eyes locked on to yours - so like his father's - you were filled with guilt and the image of Mr Afton. And the worst part, you sort of enjoyed it. God, he'd asked you why you looked so tired that day, you nearly laughed: "Well mate, I'm knackered because last night when I came over to see you, your dad gave me the best fucking I’ve ever had and I stayed up all night reliving it over and over again.” Of course you didn’t really say that, you’d thought it though, so you’re pretty horrid. In reality, you’d quickly made up some excuse about staying up late doing your coursework and got the fuck out of dodge, avoiding your friend’s eye line all week. Then the week after.  And then today.

 ~

It was Tuesday evening, not that it mattered really, you were so run off with your feet with pissing work to do you weren’t really counting days: truth be told you’d almost put the whole situation out of your head. 

You’d think your local big Tesco would be quiet on a Tuesday night, but of course it wasn’t, there are fuckers everywhere, stocking up on alcohol most likely, you want to yourself but no, your budget certainly isn’t allowing that. You make your purchases as fast as the bloody queues will let you and head for the door. 

Stuck in your head as you’re leaving, you hear a crisp whistle - the kind that says ‘yoo-hoo’ as opposed to the wolf variety - and you turn, ready to tell some teenager to swivel. But no. Of course. OF FECKING COURSE. At the end of the aisle you see a chuckling Mr Afton slip just out of sight. The reminder that he existed and wasn’t just something you’d wank to, nearly made you double-take, you were close to just walking out and pretending you hadn’t seen him, but the man obligated you to approach when he re-emerged beckoning you over with a mouthed “Away, y/n.” So you went over, wrapped in a lovely blanket of nervousness.

Rounding the corner of the aisle to where he stood, you didn’t stop yourself from looking him up and down, yeah, he was still a good-looking bastard. You weren’t a jittery sort of person really, yet this man threw you so much on the back foot you couldn’t find anywhere to look. 

“I know it’s cliché: but fancy seeing you here.” He rested his elbows on the front bar of his trolley, bringing himself to your eye level, you’d forgotten what an impossibly tall fella he was. 6′6 at least, crazy in comparison to you or indeed anyone.

You weren’t exactly sure how to respond to him, eventually settling on:

“Yeah, believe me I did not expect to run into you.” You were smiling as you spoke, partially at your own embarrassment and at the stupidness of the situation - this is exactly the sort of thing that would happen to you, the universe must really have a grudge at your expense. He laughed at your curt response, the heat of your cheeks exposing your discomfort at this encounter.

“Charming. Am I really that bad? As far as I’m aware, we left on good terms.” He was teasing you, shaking his head as he spoke mockingly.

“We really did, sorry I’m just-” Just be fucking normal, you internally berate yourself, this really isn’t that shocking. “I don’t know... surprised to see you.”

He nodded, bringing the back of his thumb to his mouth as he considered your statement. There was something about silence when stood with this man that you couldn’t stand, it gave you time to think about last time: about his hands pulling you across that table by your ankles, the feel of his chest against your head as he pounded into you, good God. 

“I get that, sweetheart. Jesus, I hardly believe you’re real.” He laughed briefly before continuing, “When Michael talks about you now, I have to remind myself to behave.” The mention of Mike’s name made your eyes widen, you were lost in the effect Mr Afton had on you, it almost physically hurt to be slammed back into reality like that.

“Yeah, I can’t even look at him at the moment... He does this thing with his head as he listens to someone talking, like tilts it to the side. And you do exactly the same thing.” You looked down as you said the last part, unable to hide the slight smirk grazing your lips; seemingly knowing what you were referring to, he grinned. 

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding him then?” Yeah, mate, that really isn't the half of why you've been staying away from Mike. “He’s been complaining after you all week... to be honest I think he’s got a little crush on you.” Eyeing you up as he spoke, he watched you rub your arm in awkwardness, bloody hell you were a sweet sight to see. 

“I feel bad.” You somewhat explain, hands rising into a shrug. He moved closer to you slowly, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was about in the aisle behind the two of you, running his tongue between his lips before he spoke.

“Well...” he leaned down close to you and you gulped, the invasion of your personal space should have been unwelcomed, but it really wasn’t. Quite the opposite, you pressed your thighs together, the smell of him arousing you more than it should be possible. 

He continued; his voice low “Do you feel guilty ‘cos you did something wrong? Or because you enjoyed it?” You laughed, almost in disbelief that he said that and that when he did you felt butterflies like an idiot. Squaring up to him nearly, you kept your eyes anywhere but his as you replied shortly.

“Both. But also because I’d do again.” He was very bloody close to you now, unable to help himself once you’d said that. He felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his trousers, the idea of fucking you again driving him near crazy.

“Oh. Would you now?” His breath stroking the side of your neck as he talked. 

An old woman walking past the two of you towards the cereal aisle, reminded him of where he was and what he was doing: flirting hard with a lass half his age in a fucking Tesco, poor Ethel didn’t need to see this. He moved away from you and for a brief moment you forgot how to stand up on your own.

 Checking the time on his watch, he smiled to himself. “Did you walk here?” He asked innocently enough, somewhere subconsciously you must have been able to tell where this was going, but it hadn’t been brought into the light yet.

“Yeah. I don’t live far away.” Your eyebrows narrowed as you answered, the important part of your brain not up to speed or grasping the relevance of this question.

“It's late, I’m giving you a lift.” It was a statement not a question and you giggled at his blatant excuse to get you alone.

“Do I have a choice?” “Nah. it’s dark out. I think.” he said smirking, craning his neck to try and see over the aisle divides to a window. 

“They’re tinted windows, mate.” You laughed into the back of your hand. He nodded his head pulling a face that said, ‘yup I realise that...now’. 

“Alright.” he grinned, voice reeking of mock offence. “And how was I supposed to know that, you minx?” You shrugged, still grinning at him. “Anyway, my point stands.” 

“Isn’t this the same thing you did last time? Using my safety as a ploy to keep me around?” you enquired, doing your best to try and wind him up. It looked like it was working but in fact your cheekiness just made him want to pursue you more - he had exactly the same issue last time. 

“Yeah, and you bit then too.” He winked at you, before beginning to push his trolley out of the aisle. You shook your head, hating that it was this easy for him to make you want to follow him. For fuck’s sake you barely knew him! This was something they warned you about as a kid, really not a good idea to get in strange men’s cars, especially when they evidently have an ulterior motive: and yet you were still going to, weren’t you.

~

When he was done checking out, he met you at the door to the shop with his bag. And you follow him like a lamb to his car. It was dark and he smirked at you smugly, a mouthed “I told ya '' on his lips made you giggle as you got in his front seat. He joined you, seconds later, and that familiar feeling of nervousness crept up your spine as you were in the confined space with him. 

“Well, lovely. Where am I taking you?” He watched your face for reaction and you froze a bit, deer in headlights and all that.

“I should say: nowhere. And get out your car...” you think out loud, sitting up in your seat a bit, mock motioning to the door handle, which prompted him to press the lock button on the driver's side, rather dramatically, he just grinned, not even moving his gaze from you. Man, he’s something else, you think to yourself. Just blinking in response before you turned fully towards him in the seat, giggling mischievously.

“You’re kidnapping me?” you state, raising your eyebrows in feigned disapproval.

“I wouldn’t say that. It's more...” he paused thinking, half a smile on his face. “Smuggling. I’m not kidnapping you, just moving you from one place to another.” He ran a hand over the top of his head, chuckling, you really always had something to say. “

Ah that makes it okay then.” you say sarcastically, snickering at the look on his face. “But... stupidly I might ask if I can come to yours.” Your own audacity was really surprising you, not long-ago sharing floor with this man made you unable to string together a sentence; here you are now, a hair trigger away from saying ‘Oh aye mate, I’m after going to yours on the hope that you’ll shag the life out of me again.’ 

He didn’t say anything to you, just sniggered as he turned on his car and began making an exit. He’d really hoped that that would be your answer, God, he’d been banking on having you again, in truth there was a lot more he wanted to do to you, and he’d been thinking about it non-stop for the past fortnight.

~

The journey back to the Afton residence really wasn’t very long, only about 15 minutes due to the lack of traffic, the roads deader than that poor old Ethel in Tesco. As you began to recognise the familiar turn of the road, the stupid flitting butterflies came back; unlike last time this was a deliberate choice with the activity about to transpire on the table, in consequence you were practically buzzing with nerves just thinking about it. 

The time in between stopping the car, taking the keys and unlocking the door, and Mr Afton cornering you in his bedroom passed in a blur, maybe it was the nerves, more likely though the arousal. Let’s face it, all your cards were known and neither of you could wait much longer. 

You had so many comments to say about how boring his bedroom was, honestly it was like a showroom, no personality just bed, tv, drawers. It was very fucking clean too, you had a joke banging around in your head about his last encounter ending in a professional deep clean, but before you could demonstrate your comedic genius, your back was against the wall and his tongue was down your throat. You couldn't complain though, nor did you want to. 

There was just something about how he kissed you that knocked the air from your lungs and filled your pretty little head with cotton wool; it was embarrassing really and part of you sort of hated him for being able to do that. So, in true stubbornness you elect that this time the bastard’s not bettering you. Pulling yourself away from him, he grunts slightly at the lack of contact, his arousal evident in front of you.

“Where do you think you're going?” His voice thick with restraint, it was taking a lot for him not to grab you right now. But there was something about the mischievous glint in your eye that made him hold on - at least for now. 

“I hardly got to have a look last time. I’m doing it now.” you state, the ability to be clever gone. It was true, in your rush during your last meeting, you’d been too focused on yourself to get a proper gander at the bloke before you and there’s no time like the present. 

Though your face felt hotter than the sun, you find the courage to start undressing him, unable to glance at the snug expression leering down at you. 

“You just broke your own fucking clothes rule.” You couldn’t help but laugh, his voice was a bit too serious given what he was saying, but you suppose that’s understandable when you have what he’s thinking with in your hands. Moving to continue, he catches your arm. Clearly, he wasn’t joking about the rule because his hands are cold against your flesh, sliding under the fabric of your shirt, close enough to your waistband that your legs quiver slightly. Hooking the shirt, he pulls it from you, grinning at how your bravado had faltered a fair bit already and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Satisfied?” You ask, the grin on your face not nearly as brave as you wanted it. The way he was looking at your chest told you the answer already, he looked hungry, and the only thought bouncing around his brain was how crazy you were driving him.

Not letting him distract you too much, you slide your hands down his torso, eventually landing at his belt, which you soon pull free. With a hum of slight amusement from above you.

“God, you’re driving me fucking mental.” He half-moaned, breaking into a slight chuckle at the sight of you, it was disbelief. Honestly, he’d only popped out for some shopping.

Perhaps you’re enjoying playing with him a bit too much because before you can even get to your knees to take this ‘exploration’ further, you can feel your knickers clinging to your slick. You hadn’t even really seen it last time, he was big, almost intimidating, and for a moment you kneel looking at him, before slowly taking hold of his cock, smirking as you dare to look at his face.

Continuing with your agenda, you take the tip of his cock in your mouth and run your tongue over it, now able to taste the precum already there. The thought of him aroused just from seeing you at the shop made a pang of want chime through you.

As you became more confident with it, taking more of him, a firm hand grabbed hold of your hair - not guiding your movement exactly, but grounding himself. You weren’t able to take all of him, but you didn’t need to, your focus on his tip and simultaneous stroking with your hands was more than enough. 

The groaning above you almost made you want to smile in a kind of dirty victory, but you keep focused on your task. You were a bit too good at this and not wanting to... ‘over-exert himself’ too soon, he pulls your head away, quickly bringing you to your feet.

“Did I offend?” you ask as he turns you from him, biting kisses down your back whilst experienced hands pull your clothes from you. It didn’t pass you by that doing so was somewhat considerate, the marks he was leaving wouldn’t be seen by anyone else, they were personal. 

“Fuck, no.” he answered finally, through a smirk. He’d stripped you so fast it could have been a magic act and now you stood, naked, save for your panties. His fingers plied under the fabric and began toying with your abundance of wetness. God, you were fucking precious, your little mewls as he played with your clit, making his cock ache. Stiffening, as he changes the patterns he draws on your bundle of nerves, you feel the pressure of your high building, he was much too good at that. Pressing his fingers into your pussy from behind, your back arches involuntarily, the mix of his digits pulling slowly in and out of you and the mean biting kiss he burned into your hip was insane. 

And before long you were so desperate that you pulled away from him with the intention of enticing him to you. But you didn’t have to, he grabbed you and turned you to face him, so quick that you giggled in his rush. 

Letting him push you back onto the bed, you can’t manage to shift a stupid smile off your face.

“God, you’re fucking precious, you.” 

You’re laying on your back and he kneels between your legs, not wanting to mess around any longer. The sight of your wet little cunt was too damn tempting and slowly stroking himself he rubs the tip of his cock between your folds, spreading your slick and laying a blanket of anticipation at the pit of your stomach.

So many dirty words were on his lips but before he could say any of them the clear sound of the front door slamming made both your heads turn. You look at him with half a grin and look back to the door to hear the sound of heavy feet clumping up the stairs: Michael was home. 

Of course he fucking was, now of all times. Not 5 minutes earlier, not 5 minutes later, now. As his dad was teasing the dripping entrance of his best friend’s needy pussy. Both breathing heavily and fuming with his arrival.

You see the older man fold his lips between his teeth, an expression of unbelieving annoyance beginning to form. But you wanted it too much, and the idea of your mate being in his room was not enough to stop you raising your hips to feel William’s cock pressing against your hole. 

A voice above you, makes you look up. “You don’t care that Michael’s home?” he teases, letting you continue rubbing against the length of his cock, having to battle with the urge to shove into you, as he knew just how thin the walls were in this shit house.

You laugh a little, “I’ll be quiet...” you try, voice as sweet as the arousal between your legs. A sudden hand grips your hips, pulling you up with ease, the tip of his dick pressing just inside you, enough to make you gasp. 

“Not if I’m doing a good job, you won’t.” He laughs, thrusting halfway inside you, making you yelp in surprise, a hand flying to your own lips. “See?” He continues chuckling, but the feeling of your walls tight gripped around him, broke him down enough to thrust shallowly inside you. His hands holding your hips to keep you still whilst he did so, the image of your lip between your teeth testing his patience.

From in his adjacent bedroom, Michael’s head piques in doubt at what he was hearing, but the realisation of the low grunts of his father mixed with a steady whimper of a lass, made his jaw drop slightly in disgust and disbelief. He turns his tv up, trying to distract himself, shaking his head.  

“I-I don’t... he won’t know it’s me...” You begin, your persuasion interrupted by the moans he plucked from your lips. “He’ll think you’ve got some random lady in here.” And that was enough for him.

Sold.

He pressed himself fully inside you, setting a slow but tantalising pace, his cock deep and brushing that fucking amazing spot inside you, that made you whine.

You’re so close already, all his teasing had paid off, and you find yourself gripping at his forearms, eager to taste your climax. Your fluttering walls give you away and the man above you smirks as he presses his thumb to your clit, circling it, slamming you into orgasm sharpish. 

“Fuckin-” you start, lost in the pleasure that coursed through your veins. You felt so fucking tight around him like that, pulsing sporadically around his cock, fucking bliss. He groans, dragging your body forward, his hips rutting against yours, fucking you through your orgasm. Near addicted to it, he pulls you so far, your lower body completely off the bed, useless to do anything but accept the pace you were given which had become rough. The sound of the two of you was accompanied by skin slapping hard against skin, the lewd noise of your cunt taking what he gave you topping it all off. You were so fucked up already and couldn’t give less of a shit at that moment, only clawing at what parts of the man you could reach. 

From across the room your phone buzzes unnoticed. Messages from Michael, relaying the events that you already, but shouldn’t have known. ‘Can’t fucking believe it’ - ‘my dad’s got some lass over and I can hear everything 😭’

God, you wanted to fucking cum again, rolling your hips to meet William's thrusts, trying his restraint. You were like a vice around him and the moaning was taking him over the edge. As much as it pained him, he pulled himself from you, grinning at your almost instant,

“What are you-” 

He takes hold of you, picking you up from the bed and dragging you across the room, slamming your desperate body against a wall, your back to him. For a moment you’re confused, not exactly complaining, but confused. 

“If he can hear it... he might as well hear it all.” he grunts into the back of your head. You’re about to protest this, but it's lost in your head when he presses back into you rough, fucking you dumb from behind. Everything else was gone, except the want to feel this man cum inside you. You were close yourself and the laboured groan against your skin, pushed you closer to your edge. His pace was hard, but becoming more erratic and greedy against you, the thump of his chasing clear as day on the other side of the wall. 

“Fuck, I’m going to-” You didn’t really need to hear the rest, cutting him off with an eager plea for him to cum inside you. He presses you flush against the wall and you smash into your climax as he hits you just right, your flexing grip triggering his own. His pace stammers as he cums, each movement accented with a near animalistic grunt. Your eyes were wide at the feeling of his release inside you and beginning to trickle down the back of your leg.

He holds you there for a moment, before slowly pulling out, wanting to see just how pretty you looked with him dripping out of you. Turning to face him, you smirk, your face hot. 

Seeing him looking at you thoughtfully, your brow raises, 

“What?” 

“We’re not done.”

~

God, long one there! 

PS: sorry Michael, even I feel kinda bad about that lmao. 

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State of the WIP Address

Nothing like a deadline to get a thing done, amirite? I'm just amazed that I got my Secret Santa fic done a whole 24+ hours ahead of posting time. I truly thought I'd be up all night sweating it. I guess all I needed was the SO to be gone for the evening so I could make it happen.

Think I might start cracking the whip on modern dom!Pero tonight too....

Tasty teasers under the cut.

STATE OF THE WIPS

I have one million projects happening, but these are the pieces I’m actively thinking about and working on at the moment.

SECRET SANTA Where it’s at: It's finished!!! I'mma post it tomorrow with all the other Secret Santas. I really hope my giftee likes it. I really hope anyone likes it. If not, I get it. It is a bit of a downer. Tasty teaser:

He only sat long enough to watch the churchgoers file out of mass, many of them with people they loved, humming, happy, cheeks glowing in that way when one steps into a fresh cold after being an hour or two in the warmth. And once the square was empty again, he stood, gave only a fleeting look to the river, and then walked resolutely down Yaëlle’s street. A little house with a red roof and a candle in the window. He stayed for supper and came back many nights after. And then one night he never left.

TROPE FIC: MODERN DOM!PERO Where it’s at: Playing the wip game this week and answering Leslie's ask about this really zinged me into full gear and I have to admit that I had to tear myself away from it to work on my Secret Santa piece. But. The feedback and comments actually helped a lot and I need to rework a couple of sections before I dive back in, but I think I'm ready to rock on it, so expect this one soon. Tasty teaser:

“Did I…Did I do something wrong?” You don’t know where it comes from, this sudden neediness for him to clarify what just happened. When he turns you notice first the way he looks you over, matter-of-factly. “No, of course not.” And then you notice something else…that he’s physically aroused. He doesn’t move to hide it, nor does he seem to let it otherwise affect him. “This is not the place. I won’t take advantage of you here. Another place and another time. When I can worship you properly.”

TROPE FIC: ALPHA!JAVI Where it’s at: Again, the wip game did wonders on my motivation on this! And knowing that Birdie is out there enthusiastic about it makes me want to get it going again. I'm focused on Pero at the moment, but I'll be back at this one soon enough. I have one little thing I really need to figure out, but other than that, I'm confident in bringing this one around. My favorite scene so far is reader's first heat, and my second favorite is the moment where everything goes terribly wrong. So get ready for more sweetness and angst I guess. Tasty teaser:

You’d sat smiling out of the car window on your way to another weekend at the Gutierrez compound, knowing full well that you’d return with a mark on your throat. You’d need to remind Javi to bite hard, to make it last. He was gentle enough that it might not take at first.

TROPE FIC: SEX POLLEN!OBERYN Where it’s at: I think I stepped away from this one too long. It's okay. The outline is solid. I just have to get Pero and Javi taken care of and then I can start working on this one again. Tasty teaser:

“Ellaria? Thank you. This is very kind.” Slowing in the courtyard and wearing the sunshine like a shimmering cloak, she returns to you once more. “It is you who are the kind one here, Pet.” “Me?” Her nod is slow, suddenly vulnerable. “You called me Lady. There are not many from outside these walls who would do that when they know who I am.” “But…you are very much a Lady.” She smiles, allowing this, turning to go. “And you are a guest. Even so, the Princes would want you taken care of. I am merely at their service. And yours.”

GOOD. THINGS. TAKE. TIME. Where it’s at: The asks are all sorted, and Shell is coming up next.... Tasty Teaser: I don't have anything written yet, but one of the asks I'm answering in the next installment is: "Does Preciosa ever get jealous thinking about Pats' other clients?"

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING: WINTER Where it’s at: I've been daydreaming about it, so that's a good sign. I did slap down some dialog that came to me the other day. Ellie's gonna get mad. No teasers for you. Get ready for some darkness.

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My review of Double or Nothing 2024

Overall PPV Rating- 8.5/10 stars

In-Depth look under the cut.

I'll start with the pre-show matches.

Deonna vs Rosa- 8/10 stars. Really solid match for a pre-show bout. Both Deonna and Rosa got some good spots in. I was sure that Rosa was going to win, but Deonna pulled one out from under her. I'm expecting the fued to continue until maybe a street fight of some sort between them. It was a good opener to a night of action.

The Acclaimed vs Cage of Agony- 7/10 stars. Max Caster my beloved. Loved the rap and the shenanigans as always. Action was chaotic in a good way. Brian Cage never fails to amaze me with his insane build. Dude is a monster. Very entertaining match to watch.

Now onto the Main Card

Roddy vs Will- 9/10 stars. Almost a perfect match! William Ospreay you are allergic to having a bad match. The actions was entertaining and kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. I got to see Matt Taven be sexy which is always a bonus. (Mr. Taven please call me) I can't wait to see what kind bangers Will is going to put on now that he's champion.

Post-Roddy/Will shenanigans- ADAM COLE BAY BAY. So happy to see my sinster short king back and ready to cause problems. also. MJF YOU SEXY BITCH. Love the new tattoo pookie!! I can't wait to see the post breakup between these two get MESSY.

Bang Bang Gang vs Death Triangle- 8/10 stars. Jay and Pac aka my two fav greasy little bastard men going at it! Great to see Penta and Fenix back in action again! Death Triangle is so cool. The Gunn bros were chaotic lil weasels as well. They are learning from mother Jay White. and JUICE ROBINSON MY GREMLIN MAN!!! WELCOME BACK POOKIE!!

Orange Cassidy v Trent Baretta- 8/10 stars. Emo Orange you are so special to me. My heart hurts seeing them be mean to one another and I might have cried a little bit. Great match between two men that used to be so close! Emotional for everyone.

Toni Storm vs Serena Deeb- 6/10 stars. I didn't pay that much attention to this match tbh. Serena Deeb is boring to watch if you ask me. Girl had no chemistry with Toni. I did enjoy Nigel being a simp on comms though. And seeing Mariah and Toni be gay is always a plus! Most boring match of the night but still a solid one.

Jericho vs HOOK vs Shibata- 5/10 stars. The action in the ring was good. However, TONY KHAN YOU WILL PAY FOR NOT ONLY LETTING CHRIS FUCKING JERICHO KEEP THAT BELT. BUT ALSO MAKING FUCKING SHIBATA TAKE THE PIN AND RUINING BRYAN KEITH FOR ME.

Adam Copeland vs Malakai Black- 9/10 stars. It would have been a perfect match but Malakai lost so. This was a match for the sickos and i ATE IT UP. Blood! Violence! Religious Symbolism!! It had IT ALL. RIP to Adam's knees after jumping off the cage. Also welcome back Grangrel you funky vampire man! The fake-out apot with Brody and Buddy was dope. I got swerved hard with that one. Second best match of the night if you ask me.

Willow vs Mercedes- 7/10 stars. I'm pressed as fuck that Willow lost. The action was solid. You know these girls dont play in the ring. I get that Mercedes is supposed to be a huge star. But my girl Willow got ROBBED. And you take away Kris and Stoke from her??? We can't have nice things in this house.

Swerve vs Christian- 7/10 stars. This was also a solid match. Swerve ddin't get to be nearly as unhinged as i'd of liked. But thats fine. It was fun seeing the shenanigans with Mama Wayne, Nick, and Luchasaurus! Match had me second guessing Swerve winning a couple of times I'll admit.

Anarchy in the Arena- 10/10 stars. BEST MATCH OF THE NIGHT. Oh my god this whole match was INSANE. It baffles me that Darby Allin is even walking after everything that he's gone through then he comes out and does insane shit like this?? Getting hit by a bus? Hanged??? Sir, please seek help. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time!! I'm looking forward to seeing this Bucks gimmick end. I hate it. Cringe. All the spots were great! Had me engaged the whole time.

[hoes4matthew]

Don't Get it // Pt. 1

Warnings: slight angst, a little fluff on the end (?), toxic gf, use of y/n (sorry), that's all I think.

Summary: Chris' first girlfriend ends up being toxic, he always comes to you to escape from her.

Authors Note: this one is a little longer then my others

Chris' pov:

Me and my girlfriend have only been dating for about a month, probably less. But she still took it opon herself to post us on my insta while I was in the shower. Not even a photo that could be brushed off as friends.

Even after we had a whole conversation about how I wanted our relationship to stay between a very small amount of people. But still, she got into my phone and posted a picture of us kissing, the caption saying, "hard launch<3".

Even if I did want our relationship to be public I definitely wouldn't do a hard launch. I'd probably just drop little hints. Even after that I'd feel like I'd never go publicly about us officially dating.

This probably should have been something that made me a little suspicious, or something. But nope. I just brushed it off and figured she forgot it something. Right? Or maybe she was just really excited to tell people about our relationship.

To be honest, I was really scared to even get in a relationship in the first place. Not just because it would be my first, also because I've been scared of having a girlfriend for a while. When she first asked me to be her girlfriend I freaked out and ended up leaving on read for two hours, almost three if it weren't for the help of y/n. I didn't really mean to leave her on read I just didn't know what to say.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I shoot you from my sleep, apparently way to fast because my head hurt and my vision went blurry. It wasn't something uneussal. I normally get up too fast and end up having to sit back down. A sat there for a minute, waiting for it to go away before I got up. I stumbled out of my bed and slipped on some pajama pants.

I can't tell if I was just too tired or didn't care, maybe both, but I put the hello kitty pajama pants on that y/n got us. She beged me to match with her for a solid week till I caved. I don't admit it to her but honestly I found them really cute. Not because their hello kitty, but because they're matching with her.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"I'm coming!" I yelled out, but it came out as more of a raspy whisper. I slowly dragged my feet as a walked over to the front door. I was still barely even awake. My eyes were still half closed and I couldn't really see anything. But I didn't really even need to see anything too know who it was.

She pushed me too the side and walked in, closing the door. She didn't even look at me her eyes where locked to her phone. My eyes followed her as she sat down at the kitchen table, I stared at her, waiting for her to look up from her phone, but she never did.

"Get dressed. We're going to a party." She didn't even look up from her phone. I looked her up and down, he had a short skirt and and a crop top. It took me a while to actually process what she said.

"What? Now?''

She always did this. She'd always make plans without me knowing and tell me at the very last second. Giving me zero time to get ready. And I'm sure she took all morning too make sure she looked perfect. And I have to go looking like I haven't slept in weeks.

"Yes. Now."

She looked me up and down and immediately rolled her eyes when she saw my pants. Her eyes went back down to her phone.

"Didn't care to tell me sooner?" I walk off into my room as I say this. Maybe I could sneak pout the party half was though. Thing is, she was my ride home. I could call y/n, but she doesn't like y/n. She says that she's a bad influence. I don't know why, she's only meet her twice. I don't care what she says when it comes to y/n. She's been my friend since 2nd grade, I'm not just gonna stop talking too her.

I faintly got dressed after zoning out for a while. I just slipped on some sweet pants and a hoodie. A walked back out, she was deeply distracted in her phone, per usual. I cleared my throat so she would notice I was done changing. I thought she would just get up and start walking out with me, always. She stood up and pointed towards me.

"I don't like the attitude you've been giving me." She can't be for real. I'm the one with the attitude? I just shook my head, looking to the floor.

"I'm not..at least I'm not meaning too. Sorry." I guess this was good enough because she walked out, with me following behind.

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Once we were at the party, as a thought, she drifted off with her group of friends. I put my hands in my pocket, just standing there. Nobody even bothered to look or talk to me. I could have not came at all and it wouldn't make a difference.

I didn't know anybody. For the most part it was all girls. Some brought their boyfriends, who were well dressed and looked somewhat interested and glad to be there.

Unlike me, I was just there. I really just felt like a waste of a person. As I look around I see I'm the only person not dressed up. I've barely even been at the party for 15 minutes and I wanna leave.

I walked over to the bar thinking maybe if I got a drink it would help. Just a Pepsi, not even any alcohol. I asked over too the bar to ask for a Pepsi but I barely got my words out before the girlfriend came over.

She shook her head at me and turned to the bartender, I really didn't know what I did wrong. There's always something with her. Sometimes when she's mad I know exactly why and other times I'm clueless.

"Don't give it too him, he's not allowed drinks this early.''

Not allowed? It's not even and alcoholic drink. Even if it was, she's not my mother and she shouldn't be telling me what to drink. It's not even like I have to worry about drunk driving, I can't drive ether way.

"But it's just-"

She hushed me. As always. Everytime we got in an argument she wouldn't let me get any words out. And when I did she completely ignores them.

"No drinks.''

She repeated. Her voice louder this time, some people turning to look at what was happening.

"I just need something too wake up! It's just some sod-"

"I don't care what it is your not drinking this early!! And that's that. I don't care what you say or do I will not let you get a drink no matter what. God, you always start problems Chris!! This is why I don't take you to parties.''

She raised her voice more. More people turned and gasped slightly. She casually walked off back to her friends and started laughing and joking around like normal. I'll never, ever, understand how she switches up so quickly.

I sat there in shock and was slightly upset. I put my hood up over my head, embarrassed by all the people looking. After a while a got up and just walked out. I couldn't deal with this party anymore. She can yell at me more it later, I don't care. I just needed to get out of there.

I pulled out my phone and called y/n, sitting in the curb as a waited for her to answer. A smile appeared on my face as I heard her voice through the phone.

"Hi!!"

"Hey..can you pick me up." My voice shook slightly, I tried to sound as clam as possible but apparently I'm not too good at that. I could hear the tone of y/n's voice change.

"What? Are you okay? Where are you you? Are you hur-" She was always so caring, so worried about me when I ask for help with anything.

"Shh. I'm okay. My girlfriend just dragged me too some party..and just- I'll explain more on the drive home come you just please pick me up."

"Don't worry I'm on my way."

Your POV:

I pulled up to the address Chirs gave me. I saw him on the crub with his hood up and his head down. Once he saw my car pull up he quickly lifted his head up and walked up to the car. I could already tell he'd been crying, his eyes where all red and he tear stains on his face.

He got into the passenger seat, sniffling as he buckled himself. I drove away , I didn't look at him. I knew one of his least favorite things was people seeing him cry. He already knew where everything was in my car. He opens the top console and grabs a tissue, wiping his tears off.

"What did what she did this time." Just thinking about her, thinking about the stories Chris has told me, it made me wanna smack some sense into her. Chris was silent for a bit before speaking.

"The usual. Yelling at me for something stupid. I just wanted a Pepsi y/n, why does she have to act like that?"

I shook my head slightly. I really wish I could have an answer for him. I'll never understand how somebody could just act like that to somebody they love.

I decided to change the topic, I knew we stayed in the topic any longer he'd just get more upset.

"Wanna go to the gas station and get a Pepsi?"

I could almost feel him get happier. He sat up in his seat, a smirk spreading across his face. He wiped his tears away with his sleeves.

"But I don't have any money."

"I'll pay"

[anjumstar]

Sand Lines ch7, Monday

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rating: teen

pairing: bakudeku

word count: 40.6k/40.6k

summary: It wasn’t a vacation. It was only convenient that Katsuki’d managed to trick Miruko into thinking it was.

Katsuki doesn’t need a break. Post-war life has been peaceful. Too peaceful. So under the guise of a vacation, Katsuki heads to the American southwest, the only place where he can do the thing he wants to do the most: blow stuff up. Big time. And it’s all going to according to plan for about five minutes, until Deku comes along. They’ve barely seen each other since graduation last year and Katsuki could, should blow him up for getting in his business yet again. Instead, they learn about post-war life in the way they’ve done everything: together.

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They didn’t share beds again. It was too much, too soon.

A relationship should start with a strong foundation—that’s what idiots with unsolicited advice always said. The foundation came first and provided support for everything else, and nothing else could be built until the foundation was poured and hardened.

That wasn’t what Katsuki and Izuku were.

Their relationship was like sand.

There were fragments of it. Some strewn to the wind, some in the same place for a long time. But they were messy and shifting and by no means built with a solid foundation. But they say that with enough sand, eventually the weight from the top compresses the bottom most layer into something solid again. What once was sand would become stone. And the more stacked on top of it, the harder it would get. 

And right now, the new granules were pouring like desert rain. 

Their alarm went off while the sky was still as dark as it had been when they went to sleep. Their flight wasn’t a red-eye—little blessings—but they were still looking a good twenty-four hours of travel dead in the face. And that was if they experienced no delays. They’d lose a whole day traveling this way—it’d nearly be Wednesday by the time they arrived home.

They hadn’t packed the night before. The drive back to the motel after leaving White Sands was slow—Izuku had wanted to enjoy the starlight and Katsuki couldn’t blame him. And while it hadn’t been too late, the unholy hour that they’d have to wake up at had sent them both to bed, suitcases exposed and belongings spread throughout the room.

The only thing accomplished the night before had been dropping his cooler and umbrella outside a closed thrift shop. The rental car was empty of everything but sand.

Katsuki smacked around the nightstand to find his phone and shut it off before finally rolling out of bed. They had to pack, they had to eat breakfast, they had to check out of the room, and then they had to drive all the way back to Texas. Then sit in a couple tin cans in the sky for seventeen hours.

“Deku,” Katsuki grumbled, hurling a pillow in his general direction. “Get up and put your shitty super speed to decent use.”

A spark of teal lit up the room as Izuku caught the pillow with nary a drop of moonlight to see by.

“That do it for you?” he asked, cheeky before the lights were even on.

“I meant packing, shithead,” Katsuki said, flipping on the light. It revealed Izuku’s body to him, his bare chest and one thigh just beginning to poke out of the blanket, covered only by a thin set of boxer shorts. Attraction was a devil and Katsuki wasn’t ready for hell. Yet.

He looked away, walking to the sinks so he could brush his teeth and get his toiletries ready to pack. Maybe splash some cool water on his face and keep the blush at bay.

“It’s hard to use super speed in just a small room,” Izuku said, rustling behind Katsuki as he got out of bed.

“Sounds like a wimp who’s not up for a challenge.”

Izuku was beside Katsuki in a blue-green flash, hip-checking him as he reached for his own toothbrush. “How’s that?”

Katsuki gurgled around his toothpaste, some attempt at a growl, but the frothiness of his mouth stripped away the edge.

“Kacchan…” Izuku started, slowly putting a bead of toothpaste on his brush. “This wasn’t…just a vacation thing, right?”

“Wha?” Katsuki asked, taking his toothbrush out and talking around a mouthful of minty spit.

“Like…a vacation romance? That doesn’t follow us home?”

That was enough for Katsuki to spit out the toothpaste.

“Let me get this straight,” Katsuki said. “You think I’m gonna do this shit with you here, and commit to working with you full time, only to turn this shit into some G-rated fling?” Katsuki grabbed the hand in which Izuku held his toothbrush and shoved the brush into Izuku’s mouth. “Shut the fuck up.”

Izuku pulled the toothbrush out, a line of spit following it. “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting to make sure—you’re not really the easiest person to read.”

“We got ice cream together at a pink retro diner frozen custard palace,” Katsuki deadpanned. “If that ain’t clear, I’ll have to find whatever pride flag is appropriate, smack you with it, and then fly the blood-

soaked thing from my apartment.”

Izuku frowned. “You see how that might not be especially clear?”

The thing was, clear wasn’t what Katsuki had to offer right at this red-hot moment. Confused, sure. A little gay, fine. But clear just wasn’t in the cards, and judging by Izuku’s lack of words on the matter, the water he was wading through was just as murky as Katsuki’s.

Izuku had always looked to Katsuki for answers, but when they were young, every question had been simple. What’s this kanji? How’d you skip that rock? How’d you dribble that ball? Now they were both equally out of their depth and they’d both have to help each other figure things out in a way they’d only just begun to do.

Katsuki rinsed his toothbrush and put it down. Then he pressed a minty kiss to Izuku’s cheek. It was rough with little hints of morning stubble but plush and round with youth.

“Happy?”

Izuku’s face turned pink, almost orange in the yellowed artificial light. As Katsuki turned around to continue packing, he heard a squeaked little, “Yep!” and then the sound of a toothbrush vigorously going.

Without a hamper or a washing machine, the dirty clothes had ended up somewhat strewn around the room. They all had made it close to their respective suitcases, but not quite in and definitely not folded.

They’d all be going in the washer the moment Katsuki made it home, but everything would fit nicer folded, and he wouldn’t bring shame on his family if customs decided to open his suitcase and investigate.

Everything smelled of sweat and lingering deodorant. Wafts of the past week hit Katsuki as he folded every item until he got to a black shirt that was different.

It was the shirt Izuku had worn on Saturday. The shirt he’d been wearing when Katsuki lost his mind and kissed him. The shirt that had looked so funny on him but also staked Katsuki’s claim on him before he’d even known what he was doing.

It smelled like Izuku. His slightly more woodsy deodorant and multiple layers of sunscreen and sweat from a day in the sun. And it smelled like Katsuki too, his detergent, and his laundry all entangled. It was what they smelled like when they were intertwined, or if they did domestic things like laundry together. If they lived together.

Katsuki shoved the shirt in his bag. Too much too soon. No sleeping together and no imagining living together. 

“I’ll wash that!” Izuku offered suddenly, obviously done with brushing his teeth. Katsuki tempered his surprise, hoping it didn’t show on his body.

Katsuki imagined the shirt coming back to him smelling like Izuku’s detergent. It was a nice thought. It’d be an easy excuse to see each other again soon.

But Katsuki didn’t need an excuse now. And if he wanted a shirt that smelled like Izuku, he could steal one any time he wanted.

“Nah, I got it,” he said. And then he came across a bag that he’d shoved in his case, underneath the layers of clothes and other bullshit. “Here, this belongs with your stuff.”

Katsuki lifted the bag behind him, over his shoulder, face blazing. Izuku muttered things about not knowing what the bag was, not remembering buying it, and there was the telltale rustling of the bag being opened. Then there was a gasp. Then, the next thing Katsuki knew, he was being glomped from behind by a minty-fresh nerd. 

“All Might!” Izuku exclaimed.

“It’s Katsuki, actually,” Katsuki grumbled sarcastically.

“Kacchan!” Izuku cried. His hold was tight, unaware of his strength as he held the integrity of Katsuki’s ribs between his arms. “I love it, thank you!”

“Yeah, well,” Katsuki said. “Was a pretty good vacation. Should have some souvenirs.”

“Oh my gosh!” Izuku exclaimed, pulling back. Katsuki’s ribs were grateful, but a part of him missed the warmth of Izuku’s breath on his neck. “We need omiyage!”

Omiyage was a hassle when your friend group was twenty people strong. Between the two of them, there was no way they were bringing forty souvenirs total for their friends, not counting their parents and maybe some of their teachers and coworkers. Miruko, perhaps, if she deserved it after the shit she’d pulled. Then, suddenly, Katsuki had an idea.

“Finish packing and I know exactly what we can bring.”

*

Hours later, they’d made it through customs, both suitcases stuffed with the entirety of the motel’s continental breakfast, all wrapped in individual servings to give to their friends and give them the full experience of America. Honeybuns and breakfast cereals and, well, the fruit they’d actually eaten themselves. It made up for the week of breakfasts they’d skipped, or at least that was the logic Katsuki had given as he’d looked the checkout clerk dead in the eye and swept all the danishes into his bag. Fair was fair.

Since Izuku and Katsuki hadn’t bought their tickets together, their seats weren’t together either on the flight from Texas to Los Angeles or from Los Angeles to Japan. It’d be seventeen hours of horrible, mouth-breathing strangers, all making it even harder to sleep than it already was for Katsuki in a flying room full of people. Despite the jetlag and the early morning, Katsuki wasn’t convinced he’d sleep a wink.

“Boarding group D.”

Katsuki stepped forward to begin boarding the plane. Izuku had bought his ticket more last minute, maybe pulled strings to get on the same flight at all, so he probably had some shitty seat over the wing or right by the bathroom where the seats didn’t recline. Boarding group Z or something. 

The domestic airlines were shit. Tiny seats, no televisions, and the only food offered were tiny cookies and tins of juice. But the flight was less than two hours, and that was all that was on Katsuki’s mind as he stomped to his seat in the middle of the plane. It all went wrong before he even sat down.

“Wow, you’re Dynamight!”

A whole week of blissful anonymity, gone in a moment. The plane broke out in quiet murmurs, and Katsuki caught a quiet, “Who’s that?” “Is that a hero?” He wanted to roll his eyes until they got lost in the hat that should have at least partially shrouded him from this nonsense.

And of course, the guy who he was seated next to was the one who’d started the whole thing.

He was some kind of bro. A deep tan on his arms, a faded baseball cap on his head. Maybe the same age as Katsuki himself. It was always so hard to tell—his class had aged so fast. Scars and lines of concern running all over their skin.

Katsuki sat down heavily, a grunt his only word of acknowledgement towards his row partner.

“So cool!” the guy continued, as though they were in conversation. “Were you on vacation?”

Training, Katsuki wanted to snap back, but that wasn’t quite how things had ended up, was it? “Yep,” he said shortly.

“Ah, that’s awesome,” the guy said, a bit of a drawl spilling out. He was probably from this dusty place. Maybe trying to do something bigger in Los Angeles. “You earned it.”

Katsuki wondered if that was the kind of platitude that all Americans said. If this guy just recognized Katsuki from an internet video he saw sometime or if he had a real idea of Katsuki’s stats, of what it had taken for him to get his license and go on to sit on this slow-boarding plane today. If he had any idea whether Katsuki had deserved it or if he was blowing off work because he was an asshole.

Maybe Katsuki was only wondering that because even after all of this, vacation still didn’t feel like a word meant to be spoken alongside Bakugou Katsuki.

“I love it when heroes chill,” the guy said, testing out the seat’s recline even though they hadn’t taken off yet. “Makes me feel like I’m not an idiot for, you know, not looking over my shoulder every minute and having pepper spray on hand at all times.”

Katsuki turned to the guy. His eyes were bright blue, like All Might’s. “What’re you talking about?”

The guy shrugged. “If you feel safe, I feel safe. If you can take a break, that’s a good sign, right? Even if you live on the other side of the planet. You been keeping up with what’s been happening in Japan?”

Shockingly, Katsuki hadn’t. He and Izuku hadn’t spent much time on their phones. Minimal texting, news updates, or social media. If something big had happened, he’d like to think he would have heard, but what else had he missed?

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” The guy shook his head with a small smile. “Seems like you haven’t missed much.”

At that point, Izuku finally made his slow way down the aisle, keeping his broad shoulders hunched in on himself so he didn’t bump into the seats on either side. He saw Katsuki immediately, because of course he did, and a big smile rose to his face, as though they hadn’t been in each other’s company every second of every minute of the last six days.

But somehow, Katsuki smiled back. Even as the guy next to him gasped, “Hero Deku!” Katsuki couldn’t push down the warm, sappy feeling that came with Izuku smiling at him.

“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed as he passed by. “See you soon!”

Katsuki could feel the flickering of the guy’s eyes between the back of his head and Izuku as he found his seat in the back of the plane.

“You traveling together?”

Katsuki grunted. A week ago, the answer was a hard no. Together implies some level of collaboration. Partnership.

“Yeah,” Katsuki said. “He’s…yeah.”

It took ages for the damn aircraft to take off. When it finally did, the tanned patchwork of the American southwest gave way to the rugged mountains which gave way to the smog and sprawl of Los Angeles. Less than two hours in the air.

As the plane taxied, Katsuki heard a voice hissing behind him. “Kacchan! Kacchan, I think we’re gonna have to run!”

Impossible. Their layover was supposed to be an hour and a half, which Katsuki had picked on purpose because he didn’t want to be stuck sitting in America for any longer than he had to be. But it was plenty of time to get from one gate to another, even in an airport as large as LAX.

Or it would be. If they ever found a place to dock the damn plane.

The time that it had taken them to take off in the first place had landed them behind schedule and now every moment spent driving around the airport ate into that hour-and-a-half time slot. Less than an hour now, actually.

When the plane finally docked, Katsuki was perfectly willing to elbow his way off the thing if it meant getting out faster. But it wouldn’t be worth his time if Izuku lollygagged in the back of the plane like Katsuki knew he would. Not because he wasn’t in a hurry, but because he’d let everyone go before him. No elbow throwing to be seen.

So that was how Katsuki came to stand just outside the plane, toe tapping impatiently, memorizing the map of the airport terminals on his phone, refreshing to make sure their location hadn’t changed at the last minute. 

“Kacchan!” Izuku breathed when he finally escaped from the plane. “Let’s go!”

They took off. Izuku had the momentum, so he was a step ahead, but he was grabbing Katsuki’s wrist and dragging him right behind until the wheels of his carry-on sorted themselves out and Katsuki caught up.

A laugh escaped out of Katsuki’s mouth, and it almost made him miss Izuku’s twin sound. Both of their laughter echoing together through the jetway. It was such a special sound, one that didn’t come out when things were always so serious. When they were always saving the day or training themselves up to do so.

They laughed when they were safe. They laughed when their job was done. They laughed when they were together.

“To the shuttle!” Izuku instructed as they burst forth into the boarding area.

They ran through the airport as one oversized force. Two huge, hulking heroes, hands intertwined, with luggage flailing on either side. When they finally made it to their gate, it had only just started boarding.

“Where’d they stick you for this one?” Katsuki panted, reaching for his phone to pull out his boarding pass, brightening the screen to the point of blinding for the scanner to be able to read.

“Oh, um…”

Izuku flashed his boarding pass at Katsuki, and Katsuki only had to read the seat number to know that the boarding group was A. Somehow, this loser had decided to pay out the nose for a first class ticket. Well, if there was ever a time to do it, an overnight flight was that time.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki said simply, keeping his own pass to himself.

“It was the last seat available,” Izuku offered weakly.

“Whatever,” Katsuki snarked. “Hope you’re passed out the whole time.”

Izuku grinned. “Me too, honestly.”

Katsuki didn’t even realize that their hands were still locked together, warm and sweating from the run, until Izuku let go in order to move ahead in line. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s group hadn’t been called yet, so he had nothing to do but wait.

The plane boarded. This time he passed Izuku on his way in, the nerd already stacked high with blankets and pillows. Katsuki’s seat didn’t have either of those, but there was a small TV and the seats were more plush and spacious than on the previous plane. If he could sleep, none of it would matter anyway.

He went unrecognized this time. Or if any of the Japanese passengers recognized him, they were subtle enough not to say anything.

Then Izuku showed up again.

“Excuse me?” he said, and for a second, Katsuki thought he was talking to him. He was about to give him lip about being so formal when he realized that Izuku was looking over his shoulder to the woman sitting beside him. “Excuse me, miss?”

“Yes?” she said, taking out an earbud and looking at Izuku with confusion.

“Well, uh, I was wondering if I could trade seats with you?” Izuku asked. “See, this is my friend here, and, um, I’d like to share the flight with him, if that would be possible?”

The woman looked befuddled. Eyebrows cinched, nose turned up.

“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience but, you understand, well, he’s…a very important person to me,” he blathered on. “And so I hope it’s not too much to ask.”

It was great that there were no eyes on Katsuki, as his cheek color burgeoned to a warm, bright pink. What did very important person mean anyway? What would Izuku call him if they weren’t in public?

Katsuki glanced back at his seatmate, still looking like she’d swallowed a piece of unripe bitter melon. He could sense her mouth about to open into a rejection when he butted in. “His seat is in first class.”

The woman’s face brightened. She was out of the window seat in five seconds, not even waiting for Katsuki to move his legs out of the way. Then Izuku was next to him and it was like they were back in the oversized SUV again, sitting side by side in surprisingly easy company.

“Hi,” Izuku said once he was settled. “I hope that was okay. I just figured…give it a shot, right?”

“Can’t stand a moment without me?” Katsuki asked, grinning. “What are we, brats again?”

“I could stand it,” Izuku disagreed. “I did for the last year. I just…don’t have to. And maybe I wanna make up for lost time.”

Time was something that the two of them kept losing. Through the bulbs of an hourglass were years of their adolescence, months lost in the war through comas and self isolation, and the last year of not knowing what they were doing. Sands lost to stupidity and circumstance.

“Good,” Katsuki said, and as the captain began speaking over the intercom, Katsuki leaned his head on Izuku’s shoulder. He was tired, and his body was still sore from all the training. Izuku was warm and his shoulder was broad and padded with muscle.

Katsuki didn’t even remember taking off.

Tuesday

The flight was long but getting through customs was short. The wait for their luggage was long but the ride to their apartments was short. Too short as they split their separate ways to separate parts of the city, the farthest apart they’d ever lived. Then, in the early evening in Japan and early morning in America, Katsuki went to sleep alone. 

Wednesday

The sound of the buzzer ringing pierced Katsuki from consciousness, and he was up and out of bed before he even knew what he was doing. Some Pavlovian impulse to open the door for whoever was downstairs, he supposed, but as he marched to the door and the morning fog lifted from his mind, it seemed more than likely that he would let them in only to blast their face when they made it to his door. The sun wasn’t even up yet.

It was too early for breakfast, but someone was getting cooked.

Of course, when he saw the grainy black-and-white security camera footage of an idiot lifting a plastic bag up and waving, he rolled his eyes and buzzed said idiot in. He’d decide whether to cook him or not when he got to Katsuki’s door.

Idly, Katsuki thought maybe he should just give the guy a key.

He hadn’t moved from the door by the time the knock came, and Katsuki whipped it open to reveal Izuku’s  face shift from surprise to happiness. “Kacchan!” he exclaimed. “I brought breakfast!”

Breakfast had no smell and the rustle of convenience store plastic, but Katsuki couldn’t complain since he hadn’t eaten anything since about the time they’d been flying over the International Date Line. When Katsuki peeked in the bag, he saw rice balls, drinkable yogurt, miso soup, porridge, and fruit. And that was just what was visible on top.

Izuku shrugged. “I didn’t know what you wanted? Kacchan needs his protein!”

Katsuki snatched the bag and brought it to the kitchen. He may have emptied out the fridge before leaving for his trip, but he still had hot water and could heat and reconstitute everything in minutes.

“I know I’m going into the office this morning,” Katsuki said as he started opening packages and Izuku leaned against the counter. “Last I checked, you don’t work till tonight. Why’re you awake?”

“Actually, I changed my schedule,” Izuku said, munching on a rice ball. “Not from now on or anything, just for today. Early shift.”

“Following me again?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been able to help it.”

It was shockingly domestic. The meals shared and carpooling and partnering up had been one thing—it had been bonding—but this was different. This was in Katsuki’s home when his teeth were not yet brushed, about to go to work and do what he did every day. It was integration. It was what they should have been doing the whole time.

“Soup,” Katsuki said, putting down a small, steaming bowl of miso soup and a set of chopsticks on the counter. Then, almost as an afterthought, he pressed a kiss to the side of Izuku’s cheek. It was rougher than yesterday with stubble from the day of travel, rushing over to Katsuki’s apartment without even looking at himself in the mirror.

They were both efficient eaters, always scarfing down food quickly before getting back to school or work, so it wasn’t long before they were heading out and taking the train together to headquarters. Their bodies were pressed together on the train, everyone stuffed tight with morning rush hour. 

It would be so easy to pull Izuku close, wrap his arms around his waist, rest his chin on his shoulder. But they weren’t there yet. They weren’t public—even if they were public, they didn’t have a label—and as it was, Katsuki didn’t know what to do with his hands. So he kept them at his side and focused on staying balanced on the train so that he didn’t go crashing into Izuku the next time the train stopped.

Although, maybe that didn’t sound so bad. It’d probably be easier.

*

“Thought you were slick, huh?”

Miruko kicked her legs on top of her desk, making a loud thump thump that sent paperwork and the packaged honeybun they’d just given her to the floor. Thump.

“Hope you’ve learned not to pull one over on me, blasty.”

Katsuki scowled. “Learned not to trust you farther than I can throw you.”

“So you must trust me quite a bit,” Miruko retorted. “I expect you’re stronger than ever after what you tried to pull.”

Miruko grinned and Katsuki bit his tongue. He couldn’t go against a compliment.

Izuku laughed and that drew Miruko’s attention back to him. “And you, changing your schedule at the last second so you could come in this morning?”

It felt like they were back in high school, sitting on a couch together with All Might sitting across from them. Once again, they were a fledgling team with hardly a clue about how to move forward together. They’d figured it out on the fly back then, and they could do it again now.

“Kacchan and I have some proposals that we wanted to talk about as soon as possible.”

Miruko put her arms out towards them. “Please.”

“Japan has been fine this last week,” Izuku started. “I looked up the incident reports and arrests, and I could show them to you but I already know that you know that Japan didn’t fall apart without us. So it would also be fine if we worked together, instead of spreading out our power. Other heroes will rise to the task, and we’d be happy to mentor sidekicks for just that reason.”

Izuku sounded a little stilted and stiff, like he might have typed the speech and memorized it before bringing it into the room, but it was all sound enough. Basically what they had talked about just a couple days ago.

Miruko looked to Katsuki. “Do you want to be hero partners with Deku?”

Katsuki nodded. “We should at least be given the chance to try it out.”

“I agree.”

Katsuki blinked. He’d expected at least some kind of a fight. Maybe a kick to the solar plexus.

“Look, we’re still settling after the war,” Miruko explained. “Our numbers are still down, and I think most of us are paranoid. We’ve been painting with broad strokes, trying to figure out how we can do things differently from last time, how we can set ourselves up for success. We tried separating power, but hey, if you boys want to try something different, let’s see if that works. Saving the world shoulda earned you both some kind of cache.”

“So…that’s it?”

“That’s it,” Miruko confirmed. “Well, I mean, you will have to fill out new paperwork, and the two of you definitely have to figure out how to make a new schedule work with this lineup, ‘cause I’m sure as hell not doing it, and so I guess that’s what you’ll spend the rest of the day doing instead of boom boom smash smash on the streets. Oh well!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, scooching his chair back and letting it screech against the floor. Whatever, it’d probably be best to rest up more before hitting the streets anyway. He was about to reach for the door when Miruko’s voice, sickly sweet, came from the desk.

“Oh, and Deku? How was your vacation?”

Katsuki and Izuku exchanged a glance. “You mean mission?”

“I mean vacation,” Miruko said smugly. “You think I really sent you to America to look after Katsuki? I thought you were smarter than that, sucker.”

“Wha—” Izuku looked back and forth between Miruko and Katsuki, bewildered, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that yeah, you were supposed to make Katsuki take a chill pill for once in his life, but to do that, you’d have to take a chill pill too. If you made him vacation, that’d mean that you’d have to do it too.”

It was so obvious Katsuki wanted to smack his head against the wall. Maybe through the wall. They’d both been severely played. And the proof of it spread across Miruko’s face from ear to longass ear.

Miruko grinned. “Bye now!”

The two of them left, and Katsuki made no effort not to slam the door on his way out. Ears that big, let them ring from the noise.

As they walked down the hallway to the elevator, their knuckles brushed against each other, and Katsuki’s fingers twitched in Izuku’s direction. But he kept them to himself, whispering to Izuku instead, “We can’t let her find out we’re together, or she’ll be even more smug.”

“Insufferable,” Izuku agreed.

“Are we…telling anyone?”

Anyone in their lives had a chance of being equally as insufferable, honestly, it was just a matter of duration. Most of their friends were annoying enough to cling onto it for a long, long time.

“I don’t think we have to?” Izuku said. “We’re still figuring it out. Here. We’re still figuring everything out.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki agreed. “We can’t let them see us be amateurs at this.”

“Number one only,” Izuku agreed.

They’d have to work for a few hours, fill out that paperwork and figure out the scheduling nonsense and whatever else Miruko tried to kick their way. But there was no reason why they had to stay at the office to do that. And after that, the rest of their day was free.

“Y’know, the weather looked clear today,” Katsuki said as they stepped into the elevator. “I bet we could go on a hike.”

“I dunno, Kacchan, there’s no food in my fridge,” Izuku said. “I need to go grocery shopping.”

“Actually, I do too,” Katsuki remembered, thinking about the sad condiments languishing in his fridge with no meat or vegetables. “You know what, we’ve gotta find out what that jam tastes like on pork.”

Izuku groaned hungrily. “Yes, Kacchan, please. If you do, I’ll make the rice.”

“Ugh, it feels like forever since I’ve eaten regular rice.”

“I know, I miss it.”

“Okay, rice, pork, we need a vegetable.”

“Chiles? They tasted so good.”

“The spice will come from the pork, so let’s do shishitos. I have the shit for a glaze in my fridge.”

The elevator popped open and in a few steps they were out on the streets, back in the humidity and rainy season of Japan, time zone still recalibrating, mentally unpacking. Their hands continued to brush together, swish swish with every step they took.

Another grain of sand through the hourglass. And the glass became one speck clearer.

[but-a-humble-goon]

Okay this was originally spurred by this post but it sorta balooned into a whole thing. So anyway, if you wanted to do a comic where Cass and Jason met on the streets of Gotham as kids that could totally fit in canon I have a solid idea for something you could put in a backup story or something. We open in Alley Town, a young Jason Todd wonders aloud to one of his friends about the girl he doesn't recognise sitting totally alone looking a million miles away. The friend tells him nobody asks. She showed up just recently, never talks to anyone, never says anything. They don't know if she even speaks English, and she's got these scars all over her like nothing they've ever seen before. Jason drops the issue. Later that night, Jason steals from the wrong people. The Mob generally like their cars with the tires on as it turns out. Two of their meanest bruisers drag him into an alley and are ready to kick his teeth in when Cass spots him. She snaps into action. A few moments later Jason's attackers are out like a light. She glances back at Jason to check he's okay and their eyes meet for a second, before she just walks off, leaving him sitting there stunned. The next morning Cass wakes up in her nook in Alley Town, wrapped in blankets made of old newspapers and as she groggily looks around she notices someone's left a parcel by her feet. She tears it open and there's food inside. This could very well be the first time a stranger has ever shown her kindness. She looks around for someone to thank but nobody's there, then her stomach growls so she tucks in with gusto. They never learn each other's names. The final image of the story is years in the future, where Batgirl and Red Hood face off as enemies, neither recognises the other.

[seraphimsora]

Eyes of Eden

Hey Guys ! Its Sora here, heh. I'm making a brief appearance to fulfill my promise to post the fanfic, just remember that English is not my native language so there must be a lot of grammatical errors, I apologize but I hope you have fun anyway. I'm happy that my friend is taking good care of you while I'm away, I promise to be more present, at least on my Sundays. Kisses and bye bye. A work made by fan for fan. I do not own rights to Typemoon, NasuVerse and the Fate works as a whole. "This is the story of a girl who bent the world to her will. A mage who earned her throne as the queen among mages." Chapter 1: The Beginning of End. 

Day, afternoon and night, this is normally the division of time for people who walk unsuspectingly through the streets, their heads down in the face of the monotonous routine, never really looking at the skies, enjoying the breeze and truly living. People who could do whatever they want to be a difference, but continue to look ahead like horses wearing halters.

Even so, there is not only that, in this very gray world, there is the beauty of what stands out above everything else, usually poor artists and neglected young people, brilliant people with stifled dreams. All of these have hope in them, they laugh, they hug, they hit, these are worth watching.

A balance between good and bad people, the existence between good and evil and mainly true reasons why someone should have faith in these small and fragile selfish beings.

Yet I never thought that I would be the one to carry this faith, the last spark of hope for all those burned in the catastrophe at Chaldea.

I was just Olga's young ward, the daughter of the doctor and the genius, older sister of Marisbury's little experiment. I should be the last person who would carry this responsibility that was more of a burden than a blessing. Part of me wanted to believe that one day I would have a normal life, and the other knew that it was impossible with the amount of mysteries I had come into contact with, among all of them, there were the same visions that made me dream of that same catastrophe days before it occurred.

Gifts, curses, spells, magic, concepts that I was taught over the years, but that still didn't allow me to be ready for this moment;

12th century - England.

The smell of alcohol filled the air like a sickly and stuffy air freshener, if you stayed for a long time you would notice the strong smell of urine coming from the wooden pillars of the establishment. It was a tavern, modest but large enough to comfortably accommodate 30 people. Men laughed and drank with women on their laps or gambling their money like poor compulsive people.

In a corner, a hooded figure watched sitting on the solid wooden chair, his golden-hued eyes quickly fell to the glass of water he held in his hands. Her feline body was well hidden by the navy blue fabric, highlighting only the white hair that flowed down her shoulders and outlined her bust like waterfalls, that shade that looked very similar to the uniform beneath the disguise.

The woman's slender and young face, she didn't look older than 16, she listened not only to the music that beat in a happy rhythm, but also to the people around her, some even got excited and went to the middle of the floor to dance, It was fun for those mysterious golden eyes, a white and discreet smile came on the lips when a woman was pulled by her brother to join him in energetic steps.

It was possible to forget about her problems for a bit if she ignored that unbearable smell in the air, but the young woman knew that she couldn't and shouldn't, and this realization came along with the arrival of two more figures sneaking past the people in front of her.

However, when it came to wearing heavy and not at all discreet armor, it was difficult to sneak around without attracting attention.—Master, where are you?! — The figure with rustic armor covering even his face, just over 1.54, emerged from the tide of people who gathered on the dance floor, looking in the girl's direction. —- AH! There she is!

Behind this figure, followed a slightly taller young woman, wearing lighter but darker armor, her worried eyes looked at the people the more robust man bumped into, whispering sincere apologies.

Sighing, the one they turned to, she just lowered her hood, no longer seeing the need to try and be stealthy. Her hair was revealed to reach down to the middle of her back in wavy, platinum cascades like the color of snow, however it was still tied back in a ponytail, secured by a black bow.

—You came back, I thought you got lost. — She joked, finishing the glass of water and leaving it on the table in front of her.

—Were we following YOUR orders to look for information, while the pretty girl sat there? — The one with the horned helmet shouted from behind the mask.

—Sir Mordred, do you think I am beautiful? — She stood up past the two with a playful smile. — Don't worry, apparently, a drunk man talks more than a curious woman.

In disbelief at the quick action, the other girl who arrived late, looked scared as the girl walked past her towards the door. —Bia? Where are you going?

—Come with me, let's talk outside. — The young woman with golden eyes smiled, passing through the crowd of people until finally passing through the tavern door, followed by the two people. —King Henry IV, disappeared after the Grand Holy Grail emerged, his wife, Queen Catherine continues as ruler of the kingdom despite much opposition from the other land chiefs and vassals of the former king.

The girl with light pink hair held the shield and went after the knight and his master. —We heard two ladies comment on, there are rumors that there is a tribe of Saxons heading south ready to invade the villages, they conquered a good part of the coast with “demons”

— Anything different really turns into demons at this time. — Master said, looking at some children running from one side to the other. - However…. — taking a breath, she whistles with all her strength.

Mordred and Mash covered their ears for a few seconds, the three of them looking at the sky until a silhouette of a bird slowly approached. As the distance closed between them, the golden-eyed young lady extended her right arm covered in a leather glove, and the perfect sight of an eagle could be found landing on the offered limb.

-My lady. — The animal made a brief bow with its wings open.

—King Azrael. — She replied with a smile, her free hand scratching the top of the head of the one in her pose. — What did you find?

—An interesting number of monsters heading north, and some servants that don't seem like allies to me. — Closing its wings, the bird looked around. — Everything seems to follow a strange flow of mana, Lady.

—…I see…It seems that there will be no way, if we continue investigating on our own, it may take us a long time to discover the point of chaos in everything…let's head to the capital and try to have an audience with the queen. — She said looking over her shoulder at the two girls. — Is everything okay with you?

— Isn't our goal to find that fucking Grail? — The knight of betrayal crossed his arms. — Just find him.

— It's not just that… we need to correct whatever happened in this singularity… if, for example, it happened like that in that other world… — Thoughtfully, the young woman looked back at the eagle. — Azrael, I need you to call back Medusa and Arash…let's wait for them at the foot of the river to the north.

— Yes, my lady. — The bird spread its wings and flew towards another team.

As they walked towards the agreed point, the two girls and the knight lined up in a line. Biatrice, however, looked up at the saber-covered face, finding a suspicious glow of green behind the mask, as if she had just caught the gaze of the knight himself. Green eyes, thought the mage, showing a slight smile on her face, the young master turned forward, observing the path that stretched over rocks and gravel, the sound of the river current lightly sketching her existence along with the sound of fireflies flying from one side to the other. —May I know why you seem so happy? — The knight asked, raising his voice. — Did you miss a clown in my face?

Annoyed, the young woman closed her eyes for a second only to then turn to her sister. — Mash, tell Sir Mordred he has beautiful green eyes.

—…He's on your side-

—Oh, I can't see rude people, it's a rare condition that I must have developed along with my sense of dignity.

The knight now stared at his master's turned face without looking away for even a second, internally she felt her soul being burned by the man's anger. Mash sighed looking at Mordred, his face soon indicating hesitation for a few long seconds.

—Mordred a Bia-

—And also say, that the only attractive characteristic since his bad mood is so penumbral that it subdues the existence of any other qualities… you can even say that it gives confusion to those who notice, if they talk to a spoiled child or a grumpy old man , in his last days of life.

—Mordred… — A second of pause was necessary for him to completely think through the entire sentence and look again hesitantly at his teammate. —….Isn't that a little too cruel?

--There is ! Tell Master, Shield, that I didn't understand even half of what she said, because out of this witch's mouth comes only nonsense that smells like shit and has no meaning in being said to anyone. And if she really wants to offend me, let her step lower.

—-Oh! Tell Mordred, my dear sister, that there is no longer any existence under the bottom of the well, which is exactly where she is.

—But…you…are clearly hearing each other… — The young woman with lilac hair gradually backed away from the two figures. — Please stop this…

—What are you trying to insinuate, Maga? — Mordred stopped walking, placing himself in front of Biatrice.

—What do you think, Knight? — Crossing their arms under their chests, they both stared deeply at each other as if they were on the verge of falling into a bloodthirsty combat.

—Both of you stop! —- The younger girl jumped between them, quickly pushing them away with her hands. — We don't have time for that, sister!

Biatrice calmly blinked at her sister a few times and then looked at Saber, narrowing her eyes.

—I'll stop if he stops being so grumpy.

— “Grumpy”? I wouldn't be grumpy if YOU stopped making fun of me all the time!

—-I wasn't making fun, I just thought the color of his eyes was beautiful! — She replied with a more serene expression than a few seconds ago but with a higher tone of voice.

The knight froze for a few seconds. — … I … Tsc! Stop talking nonsense, master!

Turning his back, Mordred walked ahead, stomping as if he had just suffered a direct attack with pejorative arguments. Behind, Mash sighed deeply in relief at the calm of the situation.

—…What just happened here? — She questioned the youngest.

—… Hmmm… I'm starting to understand this person… — she smiled.

[havroth-traveler]

THE WAREHOUSE

The black of pseudo existence faded away and was replaced will dull gray concrete. I stood in a barely lit room. Scuffing my feet revealed that the room echoed. It looked like a giant concrete box. Maybe 300 feet to a side, and tall enough to fit a big house.

A packet of paper materialized and floated for me. "Welcome to the personal reality supplement" read the first page.

Right away I was presented with 500 points to build my home away from home. Specifically it seemed like I had the ability spend up to a week here between jumps. I could use the points to acquire a whole bunch of things, from plumbing, and electrical wiring, to apartments and even . . . fine art. I have no idea what I would use it for, but if I have a bunch of point to spend, I guess there's no reason not to use it The first thing I found was all of the options that were free. The warehouse which was already circled for me. i quickly added a box office, to get all the boxes I could need. I got an antibiotic field, a single access key, a loft, minor climate control, shelving, some florescent lights, an entry hall, and even a cleaning cabinet. It took a moment, but after all the freebies were circled, There was a pop, the nearly pitch dark room lit up, a door appeared on one side of the room, and I could feel a very slight breeze. I wouldn't have noticed it, if I hadn't been standing in a dark totally still and quite room.

Alright, 500 points left, and another 50 for every jump from here on. I started by circling the basics, water and electricity, some basic accommodations. [-250/250/500]. The basics done I quickly grabbed an separate and nicer living space(lofty loft {-50/200/500}). The document also strongly recommended I grab the medical bay{-100/100/500} I'm not sure where I'm headed next probably Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, but having the chance to heal will make everything much better. The last purchase was expanding the food options that would appear in the mini fridge in the living area. "Basic Nutrition" and "A Little Less Basic". I might be here for only a few days, but at least I get to eat some fantastic food. The last of my points spent, there was a handy little pop, and the warehouse changed again. I could see a new door on the side of the warehouse, electrical outlet appeared every few dozen feet along the walls. To my satisfaction I was able to set up shelves and several kinds of labeled boxes. Once I had a labeled place for things my equipment from the Pokémon jump reappeared. A solid nights sleep, in the dark, and rather empty bunk house, along with a few hearty meals, was enough for me to feel ready for the next jump. I walked into my entry hall and pushed to big red button.

-------------------- Personal Reality Supplement First Post

[3nbyblogg3r]

Struggles

Welcome, everyone, to the mess I call my life. I'm glad to have you here on the adventure. It makes this all less lonely. Strap in, today and last night was crazy.

So, I had a crush on my coworker at my last job. She has been out of work due to surgery and showed up at the holiday party last night. I was going to shoot my shot since I was leaving anyway, but she was hanging all over our other co-worker who got promoted up the ladder. I was crushed. I had another plan (another cute coworker)... they pulled a no-show. I text a sorta cute/lonely text. To my surprise, I get a text back, but It's distant and friendly. *sigh* well... I want to confront Sophie (the one who is with our coworker), but Idk if she'll tell me, or tell me to piss off... I just want some sort of closure I guess...

I woke up relatively early today to get ready for my doctor's appointment. This appointment has been, quite literally, keeping me alive for the past two weeks (at least). It has been the light at the end of the tunnel, the sign saying, "Everything is going to be ok if you can make it here." I was starting T this morning, or so I thought. The phone rings, it's my doctor's receptionist... calling to cancel the appointment. They had both their nurses out today, which meant no one to do shots. I wept for the first time today. I asked to see if I really needed to go back. I had already been there once and knew what I was doing. Did I need someone to watch me the first time? Hold music for a solid 5 minutes. The receptionist comes back on and I dry my tears. I can still come in. I still ended up getting my first dose of T. I've made it.

I decided to go to the local hockey team's pride night tonight because, well, I like hockey and I'm as gay as they come. I had to use the bathroom so I used the family bathroom (there wasn't any other kind of gender-neutral bathrooms, and I've done this song and dance a million times before). This time on my departure, I had a bathroom police. Great. This employee assumed a whole about me by telling me where I could and couldn't go to the bathroom. I tried explaining how I'm non-binary, and there aren't any gender-neutral bathrooms. Brian walked away. Yes, that is his real name. I'm not protecting the identity of transphobes. I tried going up to him and demanding an apology. Nothing. He walked away. I cried for the second time today. The company I was there with went to guest services about it. They gave them an apology for Brian's actions and told them he would be reprimanded for it. That's it. Nothing else... Happy pride night to me. I cried internally over my hockey nachos and tried to be as small as possible the rest of the night. I tried blending into the crowd. Tried enjoying the game.

I wrote a letter to the venue's management on their website. I won't post the whole thing here. It is to the effect of, "... this is rainbow marketing... felt like I didn't belong... his name was Brian... never returning... told all my gay friends". There's the spark notes version *nervous laugh*

Here I am now, writing in bed and wondering if I even should've sent that email... wondering if anything I'm even doing is making a fucking difference at all...

[buckyhoney-library]

Hey so I'm new to the whole 'requesting' thing. Anyways I have an option Bucky has a secret girlfriend. This'll take place between post-Winter soldier and post- civil war. Team cap has to go somewhere and Bucky wants to say goodbye to someone. Once they reach the readers and her and buck do some sort of act of love (hug, somethin special) and the team realizes that it's his girlfriend Thanks doll🖖✌️

Secret Girlfriend

A/N: This was a super cute idea 

Warnings: soft!bucky

Words: 1k

“Who’s he talking to? I thought we were his only friends?” Sam questioned, looking back as Bucky picked up his phone and left the room. Steve’s eyes following Bucky’s movements as he slowly paced the hallway.

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged, returning to packing his suitcase.

“I’m leaving for three weeks- tonight actually,” Bucky’s smile gets smaller as he informs you that you’d be without him for an extended amount of time. You stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond. You knew that stuff like this would happen when dating an avenger. Having to leave at a moment’s notice to save the world, there was a part of you that wished Bucky would have stayed. Coming up with an excuse to not go, but that would only bring an unnecessary concern to Steve.

“We got the orders a couple of hours ago; I wish I didn’t have to go.” Bucky huffs.

“Is there a way that I can see you before? Just to say goodbye?” You managed to hold back the tears. This would be the first time Bucky will be gone this long. 

          The two of you met just after he returned from Wakanda. You were working at the coffee shop he would stop by every morning. While making friendly conversation with you, he began to know you better, leading Bucky to feel comfortable enough to ask you to dinner. Of course, you said yes.

That was almost five months ago. Bucky having his own place, allowed him to be able to keep this part of his life private. It’s not that he didn’t want them to know, but it was something that he wanted to be sure of before sharing. You were also the only thing at the moment that wasn’t filled with history or was work-related. You had been his get-away from the fast-paced life of avenging.

“Yes, I’ll come by before I leave. Will you be home in an hour?” He asks, Bucky knew he needed to see you beforehand and a phone call wasn’t going to cut it.

“I’ll be at work, but you can still stop by. I’ll take my fifteen when you come in.” You respond eagerly. This gave Bucky a good excuse to stop before leaving for Germany.

“Perfect. I’ll see you soon, Darling.” His smile reappearing. “I’ll see you soon, just text me before you get here, bye Buck.” You hang up and start to get ready for your shift.

When he returns to the room to finish his packing, he was greeted by Sam and Steve with curious expressions on their faces.

“Who was that?” Steve gestured to his phone. Bucky just shrugs, “Old friend,” Sam chuckles to himself,

“Must be a really good friend if they made you actually smile instead of bruting in the corner,”

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          The van was all packed and everyone was inside. Sam and Steve taking the front seat, Nat and Bucky in the second row, leaving Clint and Wanda in the back row.

“Can we stop for coffee?” He as innocently as Steve drives out of the compound.

“Yeah, I think there is a Starbucks-“

“No, there is a coffee shop just off exist thirteen, like a block from my apartment.” He states, Sam looks back at him, raising his eyebrow with growing suspicion.

“Yeah, I guess that’s okay,” Steve replies. The car ride there was filled with small chatter between them. Bucky pulled his phone out to text you, letting you know he was almost there.

“Who’s ‘darling’?” Nat chuckles, glancing over at him.

“Nobody.” Steve and Sam look at each other, Sam starting to connect the dots. He doesn’t say anything but stays quiet trying to keep from teasing the shit out of him.

          When they pulled up the coffee shop, Bucky eagerly gets out. Leaving the rest of the team watch him as he went inside, but not getting in line.

“What is he doing?”

“I think Bucky has a special friend.” Sam teases, leaving the rest of the car to start theorizing.

          You put your apron on the rack as you get the text that Bucky was here. You see the car full of avengers pull up. Quickly fixing any smudges of makeup and fly-away hairs, you walked away from the counter. His mouth grows into a huge smile as he catches glimpses of you from outside. He takes your hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing them gently.

“Hi, darling.” His voice had softened since seeing you, losing the low grumble he usually has with the team. You truly bring out the inner softy in him.

“Hi,” You match his softness. He pulls you into a tight hug, remembering why he was even visiting you at work.

“How long before I get to hug you again?” You mumble against his chest. He kisses the top of my head pulling away, but not letting go of your waist.

“Three weeks, but I’m hoping for two.” Your face sinks into a pout, he moves his hands to cup your face. Slightly squishing it, causing him to giggle.

“You know your friends are looking,” You see past him, their eyes are glued to the two of you.

“He does have a girlfriend!” Nat shouts, they all watch as Bucky embraces you and kisses your hands.

“That sneaky bastard.” Clint laughs. Sam and Steve nod in approval as Bucky stares back at them.

Looking back at you, Bucky states,

“It’s okay, I knew we couldn’t hide it for much longer. They were getting suspicious about who was making me smile.” You grin at the thought of being able to get past, what left like vibranium, walls that the super solider had built up.

“I’m going to miss you so much; I’ll call as much as I can.” He looks at you with the most tender eyes. You nod,

“I’ll be counting on it.” You say in a warning tone. Instead of planting a kiss on your head, Bucky places the kiss on your lips. You kiss him back, soaking it all up before he pulls away.

“I’ll see you when you get home!” He smiles and nods, preparing for all the questions he was about to receive when he reentered the car.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Post Breakup Run-Ins [WWE]

Warnings: breakups, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, heartbreak, breakout them tissues, me listening to SOUR while writing this, more angst, roman’s part is FULL ANGST, broken hearts, Roman being an ass in Jey’s part and his own part, as well as Drews, asshole!roman, mentions of cheating, insecurities, heartache, alcohol, Seth’s part is short.

A/N: All two parts. This preference involves Drew Mcintyre, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Roman Reigns & Seth Rollins. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Drew McIntyre:

Drew and you were on different brands so a breakup was inevitable. Drew and you broke up before survivor series. You were lucky you haven’t run into him yet, but that was all going to change when survivor series happened.

You thought you could avoid him but you were so wrong. You ended up crashing right into his chest.

You were talking to Jey, so your attention wasn’t in front of you. nor was his he was looking at you. you crashed right into something solid. Nearly falling, put a strong muscular arm caught you. the familiar smell invading your nostrils. It was him.

You looked up. Staring into his eyes. he stared into your eyes.

The moment was interrupted by Jey when he pulled you off of Drew. Drew looked annoyed.

“Come on y/n/n,” Jey spoke, before dragging you away quickly. Drew and you stared at each other till you disappeared.

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“You, okay?” Jey asked noticing that you were spaced out while he guided you to Roman’s private locker room.

“Do you think I should talk to him; I mean the way he stared at me…” You spoke. As Jey and you walked into Roman’s locker room.

Jey fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t why you were under Drew’s spell. He broke your heart because you got drafted to smackdown while he stayed on raw. He couldn’t even bother to try a long-distance relationship with you. In Jey’s eyes Drew didn’t deserve you or a second chance.

“He broke up with you because both of you were on different brands,” Jey pointed out.

“I know but…” You sighed, but Jey cut you off.

“Y/n, if he cared about you, he wouldn’t have broken up with you, he would have tried,” Jey grumbled. Trying to prove a point to you. You must have forgotten all those nights you cried till you had no tears left to cry.

“What are you flapping your gums about?” Roman demanded. Rubbing his temple. Jimmy looked up from his phone, while Paul looked at Jey then at you, then back at Roman.

“Y/n ran into Drew and now she wants to get back with him, which I think is stupid,” Jey grumbled. Making you roll your eyes.

Roman let out a huff. Rolling his eyes. Obviously, you forget how much it broke you when he dumped you.

Roman composed himself. Looking at you. Making your heart jump to your throat.

“He broke your heart, y/n, he couldn’t be man enough to make it work, so he dumped you, broke your heart into pieces, you spent years trying to get over him, and now you want to get back together with him,” Roman hissed out.

“But…” You gasped out. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.

“I’m not done talking yet, you are better off without him, he isn’t a man,” Roman spoke in a cold tone. Like he was lecturing you.

Roman got up. Walking over to you. He gently rested his hand on your cheek. Eyes looking into yours.

“I don’t think your heart could take another heartbreak from him,” Roman sighed, stroking your cheek before leaving his locker room. Leaving you standing confused. Paul followed him, as well as Jey. Jimmy trailed behind but stopped beside you.

“Y/n, don’t listen to them, do what your heart tells you, if you want to be with him, then be with him,” Jimmy spoke. Making you smile.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” You beamed. Making him give you a playful wink before he left the room.

You quickly spun around. Opening the locker room door and walking out. Searching for Drew.

After about an hour of searching for him, you were about ready to give up. You couldn’t find him. Cursing to yourself. Maybe Roman and Jey were right.

Pouting to yourself you hopped onto a crate. Wishing the world would swallow you whole. You didn’t see Drew sit down next to you.

“Hey y/n, I’m surprised your guard dogs aren’t around you,” He joked. Making you look up. Surprise edged on your features.

“Drew,” You gasped out. Mentally cursing yourself.

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a minute or so of gazing into each other’s eyes, both of you broke the silence at the same time.

“I want to give us another chance,” Both of you spoke at the same time.

You smiled at his response. While he smiled back at you. Drew took a hold of your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours. Your heartbeat beating a hundred miles. Butterflies swarming inside of your stomach.

“I shouldn’t have broken up with you, these past few years have been torture,” Drew spoke. As you starred at him.

“It’s okay, all that matters now is that we want the same thing, and that’s that we want to get back together, to give us another chance,” You spoke. As Drew closed the space between him and you.

His other hand grabbing the side of your face. Lowering his lips down to yours. His warm lips pressing against yours softly. Eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you…

Jey Uso;

You avoided Jey, and if you did see him you would run in the other direction.

Ever since he joined Roman, he had changed and not for the better either.

Roman told Jey to forget about you, that you weren’t supportive and if you dumped him because he joined family then you never really did love him. The truth was Roman was manipulating him and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

At first, Jey listened to his cousin giving you death glares, but that all faded. He missed you. He missed your touch, your smile, how your hair smelt, how you laugh, he missed deep conversations with you. He was aching for you.

So, he planned to corner you into a corner.

“Jey, what do you want, here to glare me to death,” You asked. Placing your hands on your hips.

Instead of answering you he just grabbed the side of your face and kissed you roughly. Placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away.

“Jey…” You gasped out. Eyebrows furrowing.

“I miss you so much, I need you, I want you back,” Jey begged you. Making your heart ache.

“We can’t, you’ve changed so much, ad Roman hates me,” You sighed. Looking at him with sad eyes.

“Then what if we date in secret?” Jey suggested. Making you think for a second.

You let out a sigh.

“Okay,” You whispered. Jey was close enough to hear. He smiled before kissing you again.

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Jey let out a content sigh, as you snuggled into his bare chest. Both of you coming down from your high, after having multiple orgasms.

You traced his tattoo. Looking at a bruise of his in concern. Jey knew you weren’t fond of Roman. Or his actions, in fact, you liked to call him a self-centred asshole. Telling Jey he is manipulating him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind, well dirty mind?” Jey asked, winking at you on the last line.

You moved your head up, looking at him, to see him staring at you. You playfully rolled your eyes. Lightly swatting him. Jey let out a fake ow.

“I just… I wish your cousin wasn’t so self-centred. He could come and save you when you get attacked by his opponents,” You sighed. Pouting at him.

“Don’t worry, babe,” He replied. His hand cupping the side of your face.

“But I do, you get hurt, and he doesn’t, it’s hard not to,” You sighed heavily. Jey had to distract you. He was still horny, so he thought why not go for another round.

“Let’s not talk about my cousin, not when we can go for another round,” He spoke, shifting his body so he was on top of you. Your heart rate accelerating a few beats.

“But…” You tried to speak but stopped you by putting his finger on your lips.

“Sh,” Jey shushed you making you pout. Jey positioned the head of his cock with your entrance.

Before you could even protest, he entered you. Making a gasp escape your mouth. Jey smirked. Satisfied he got that reaction. Your hands gripped his forearms.

“See so much better than talking about Roman.” Jey groaned out, as your walls clenched around him as he continued to slide into you till bottom out. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

What the two of you failed to notice was that Jimmy and Roman entered Jey’s hotel room, walking in on Jey and you naked about to have sex.

“Yeah, let’s not talk about me while you are fucking this whore, in fact, I thought the both of you broke up, please don’t tell me she manipulated you into sleeping with her,” Roman shouted. Voice booming.

You let out a slight scream. You could have sworn he locked the door. But the two of you were both driven by the lust for each other that the two of you didn’t lock it. However, your shock disappeared at what he said. What a hypocrite, he was the one that was manipulating people.

“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Covering him and you. Jimmy awkwardly adverted his eyes, while Roman just glared at you. You glared back at Roman.

“We wouldn’t have broken up if you didn’t manipulate him,” You hissed out. Giving him an icy glare. Which he shot right back at you.

“Babe,” Jey gasped out. Roman scoffed.

“You are such a brat,” Roman growled out.

“Least I don’t let my cousins do my dirty work or get injured because I couldn’t be bothered to save them,” You hissed out.

“You wouldn’t understand you aren’t a part of the bloodline,” Roman shot back.

Jimmy wished he had popcorn, Jey wished this would end, because he knew Roman would make him choose and he couldn’t do that.

“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Shooting Roman a look.

“You such a manipulating asshole,” You shouted. Voice rising two octaves.

“Y/n,” Jey huffed out. Looking between Roman and you.

“Least I’m not sleeping my way to the top,” Roman smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“That’s enough,” Jey shouted, slightly upset at Roman’s words.

“And there it is,” You chuckled darkly.

“It’s true, you slept with Jey, got attention, now you will probably want to sleep with someone else,” Roman growled out. Glaring at you coldly.

“You really think that low of me,” You spat out.

“Yeah,” Roman smirked.

“You are such an asshole,” You yelled.

“Might be but you wouldn’t understand, even if Jey did make you understand you just wouldn’t get it,” Roman spat out. Crossing his arms. Did he just call you dumb? you thought to yourself. You wrapped the sheet around you, getting up. Jey quickly covered himself with the quilt cover.

“No, you are being a manipulating toxic asshole, I honestly think you need a reality check, and I hope Brock knocks some sense into you,” You shouted. Walking over to him. Roman’s glare intensified.

“Y/n,” Jey hissed out. While Jimmy looked amused. Damn you had balls to stand up to Roman and say that.

“Jey is either her or us?” Roman spoke, giving him an alternative. Making you narrow your eyes.

You quickly slapped him hard. Making Jey gasp and Jimmy try to control his laugh. The slap echoed through the hotel room. Roman grabbed his cheek a red mark formed on his cheek.

“I’ll do you one better, I’m done,” You hissed out. Casting a look at Jey, before you turned your head to look at Roman. Giving him an icy glare. You stormed off. Jey quickly got out of the bed, holding the quilt close, as he chased after you. Roman rolled his eyes.

“Y/n, wait,” Jey gasped out. Voice full of panic. He couldn’t lose you again.

“You are just going to walk out with a sheet wrapped around you,” Roman questioned smugly. Jey shot him a look, as you stopped in the doorway of the front door. The door was half-opened.

“Well, got to keep my slutty reputation up,” You spat out, slamming the door after you exited it.

Jey glared at Roman.

“What the hell was that?” Jey hissed out.

“She wouldn’t understand, and she is a distraction,” Roman responded. Shrugging his shoulders like he just did Jey a huge favour. Jey glared at his cousin….

Jimmy Uso:

Jimmy cheated on you. He begged you for forgiveness telling you it was a moment of weakness and he missed you.

But you weren’t having any of it so, you ended it.

Jimmy vowed to get you back. Yelling at you that he wouldn’t stop until you were his again.

You weren’t really surprised to see him at your doorstep.

The loud sound of persistent knocking came from your front door. Taking you away from the tub of ice cream and the show that was playing on the TV. You whipped your tears away. Before walking to the door. Unlocking it and taking the lock chain off, before opening the door.

You let out a groan of annoyance when you saw Jimmy at your doorstep. Eyes red from crying. He was the one that got himself in this mess. Holding a bouquet. Like they were going to fix the issue.

You were about to close the door, but he stopped you. a look of panic crossing his face.

“Please, y/n, I love you, I am so sorry I cheated on you, it was a moment of weakness, please, I love you,” He pleaded.

You closed your eyes. Fighting the tears back. You then reopened your eyes.

“If you ever loved me, you would have never cheated on me,” You snapped. Before slamming the door and locking it. Putting the chain lock across before walking back to the couch. Turning up the volume on the TV to drown out Jimmy’s pleas.

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You wished your self-doubt would go away, you wished you didn’t fall in love with Jimmy, but nothing is ever simple or easy in life.

The first few months of the breakup you wallowed. Crying your eyes out. Eating junk food to comfort you. To soothe your breaking heart. It didn’t help when Jimmy kept coming around with gifts trying to apologize. You didn’t want the gifts, you just wanted his love, but he couldn’t give that to you. Because if he even loved you, he wouldn’t have cheated.

He only went away when Sasha threatened him. Chewing his ear out. It pained you to see her get up him, but he did hurt you, and he did deserve her grilling. Sasha was your best friend in the company. Claiming you were the best hairdresser in WWE.

So, when you didn’t come to work, she started to worry about you. Till the point, she came over. Comforting you and telling you, you needed a distraction and to forget about him.

So, here you were at the salon you worked at. Trying to distract yourself. But failing miserably.

A bunch of teenage girls going to prom, made you think of Jimmy. Wishing it were that simple. You styled their hair. Doing your best not to think of Jimmy, asking about who they were going to prom with, what their gowns looked like, but it was hard not to think of Jimmy when his twin brother made his way into the salon. You rolled your eyes, as he walked over to you. The teenage girls swooned over him.

“Is he your boyfriend?” One asked.

“He is so cute,” One of the girls spoke.

“He is so hot,” Another one swooned.

“What do you want Jey?” You asked as you continued to curl the teenage girl's hair. She was the last one.

“Do you have a minute?” Jey asked. As he sat down on the bench to the side. The teenage girls stared at him in awe. While Jey shot them a wink. Some of them blushed while some of them giggled. You rolled your eyes. Shooting him a look.

“Are you two dating?” The teenage girl whose hair you were curling asked. Jey’s eyebrow flicked up.

“She wishes,” He teased. Giving you a playful look. He was trying to cheer you up. Seeing how miserable you looked. You rolled your eyes at his answer.

“He wishes,” You grumbled. As you curl the last strand of her hair.

“Nah, she dated my twin brother,” He spoke. Making the teenage girls gasp.

“There’s another one that looks like you,” One of the girls gushed out.

“Alright girls, all done, go to the counter and I will ring up the price,” You spoke. They all obliged, but not before giving Jey flirty looks.

“Can I have a word?” Jey asked. Making you let out a huff.

“I’m busy,” You huffed out, as you unplugged the curling iron.

“I’ll wait,” Jey responded. Crossing his arm as he sat on one of the chairs.

“Fine, just give me a second,” You sighed. Walking off to go charge the teenage girls. Their mums were there as well. Paying for the styling. You smiled warmly at them as they left the store. Telling the girls to have fun.

You let out a heavy sigh. Dreading to go back and talk to Jey. You knew he would want you to get back with Jimmy.

You took a deep breath before letting it out. Walking back to Jey.

“What do you want Jey?” You sighed out, as you reorganized your kit.

“He misses you, and you miss him, the two of you look like shit, and I before you argue and say he cheated on you, he regrets doing it, he needs you and you need him, can you please look past the fact he cheated on you and go back to him, at least give him another shot or be his friend,” Jey pleaded.

“I can’t Jey,” You sighed. Tears gathering in your eyes you quickly wiped them away.

“At least come back to WWE, everyone misses you,” Jey sighed. You thought about it for a second before looking up at him.

“Fine, but keep Jimmy away from me,” You sighed. Jey smiled brightly. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close into his chest. Giving you a bone-crushing hug. You let out a groan of pain. His plan worked, now all he had to do was get Jimmy and you back together…

Roman Reigns:

Breakups were hard. Especially how Roman and you ended. He ended up telling you he still has feelings for Galina and wanted to try again with her.

That left your heart breaking into two. You quickly rushed out of the room, while he called your name.

Ever since then you have been avoiding him. It didn’t help that the two of you worked in the same place, smackdown.

Doubts setting in your mind, where you a placeholder? Did he ever love you? Did he cheat on you?

Unfortunately for you, your luck ran out. You bumped into him in the hallways.

You felt like your throat was closing up. Heart thumping loudly in your eardrums.

“Hey, y/n, I haven’t seen you lately, how are you? Are you okay?” He asked. Looking at you with a general interest. His eyes looked sad. The nerve of him to ask you that, to even speak to you like you are his friend.

“Okay?” You shouted out. tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“I can’t even look at you without bursting into tears. You broke my heart, you ruined me,” You snapped. Tears falling from your eyes.

Out of habit roman went to wipe them away but you slapped his hand away.

“Did you even love me? Or was it just fake, maybe you even used me just so you felt less lonely,” You snapped. Bianca noticed the Commotion. She quickly walked over to Roman and you. she wasn’t too impressed with how Roman broke your heart, after all, you ran to her crying your eyes out till you passed out. She was your best friend, so she felt a little protective over you.

“I hate you; I never want to talk or see you ever again, heck, I’m going to see if I can go to raw, and if I can’t then I quit,” You yelled. roman looked heartbroken, but you didn’t care.

“Come on y/n/n,” Bianca spoke softly, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you away from Roman, casting him a glare over her shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” She spoke in a soothing voice. While your body shook in anger.

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You no longer had emotional breakdowns over Roman. Lies. At least not in front of anyone. Though Bianca believed you weren’t over Roman. Especially since you got drunk to numb the pain or have one-night stands with other guys, to forget about him, and the fact he chooses her not you.

Roman on the other hand after his encounter with you, wasn’t doing so well. He made a mistake breaking up with you to be with Galina.

He saw how cold you were to him, but deep down he knew it was all a front. He knew you were breaking, and he was breaking too. But he knew he couldn’t break up with Galina as well.

She noticed Roman’s behaviour as well. Often finding him deep in thought. Or scrolling through his phone. Looking at selfies of you. Sometimes he would stalk your Instagram as well. At first, she felt jealous, but then she accepted that a part of Roman was going to love you.

“You still love her, don’t you?” Galina asked as she noticed Roman was looking at photos of you again. He quickly locked his phone a little too quickly for her liking.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m with you now, I picked you,” Roman spoke. Flashing her a soft smile. That didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She let out a sigh. Just because he flashed her a smile. She could tell it didn’t reach his eyes. He was miserable without you. Every time he was happy his mind would then wander off to you. His smile turning into a frown. She could tell he missed you.

“Talk to her,” She sighed.

“She hates me,” Roman sighed.

“She hates that you choose me over her, and truthfully I only think you choose me because of the kids, and maybe you do still love me, but I know you love y/n more,” Galina spoke. Giving him a sad smile. He needed to hear it.

Roman tried to speak but Galina cut him off again.

“Go win her back, give you her your all, and if it doesn’t work out, we can try again,” She spoke.

Roman smiled at her sadly. Getting up and walking over to her.

“I’m sorry, for doing this to you,” Roman sighed. Cupping the side of her face. She looked up at him. Slightly smiling. Leaning into him. Her hands grabbed his wrists.

“I know, but you still love her, go get her,” Galina spoke. Leaning up till her lips pressed against his. Kissing each other passionately one last time before he went to your apartment complex…

Nerves racked throughout Roman’s body. Palms clammy. Rehearsing in his mind what he was going to say to you. Roman took a deep shake breath in then exhaled. Clenching his hand into a fist. Bringing his fist up to the door and knocking.

He knocked three times. Calling your name. But got no response. His heart hammered against his rib cage.

“Look, y/n, I know you don’t want to see me, but I left her, I want us to get back together,” Roman spoke voice slight loud.

Roman heard the door behind him. Making him glance over his shoulder. Seeing your neighbour standing there in their pyjamas. Looking slightly annoyed.

“She’s not home,” They grumbled. Looking at Roman in irritation.

“That’s fine, I can wait for her,” Roman replied. Giving your neighbour a forced smile.

“You’ll be waiting for a while,” One of your neighbours spoke. Making Roman shrug his shoulder.

“Your problem,” Your neighbour grumbled. They were about to slam the door when Roman spoke again.

“Is she doing, okay?” Roman asked.

“By okay you mean, coming home drunk while her friend helps her, or doesn’t come home at all till the next day?” Your neighbour shot out. Shotting Roman a glare. Before shutting the door.

Guess he deserved that. But that got Roman worrying more about you. You weren’t doing okay, and it was all because of him….

“And after all, he put me through, I still fucking love him,” You drunkenly blurted out. Making Damian furrow his eyebrows as you downed the shot. An idea popped into his mind.

“How about I get him off your mind?” Damian suggested.

“How?” You asked as Damian got up off the barstool, tilting his head to the side hinting at the dance floor. Holding his hand out to you. You bite your lip, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Okay, handsome,” You slurred out, getting up and taking his hand. Damian pulled you towards the dance floor…

Seth Rollins;

You tried to get transferred to NXT but no, Vince wanted you on Smackdown live.

It was hard to avoid someone you loved, hard to look at him, hard to be happy for him since he was now a father. You weren’t too happy when you found out the woman, he cheated on you with Becky was pregnant, it broke your heart.

So, when you did bump into Seth you cast your gaze down to the ground and walked off muttering an apology and walking off.

Seth felt bad. All the guilt of cheating you eating up inside of him. he tried to apologize to you he really did, but you ignored him. he knew he broke your heart. He loved Becky but deep down in his heart you always held a special place.

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The alcohol only numbed your heartache to a certain extent. Though you always ended up crying yourself to sleep. You wished that you didn’t fall in love with him, then you wouldn’t be so broken. Wondering what you did wrong.

You tried your best to avoid Seth, especially Becky. You were hoping you would get released to at least ease your pain, but that never happened. You could only wait till your contract ended. Then you could be free of him. Maybe you would wrestler in AEW or Impact anywhere that was free of Seth and Becky.

All you wanted was to be enough for him, and you weren’t. You thought he loved you, but he didn’t. You were sick of feeling heartbroken…

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When Their S/o is on Their Period || BNHA Boy Headcanons

Masterlist

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

Summary: How the boys act when you’re on your period

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: I wrote this because my period is supposed to come in like two days and I am not very excited at all. Anyway, I hope you like these headcanons, and requests are still open and all that, just read the rules first. Also, thanks for everyone who has liked/reblogged any of my posts or even followed me, I really appreciate it. Hope you all have a great day/night! :) -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

If you don’t tell him ahead of time that you’re going to be on your period and you snap at him he’s gonna get so upset

Like he’s going to think about every little thing that happened for the past few weeks and try to see where he went wrong

Then when you tell him you’re on your period, he’s going to just freeze, and then start to panic

His face gets all red, but he still asks if you if you need anything

If you send this boy to the store to get pads/tampons, expect him to be gone for a solid few hours

When he firsts gets to aisle, he stands there, because he knows absolutely nothing about pad/tampons, and he doesn’t know what brand to get

So then, he takes out his phone and starts typing, and trying to do research, but google isn’t helping him decide what to get at all

So, then the nice old lady restocking the shelves, offers to help, noticing how he’s panicking

He still ends up getting a few different brands, but that’s okay

If you get bad cramps, like really bad, he’s definitely going to cry

He hates seeing you in pain

If you are having cramps he’ll give you some medicine he bought and offer you a heating pad

After he gets you feeling a little better, he’s going to give you all the snacks he got you and offer to cuddle and watch whatever you want with him

Overall, even though he gets really embarrassed about it, he’ll still help you if you need him to

Katsuki Bakugou:

If you snap at him, he’s going to like brush it off, but after the second or third time he’s going to go off on you

But once you tell him you’re on your period he’s going to be so confused

Not because he doesn’t know what it is, but because he has no clue what he’s supposed to do about it

He’ll apologize for going off on you

By apologize I mean that he’ll mumble sorry under his breath so that you can barely hear it

But I mean it’s Bakugou, so just take what you can get

He probably wouldn’t offer to go anywhere to get you anything

But if you ask him, he’ll go (Only after complaining the whole time getting ready to leave though)

He’s going to make sure you tell him what brand of pads/tampons to get so he doesn’t have to embarrass himself in front of people in the store

If the cashier says one word about him buying them or gives him a weird look, he’s going to get very pissed

“They’re for my girlfriend, now stop giving me weird ass looks and comments and just scan the damn things!”

He’ll probably end up grabbing more snacks or chocolate than you asked for but if you ask why he did that, he’s going to say it was a total accident, even though it wasn’t

After he brings you the stuff he’ll just crash in your bed, and demand cuddles

But he won’t ask, he’ll just pull you to him and cuddle you

The first time you’re on your period around him, he’s pretty embarrassed but hides it, but with time, he gets used to it and it doesn’t bother him anymore

Although no matter if he’s sixteen and buying pads/tampons for you or seventy and buying pads/tampons for you, he’s still going to end up yelling at the poor cashier, even if they don’t comment or give him a look

Eijiro Kirishima:

I may be a bit biased because I absolutely love Kirishima (if you couldn’t tell), but I am convinced that he would be the best boyfriend in every way

And that includes when you’re on your period

If you snap at him, he’s going to get a little upset, but immediately ask what’s wrong and try to figure out what the issue is

After you tell him, he’s going to panic but hide it so he doesn’t alarm you

Immediately offers to go get you anything you need

But he’s so eager to help you out, he forgets to ask what brand of pads or tampons to buy 

So now he’s in the feminine hygiene product aisle, standing next to some twelve year old girl whose low key too embarrassed to grab a box of pads in front of some teenage boy

So she’s just standing there, waiting for him to leave, but he’s trying to figure out which box to buy, so he’s like looking at all of them and picking them up, trying to figure out the difference between all of them

And the girl goes to quickly grab a box and run off, but then he speaks

“Wait, can you help me?”

And the girl low key just wants to disappear right then and there, but she helps him anyway

This man walks away with a few different brands of pads/tampons in his arms not realizing he just traumatized some little girl by asking her for advice on getting his girlfriend pads/tampons

Then he grabs you some snacks, medicine, and whatever else you wanted, before checking out and leaving

He like rushes home because he was taking so long and he was worried about you

But when he like bursts into your room, you’re literally fine, and just chilling eating some stale chips, and watching some Netflix

Kirishima immediately takes away your stale chips, and gives you the stuff he bought

So now you guys are eating the new and not stale chips while binge watching your favorite Netflix show for the fiftieth time

Shoto Todoroki:

I only have three words: Human Heating Pad

But seriously, if you have cramps, and you tell him heat helps, he’s definitely going to offer for you to use his hand as a heating pad

Once he learns that you’re on your period, he’s going to try his best to help, but he knows nothing about them despite having a sister

After taking a moment to compose himself after initial shock of you telling him, he’s going to offer to go to the store for you

So, now he’s in the aisle, trying to figure out what brand to get

He had tried calling you, but you must of been napping, because you didn’t pick up

Eventually he decides to call his sister and ask for some help

His sister proceeds to tell him about pads and tampons and how they work

He ends up writing some of the stuff down in his notes on his phone so he knows for next time and doesn’t forget

Then he’ll get whatever else you want

He’ll probably end up grabbing something extra too

Like a little gift such a plushie or a necklace, since he now knows periods really suck

He ends up getting you a gift every time your on your period (with Endeavor’s credit card of course), so it kind of morphs into a little tradition even though you insist that he doesn’t need to do it

But once he returns to home, you apologize for not answering, since you were in fact napping, but he quickly shuts you down and gives you everything he had got for you

Then you use his hand as your personal heating pad and talk about your lives

Overall, he’s pretty calm about the situation, and doesn’t make it a bigger deal than it needs to be

Denki Kaminari:

When you snap, or if you snap, he’s probably just going to brush it off

But the second time you snap at him, he makes some dumb remark

Probably something like, “Damn is it that time of the month or something?”

That gets him a textbook to his face

He’s honestly surprised with your response to his question

“Actually, yeah! Asshole! Now, if you’re gonna be a jerk, get the hell out and leave me alone!”

He was only joking and didn’t expect you to actually say yes

After you admit that you being on your period is the problem, he doesn’t know what to do

He knows the basics of a period, he knows you bleed, and like chocolate, and you sometimes get cramps, but other than that he has no idea how to handle the situation

After a moment of trying to figure out what to do, he asks if you need anything

Now he’s in the store, trying to figure out what a ‘flow’ is, and why pads and tampons are so expensive

He ends up calling Kirishima to come help, who has no clue what to do either

Then they turn it into a group call by adding Bakugou and Sero

Bakugou calls them ‘fucking stupid’ but doesn’t know shit about periods either so when they ask him for help he makes up some excuse for not telling Kaminari what to do

Sero is actually helpful and tells him to just get one of each type of flow, since Kaminari refuses to call you and ask (R.I.P. Kaminari’s wallet)

Kaminari thanks him, and then they end the call

Then he gets whatever else you asked for, before heading home

When he gets there, he awkwardly hands you the bag and asks if you need anything else

When you say you want him to stay, he’s immediately jumping into your bed and cuddling with you

He thought since you were on your period, you wouldn’t want to be around him and it low key made him kind of sad, cause he would miss you

Then you guys spend the rest of the night scrolling through Tik Tok, and laughing along to videos

At some point, you end up seeing the thing girls do on Tik Tok where they ask their boyfriend’s how pads work

When Kaminari continues watching the video, and learns how pads actually work, he’s like turns to you and is like

“Wait, the sticky part doesn’t stick to your vagina?”

Somebody please help this poor idiot

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 34

Man these parts are getting harder and harder to churn out. A lot of plot points converging and real life ramping up. Hopefully you all enjoy this. Please comment your thoughts on the chapter. And if you really liked it, Reblog it. Thats the best way to get others to see it. Also, Please let me know your thoughts. Your comments fuel me.

(Master Post)

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Masquerade surveyed the classroom. Her former classmates now her masked servants. It was fitting how they were all silent. Before, they listened to her because she told them exactly the things they wanted to hear, now they listened because she had power over them. It was kind of poetic in a way.

She looked across the classroom, she realized that there seemed to be more people missing than she initially realized.

“We are missing someone. Aside from Marinette, who is missing?”

The controlled classmates looked amongst themselves. Trying to figure out who was the one that was not in the class.

“Is it Chloé?” Miracular inquired, trying to answer her master’s request.

The akuma looked around.

“Huh… Oh yea, she isn’t here. Well she isn’t important. I was thinking someone else.” Masquerade answered. She looked to her most recently made akuma servant.

The Bubbler, the akumatized version of Nino stood motionless. As if he was not registering what was going on.

“Bubbler? Do you know who is missing?”

The multicolored akuma said nothing. Not even looking in the direction of the mask maiden.

“Bubbler! I order you to answer me!” She commanded with fiery rage.

The akuma turned to face his master, now responding.

“Adrien is missing.” The bubbler answered, his voice robotic and as emotive as a speak and spell.

“So, Adrien isn’t in the room. What a shame. I was planning on turning him into my handsome little knight.”

Masquerade thought for a moment.

Has Adrien been akumatized? Lila wasn’t sure she had ever seen or heard about him getting akumatized. She knew that the class had pretty much gotten hit at least once or twice at some point from what she had heard and read from the ladyblog. But if that goody-goody Marinette hadn’t been akumatized, Adrien likely hadn’t been akumatized either.

“Alright my servants! We have a new mission. I want you to lock this school down! No one is allowed in or out. Anyone you find, bring them to me. If they can be akumatized, then they are joining our cause.”

“Time breaker. Guard the perimeter outside of the school. Anyone outside of Ladybug and Chat noir trying to get in. Tag them, but only if they are suspicious of what’s going on. Stay hidden otherwise.”

“Timebreaker nodded and began skating out of the room in a rush.

“Horrificator, once Timebreaker is outside, seal all the exits in the main building.”

The masked monstress nodded and sped out of the room.

“Dark Cupid, Stoneheart, Princess Fragrance, Miracular and Reflekta. I want you to split up check all of the rooms and bring me potential akumas.”

The five akuma nodded and made their way out the door.

“Gamer and Robostus. I want you to hack into the airwaves. I want access to every Electric device in Paris when I give you the signal. But make sure to be subtle. I don’t want anyone to know about us until I tell you.”

The two nod and start working to get that ready for her.

She focuses her attention to the bubble making akuma that was giving her problems earlier.

Considering how hard it was to break him down, it was understandable. She had saved him for last for a reason. Because he was the hardest one to crack.

He was a relatively calm individual, able to keep a level head. But even he had his weakness. His confidence. Once that was shaken, seeing his entire class taken, knowing his girlfriend was under her control, he couldn't resist another moment. In a way, it was the most satisfying charm on her bracelet.

“Now Bubbler, you are going to go and locate Marinette and Adrien for me. Put them in a bubble and bring them to me. Help that girlfriend of yours.”

The bubbler nodded yes despite severe shaking. Seems even now he is trying to resist the control of the mask.

“Troublesome, but it is only temporary. He will break soon enough.” Masquerade mused to herself.

She looked at the near empty room with contempt. This was hardly a place where she could exact her vengeance. It was so… lame. Though a thought occurs as she realized who she had left standing at attention without orders.

“Evillustrator, I have a special request for you.”

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“What is this?” Chloé screeched. “My daddy bought me the best phone plan in the city. How can I not have service right now?!”

The nurse felt a chill run down her spine. Could the akuma block out phone signals? Is that why there is no attention being given to the school? How could they call for help? How would anyone know of the akuma attack? Would Ladybug and Chat noir be able to help them?

The nurse started to feel herself going pale, she was just supposed to be a school nurse. Worst thing she needed to deal with was a scraped knee or give a kid an ice pack. Now she has a woman that collapsed on the bed and an akuma that is somewhere in the school. She had just moved to Paris a few months ago. It was her dream to live in the city of love, get her career going, find a nice guy, and just live the good life. But no one told her that supervillain attacks would be so personally connected to her situation? She had heard about this crap in New York and in America. But Paris? It was too much. What if Ladybug and Chat noir didn’t fix everything? What if this was where her story ended. What if…

“Hey!”

The nurse turned to her attention to the voice. It was the brash blonde teen that was complaining.

“You look like you’re going to pass out. Just a heads up, I am not taking care of you.” Chloé commented.

Angela felt her face heat up with annoyance.

“Listen you brat. I don’t have time to deal with your attitude. I have a woman that is out cold from exhaustion in a building with a hostile akuma.”

“Good, at least you aren’t going to faint. I don’t need any more whinny women fainting on me”

The nurse paused, did the girl say that just to help her not succumb to the grim situation?

Chloé started making her way to the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“You already got your hands full with the annoying assistant. I need to make a call to daddy. So, I am going to head out the building and try there. Try not to get ripped apart by an akuma, I still need more ice when I get back.”

Angela blinked. This girl wasn’t scared of the akuma. She was actually going out to do something reasonable. If she could call for help, it would mean that this whole thing blows over.

“Okay, I’ll stay here. Be safe.”

“Yea whatever.”

Chloé headed out the door.

Angela felt a ghost of a smile grace her face.

‘Maybe that girl isn’t a complete brat after all.’

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The shapeshifting sentimonster growled as it smacked the locker. It lost both primary targets. And worst of all, Ladybug appeared to make this even harder. Masquerade needed to hear about this.

“Master, Marinette and Adrien have escaped my sight.”

The sentimonster heard a sigh of disappointment from the other end.

“It is fine Simularé, They wont be able to escape the school anyway. They will be found soon enough. If anything, this is a blessing in disguise. Having them be the last targets will have them bare witness to how devasting it will all be.” Masquerade answered. “Any news on Ladybug and Chat noir?”

“That’s the other bad news. Ladybug arrived, I am assuming that’s how Marinette managed to escape, and ladybug also took Adrien away as well. No sign of chat noir. But if you know one is here, the other is likely soon to follow.”

There was a brief moment of silence, as masquerade mulled over the information she had received.

“Actually, that works out well for us. Meet up at my location, I have the other students out looking for them, I need your power for something more important.”

“Yes master.”

Simularé shifted back into its phantom form, moving quickly down the hallway to obey her master’s request.

Just as it left, Ladybug popped out of a nearby locker. Relieved it didn’t notice.

“That’s not good, Masquerade likely got everyone in the classroom.” The red heroine said aloud.

She activated her communicator and tried to contact chat noir. But there was no sound.

“Damn it. No signal. Lila likely cut the communication as soon as she realized it.?”

“No worries Buggaboo, I happen to be on site.” A voice called out.

Chat noir jumped out of another locker to reveal he was there.

Ladybug felt a bit of relief at her partner’s appearance. She could tell he felt the same. Better a situation with two heroes.

“Been here the whole time?” The spotted heroine asked her cat crimefighting comrade.

“Just arrived a few minutes ago, I figured something was up, so I decided to take a quick peek. Cat curiosity and all that.”

“And you assumed it was with Collège Françoise Dupont?”

“It seemed like a solid guess.”

“Considering the track record, that is reasonable.” Ladybug conceded.

“Ever wonder why it is always this school and never any of the other schools? Paris is a big city. You would think Hawkmoth would decide to branch out to the other schools in the city.” Chat noir inquired as they started walking down the hall.

“I assumed its just a coincidence.”

“Shot in the dark, maybe he has a kid that goes here. He is pretty old” Chat noir dissed.

“I can’t imagine anyone that would want to date Hawkmoth.” Ladybug joked.

“What about the blue lady? She seemed crazy enough.”

“And now that image is burned in my mind. Thanks kitty.” Ladybug sarcastically commented. “Despite the mental scarring, I am glad you got here. Seems a repeat offender got herself an upgrade in the akuma powers department.”

“Lila.”

“How did you know?”

“I was reading the ladyblog, Alya did great work on that article.” Chat noir praised. He mentally applauded his quick thinking.

“Right, kind of the reason I felt the need to keep an eye on this place. But sadly, I was too slow.” Ladybug responded a tad gloomy.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. We will finish this akuma before lunch.”

Ladybug heard a footstep from the end of the hallway.

“Get down!”

Ladybug tackled the cat hero down. Just narrowly avoiding a neon pause symbol, which now suck on the wall.

“Looks like Lila has been busy.” Chat noir noted as he turned his face to the direction of the attacker.

Ladybug looked at the akuma. The white mask covering her friend’s face. Lady Wifi was back.

“Alya…”

The two heroes got into a fighting stance and prepared to take down this controlled akuma.

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The halls were empty and lifeless as the two visiting teens made their way cautiously down the halls.

“Oddly quiet in here.” The fencer commented. “What do you think Luka?”

“Well last time we entered a place with an akuma in it, it was brimming with armored minions. Maybe this akuma has more stealth?” The Musician commented. “So, I don’t think you will be fighting as directly as you are use to Kagami.”

Kagami nodded at that, not exactly happy or sad regarding that remark. Her plan was to see if she could help her friends get out of the building, grab her textbook, and get out. She wasn’t really that interested in fighting a superpowered foe at this moment in time.

The two ceased speaking when they heard approaching footsteps.

“Someone’s coming.” Luka noted.

The two duck into the nearest room.

The two stayed close to the door as they listened to the sound of the approaching figure.

Kagami dropped to the floor silently as to check and see if she could get a visual.

She could only see what appeared to be costume boots of a larger figure. Which made the expert fencer believe it was not friendly.

The figure stopped, looking at the door. The two teens felt their neck hairs stand on edge as they did their best not to make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity, the figure passed the door without checking. Once the sound of his footsteps could no longer be heard, they let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too close for comfort.”

“Agreed. I would prefer a direct confrontation next time, much less nerve-racking. “

The two carefully open the door and exit the room.

“Seems we found the akuma.” Luka commented. “Now we just need to avoid it and.”

“You mean akumas.” Kagami corrected.

“Akumas?”

Kagami tilted the boys head to look in the same direction she was looking, and sure enough she saw a rather large rock like creature walking the halls.

“Oh… well that is bad.”

Kagami pushed him back into the room and closed the door. Locking it before the rock giant could notice them.

“I’m surprised.”

“By the fact there is an 8-foot-tall rock beast outside?”

“No, by the fact you didn’t try to fight it.”

“I don’t have a weapon.” Kagami replied flatly.

Luka raised a brow at the comment, unsure if the fencer was serious or not about fighting that thing if she had a foil.

“Is something wrong?” A third voice came from behind them.

The two teens turned around, preparing for the worst. Though they were relieved to see it was just an old janitor… in a Hawaiian shirt. Despite his odd dress, he did give off a kind aura. One of a trusting old grandpa.

They noticed that the room seemed to be a sort of teacher’s lounge, with a small counter with a sink and cabinets. As well as a fridge to keep food cold and stored. A place in the school where teachers would come to get a quick coffee or store their lunch.

“Oh good, you aren’t an akuma.” Luka sighed with relief.

“An akuma?” The old man asked.

“Yes, it is very dangerous out there right now. There are multiple villains outside. I would recommend staying put while we go out there and help handle things.” Kagami explained.

“Quite bold of you to go out there against those monsters.” The man responded.

“Don’t worry, we will be careful. We just need to make sure we can get as many people out as we can so Ladybug and Chat noir won’t need to worry.”

“Ah, how selfless of you. You both seem quite capable for ones so young.”

“You’re very kind, but we are just doing what we can. Our friends are out there and they need our help.”

Kagami goes to the door. Checking to ensure the coast is clear again.

The old man pats the musician’s shoulder.

“I am sure you two will figure a way to help your friends.”

“There are too many outside this room.” Kagami grumbled. If only I had a way to fight them.”

The mysterious janitor smiled.

“Say… I did happen to see Ladybug earlier.”

The two teens turned their attention to the old man.

“You did?” they asked in unison.

“Yes, she happened to drop something while rushing. Would you two be so kind as to return them to her when you see her.”

The two of them glance at each other and shrug. The old janitor might be senile.

“Sure… We can give it to her.” Luka assured the old man, trying to remain polite.

The old man moves to a closet, where out of view of the two teens, an elaborate chest with the symbol of the guardian’s decorates the top. He quickly gets two smaller boxes and closes the closet.

“Ah! Here they are.”

He hands the two a small box each. Their eyes go wide.

“They seemed important, so I didn’t want to just leave them on the floor. But I have a feeling you two will take good care of them.”

The two teens were engrossed by the boxes in their hands. They recognized them immediately. These were the boxes Ladybug used when handing out miraculous.

“Where did you find…?” Kagami tried to question, but noticed the old man was no longer there.

“He’s gone…”

“Actually, I am over here.”

The teens look in the opposite direction they were looking in order to see him at the end of the room getting a snack from the fridge.

The duo decided that maybe this old guy wasn’t all there after all and figured it would be best to go somewhere and utilize the ‘gift’ they were just given.

“Stay in the lounge where it’s safe okay?” Luka asked politely.

“Of course. I am not paid if I am not working.”

The two teens checked the door again, and once the coast was clear. They both slipped out of the room.

After he knew they were out of sight, the old man chuckled.

“The senile routine works every time.”

“Master, you really cut it close with that one.” A small turtle creature exclaimed as he popped out from the closet.

“The universe works in mysterious ways Wayzz. What are the odds that there would be an attack on the school the very day I decide to hide out as a janitor?”

“Considering the frequency of akuma attacks, very likely.”

“True, but how about running into two individuals that Marinette had picked to be heroes.” Fu followed up.

“That is quite a coincidence.”

The guardian pulled out his phone and noticed he didn’t have a signal.

“It seems I can’t get a signal to notify her of the reinforcements I sent her way. Likely it would be the same on her end. So, it is a good thing I acted in advance.”

Fu moved to the closet where he kept the miraculous.

“I can’t help but shake the feeling Ladybug and Chat noir will need all of the help they can get.

“Don’t worry master, I am sure Ladybug and Chat noir will be successful.

“Let us keep an eye on things. They might need another ally to turn the tide.

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“I am guessing you are also familiar with what’s inside here?” Kagami inquired as the two stealthily moved in the hall.

“I may be familiar with it.” Luka commented.

Kagami contemplated the statement. She figured out the truth.

“Seems we both have used a miraculous then?”

“It appears we have. Though I am not sure Ladybug will be thrilled that someone knows I have helped her.”

“I understand the sentiment. Though lets simply agree to keep it between us.” Kagami answered. “Friends do keep secrets like that if I’m correct.”

Luka smiled at the comment.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Luka assured.

“As is yours.”

The two found the locker room and quickly moved inside.

“Coast is clear.”

The two opened the boxes and as they did two magical creatures appeared in front of them.

A floating creature with multiple spikes appeared in front of the fencer, while another floating creature that resembled a cobra stood in front of luka.

“It is a pleasure to see you again Mistress Kagami.”

“It’s been too long, Longg.” Kagami smiled. Happy to see her kwami friend.

“Hello Luka, itssss been a while.” The snake kwami greeted.

“Happy to see you too Sass.” Luka fist bumped his kwami.

The kwamis stop and turn to see the other kwami there.

“Does Ladybug know about this?” They both ask in unison.

“We will inform her after. Right now, there is a lot of danger.” Kagami exclaimed. “Ladybug needs our help.”

The two kwami nod and prepare to fight.

“Consssider us accomplissses.” Sass answered.

The two teens put on the miraculous.

“Sass! Scales Slither.”

“Longg! Bring the storm”

The two teens transform into their heroic alter egos.

Kagami shifting into the dragon miraculous hero Ryuuko, and Luka changing into the Snake hero Viperion.

The two stop to glance at the other.

“So, what should I call you.” The snake hero asked curiously.

“Call me Ryuuko. And what about you mister snake?”

“Viperion is what I am going with.”

“Fitting.”

“As is yours.”

The two give a nod of comradery before making their way out of the locker room. They had to go help Ladybug.

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Ladybug dashed across the hallway, avoiding pause symbols being flung at her by the conniving akuma.

She slid underneath one of the symbols and preformed a daring slide kick to knock Lady Wifi off balance.

While she was unstable, Chat noir charged and used his baton to make contact with her white mask. Believing it was the obvious weak point.

“Got it!” Chat noir exclaimed triumphantly. The strike of the staff knocking Ladywifi a good several meters. Before lying flat on her back.

“Wow, that is a tough mask. I thought for sure that was the weak point.” Chat noir commented.

Lady Wifi stood up robotically.

“There must be a way to snap her out of it. Unless Hawkmoth is learning from his mistakes.” Ladybug hypothesized as she got up from the ground.

“Well I got nothing.” Chat noir shrugged.

Another set of footsteps approaching caught the hero’s attention. The recognized the multicolored bubble maker the moment they saw him.

“Nino… You too?” Chat noir said under his breath.

The Bubble maker used his bubble wand to summon two large bubbles to capture the heroes. Bringing back flashbacks of their first encounter with the bubble akuma.

Chat noir and Ladybug expertly slide between the gaps of the attack, resulting in Lady Wifi getting hit with the large bubbles and being sent flying into the wall via bubble prison.

Chat noir lunged at the Bubbler, his quick pounce pinning him down before he could attack.

“Maybe I can destroy his mask with…”

“Wait Chat noir!” Ladybug called out.

Chat noir paused.

“What if your cataclysm doesn’t free him?”

“And then I am left without the power before a recharge.”

“Exactly. We need to hold off on using our powers right now.”

Chat noir wanted to save his friend. But he knew his partner was right. They needed to conserve their powers before facing Lila.

The Bubbler managed to get the cat hero off of him with a burst of strength. Knocking Chat noir to the ground.

Lady Wifi had gotten free from the bubble attack and was now blocking the other entrance.

Ladybug and Chat noir moved back to back, Ladybug facing the ladyblogger turned mindless akuma slave and Chat noir facing the akumatized DJ.

“Any ideas, Buggaboo?”

“Seems they can’t adapt. They are pretty much mindless slaves. Which makes sense since Lila wouldn’t want them to think for themselves.”

“So you’re saying their movements are simple.”

“Which means they are exploitable.”

Chat noir felt relief watch over him. He knew Ladybug had a plan.

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“EWWWW!” Chloé screeched in disgust. The front entrance to the school had been covered in a pink slime.

She wiped her hand on the cleanest section of wall she could find. This was not her day.

“What is with this nasty gross akuma? First, I can’t call Daddy to come and pick me up. I can’t even post about it! How will Ladybug know to save me? Or better yet, get me the bee miraculous so I can help her save the day?”

Chloé decided to try another exit, since she had no plans of sticking around without knowing if she was going to be given a miraculous or not. Plus, she did say she would call for help, and doing that would make her look good in potential hero points.

As she was walking, she bumps into something in the middle of the hall. Which was bizzare since the hall was clear.

“Ouch, right on my bruise. What the hell is…”

Chloé felt her anger shift to fear when she watched as the empty hall now contained a familiar akuma.

“Sabrina?”

The akuma turned to her, her face covered with a white face mask.

“Eww. Your akuma form looks even tacker than before.”

“Take potential akuma to master.” The akumatized Sabrina stated in an emotionless tone. Repeating the order, she had been given.

“Oh no you don’t! Sabrina, I order you to listen to me!”

The akuma ignored the blonde’s command and slowly walked towards her.

“Sabrina… I am warning you. I am going to yell at you over this later if you don’t stop right now.”

Chloé started slowly backing away. She wasn’t sure of what to do.

“Listen… if you stop right now… I’ll uh… let you take a pick of one of my old sweaters.” Chloé bargained, not intending to let her pick one of the ones she actually liked.

Chloé felt her hand touch the sealed door, and knew she was at the end of the hall. She was boxed in.

“This is so unacceptable.” Chloé stated, preparing to get captured. But a flash of Red and Black came out of nowhere and kicked the akuma hard to the wall.

“Ladybug! I knew you would like save me!” Chloé jumped and hugged her savior.

“Im not ladybug.” The heroine spoke.”

Chloé released the hug as she examined who her savior was.

“Who the hell are you?”

Chloé had never bothered to learn the names of any of the other miraculous heroes. She sometimes forgets chat noir’s name.

“Ryuuko.” The dragon heroine stated calmly, almost regretting saving Chloé.

“Did Ladybug send you? Cause it would have been better if she got me to help.”

Ryuuko decided to ignore Chloé’s comment.

“Now we need to leave before she… Where did she go?” Looking at the dented locker that no longer had an akuma lying on the ground.

Suddenly the akuma popped out of nowhere about to strike from above with her tonfa and steal Ryuuko’s powers, but was stopped when a small harp smacked her face.

“She appears to have invisibility.” A voice called out.

The two turn to see the snake hero as he caught his harp on the rebound.

Chloé took a moment to look over the snake hero. She had to admit, he was pretty cute. Not Adrien cute, maybe she would start learning the names of the other heroes.

“Quick thinking Viperion.” Ryuuko thanked the snake teen.

“Just following your lead.” Viperion responded. The two giving eachother a respectful smile. They both seemed to have gotten used to working together.

The akuma got up. Its white face mask making the akuma’s expression unreadable. But its body language exuded rage.

“Seems we aren’t going anywhere until she is taken care of.” Ryuuko said as she stared down the akuma.

Viperion turned to chloé.

“You need to go and get to safety.”

“Okay!” Chloé says as she runs off.

“How come she didn’t give you any sass?”

“Because I already have him.”

Kagami had to admit that was a clever response.

“Not what I meant, but Chat noir would love that joke.”

“I will be sure to tell him it later.”

“Stick to playing guitar. You’re a better musician than comedian.”

Before they could get off anymore banter. The akuma went for another attack.

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Simularé entered Ms.Bustier’s classroom.

“I am here.” The ghostly sentimonster announced.

“Excellent.”

The sentimonster looked up to see that the classroom it was expeciting to see had been altered into what appeared to be a rather glamourous throne room. The windows covered by white curtains with the design of an akuma in black. The platforms and stairs had been altered to be marble. And at the top, where Lila’s desk once was was now a golden throne akin to something one would see in a castle. Though despite the impressive change in the classroom it was still being designed. The akuma known as the evillustrator was still creating more furnishings for the room.

“Simulare, I have an order for you.” Masquerade stated as she sat on the new throne. Clearly confident in her position.

The sentimonster approached her master. Stopping only a few feet away.

“I want you to create a mirage over the school. Since Ladybug is already in the school. It would be best if you made sure no one notices whats happening here. I don’t need any additional heroes popping in yet. Let’s handle her before making things public.”

Simularé nodded.

“Understood. But what should we do if she…”

“I have everything under control. Just follow my orders.”

Simularé ceased her questioning.

“As you wish master.”

The sentimonster shifted into her Volpina form and headed out of the classroom.

“She is getting arrogant in her power. If things do go south, I will need to step in.” Simularé said to herself. But for now, she knew she had a role to play.

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And that ends part 34.

Seems things are REALLY heating up. Will Viperion and Ryuuko be able to help Ladybug and Chat noir?

Will Ladybug and Chat noir be able to get through to their brainwashed friends?

Will Masquerade's gambit be enough for her to get her vengeance?

Whats Simularé's deal?

Find out by staying tuned and sharing. Remember Reblogs help content creators and if you do enjoy my content, the support really does help

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Daily Life - Yandere Childe, Zhongli, Xiao

A continuation of the earlier post about Kaeya and Diluc

Content Warnings: n/s/f//w mentions/themes/stuff (but not like, explicit detail), fem reader, normal yandere stuff

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Childe's a busy guy. He wakes you up every morning, usually pretty sweetly. He'll nuzzle up against your face, mumbling a "good morning" into your ear. He's sweet, but, you gotta get up when he tells you to. And you have to be the one to make food, he likes watching you walk around.

If he's gone, he is again one to give darling a surprising amount of freedom. He has the highest quality of security available and all, so he allows some roaming. That and, in a sorta terrifying thought, he's one hundred percent confident that even if you got away, he could find you, so he's not even too worried about escaping. He's so confident that you'll never truly escape him, which frankly is pretty intimidating for darling to realize. He'll get you things you like and stuff to do, stimulate your mind and all that, probably as time goes on will leave you chore lists and things you're required to do for him or else.

When he gets back, he's very tired usually, will expect you to make him food and be sweet and greet him at the door when he comes back, preferably on your knees. If you're not, he'll get irritated, especially if you're trying to hide. If you're just asleep or something, he might excuse it and find it cute. But he does a lot for you, you know, the least you can do is this one little thing. If he's had a particularly bad day, he'll be extra irritated, so it's wise to follow this command, and be ready to have all of his irritation taken out on you the moment he gets back. You're his favorite little stress ball to stuff and squeeze.

For days off, as I've said before he's one of the few that will willingly take you outside, and unlike Kaeya from the last routine post he's not in a bad mood about it either. He likes to show you off, likes walking in public holding hands or with his arm around you so that people can see, it gives him a sort of pride, and honestly he likes mimicking a "normal" relationship. But just know you're on a tight leash. Not literally of course... yet. He lays it out very clearly exactly how you are to behave when going outside, not speaking to others and not going out of his sight. Any attempts to make a scene, try to get a stranger to help etc will be dealt with fairly harshly. And don't think about pulling some covert, sneaky shit like trying to look at a stranger with the "help me" facial expression or trying to silently mouth something, slip a written message to a waitress etc -- he'll be watching you closely enough to pick up on any of that, and honestly that will set him off more than blatantly trying to make a scene. You will be immediately headed home to get an attitude adjustment since you can't behave.

Later on, he'll want you to accompany him to his work sometimes, on those days that whatever he has to do involved more sitting down than fighting - paperwork, important meetings, etc. He likes your presence, of course, you make the time pass more quickly. But really this is, more than anything, because he's an arrogant show-off. He'll give you something to fiddle with but will just sit you on his lap throughout the whole time, gently stroking your thigh or resting his head on your shoulder, making you wear embarrassingly revealing things and making sure everyone sees, be it the entire group in a wide meeting hall or some subordinate come to have a one-on-one talk, or even his superiors, thanking them for them letting him bring his pet to work. It even allows him to get in some good de-stressing during the middle of the day when no one else is around. Expect lots of bring-your-fucktoy-to-work days like that.

Of course, not every day is spent out, though. He also has days he'd rather just stay at home. These days are usually after a long period of difficult work and late nights, so he's exhausted. Expect lots of naps, just cuddles and an arm wrapped around your waist (with a solid iron grip, of course). May or may not progress to slow cuddlefucking, who knows (yes it always does). He gets all whiny and demanding because he's soooo tired, so he'll make you get on top after a few rounds.

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Honestly we all envy my Zhongli's darling already, but God he's the best to wake up to. He just softly kisses the side of your face, running his hands down your sides. He can't let you sleep in too much, it's bad for your health! You can probably beg for a few minutes extra. And God, is it the best to wake up to. He's already got someone (probably one of the other adepti, a person, who knows) to make you food, and it's never skimping out either, it's always tons of food and your favorite things, too. Within limits, of course, can't have you eating nothing but things that are bad for you. He's also one that will get you tons of things to do throughout the day, virtually anything you ask for, he'll pay for (well... someone will, but you'll think he did, at least). He actually might also give you a list of very simple tasks to do, just to give you some motivation, since even if you have a lot to do, having no tasks and only play can get depressing without the sense of accomplishment. But he's much more lenient on your completion of all of them.

He's always reluctant to leave and gives you a lot of headpats and kisses before finally heading out for  the day, always taking time to contemplate whether or not he can just take the day off. During the day you'll stay in the confinements of your cage, be that an abode or a building somewhere, making sure you stand zero chance of ever getting out. If you force his hand (read: multiple escape attempts), he'll reluctantly have to limit your roaming abilities, but once you're confined to a smaller cage and have some privileges taken away, he's certain you'll be on your best behavior to get out again, and maybe be a little more grateful and understanding in the future. Once he gets back, it's generally a very nice time, he likes to lead a quiet life and will want to hear all about your day, what you did, see the progress on all those little projects you've been working on for art or music or whatever hobby you've taken up to pass the time. If he's had a bad day, he'll probably tell you about it, but you know, put it in terms simple enough for you to understand, since you wouldn't normally get such complicated matters.

On very very rare occasions, not nearly as often as Childe, he might take you to on his day with him, probably not during normal workdays, but for some kind of special day -- a large meeting, or the opposite, a day where he has nothing to do but slow paperwork alone in an office. The sunlight is good for you, and he'll bring stuff for you to do too. To be honest, it's not as obvious nor as obnoxiously vocal about it as Childe, but he also does enjoy having your presence in front of others, letting them see you. The things you'll have to wear aren't nearly as obscenely lewd as Childe's either, but they're not entirely wholesome either.

He really likes having off days. On those days, he'll probably want to take you somewhere, generally will do whatever you want to do. He's incredibly knowledgeable on everything in the area, and would probably also really like going out somewhere secluded in nature, rather than in the city, like a nice view from the nearby mountains or the like, and just spend a day there. It's nice, and far away from prying eyes that can't recognize your face off the missing person posters or witness the obscene things that may or may not take place up there.

 Spending time home is always nice too, though, just quietly going about the day and doing whatever you want, although inevitably taking breaks for much-needed... displays of physical affection. And he tries so hard to be gentle, but he also has a lot of stress pent up that may just come out and result in being a bit rougher than usual, but he's always apologetic afterward, making sure you're alright. He's also pretty strict about the time you go to bed. Making sure you get enough sleep and all that.

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Xiao's poor, poor darling. You always wake up to him shaking you awake. He's impatient. Once he feels you've had enough sleep, he'll get you up like that. Don't try to get more sleep-in time, he's not very gracious on that, will simply huff and yank you up. Otherwise, the mornings can be... Sweet. It's not like he's trying to be so cold all the time; if you're well behaved he can be pretty loving, even if he doesn't quite know how to be gentle. He just has... Low tolerance.

Xiao is very quiet for the most part, and the mornings have a sort of silent peacefulness provided it's one of your days that you don't choose to be difficult. He likes to watch you go about the morning. It's a little creepy to be honest? He just sits there nearby and watches you move around, make food, brush your hair or teeth or whatever. He'll eat whatever you make him, even if it's not one of his extremely limited liked items. He might complain, though.

During the times he IS gone, well, it's extremely boring for poor darling. Early on, or if you've done something to warrant it (read: literally the slightest word of disagreement, a tone of voice he doesn't like, even a facial expression he deems defiant) you'll be bound to the bed, hand and foot. Nothing to do whatsoever but stare at the ceiling. It's your own fault, if you were good maybe it wouldn't be like this, he says. When you are good, and have a nice long-time record of being extremely pleasant and sweet to him - and I mean a LONG time - he might - might - finally let you be unbound aside from a long anklet chain connecting you to the bed. Not like you have much else to do, though. Maybe he'll get you books if you ask nicely and grovel at his feet. But that's it. He doesn't like the thought of giving you too much entertainment. If being alone is mind-numbingly boring, well, you'll enjoy time with him that much more. Eventually you'll reach a point where you're begging him not to leave, he hopes, even if he would never admit to that. So what he'll do is balance it, give you just enough to keep your whining down, but keep making sure you're miserable when alone. He only allows you "activities" (read: a book) on certain days of the week, or every other day, every third day, something like that. And you can only get a new book once a month or so. And it's whatever he finds, not just what you want, so he'll start dropping you with encyclopedias and textbooks and other dull things. You can't complain, after all he IS giving you something to do. If you're gonna complain, well, how would you like to have the reading privilege revoked entirely? And that shuts you up. So, really, poor darling's days are very very bleak, dull, and empty, when alone.

He doesn't really have a "end of the day." His "job" is more or less a 24/7 thing, he goes when he's needed and when he's not needed he'll be with you. Usually it's a semi normal schedule but it can lead to odd intervals - you may have times he's gone for a full day or so, and then times where he's there for a whole day, etc. Spending time together is quiet, but he's surprisingly fond of physical affection. He spends a lot of time just... alone with his thoughts. Spacing out and thinking, looking up at the sky, except, well, now it's him, his thoughts, and you. You'll spend it with him too, iron grip locked around your waist so you can't pull away from his lap. He's also one to need to get out the... frustrations of life through physical activity at night.

Days he's there, again, it's pretty quiet, he's not much one for extensive conversation, of course. If you talk, he'll listen, but don't expect him to say much back. He likes the sound of your voice, one of the only people he doesn't prefer silence to, so long as you're not whining about wanting to leave. He doesn't really have a lot of sitting-down type of work to do, so if he's spending a whole day time with you, it means he's specifically worked it out so that he's able to do so for that purpose. He'll probably prompt you to speak, it's super awkward really. An awkward comment about this or that that he clearly wants you to start talking about, and he'll talk back just a little bit, with his own brand of harsh pessimism -- but that's just the only way he really knows how to communicate, he's not actually trying to shut you down when he responds to everything negatively. It's the most bizarre bonding time, but bonding nonetheless. He also likes to watch you do tasks -- to make food, even if it's just for yourself, to clean and walk around doing your little tasks. He may or may not eventually discover a fondness for forcing you to walk around naked, poor darling.

I've mentioned before that his drive is reactive - it gets heavier when he's with you. So really, your day will be filled with little fun intervals of very spontaneous fucking. Like, he has no sense of mood or timing. It's completely random, very forceful, will just loop his hands under your arms and scoop you up and carry you over to bed at any random moment, interrupting your speech even. Or, sometimes the bed is too far, and just bending you over is easier. And then, he'll just carry on like nothing happened.

He's not one to rant and rave about his day by default, and especially not early on. In the later stages, though, once he's comfortable with you, you might find him slipping out a frustration here or there, a passing comment about something upsetting that happened, and if you pry at it, he'll end up talking, much more than usual. He kind of doesn't even realize he's starting to ramble a bit, and if he catches himself he'll stop and mutter something about it being unimportant anyway.

Bonus little hc: He asks you how your day was. Every day that he's not with you. It's a routine - he started doing it because from his limited knowledge of human relationships, it's the "normal," so he tries to emulate what he feels like is normal in a relationship. It's kind of funny, well, not for poor darling, it feels mocking. Like, how do you think my day was, Xiao? All tied up and left only to stare at the ceiling? If you get all sarcastic with him like that, though, he might see it as grounds for punishment, so, be snarky at your own risk.